Super God: Rise of Civilization.

"Currently, there are 10086 surviving hosts. The Empire has deployed a total of 1.5 systems of various kinds. Many hosts with systems have died, resulting in the previous systems still being dormant, searching for matching hosts."

"The current dimensional trading city is in the testing phase, so only ten guinea pigs have been invited to participate in the test."

"There are rulers from ancient Chinese dynasties, and there are figures from apocalyptic worlds, martial arts worlds, science fiction worlds, and so on."

Tianmu thought for a moment and then said.

Listening to Tianmu's narration, Yang Yu nodded slightly, his gaze falling on the middle-aged man in a dragon robe in the distance.

"Your Majesty, he is from the last emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Emperor Chongzhen, Zhu Youjian."

Tianmu, seeing His Majesty the Emperor's gaze, explained.

"Chongzhen?" Upon hearing this, Yang Yu squinted his eyes.

Emperor Chongzhen was only suited to be an emperor during a prosperous era, not an emperor during a chaotic one.

Similarly, Emperor Chongzhen was also a ruthless person.

When the capital fell, he beheaded all his concubines, including his daughter, and hanged himself on a crooked tree on Coal Hill.

They followed the etiquette and laws of the Yongle Emperor.

The Ming Dynasty refused to engage in marriage alliances, pay indemnities, or cede territory. The emperor guarded the nation's borders, and the monarch died for the country. (Note: Ming history does not attribute this to Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang or Emperor Yongle.)

"Your Majesty, he has only been using the system for three days. He was just lucky to be selected for the beta test."

Tianmu said.

He waved his hand gently, and the sky silently disappeared into the dimensional trading city.

The Dimensional Trading City is actually a city built in virtual space by the Imperial Academy of Engineering, where the Sky Curtain is the largest.

After the curtain fell.

Yang Yu strode toward Emperor Chongzhen, Zhu Youjian, who was staring intently at something and unable to move.

"A paltry amount of grain? Judging from your attire, you should have plenty of food."

Yang Yu approached and looked at Emperor Chongzhen, Zhu Youjian, before him, and said.

"Who is this, brother?" Zhu Youjian asked in confusion as he noticed someone silently approaching him.

He wasn't afraid of this person attacking him. Fighting was forbidden in the trading city; to do so would be to provoke the city lord and would be suppressed in an instant.

However, one cannot invite people from other worlds to come to one's own world to help one overcome difficulties.

"My name is Ouyang Xiu. May I ask your name, sir?"

Yang Yu introduced himself with a smile.

"So it's Brother Ouyang. You're too kind, Brother Ouyang. My name is Zhu Xin. I've just met you, Brother Ouyang."

Zhu Youjian quickly bowed, but did not use the title "朕" (Zhen, meaning "I" or "the Emperor").

The trading city is a place where hidden talents abound.

The Ouyang Xiu standing quietly in front of him could bring him an overwhelming pressure, even making him feel a sense of oppression on a life level.

He is undoubtedly a strong person.

Making some connections won't do you any harm.

"So it's Brother Zhu Xin. Ouyang Xiu greets you."

"Just now I saw Brother Zhu staring at the grain in front of him. Is Brother Zhu short of food?"

Yang Yu's gaze fell on the grain, and he asked.

This Zhu Youjian is really cautious.

It's a long story!

Zhu Youjian sighed, his gaze towards the grain filled with longing.

His own Ming Empire was already in a precarious state.

Although he couldn't witness the act of exchanging children to eat, he could imagine it through the circumstances of the final stages of dynasties in history.

"To meet is to be destined."

“Since Brother Zhu is short of food, then Ouyang Xiu will send Brother Zhu some food.”

Yang Yu pondered for a moment before speaking.

"No, no, no." Upon hearing this, Zhu Youjian was tempted, but he knew the principle that one is obligated to serve others.

Sending food and supplies right after meeting someone? Isn't this just a way to trick me?

really.

The old shady characters in the dimensional trading city are all cunning and treacherous.

"We hit it off immediately. Why not send Brother Zhu some grain? Besides, my empire has more grain than enough to feed hundreds of millions of people for a hundred years. Why not send Brother Zhu some? It would be a good opportunity to make friends with you."

Yang Yu patted the other person on the shoulder and said in a wealthy and generous manner.

forage?

The people of the empire today do not need to rely on low-grade food to supplement the food their bodies need.

Getting food is very simple; there's a technology that can take a day from sowing to maturity. Is that enough?

"Tens of millions?"

"Gudong."

Chapter 407 [President Bai's First Appearance]

Zhu Youjian couldn't even imagine it.

How much food would it take tens of millions of people a hundred years to finish?

But when he realized it...

The Ouyang brother who had been communicating with him was nowhere to be found.

Instantly.

His eyes were filled with disappointment; he realized he had been fooled again.

The first person to deceive him was his trusted general, Yuan Chonghuan, whom he regarded as capable of winning over Liaodong.

"Drip drip."

A clear voice rang in the mind of Emperor Chongzhen, Zhu Youjian.

Then a screen opens.

It presents the script used by the Ming Dynasty.

A message was scrolling across the screen.

[Ouyang Xiu is gifting you 100 million tons of rice]

"???"

Emperor Chongzhen, Zhu Youjian, stared blankly at the scrolling text before him, somewhat incredulous, and then felt a little ashamed.

I had judged a gentleman by the standards of a petty person.

That was really wrong.

He didn't linger in the trading city any longer and quickly left to confirm if it was true.

If it's true, then the people of the Ming Dynasty are saved.

After Emperor Chongzhen, Zhu Youjian, passed away.

Tianmu's figure appeared silently in place, looking at the Emperor who had hidden himself through administrator privileges, and asked, "Your Majesty, why send one hundred million tons of rice to Zhu Youjian?"

"invest."

Yang Yu smiled, his eyes sparkling.

As the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, which was also the dynasty closest to the industrial age, it was worthwhile for him to invest.

As for whether handing over 100 million tons of rice to Zhu Youjian would cause turmoil in the Ming Dynasty, that was none of his concern.

Tianmu didn't say anything more.

You just need to obediently follow the emperor's decisions.

Just then.

A woman dressed in work clothes, with short silver hair and a baby face, walked in from outside the trading city with a wary expression.

Tianmu glanced at it casually and then ignored it.

Yang Yu, curious, walked over to the other person.

Is she pretty?

It is indeed beautiful.

But he wasn't interested.

Instead, they came to this interdimensional trading city to communicate with people from other dimensions.

"Who are you?" Bai Yuekui raised an eyebrow as he looked at the young man walking towards him.

The young man in front of me looked ordinary, but he actually made me feel a little pressure.

A familiar feeling.

"My name is Ouyang Xiu, and I am the administrator of the Dimensional Trading City. I see this is your first time visiting the Dimensional Trading City, Miss. Would you like a guide?"

Yang Yu said with a smile.

"it is good."

Bai Yuekui stared at the young man before him, feeling that he couldn't see through him.

It must have been my appearance that caught their attention.

"This way, miss. Let me introduce you to the things available in our Dimensional Trading City."