I will make Qin Shi Huang immortal in the Great Qin Dynasty.

Qin Tian led the group down to a lower altitude and landed in a jungle near a river.

It was even hotter here than in Southeast Asia, and the air was filled with a pungent, irritating smell that made Meng Yi sneeze several times, and several of his eight soldiers were also rubbing their noses.

"What's this smell?" Ying Zheng frowned. The pungent smell entered his nostrils, giving him an indescribable stimulating sensation. It was neither unpleasant nor uncomfortable, which was quite strange.

"The smell of seasoning." Qin Tian's eyes lit up, and his nostrils twitched slightly, like a hunting dog that had caught the scent of its prey.

He followed the pungent smell inside, parted a clump of bushes, and came to a patch of low-lying plants.

The plants were about the height of a person, with lush foliage and clusters of small green granules that were not yet fully mature.

Qin Tian plucked one out, chewed it, and then spat it out abruptly, his expression shifting from anticipation to ecstasy.

"Pepper!" His voice trembled with barely suppressed excitement. "It's pepper! Wild pepper!"

Pepper is an extremely common seasoning in later generations. You can buy a bag for just a few dollars in the supermarket, and every household has a jar in their kitchen.

However, pepper had not yet been introduced to the Qin Dynasty at that time, and it was not found on the Qin Dynasty's dining table.

Qin Tian circled around the jungle, like a squirrel that had discovered a treasure, darting in and out, busy and happy.

He discovered several spice crops: pepper, turmeric, cardamom, and cinnamon.

Some are seeds, which are collected directly; some are seedlings, which are dug up with their roots and soil intact; and some are fruits, which can be picked, dried, and used.

He followed the same method, using his elemental power to weave several bags of different sizes, categorizing and packing the collected seeds and seedlings, which then floated beside him.

The bags floated behind him like a string of balloons, moving with him, which looked rather comical.

Ying Zheng looked at Qin Tian's delighted expression, then glanced at the string of Yuan Qi bags fluttering behind him, remained silent for a moment, and then shook his head slightly.

The dignified Imperial Preceptor, capable of flying through the air, snapping trees with a wave of his hand, curing terminal illnesses, and possessing profound knowledge of the past and present, was now wandering around the jungle like a herbalist, searching for pepper or cinnamon.

However, if those things can actually make the food taste better, that would be a good thing.

Departing from India, the next stop is the Middle East.

They flew over the Indus River Valley, crossed the Hindu Kush Mountains, and entered the Persian Plateau.

The landscape gradually changed from lush green to grayish-yellow, then to earthy yellow, and finally to endless yellow sand.

desert.

An endless desert.

The yellow sand stretched as far as the eye could see, undulating like a yellow ocean. The dunes moved slowly in the wind, leaving behind wave-like patterns.

There were no trees, no grass, no water, no human habitation, only sand, endless sand.

Ying Zheng frowned. He didn't like this place.

There's no water, no trees, no crops, nothing at all. What use is a place like this?

"Brother Zheng, don't be fooled by the fact that this is a desert," Qin Tian's voice came from behind him, "there is something extremely important buried beneath this desert."

"What is it?" Ying Zheng asked.

"oil."

Ying Zheng's brows furrowed even more.

Oil? What's that? How can there be oil underground?

"Oil is one of the most important energy sources for future generations," Qin Tian explained. "Cars need it, airplanes need it, ships need it, factories need it, and almost all modern industries cannot function without it. Without oil, future societies would be paralyzed immediately."

Ying Zheng nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

Cars? Airplanes? Ships? What are these things? Things from later generations are too complicated; let's talk about them later.

"All I know is that there is nothing in this desert right now," Ying Zheng said with a hint of disdain. "I don't like this kind of place."

"Just because we have nothing now doesn't mean we'll have nothing in the future," Qin Tian said with a smile. "When technology advances, these things will become treasures. Brother Zheng, remember this place; it will be useful later."

Ying Zheng did not refute. He had no concept of "oil," but he trusted Qin Tian's judgment.

Since the Imperial Advisor said this place will be very important in the future, then this place is very important.

As for why it's important and how important it is, we can ask you about that later.

The group continued flying westward.

Flying over the Persian Plateau, over Mesopotamia, over the Caucasus Mountains, we entered a new world.

The Ukrainian plains.

When that black land came into view, Ying Zheng's breath hitched for a moment.

It was an endless plain, as flat as a mirror. From east to west, from south to north, as far as the eye could see, it was all flat, dark earth.

There are no hills, no mounds, no undulations; only a straight horizon divides the black earth and blue sky clearly in two.

Those black lands, as black as ink, as black as lacquer, as if the Creator had splashed the most fertile color onto this land with the greatest force.

It was as if these lands had been accumulating nutrients since the beginning of time, never cultivated, never damaged, and all the fertility had been preserved intact.

Ying Zheng's eyes turned red.

His eyes were slightly red, his pupils were dilated, his breathing was rapid, his fingers were trembling slightly, and he exuded a strong aura that could almost be described as "madness".

"Grand Preceptor," Ying Zheng's voice was somewhat hoarse, "where is this place?"

"The Ukrainian plains." Qin Tian's tone carried a hint of pride, as if this land belonged to him. "The soil here is called black soil, the most fertile soil in the world. It can be more than a meter thick, and its organic matter content is more than ten times that of ordinary soil. Crops grown here don't need fertilizer or crop rotation; anything you plant will grow exceptionally well."

Every word Qin Tian uttered was like a red-hot branding iron, imprinting itself on Ying Zheng's heart.

With a thickness of over one meter, it doesn't need fertilizer, and anything planted there will grow exceptionally well.

Ying Zheng was already rapidly sketching out a magnificent blueprint in his mind.

How many countries, mountains, and rivers lie between the Qin Dynasty and this black soil?

How long will it take him to get here?

How many troops would be needed to defend this place?

How many people would it take to grow crops on this land?

difficult.

It's hard.

No matter how difficult it is, he will take this place.

Such fertile land, if not planted with the flags of the Great Qin, inscribed with the characters of the Great Qin, and planted with the crops of the Great Qin, would be a waste of resources and the greatest disrespect to God.