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

"Grand Preceptor," Ying Zheng's voice held an unprecedented firmness, "I want all these grain seeds. Not only all of them, but I also want to designate the best land outside Xianyang City specifically for planting these things. Let the most knowledgeable farmers do the planting, and let the Grand Canal Manager personally oversee it. I want to see them grow from seeds into crops, and from crops into grain."

"Furthermore, I will order the nationwide promotion of these grain varieties. We will first select a few counties as pilot areas, and if successful, then promote them throughout the country. We will reduce or exempt taxes for farmers who grow these new grain varieties, reward those who grow them well, and establish agricultural officials in various regions to specifically teach planting techniques."

Ying Zheng spoke at length, covering topics from seeds to planting, from planting to promotion, from promotion to tax reduction, and from tax reduction to the establishment of official positions.

He spoke faster and faster, more and more excitedly, his eyes shining brighter and brighter, as if he could already see the fields of Daqin filled with golden corn, lush green sweet potato vines, and white potato plants.

As Qin Tian munched on corn, he listened to Ying Zheng's eloquent agricultural plans, and the smile on his lips grew wider and wider.

This is the Qin Shi Huang he knew.

He is decisive and ruthless; once he sets his mind on something, he will use all his strength to push it forward, and no one can stop him.

After finishing his meal, Qin Tian began collecting seeds and seedlings of potatoes, corn, and sweet potatoes.

He harvested a large quantity of potatoes and sweet potatoes, enough to plant dozens of acres of land.

For corn, hundreds of mature ears of corn were harvested, and the kernels on each ear could be used as seeds.

He also found chili peppers, bright red little peppers, hanging on the low plants like strings of tiny red lanterns.

chili!

Qin Tian's eyes lit up.

With chili peppers, I can finally add them to stir-fries!

Stir-fried pork with chili peppers, Mapo tofu, boiled fish, pickled fish, hot pot base—he's already mentally prepared a menu for next year.

He also collected different varieties of chili peppers, some spicy, some not spicy, some red, some green, some big, and some small.

I collected some of each kind, neatly packed them into the Yuanli bag, and stored them according to their categories.

All the seeds, seedlings, fruits, and tubers were categorized and packed into bags of various sizes containing elemental energy.

The bags, numbering over a dozen of varying sizes, floated around Qin Tian, ​​resembling a string of giant balloons that moved with him, creating a rather spectacular sight.

Ying Zheng looked at the bags, then at Qin Tian's smug expression of returning with a full load, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curved into a smile.

The Imperial Advisor must have had a tough trip.

However, it was worth it, absolutely worth it.

Ying Zheng once again began to tally up the day's gains.

The rice from Southeast Asia, the pepper, turmeric, cardamom, and cinnamon from India, and the corn, potatoes, sweet potatoes, and chili peppers from North America—each of these was something that the Qin Dynasty lacked. Yet, each of these could take root and flourish on the land of the Qin Dynasty, and each of these could make the Qin Dynasty even stronger.

The Imperial Advisor said that the world is vast, and the Qin Dynasty only occupies one or two hundred percent of it.

Today, he saw only a small part of this world, which already made him excited and ambitious.

What about the rest, the parts he hasn't yet seen? What about the larger, wider world? What about the richer, more wondrous species?

I want to go see them all.

I will take them all.

I will take them all back to Qin.

"Grand Preceptor, it's time to go back." Ying Zheng withdrew his gaze, his voice regaining the composure and calmness of an emperor.

They've been out for a whole day, and the group should have traveled quite a distance. It's time to go back and rejoin the main force.

Qin Tian nodded, tied up the last bag, and confirmed that all the seeds and seedlings were safe and sound. Then he turned around, and his Yuan Power surged from his body, steadily supporting everyone.

"Let's go back to Qin."

He led the group westward, across the Pacific Ocean, and flew straight towards the Qin Dynasty.

As he flew across the Pacific Ocean, Ying Zheng stood on the platform supported by Yuanli, looked down at the boundless ocean below, and remained silent for a long time.

Big.

too big.

It's bigger than the Atlantic Ocean. Starting from the west coast of North America, flying westward for a very long time, all I could see was the vast ocean below, with no land in sight.

"How long would it take to cross such a vast sea by boat?" Ying Zheng suddenly asked.

"It's hard to say." Qin Tian thought for a moment. "Wind direction, ocean currents, ship performance, and sailing skills all affect the time. If we're lucky, we might arrive in a few months; if we're unlucky, we might never arrive."

Ying Zheng frowned slightly.

"With such huge waves," he looked at the turbulent sea below, "it would be difficult for the ships of the Great Qin to cross."

"It is indeed very difficult." Qin Tian nodded. "With the current shipbuilding technology of the Great Qin Dynasty, crossing the Pacific Ocean is almost impossible."

Ying Zheng remained silent.

"Grand Preceptor, you said there's a land in the south that's twice the size of the Qin Dynasty, with abundant mineral resources." Ying Zheng suddenly remembered what Qin Tian had said before and brought the topic back.

"Yes." Qin Tian nodded. "That land is called Australia in later generations. It's twice the size of the current territory of the Great Qin Dynasty. It has a lot of iron ore, bauxite, gold, diamonds, and many other mineral resources. However, most of that continent is desert and semi-desert, and there are not many areas suitable for human habitation, mainly concentrated in the southeastern coastal area."

Ying Zheng nodded slightly, making sure to remember this information.

He would go to any land twice the size of the Qin Dynasty, regardless of whether it was suitable for human habitation, as long as it contained what he needed.

Iron ore can be used to forge swords, armor, and agricultural tools.

Gold can be used to mint coins, to be stored, and to be given as rewards.

Diamonds could be set in crowns, in swords, and in everything worthy of the Qin Empire.

They all belong to me.

They all belong to the Qin Dynasty.

He repeated this sentence countless times along the way, each time with a different feeling, but each time with the same unwavering conviction.

These lands, these resources, these crops, these species—no matter where in the world they are, no matter how many mountains and rivers separate them, no matter how many battles are fought or how many years it takes, he will make them a part of the Great Qin.

Because he, Ying Zheng, was the First Emperor of the Qin Dynasty.

Because the Qin Dynasty was the most powerful empire in the world.

Because all the land, all the resources, and all the species in the world should belong to Qin, and must belong to Qin.

This is his mission.

From the day he unified the six kingdoms, he carried this mission on his shoulders.

He didn't know how vast the world was before, but he does now.

The world is vast, far beyond his imagination.

But his ambition was even greater, so great that it could encompass the entire world.

As Ying Zheng gazed at the land belonging to the Qin Dynasty that was gradually appearing on the western horizon, his eyes burned with an unprecedented light.

Meng Yi stood behind him, watching His Majesty's domineering demeanor. His Majesty had reverted to the spirited, ambitious, and indomitable King Ying Zheng of Qin from twenty years ago.

The King of Qin, Ying Zheng, who destroyed Han, defeated Zhao, attacked Wei, conquered Chu, annexed Yan, and pacified Qi.

The King of Qin, Ying Zheng, who made the whole world tremble.

Twenty years as emperor wore down his sharpness and smoothed out his edges, causing him to shift his focus from conquering the world to maintaining his rule, and from expanding his territory to seeking immortality.

But today, the ambitious and enterprising King Ying Zheng of Qin has returned.

The world is vast, so vast that he cannot even imagine it. His empire only occupies one or two hundred percent of the world, and those lands are all unclaimed, which he can take.

As Ying Zheng gazed at the gradually clearer outline of the landmass in the west, the corners of his mouth slowly rose, rose, and rose again, finally settling into an arrogant smile.

In this world, I, the sovereign, have arrived.