The early morning of the imperial capital seemed to be more noisy than Yinyue City. The number of residents determined prosperity or decline. Many laws that were conducive to increasing income for civilians also caused large areas of wasteland around the city to be reclaimed. As the commercial channels that could only be controlled by military groups began to relax, various civilian shops gradually stood on both sides of the street. Although the commercial atmosphere could not be compared with Yinyue or Emma, ​​from the perspective of the location and people, traffic, prosperity was just a matter of time that had been determined.

In the spacious restaurant on the second floor of the palace, Li Jiajun and Li Zixiang sat on both sides of the long strip table, silently chewing the warm and soft steamed buns in their hands with steaming rice porridge.

This is a traditional Chinese breakfast, a porridge pot and a rattan basket containing pastries. It is placed in a staggered manner. It is a pickle pickle made of underground rhizomes similar to the radish-shaped plant, and a bean paste with a unique flavor. In addition, everyone's plate also contains a cooked egg with a warm shell. The 6571 base has a complete species reserve. In addition to the high-yield hybrid rice that has been successfully studied in the old era, as well as grain crops such as potatoes, potatoes, corn, etc. that are less restricted by soil and water sources, the first non-economic plant varieties promoted in the empire are beans and peppers.

The table cannot always be filled with corn porridge and biscuits. When the people are freed from their initial state of hunger and have the ability to control the surplus food, they are no longer satisfied with food and clothing, but begin to pursue a wide variety of food varieties, as well as fresh meat, milk and eggs that have better taste and richer nutrition.

Like Yinyue City, slaves who had just obtained the status of civilians in the Empire also adopted a hierarchy to distribute food. Under the deliberate guidance of officials such as Blanche, among the civilians, the first "e"-level citizens who could receive 50% of the food bonus soon appeared among the civilians. Those who were once familiar with received rewards far higher than themselves. This immediately caused a strong stimulation among the civilians. Jealousy and envy. Various complex eyes were staring at the slanderous materials. The sense of crisis and desire to possess were mixed with each other. In order to obtain higher-level rations, the civilians burst out with unprecedented enthusiasm and enthusiasm. The calendar just turned over the second day of March. All the cultivated land in the empire had completed 97.62%. Compared with Alfra's rule, the cultivated land area increased by 80%.

Huangcui is a title.

The owner of Wang Crown does not need to be a professional in agriculture. He does not need to be an agricultural expert, nor does he need to be proficient in water conservancy, engineering, commerce or other areas of people's livelihood. To a large extent, Lin Xiang on the Golden Throne is just a representative of the ruling class. Blanche has a talent far beyond ordinary people in administrative management. The prestige of Wang Biao and Yang Hua is beyond the reach of the army. Domestic order and commercial trade. Gliffiz is willing to have a dedicated person in charge of all fields, and Lin Xiang himself cannot do better than them. But one thing is certain that if he does not exist, the empire will immediately fall into division.

Although he has nothing to do, his position or function, no one can replace him.

Because "only he is the real emperor who is recognized by everyone."

Li Jiajun and Li Zixiang have a deep understanding of this. However, they have never taken the initiative to find Lin Xiang. Instead, they lead their subordinates to silently complete the tasks assigned to them. Among the imperial people whose skin colors are mainly black and white, their existence seems particularly eye-catching.

Compared with two months ago, "the area of ​​the imperial study room has been expanded by nearly ten times. According to the emperor's order, the walls of the old study room were broken," the storage room originally used to place various debris was cleaned up. Dozens of steel bookshelves slightly lower than the height of the wall were arranged neatly and orderly. In addition to a telescopic building truck that facilitates the collection of books, plus a set of simple and practical office desks and chairs, the most numerous things in the room are paper books densely placed on the shelves according to the category code.

The light that penetrates out the window forms a series of tilted milky diffuse halos inside the study. From the backlight, you can clearly see countless tiny dust floating in the air, floating silently like elves. Any slight movements will disrupt this quiet and silent sleep. Waving and speaking, the most basic body movements of human beings are equivalent to strong vibrations such as volcanic eruptions or tsunamis. There is no protest or the madness of the surging emotions. Destruction and death are no longer a great disaster for them. This is the case in this world. When you are accustomed to suffering and difficulties, occasionally taste the comfort and enjoyment, you can immediately create the essential difference between heaven and hell.

"You should understand why you were called here. Adapt to the new environment and eliminate hostility between each other." Even the understanding, assessment, and familiarity with all of this will take time. If you feel that you still have not eliminated the barriers deep in your heart, you can continue to wait."

Lin Xiang was wearing a handmade dark black uniform with very delicate texture. The exquisite cutting process perfectly set off the unique rigid temperament of men. He sat quietly on the chair behind the desk, and in front of him was a delicate blue pomelo fine porcelain tea set. The cup was filled with a richly fragrant light green tea soup. The rising white steam was in the mouth of the cup, just like the legendary secret realm, mysterious, but it was impossible to touch it.

Sitting on the sofa opposite, Li Jiajun and Li Zixiang looked at each other, and from each other's eyes, they saw suspicion, relief, worry, and a faint hesitation.

He stretched out his hand and picked up two cups from the tea tray on the table. With a serious expression, he filled it with tea. When he completed this whole set of movement, Lin Xiang's eyes kept staring at the vortex that gradually rose from the bottom of the cup, and the white foam that was rotating and shaking in the center of the tea.

"I'm not the one you imagined"

This sentence was repeated to the two people as early as when they were conquering Bloodstone City and being in the underground city of Sukaka Balachia.

They don't believe their words.

Lin Xiang can understand the panic and fear that arises under high pressure. Any seemingly ordinary reason may become an excuse for omnipresent political regulatory agencies to abuse, persecute, and fabricate charges. Even the entire clan is killed, and even friends they know each other cannot be spared. The charges are ridiculous, "rebellious, life, jealousy, slander the great leader, poison, and attempt to become a lackey of imperialist capitalists. The final result of all this is to "extinguish the country and the people after public verdict or even severe torture."

In the past year, Lin Xiang has not contacted Li Jiajun and Li Zixiang, nor has he met any defector from the Red Republican Army. They need to adapt to the new environment, "need to gradually calm down the fear caused by death in their subconscious mind. Of course, the most important thing is to let them understand the essential difference between the Dragon Teng Empire and the Red Republican Army. Use facts to prove that although they look similar to that person, they are two completely different existences from brain thinking to physical form.

After a few minutes of silence, Li Jiajun first picked up the teacup on the farm table and nodded: "I know you are not him.

Li Zixiang took another cup with a little hesitation, but he still nodded slightly: "The Republican Army could not deliberately create an emperor. This is simply incompatible with their current system. Imperialism and capitalism are always enemies of public ownership of social resources."

A smile flashed through Lin Xiang's eyes, and Li Zixiang used the word "they" as the title of the Red Republican Army, which seemed to be just a small detail." In his actual subconscious, he had already regarded himself as a member of the Longteng Empire.

"So" can you tell me about Qi Yue's whereabouts?"

He has always wanted to know the answer to this question.

Li Jiajun put the porcelain cup in his hand aside, and his face began to become solemn. After a long time, he asked seriously: What has been repeating this question all the time?"

"I don't know many people"

Lin Xiang sat upright and put away his smile: "Except for Qi Yue and Fang Yujie, there are actually very few people in this world who deserve my concern. Of course, what I said is "those friends I once knew."

“Every time familiar?”

Li Zixiang stared at the young man sitting opposite him, a hint of excitement in his trembling eyes, and was mixed with unconcealed shock and fear.

Is that person really?"

The muscles on Li Jiajun's face twitched slightly. "He had guessed Lin Xiang's true identity countless times." He also boldly linked it with the glorious and great heroic image in the Republican history textbook. However, before there was no evidence to show the relationship between the two, he himself did not dare to make random guesses.

After all, "a whole century has passed since the outbreak of the nuclear war. In the era of peace, when materials are sufficient, the lifespan of most people cannot exceed 100 years old, let alone the desolate wasteland? Especially in appearance, the centenarians and young people who are only twenty years old cannot be the same.

Lin Xiang smiled again on his face. Silence also means admitting.

How did you survive?”

Li Zixiang only felt that his heart was beating violently and his body was getting hotter and hotter. He was excited, afraid, and historical figures who had been receiving heroism since childhood and should have died long ago are now sitting in front of him. If he had not experienced worship-style brainwashing education, it would be hard to imagine that his mind was as surging as a craze in his mind at this moment.

“It’s an extremely long story.”

Lin Xiang picked up the teacup and took a sip, put it down, and said lightly: "Tell me where is Qi Yue? And Fang Yujie. What were they doing when you left the Red Republican Army?" "General Qi Yue is the supreme commander-in-chief of the Third Army."

Li Jiajun held the teacup in his palm and played with it slowly, but his eyes kept staring at Lin Xiang's facial expression: "The number of officers and soldiers under him is about 200,000, responsible for the military defense of the west side of the Republican Army and the northern ice field."

"General Qi Yue is a good person."

Li Zixiang intervened: "To be precise, there should be few senior generals who dare to disobey the orders of the great leader. Well, there are many soldiers who want to enter the Third Army system, but most of these requirements are not approved by the military regulatory authorities. I don't know much about the specific situation, I only know that many people are targeting the general and want to forcibly seize control of the Third Army from him."

"The people of the Political Committee are just thinking about it." They don't have the courage to do this at all. Compared to the first meeting, Li Jiajun's face was no longer cold and hostility. He shook his head and sneered: "Those people don't like any voice that dares to question the great leader. They try every means to collect evidence that is unfavorable to the general, but they dare not turn against each other publicly. However, because of this, the western border of the Republican Army can remain stable. I have never met General Qi Yue, but when I was fighting against the enemy a few years ago, I was fortunate to have cooperation with that unit.

In relationships, they are different from any red faction armed forces, "no political commissar or party representatives." But their combat effectiveness is stronger than any army I have ever seen. However, they rarely see their names in newspapers and media in China." Lin Xiang nodded slightly. He had already expected this situation. He always felt that Qi Yue and Fang Yujie were not dead. They were all superpowers who had undergone their own blood transformation. "Life life is nearly infinite, and even in the worst case, they can leave the Red Republican Army and find new plots of suitable survival alone.

"As for Dean Fang in Xinjing City, she is a very famous person."

After a few seconds of silence, Li Jiajun spoke again.

"Director Fang?"

Lin Xiang instinctively expressed surprise at this new word that he had never heard of before.

"She is the president of the National Academy of Sciences and the core head of the biotechnology research project." Li Zixiang took over and said: "I have heard her lectures because of the major involved in it. I was very impressed." Not only because of her youth and beauty, but also because of her views on the relationship between cell active tissues and mitochondrial structures. She is very strong." Of course, what we refer to here is temperament. Dean Fang has always emphasized that researchers must follow the facts and must never change existing data based on imagination or under political pressure. In the eyes of many people, she is very cold and arrogant. She has always been the crazy pursuit of the sons of the great leader. "I know so much about her." However, the political committee seems to have prejudices against her and has been collecting evidence among the students who listen to the class. It also requires us to "receive a limited critical attitude" of the content of her preaching. Haha! Using this method to deal with a woman is really "

The sound became half-gradual and the atmosphere in the room returned to calm again.

Lin Xiang's black eyes were plain and calm, "Without speaking, nor did he continue to ask. He held the teacup's slender left finger thoughtfully and ticked back and forth on the smooth and delicate surface of the cup wall. It seemed to be thinking, and the gradually condensed and frowning brows vaguely showed the majesty and momentum of the superior.

One hour, or even one minute, is enough to change the life and death fate of countless people, and peace or war is just a matter of thought. Changing the world actually does not require many complex and complicated processes in old film and television works. Compared with the nuclear explosion that instantly determines the death of seven billion people on the entire earth, a hundred years is too long, enough to take place countless changes that people cannot imagine.

Lin Xiang has never had a great idea of ​​saving the world. He just wants to make himself live a better life and protect every familiar friend and lover around him.

The meaning of living is actually that simple.

Humans are ultimately a kind of social animal. Having love and friendship is also the most basic bottom line that distinguishes them from other higher animals on Earth.

Opposite the desk, Li Jiajun and Li Zixiang looked at him silently. Although they didn't say anything, they could clearly feel the changes gradually emanating from Lin Xiang's heart. It was an excitement and emotion that came from the subconscious mind. Unlike those replica living bodies with the same appearance, cold and cruel appearance. Warm and softness, there was also a hint of inexplicable sadness and excitement.

A century ago, the young man standing at the entrance of the base, pressing the steel gate and turning heavily, and looking at the dazzling white light shining in the sky alone, had long ceased to exist.

After dying once, Lin Xiang knew the preciousness of life better than anyone else.

Now, would you make the same choice as a hundred years ago for those friends who are still alive but may encounter danger at any time?

Standing up from the chair, slowly walked to the window, staring calmly at the gloomy and dense radiant clouds that were pressing from the horizon, a trace of crystal light flashed in Lin Xiang's eyes.

“No matter how the world changes, there is always something that will remain forever.”

Generally speaking, rulers always like to use the day they ascend to the throne as the starting point of the eternal river of time. This is the case with the emperors in history, and even God cannot be spared. Christ died, resurrection, and walked off the cross were actually just synonymous with corpses. However, it was used to carry the historical records of the entire human society for thousands of years.

The first year of the empire, spring, March 16th.
Chapter completed!