Chapter 132 Blessed by the gods, the golden light on the dragon's spine! The call was from Zhou Shuyi. "It's okay, it's not your fault, anchor Zhou, you did your best." "In the face of natural disasters, we are powerless... "Thank you for your reassurance, I'm fine." Lin Weihai hung up Zhou Shuyi's call. He looked up at the live broadcast room, his eyes fell on Li Changbai, then, He dialed the phone number of his superiors, and the anchor resigned as the chief person in charge of the project "The First Ancestor of Yuanmou". Because he Lin Weihai,
Let Huaxia suffer this great humiliation, Is he, General Lin Wei Hailin, still in charge of this project? Seeing Lin Weihai hang up the phone, Zhou Shuyi let out a foul breath from his chest. "I hope General Lin is okay..." From the tone of voice, Zhou Shuyi could still hear Lin Weihai's loss. But there is no way, Floods and natural disasters... no one can avoid, no one could have predicted, Not even prevention, You can only passively accept it and bear its harm! certainly, Li Changbai is an exception. "Brothers, the more than one hundred acres of rice planted by Big Brother Pangu... I'm afraid it's gone." Zhou Shuyi's voice was heard in the live broadcast room. There was also regret and loss in her words. "Oh, it must be gone. With such a fierce flood, how could the terraced fields made of mud be still there? It was washed away by the flood long ago!" "Isn't the ration of the first ancestor...?" "This damn flood! How can there be a sudden flood! Now it's over, the bet we made between Huaxia and Yingjiang..... we're going to lose..." "I really don't want to lose to those Yingjiang people... Anchor, is there any other way?"
.…………….. Unwilling to admit defeat like this, the water friends asked in the live broadcast room. "No." "Brother Pangu said that rice matures in seven days, and it has been three days now," "Even if we plant rice again, it's too late...and, where do we go to find rice seeds?" Zhou Shuyi said helplessly in the live broadcast room. The rice seeds in the original clay pot had been used up during the cultivation three days ago. In the whole tribe, the only remaining seeds are the unplanted soybeans and other grains. "Alas! Now, Yingjiang and those bastards are going to step on our heads again..." Feelings of helplessness, loss and despair spread in the live broadcast room, Everyone in the live broadcast room looked as if they were mourning and lonely. the game between great powers, The bet is not the most important thing, No one takes Yingjiang's 500 billion seriously, What they care about is... Take a breath! Take a sigh of relief! The eagle sauce people are arrogant and rude, If you dare to take the initiative to provoke...then beat him to tears! The bet initiated by Yingjiang people is naturally the same, All Chinese netizens have a consensus, The Yingjiang people made a private bet on the matter of "the ancestor of the Yuanmou people harvested rice in 7 days", In fact, the purpose is not the matter itself, nor is it to bully Huaxia around the world, so as to determine its dominance. … no! The goal of Yingjiang people has never been modern China, But in this studio...the Yuanmou Man from million years ago! It's Zhou Shuyi who has the secret of time travel! It is the king of the ancient dragon kingdom with great powers and superhuman physique!
It is the ancient Dragon Kingdom civilization that disappeared in the history of China...the advanced civilization technology hidden in it...the precious and rare cultural relics hidden in it... "Xuanyuan Sword", "Jiuzhou Ding", "Neon Clothes Yuyi", "Ripening Potion", "Superhuman Physique" These are what the Eagle Sauce people really care about! this bet, In fact, it's just a game set up by Ying Jiang, The reason why Lin Weihai and the other Chinese military agreed was because they believed in their ancestors, the ancestors of the Yuanmou people, and Li Changbai... Therefore, they agreed to the bet and accepted the challenge initiated by Yingliren that could shock the whole world. This is because... Lin Weihai and others believe that Li Changbai can do it! The mysterious potion for ripening, and the terrifying effect of allowing the seeds to germinate and grow instantly, made these descendants of the Yuanmou people believe in their ancestors! but, They ignore the fact that That is climate change in primitive world nature (caeg). This flood actually disrupted the layout and planning of the Chinese military. Let Huaxia be in an extremely passive and unfavorable position in this game of great powers! The Huaxia live broadcast room is full of wailing, Ying Jiang's global live broadcast room was full of cheers, Countless Yingjiang people walked out of their homes, poured into the streets to celebrate, hold parties...... "Oh God, this flood must be your will, thank you for punishing these Chinese savages!" "These savages still want to harvest rice for seven days? Go home and dream! Even if you repel the flood, can those destroyed terraces be restored?" "Admit defeat obediently, Huaxia people! Tell your secret, why can that anchor named 'ShuYi-Zhou' travel through time? Did you Huaxia invent the 'Time Shuttle Machine'? Hand over this technology as a bet for your failure !" "These hominid farmers million years ago were so naive. How could it be possible for rice to mature in 7 days? They were whimsical, and they were lying to the global audience!" "Huaxia people... three days later, you will be ashamed all over the world!" Those foreigners on Youtube and Facebook, Little Blue Bird, left messages mocking, Like the fruits of victory, they have firmly grasped in their hands, Huaxia's water friends were so angry that they overcame the wall one after another and captured these external social platforms. An unprecedented battle is being staged rapidly on social networks. Three days have passed, During these three days,
Li Changbai led the tribe to clean up the house and disinfect the animal clothes with hot water to prevent the outbreak of epidemics after the flood. Not only that, Li Changbai also slaughtered five or six giant pigs with complete teeth, and made ten tripod hot soup for the tribe to replenish their vitality. Settle the tribe, another night, On the fourth day, That is the "7-day rice maturity period" he told Zhou Shuyi, Li Changbai blew the bone flute again, waking up tens of thousands of Yuanmou people in the tribe. "Brother Pan Gu called people again, I don't know why this time..." Zhou Shuyi opened her eyes from her sleep, and said in a daze. But the subconscious behavior still made her get up from the bed and leave the "palace" with her mobile phone Once out of the "Imperial Palace", Zhou Shuyi was frightened by the scene in front of her, I saw that each Yuanmou man held a crescent-shaped "bronze sickle" in his hand. "Brothers, these Yuanmou people have sickles in their hands "They are not going to harvest rice, are they?" Zhou Shuyi's surprised voice was heard in the live broadcast room. "Rice? Aren't the seedlings washed away by the flood? There are no terraced fields... Where did the rice come from?" "It's unbelievable... Our Chinese ancestors actually know how to make bronze sickles for harvesting rice. Isn't this too advanced?" "I suspect now that the Xia, Shang and Zhou bronze sickles I saw in the history museum are also imitated from the ones in the hands of the Yuanmou people's ancestors, and they are exactly the same!" Foreigners who watched the global live broadcast saw the Chinese savage with a sickle in his hand, and they all left messages to laugh: "Poor Huaxia people, they still have hope for those terraced fields, it's really pitiful, those terraced fields have been destroyed by the flood long ago!" "The Chinese people are so naive, and their savage ancestors were no exception!" "Give up the struggle, hand over the bet, victory belongs to our eagle sauce country!" "Xiba, you Chinese savages are not allowed to use sickles, that is the inheritance of our kimchi country!" "Anchor, have you visited the rice field these days?" While Zhou Shuyi was still marveling at the exquisite appearance of those bronze sickles, a water friend in the live broadcast room asked a crucial question. "No alas..." "We have been at the top of Dongshan Mountain for the past few days. Brother Pangu led his tribe to open the mountain there. They planted wheat and soybeans among the five grains, and there is a red tassel... It should be sorghum?" Zhou Shuyi carefully recalled what Brother Yuanmou had done in the past few days, and replied in the live broadcast room.
"So speaking of it, Xishan is really lost to you?" "No, what do you want to see if they were all washed away by the flood? This is common sense, right? Such a big flood..." Zhou Shuyi rolled his eyes at the water friend. "Anchor Zhou, maybe there will be a miracle?" Professor Su Bingqi, who hadn't spoken for a long time, suddenly said in the live broadcast room. "..." Zhou Shuyi was taken aback when she heard the words. Though she also believed in miracles, After all, these days... "Big Brother Pangu" brought her countless miracles, But it was an unprecedented flood after all, How can the fragile terraced fields made of rotten mud withstand the impact of this flood beast? Absolutely impossible! "Go and see, anchor Zhou, follow Yuanmou people to make a wish." Su Bingqi's steady voice echoed in the live broadcast room. "That's right, anchor, take a look, the ancestors of the Yuanmou people have mobilized so many people, maybe a miracle really happened!" "Whether the rice seedlings grow into rice within seven days, or the terraced fields remain intact under the flood...these are impossible things, if these Yuanmou people can do it...it will be a miracle in ten walks! "A miracle? Will it really happen...!" A sharp bone flute was played by Li Changbai again. Gu Longguo, the tens of thousands of Yuanmou people, walked out of the Buzhou Mountain where they lived together with sickles in their hands, and walked towards the western mountain that was destroyed by the flood. "The rice fields...are they really still there..." Zhou Shuyi looked at the fallen prehistoric ferns on both sides, at those broken branches...the ground was a mess. "ah!" At this moment, Zhou Shuyi's right foot softened, as if she had stepped on something soft. Zhou Shuyi looked down, and the soft thing was actually a prehistoric weed rat. The prehistoric grass rat, the size of a domestic cat, had been dead for a long time, exuding a stench under the scorching sun. This grass rat is obviously the "victim" of the catastrophic flood a few days ago. Zhou Shuyi covered her nose, walked past the decomposing weed rat's corpse in distaste, None of these nimble prehistoric creatures survived the flood,
Not to mention those fragile terraces and seedlings. "Brothers, the terraced fields are here!" After climbing a mountain, Zhou Shuyi finally came to the Longji rice terraces. "Brothers, look at these terraced fields..." Zhou Shuyi fiddled with the phone, changed the camera in the live broadcast room, But she raised her head subconsciously, and when she saw the scene in front of her, she was stunned, with a shocked look in her pupils. How to describe the scene in front of Zhou Shuyi? Use the golden ocean, it's perfect. In front of Zhou Shuyi's eyes, wherever he looked, a piece of golden, Like a golden ocean. Those layers of Longji terraced fields, each mu of fields are shining with golden light, That is the golden light on the back of the dragon blessed by the gods! The seedlings planted 7 days ago... have not been washed away by the flood! They are still alive! Not only are they still alive, they have also grown into mature rice halls with heavy grains in just 7 days! Golden ears of rice! The rice planted by these Yuanmou people 7 days ago...is ripe! not only mature, And after being attacked by floods and beasts, it was still intact! Not even a single rice plant was broken Not even a single ear of rice fell... "This...how is this possible?" "The one-hundred-acre Longji Terraced Fields are still there! They were not destroyed by the flood! They were not destroyed by the flood!" "What's even more frightening is...the rice that was originally seedlings 7 days ago...has matured!" "How did he do it? Brother Pangu, how did he do it?" Zhou Shuyi's eyes widened, and she turned her head to look at Li Changbai who was standing next to her, riding on Saber-toothed Tiger Eagle Sauce, Under Zhou Shuyi's surprised eyes,
The Lord of the Ancient Dragon Kingdom riding on the back of a tiger, with a smile on his face, was bathed in the sun, exuding golden brilliance, Like a god outside the sky. (ps: Three chapters 13,000, don't stay up all night, get up tomorrow to write, good night, the authors.).