From Terra to Terra, the Star Emperor's Holiday

"You're all confused from standing guard, right? Go find the civil engineer outside to borrow some equipment."

The old Taoist priest saw the synth who had just come down from the elevator on the side of the warehouse and went over.

"You must be an employee of Rhode Island Pharmaceuticals, right? These goods belong to us, right?"

"Well, on behalf of Lord Si Ye, I'm handing you this batch of...canned food, canned meat."

The synth looked at the data panel in his hand and nodded.

The production of canned starfish is limited, so Si Ye selected a batch of hydroponic meat from a food ball. This is meat that is grown spontaneously in a nutrient solution using a genetically modified culture substrate. Because this type of meat is cultured, the muscle fibers are not obvious and the taste is very subtle, but it is still meat, full of protein and energy.

"Meat? What meat?"

The captain of the garrison came forward and, with the old Taoist's tacit approval, asked the synthesizer to help take down a box of goods.

When the box was opened, six cans were revealed, which were about the height of a palm and as thick as an adult's calf. They looked quite substantial.

“Hiss…this smell…”

The captain of the guard declined the can opener handed to him by the synth, pulled out a dagger from his waist, opened the lid of the can, and after removing the thick layer of grease inside, a rich aroma emanated.

Seeing that the old Taoist priest did not stop him, the captain of the guard directly picked up a piece of meat with his dagger and stuffed it into his mouth. The muscle fibers of the hydroponic meat were very tender and basically melted in the tongue as soon as he licked it, leaving only the pure aroma of technologically advanced technology swirling in his mouth.

So delicious.

"What are you doing? If I didn't know you, I'd think you were exhausted from taking it."

The old Taoist priest didn't understand why the captain of the garrison battalion looked like he was going to ascend to heaven after eating a piece of meat, so he kicked him in anger.

“…Ahem, Master…it’s mainly because the smell is too good.”

The captain of the guards came back to his senses somewhat embarrassedly, handed the can in his hand to the member of the guard camp behind him, and looked at the old Taoist priest hesitantly.

"Master, are these cans of food for the Northern Frontier Army? Can you also give some to the garrison? With these, we'll be more motivated to fight the bandits."

Of course, Dayan did not treat these garrison soldiers badly. Once they entered the military camp, they were definitely well fed and even received a considerable salary.

But the Terra continent itself is rotten, the Originium disaster has destroyed the ground, and the space for planting and breeding is already cramped. It is already a great effort to let everyone eat a mixture of coarse and fine foods. Expecting everyone to eat minced meat is a fantasy.

“…Military rations?”

As the first person to guard the northern border, the old Taoist priest is well aware of various military supply issues.

The Garrison Battalion is a reserve force for the Northern Border. If there is a problem with the Northern Border defense line, they have to be the first to step up. Naturally, their treatment is not bad, and they can often get excess supplies of some ordinary meats. Why is this canned food worth them making such an expression?

Yes, it's them.

The can in the captain's hand hadn't even been passed halfway around to the people behind him when the soup was finished.

Those who were lucky enough to have some food all had expressions that said they loved it and wanted more. Those who didn't had some food looked at their companions' expressions and showed an eager expression at the cans that were opened at the feet of the guard.

That is to say, military discipline is strict, otherwise there would have been chaos long ago.

"This is so outrageous...I wonder if there's something added to it."

The old Taoist priest picked up a can and looked at it repeatedly. The silver-white can had no packaging and even no label. It looked like a three-no product.

Only the top of the jar had a flag-like emblem. The old Taoist priest had seen it before. Si Ye also had an identical pendant on his collar.

"It doesn't taste like anything... but it smells really good. How about having someone run some equipment to test it?"

The head of the guard looked at the can in the old Taoist's hand, and felt his mouth watering. He swallowed with some difficulty and made a suggestion.

"Let's move first. Have you got the equipment? Do you know how to use it?"

The old Taoist priest didn't really think that Si Ye was adding something to the can, so he asked the captain of guards if the equipment for transporting the goods was ready.

"The instruments used by the civil engineering masters are simpler than those used by the military. It's a small problem for us. Oh, and there are some civil engineering masters who want to help. Look."

"It's not confidential. If they want to help, let them."

The old Taoist priest went out with the can in her hand. Although she was very full at noon, the reaction of the guard camp to the can aroused her curiosity.

The chief of guards began to call people to work.

The way of transporting such large components or goods on the Terra continent is generally simple and crude. The goods are piled on a piece of iron plate, and then three or five people use specific staffs to cast spells together to make the iron plate take off with the goods and land at a designated location. With the help of some equipment like forklifts and cranes, the unloading speed is quite fast.

"...This taste doesn't seem to be added with any ingredients...it's more like it's full of spices..."

Canning is a way to prevent food from spoiling and extend its shelf life. The materials usually used are just some leftovers and a sprinkle of salt.

However, even the old Taoist priest who had lived for hundreds of years could not tell what kind of meat the canned food provided by Si Ye was. Although the meat tasted a bit strange, the quality was definitely good and did not seem like leftovers. The rich aroma also showed that the canned food was not made by just sprinkling salt, but was seasoned with a lot of spices.

To be honest, if this thing is taken out of the can and heated in a bowl, it wouldn't be too much to sell it for a few hundred Longmen coins just for the rich spices.

The old Taoist priest became even more confused. Si Ye casually used this batch of goods that could be sold at high prices in various countries to offset the losses caused by the Great Wilderness Incident, which showed that he didn't care about these things at all.

The old Taoist priest believed that even the Yan Nation, despite its wealth, couldn't achieve this level of power. This meant that Si Ye was not only incredibly powerful, but also had a massive force behind him that was powerful enough to crush all the nations of the Terra Continent...

"This, young man, you are not telling the truth, is it true that Xi'e is flying to the moon?"

The old Taoist priest looked up at the sky, as if trying to see through the cloudless sky.

...

"It's really annoying... Why didn't I think moving things was more tiring than training before?"

In two hours, the port at the front of a plot of land in Dahuang City was filled with boxes of canned food unloaded from the land-based ships. After repeatedly operating the instruments of the civil engineer for two hours, the soldiers of the garrison camp could not help but feel their muscles stiff.

"This is the last batch. We're done. Captain, do you think we can get a share of these canned goods?"

The soldier operating the forklift put down the last set of boxes. He breathed a sigh of relief, but he was still reluctant to forget the aroma of the canned food. He asked the guard captain beside him.

"Finished? Then I'll contact the Heavenly Master. However, such high-quality canned goods will definitely be supplied to the northern frontier first. Only if there are any leftovers will we get our turn."

When the chief guard saw the warehouse gate slowly falling, he began to contact the old Taoist priest with the instrument he carried with him.

One soldier sighed, "Ah, if I could eat this kind of delicious food every day, I wouldn't mind eating sand in the north."

"You almost failed the last assessment and got kicked out, and you still want to go to the North. They're all the elite of the elite over there. Do they want you?"

The soldiers on the side started to make a noise.

"Alas... I know my own worth, so tell me what I am worth. It's hard not to tell on others."

Golden flames flashed, and the old Taoist priest who was checking the preparations for land separation in Dahuang City suddenly appeared.

"Have you finished moving? Then call a truck to take it away. You guys follow me..."

Seeing that the old Taoist priest and the garrison battalion were about to leave, the synthetic man who was in charge of connecting with them ran out, shouting, "Don't leave! The things haven't been handed over yet."

The synths cherish the days of working beside Si Ye, the Emperor of the Star Sea. After all, one year is equivalent to three years. If they stay with Si Ye for a few more years, they may be able to obtain citizenship when they return. Naturally, they are extremely concerned about the tasks assigned by Si Ye.

"what?"

The old Taoist priest was stunned and looked at the guard battalion beside him. This was the guard battalion, would they be so sneaky in such a matter?

"We've finished moving."

This is public business. If you try to be cunning, you will be whipped. The captain of the garrison battalion hurriedly walked towards the synth.

"We've finished moving, is there anything we missed?"

The synth didn't say anything, but just operated the panel in his hand twice, and the warehouse door opened again, revealing another warehouse full of goods.

"You didn't move a single box?"

The old Taoist priest was also confused and spoke nonsense.

"Tianshi..."

The guard battalion also looked devastated. They had just confirmed that the warehouse was clean and without any omissions, so how come it was full again!

"Lord Si Ye has given you 22 warehouses of supplies. After moving this warehouse, there are still 20 warehouses left."

The synth spoke expressionlessly, words that were enough to cause the garrison camp to completely collapse, and the old Taoist's hands were shaking a little.

"20 warehouses, all of them canned meat with heavy spices?"

Taking something that barely counts as a delicacy on the tables of the rich and powerful, and filling the tables of the common people? The old Taoist priest felt that either he or Si Ye was crazy.

"Well... there are 10 warehouses full of canned vegetables. If you wish, I can replace them all with canned meat, according to the authority granted to me by Lord Si Ye. However, for dietary balance, I recommend that you keep some vegetables."

"...Go back and call everyone from the garrison camp. Take my token and go to Dahuang City to call everyone. Call the idle civil engineering and agricultural masters..."

The captain of the garrison battalion was also stunned by the words of the synthesizer. He came to his senses after being scolded several times by the old Taoist priest and began to arrange personnel in a hurry.

Chapter 115 Fishing

It was a sunny day with a gentle breeze. The separation of the land in Dahuang City made the fields less noisy with machinery and more filled with the lively chirping of insects.

Si Ye carried the fishing rod he had just made and planned to live the life of a fisherman.

"There's a nice pond just up ahead. I heard from the folks that there should be big scale fish in it. It's a good place for fishing."

Shu was still dressed as usual, but since Nian was not around, she didn't seem to have to maintain her sister's authority, and her words were more lively.

"Why didn't I see those Heavenly Masters today?"

After finding a good spot under the shade of a tree, Si Ye put down the folding stools and various fishing gear he had brought. Although the power supply to the core plots had been lost due to the separation of the plots, many drones between the ridges had stopped working, but they should still be taken care of by an agricultural master.

"Oh? The person who started it all doesn't know about it?"

Shu Luoluo sat down on the folding stool generously. Nian had gone to help build the land. She could take this opportunity to learn more about the mysterious man in front of her and think carefully about why he saw such a future.

"Me? The one who started it?"

Si Ye suddenly realized something and casually threw some bait. Looking at the ripples on the water surface, he realized that there were indeed quite a few fish in the pond.

"Oh, they haven't finished unloading the goods I gave them yet. This is inefficient."

"If it's grain, with the equipment Dahuang has prepared, perhaps we can unload it early."

Shu didn't know what to say. If it wasn't for entertaining Si Ye, she should have gone to help.

It is said that in order to unload the goods, the old Taoist priest led the garrison battalion to clear enough space on the land overnight, and also seized a freight convoy that was supposed to be heading to Baizao.

"But Si Ye, you provided boxes of canned goods... Storage tanks can't hold cans."

"...I forgot about it. I've been giving them canned food lately. I'm kind of used to it."

Whether it was the Ursus Tundra or Kazdel, directly distributing canned food, which was easy to store and eat, was the most efficient decision. So Si Ye subconsciously prepared a batch for Dayan as well, completely forgetting how much space this batch of canned food would take up without space storage technology.

Seeing that the water surface was gradually calming down, Si Ye threw the baited fishing hook into the pond. Shu on the side had already spread out the folding table and poured cold tea into the porcelain cup.