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

When flying across the Atlantic Ocean, Ying Zheng remained silent for a long time.

The Atlantic Ocean is many times larger than the Mediterranean Sea. Starting from the westernmost point of Europe, heading west, west, and west again, all you see is water.

The deep blue sea stretches to the horizon, merging seamlessly with the clouds on the horizon, making it impossible to distinguish where the sea ends and the sky begins.

The sea was turbulent, with white waves rolling and leaping on the deep blue surface.

Occasionally, a flock of seabirds can be seen skimming across the sea, emitting sharp cries, and quickly being left far behind.

This boundless blue made Ying Zheng feel an unprecedented sense of insignificance.

He stood on a platform supported by Yuanli, with an invisible yet substantial force supporting him beneath his feet. In front of and behind him was a vast sea, with no land, no islands, and no reference points, only water and sky, sky and water.

He suddenly realized that for the past few decades, he had been like a frog sitting at the bottom of a well.

He thought that the Qin Dynasty was the entire world, that all within the four seas was the king's land, and that his territory had reached its limit.

But what did he see today?

He saw plains ten times larger than those of the Qin Dynasty, oceans a hundred times larger than those of the Qin Dynasty, a thousand times more species than those of the Qin Dynasty, and territories ten thousand times more expansive than those of the Qin Dynasty.

The Qin Dynasty truly only controlled one or two hundred percent of the world.

No, maybe not even one or two out of a hundred.

"Brother Zheng, look ahead." Qin Tian's voice came from ahead, pulling him back from his reverie.

Ying Zheng raised his head and looked in the direction Qin Tian was pointing.

A thin line appeared between the sea and the sky in the distance.

As the group rapidly approached, the line grew thicker and wider, transforming from a single line into a ribbon, and from a ribbon into the outline of a landmass.

North America.

Flying over the coastline and into the interior of the North American continent, the sight before him made Ying Zheng hold his breath once again.

Plain.

An endless plain.

Starting from the coastline and extending to the very edge of sight, there are no hills or undulations; the entire land is like a slab of mud flattened by the giant hand of a god, so flat it seems unbelievable.

The Qin Dynasty also has plains, including the Guanzhong Plain, the North China Plain, and the Yangtze River Plain, all of which are fertile and beautiful places.

But those plains were all cut by mountains and hills, divided by rivers and lakes. No plain was as vast, as flat, and as unobstructed as the land before us.

"They all belong to me."

He said this from Southeast Asia to India, from Ukraine to Europe, and from Europe to Africa, and each time he said it, his feelings were different.

Now, when he utters those four words, the initial excitement and elation are gone, replaced by an unwavering belief.

These lands, whether in Southeast Asia or India, whether in Ukraine or the Americas, whether in Europe or Africa.

One day they will all be planted with the flag of Qin, inscribed with the characters of Qin, and become an inseparable part of Qin.

"Grand Preceptor, what is the state of the land here?" Ying Zheng asked. His only concern right now was the land.

Mountains and rivers, local customs and traditions, native animals—none of that matters.

He just wanted to know if crops could be grown on this land, what crops could be grown, and what the yield would be.

Qin Tian looked down at the vast plain beneath his feet and nodded: "Very fertile. Although the soil here isn't as shiny black as in Ukraine, it's still excellent alluvial soil, very thick, with a high organic matter content, making it perfect for growing crops."

Ying Zheng's eyes lit up.

"Moreover, the terrain here is so flat," Qin Tian said with a hint of感慨 (gan3kai3, a complex emotion encompassing both admiration and awe). "From the east coast to the west coast, there are almost no major mountain ranges in between. In the Qin Dynasty, to get from Guanzhong to the Central Plains, one had to cross the Xiaoshan Mountains, and from Hanzhong to Bashu, one had to cross the Qinling Mountains, making the transportation of grain and supplies extremely difficult. But on this continent, wagons can travel from the east coast all the way to the west coast without any hindrance."

This was indeed a significant advantage. Ying Zheng secretly noted this down in his mind.

When transporting troops, grain, and supplies, the biggest fear is being blocked by mountains and rivers.

If what the Grand Preceptor said is true, and there are no major mountain ranges blocking this continent, then conquering this continent will be much easier and faster.

"However," Qin Tian changed the subject, "there are also disadvantages to being too flat. Without the obstruction of mountains, cold air blowing from the north can penetrate all the way to the south. Hurricanes blowing from the sea can also penetrate deep inland without any hindrance, causing enormous damage."

"Hurricane?" Ying Zheng frowned slightly. He had no concept of the word "hurricane," but judging from Qin Tian's tone, it probably wasn't anything good.

"It was a massive storm, far greater than any storm the Great Qin had ever encountered. The wind and rain were so fierce, obscuring the sky and sun; wherever it passed, houses collapsed, trees were uprooted, and crops failed completely." Qin Tian explained simply, without going into further detail.

We can talk about these things later; the main task today is not to popularize meteorological knowledge.

Ying Zheng nodded without asking further questions. Even the fiercest storm can be weathered.

Build sturdier houses, dig deeper cellars, and plant crops that are more resistant to lodging; there are always more solutions than problems.

The group continued flying west, crossing the Mississippi River basin, the Rocky Mountains, and the Sierra Nevada Mountains, until they reached the Pacific coast, before turning back.

Qin Tian was searching for something, his most important goal for the day.

Ying Zheng soon found out what it was.

"Brother Zheng, do you know what good things there are in America?" Qin Tian suddenly turned around, his eyes sparkling, a mysterious smile on his lips, like a child who had been hiding a huge secret and finally couldn't help but share it with his best friend.

Ying Zheng looked at Qin Tian's expression and his heart stirred slightly.

He knows that expression all too well.

When someone is eager to share a secret with you, it means that the secret is amazing enough.

"Do you have grain seeds?" Ying Zheng blurted out almost immediately.

Qin Tian laughed heartily.

"Brother Zheng is truly worthy of his name; he guessed it right away!"

He flew to Ying Zheng's side and stood shoulder to shoulder with him, waving his right hand and pointing to the vast land beneath his feet.

"There are three things in America that are the most precious gifts God has given to this continent—potatoes, corn, and sweet potatoes."

Ying Zheng silently repeated these three names in his mind: potato, corn, and sweet potato.

These were all names he had never heard of, but since the Imperial Advisor described them as "the most precious gifts," they must be extraordinary.

"These three crops have extremely high yields, are very easy to grow, and have very low requirements for the soil. Potatoes and sweet potatoes, in particular, can easily yield more than 30 shi per mu."

Ying Zheng's pupils suddenly contracted.