42: Chapter 42 The Confidence of Five Thousand Years of Heritage

"Upload!" Lin Ye stared at the double ram zun, the corner of his mouth twitching.

"Ancestors, show me some face."

In the Great Xia Live Stream, the barrage, which had been arguing fiercely, instantly stuttered.

Then, an overwhelming number of question marks popped up.

[???]

[Did he really upload it? Brother Eye actually used his only chance on this?]

[I understand being protective of treasures, but the whole country is starving right now!]

[Brother Eye is confused! This really can't be defended!]

[Brothers, don't panic. Brother Eye has never made a losing deal before. Let the bullets fly for a while!]

The foreign barrages were even more mocking.

[Japan: Ridiculous! The Great Xia people are crazy with poverty, wanting to bring home even scrap metal!]

[USA: Great Xia's choice is truly brilliant, entrusting their fate to a piece of scrap copper.]

[Kangaroo Country: I suggest everyone in Great Xia hug their bronze ware to sleep; maybe they'll be full in their dreams.]

Those who had just successfully renounced their citizenship were shaking with excitement.

[Just landed in the USA, opened the livestream and saw Great Xia self-destructing. I laughed so hard my coffee sprayed out.]

[Good thing I jumped ship fast, otherwise I would have been dragged down by the junk this blind man uploaded.]

[Are the Great Xia people still self-deluding? When you're hungry tomorrow, remember to gnaw on those bronze ram horns.]

[I unilaterally announce that Lin Ye has officially been elected the top sales agent for USA immigration tonight!]

Great Xia netizens were furious.

But at this moment, even the most die-hard fans couldn't type a word of rebuttal.

After all, what was displayed on the screen was indeed a piece of bronze ware that couldn't be eaten, couldn't be drunk, and couldn't be used to start a fire.

In the commentary booth, Commentator Chen Guofeng moved his lips several times, but just couldn't bring himself to curse.

He looked at the scanning frame on the screen, the veins on his forehead throbbing.

"This kid... really dares to do it."

Su Qinglan was also silent.

She was usually quick to curse at foreign viewers, but looking at the double ram zun, she felt unsure inside.

Inside the Disaster Prevention Administration command center.

Zhou Jianping watched the screen full of mockery, his fists clenching and unclenching.

"Director Wei, public opinion has already exploded."

"The USA side has edited the footage, and their media is spamming 'Great Xia uploads scrap copper' everywhere."

Director Wei Tiejun stood in front of the big screen, his face grim.

"Let them spam." He paused. "Actually, I can't accept it either."

This sentence made the entire command center quiet down.

Director Wei Tiejun stared at Lin Ye on the screen.

"But I know better that every time this kid Lin Ye seems to be taking a risk, he has his own intentions."

"He risked his life to bring this thing out today."

In the Third Research Group, Lu Chen supported the table with both hands, his eyes barely blinking.

The young analyst next to him whispered: "Researcher Lu, if the system really only returns ten thousand pieces of bronze ware..."

"Then it will be on my head."

Lu Chen interrupted him directly.

The young analyst shut up.

Lu Chen stared at the blue scanning frame, muttering to himself.

"Lin Ye gave up gold, gave up jewelry, and risked being torn apart by monsters to take this item."

"He has confirmed it."

"The value seen by that left eye is definitely not on a physical level."

"Wait."

...

In the underground shelter.

Lin Ye felt a thin layer of sweat seeping from his palms.

The double ram zun was a golden legend in the Eye of Destiny; this was the greatest confidence he had to bet everything on.

The next second!

The pale golden halo on the surface of the double ram zun erupted violently!

The dazzling golden light instantly pierced through the scanning frame, illuminating the entire corridor as bright as day!

The firelight was suppressed; the bloodstains, rust, and cracks on the walls were all submerged in the golden radiance.

Lin Ye's pupils constricted slightly.

"Holy crap, it really showed its worth?"

The mocking barrages in the livestream stopped abruptly.

The Japanese viewers' half-typed words froze on the screen.

The USA viewers hadn't even finished typing the two words "scrap copper".

Those jumping-around defectors also fell into a deathly silence at this moment.

Immediately after, the broadcast voice of the supreme will resounded across the globe.

[Detected Great Xia civilization creation — Shang Dynasty double ram zun!]

[Item judgment: Item of Destiny!]

[This item carries the cultural heritage and historical destiny of the five-thousand-year Great Xia civilization!]

In the Great Xia Live Stream, after a brief silence, the barrage exploded.

[Holy crap! Item of Destiny! This is an Item of Destiny!]

[I'm sorry, Brother Eye! I spoke too loudly just now; I'll slap myself twice right now!]

[Who said it was scrap copper? Stand up! Come out!]

[Where are the Japanese? Didn't you say it was your stuff just now? The supreme will already said it's a Great Xia civilization creation!]

[Where are the defectors? Is your face swollen? Do you need me to send you some anti-swelling medicine?]

In the underground shelter, the double ram zun slowly rose.

The blue scanning frame began to shrink, and the golden light grew brighter and brighter.

The broadcast voice sounded again.

[Triggered special national destiny feedback — Auspicious Fertile Soil!]

[Feedback one: Within the borders of Great Xia, 30% of the farmland devastated by the disaster will be restored immediately!]

[Feedback two: Within the borders of Great Xia, the growth rate of all crops will increase by 30%!]

At the same time, within the Great Xia of the Blue Star, the night was torn open by golden radiance.

The golden light poured down from high above, covering every inch of Great Xia's 9.6 million square kilometers of land.

In the northern drought belt, large tracts of cracked farmland made faint cracking sounds.

The cracks closed, the saline-alkali frost receded, and the soil became soft again.

In the Central Plains hinterland, wheat fields that had been abandoned due to the disaster climate regained their moisture.

In the southern hills, the black ash on the surface of the terraced fields destroyed by acid rain faded, and the soil particles regained their fertility.

In the northwest of Great Xia, in a place called Liugou Village.

Seventy-two-year-old Old Man Zhao rushed out of his house wearing an old cotton coat.

His family's land had been barren for three years.

Droughts, insect plagues, and strange diseases came one after another; in the end, even the grass was too lazy to grow.

The young people in the village had long gone to the city to collect rations, and the remaining elderly sighed at the empty fields every day.

When the golden light fell just now, Old Man Zhao thought his eyes were playing tricks on him.

But when he trotted to his own field ridge, he was stunned.

The hard clods of earth were constantly churning, and moist black mud was emerging from within.

He squatted down and grabbed a handful of soil, trembling.

The soil was very soft.

There was also a long-lost earthy scent.

Old Man Zhao brought the soil to his nose and smelled it, and tears fell directly into his palm.

"It's alive."

His voice was hoarse.

"The land is alive!"

At the courtyard gate, his wife held the door frame and shouted: "Old Zhao, don't fall!"

Old Man Zhao didn't turn his head, just stuck his hoe into the ground.

The hoe blade sank easily into the soil layer.

This action made him freeze in place.

Then, he knelt by the field and shouted happily:

"It can be planted."

"Our land can be planted!"

Other elderly people in the village also ran out one after another.

Some knelt in the fields grabbing soil, some called their children in the city, their voices choked and unable to speak clearly.

"Child, come back and see!"

"The land is good! Heaven... has performed a miracle!"

...

Great Xia Live Stream.

[Damn! The ancestors have performed a miracle! It really is a miracle!]

[What is this called? This is called the ancestors providing food!]

[The Great Xia farming bloodline will be awakened again!]

[Eight thousand times the canned food? Not even dogs would eat it! My Great Xia is directly defying heaven and changing fate!]

[Where are the colonial-minded people who were showing off their passports just now? Is the free air still fragrant?]

[Laughing to death, the gold content of joining the Nationalist Army in '49 is still rising!]

[Don't say anything else, long live Great Xia!]

[Long live Great Xia!] × ∞

On the commentary stage.

Commentator Chen Guofeng jumped up directly.

He grabbed the dazed Xu Mingyuan next to him, squeezing the other's neck until it was crooked.

"Long live Great Xia!"

Xu Mingyuan's eyes rolled back from being choked, his face flushed red.

But his body fully cooperated with the action.

This wilderness survival expert wiped away tears while giggling "hehehe".

He wanted to say some professional analysis.

He opened his mouth three times, but not a single word came out.

Forget it, to hell with professionalism.

Tonight, Great Xia doesn't need professionalism!

Su Qinglan reached out and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, looking up at the camera.

"The future of Great Xia does not need anyone's charity!"

"This five-thousand-year heritage is our greatest trump card!"

"Dust can also hide sparks, and mortals can also protect the country's gates! Thank you, Lin Ye!"

...

At the same time.

The livestreams of other countries fell into silence.

The USA broke their defense first, and the screen was flooded with sour jealousy.

[USA: Cheating! Why does a broken pot get this?]

[USA: This is unfair! The supreme will is biased towards Great Xia!]

[USA (Great Xia language): Scott's eight thousand times canned food is also very strong! We didn't lose!]

The Japan Livestream was also full of complaints.

[Japan: That is ours... Why give the bonus to Great Xia?]

[Japan: Baka! Amaterasu! Why is it like this! Why!]

No matter how they argued, the Great Xia viewers were united.

[Great Xia: Because it is named Xia!]

At the same time, several other countries that considered themselves ancient civilizations also became excited.

[Fire Country: Are antiques Items of Destiny? Our sacred fire is shining, we also have a thousand years of history, we can also take off!]

[Egypt: In terms of history, we are older! The pyramids are full of Items of Destiny!]

[India: Great Bharat is the oldest civilization in history! The Ganges water protects us!]

[Great Xia: Get lost! You only have the longest history of being colonized!]

[South Korea: As everyone knows, our Great Han Republic is the origin of humanity, smida!]

[Great Xia: Get lost! Your history isn't even as long as the history of kimchi!]

[USA: Who doesn't have antiques? Great America has a history of freedom!]

[Great Xia: Get lost! Your history is only 250 years! Any night pot is older than your founding!]

[France: We...]

[Great Xia: Get lost! Do you have any idea how many of those cultural relics in Europe are fake?]

In this wave, Great Xia won completely!

Having so many ancestors guarding the house, this backbone is really stiff!

...

A certain international airport in Great Xia.

The screens in the departure hall were playing the National Destiny Challenge livestream.

The golden light reflected on the floor-to-ceiling windows, dyeing the entire hall in an afterglow.

A group of people dragging suitcases stood blankly in front of the screen.

They clutched one-way tickets in their hands, their faces pale.

Five minutes ago, they were still showing off their visa approvals and the sweet air they were about to breathe.

Now, they looked like death.

In those "free mutual aid" groups, there were no more new messages popping up.

In the crowd, a man in a suit suddenly wailed.

He tore his boarding pass like a madman and scrambled towards the customs exit counter.

"I'm not leaving! I want to restore my nationality!"

"I want to stay and farm! My hometown has two acres of wasteland, I'm not going to America! I'm not going!"

The customs officer looked up, his face expressionless.

"Your nationality has been cancelled, and the renunciation process is irreversible."

"Please proceed to the boarding gate, the flight to America is about to take off."

The man collapsed to the ground, clutching the counter and refusing to let go.

"No! You can't do this! I have old parents and young children, I am a Great Xia person!"

The customs officer picked up the walkie-talkie.

"Security team, C17 counter, there are foreign nationals stranded, please assist them in exiting."

He put down the walkie-talkie, his gaze sweeping over the group of defectors.

"Everyone, the plane is about to take off, I wish you a safe journey."

A team of security personnel stepped forward, lifted the man, and dragged him towards the boarding gate.

And the crowd behind them was also forcibly pushed towards the departure passage.

...

Disaster Prevention Administration, command center.

The entire hall was filled with cheers.

Some people slapped the tables, some hugged, and some rushed to the windows to bathe in the golden radiance.

Director Wei Tiejun stood in front of the command console.

"Auspicious Fertile Soil..."

He muttered to himself, countless images flashing through his mind.

Resource depletion, frequent wars, the arrival of the supreme will...

From the day the shadow of the great cataclysm shrouded everything, Director Wei Tiejun knew.

Food is the most fatal red line.

No matter how many weapons or how strong the army is, people will die if they don't eat.

Tonight.

A young man in his early twenties, in another world, used a bronze ware from his ancestors.

To continue the food lifeline of Great Xia.

Director Wei Tiejun turned his head away and quickly wiped the corner of his eyes.

"Notify the Ministry of Agriculture to immediately start a nationwide soil re-testing."

"Yes!"

The momentum in the entire center was soaring!

...

Third Research Group.

Lu Chen was the first to react.

He grabbed a pen and opened the notebook in front of him.

He wrote two words heavily in the blank space.

Destiny.

He raised his head and stared at Lin Ye's left eye on the screen, which seemed completely normal.

"Good kid."

"What exactly can that eye of yours see?"

...

Great Xia's western border, a certain military camp.

The wind was howling, and the camp was illuminated by the golden light.

On the playground, young soldiers were running wildly on the track like madmen, roaring.

Others were desperately venting their sweat on training equipment.

The instructor stood on the second-floor corridor, clenching his fists, his eyes red.

He didn't blow the whistle to stop them, but instead waved his arms vigorously with the soldiers, something he had never done before.

In the military canteen.

Lin Changshan and Li Mei were surrounded by other soldiers.

Several young soldiers stepped forward to hug Lin Changshan, tears and snot all over their faces.

"Squad leader! Your son saved the land in my hometown! My grandfather can finally farm again!"

"Old Lin! That kid of yours is too damn awesome! He is our great hero!"

Lin Changshan stood in the crowd without speaking.

For the past two days, he and his wife had barely closed their eyes.

Coupled with the patrol mission during the day, he was so haggard that his cheekbones were protruding.

He pursed his lips, and on his weathered face, there was pride and arrogance that couldn't be hidden.

Li Mei stood next to him, wiping away tears continuously.

Falling, collapsing, being attacked by monsters.

Those images cut back and forth in her heart like knives.

But now, they all turned into tears of relief at this moment.

Lin Changshan finally moved.

He stretched out his hands, full of frostbite scars, and gently placed them on Li Mei's shoulders.

Although he didn't speak.

This was the greatest tenderness this man, who had guarded the border for more than twenty years, could give.

...

Underground shelter.

Lin Ye looked at the place where the double ram zun had disappeared and blinked.

"...Good guy."

He swallowed his saliva and patted his chest.

"That golden light almost blinded my dog eyes! But... didn't crash, right?"

He muttered a sentence and then grinned.

Sure enough, the things from my Great Xia are reliable; gold is gold.

This wave of mine can be considered a big score.

Returning to the first floor underground along the stairs.

Lin Ye sat down by the fire and took out two strips of smoked meat from his backpack.

"Reward myself."

He opened his mouth and bit down on the smoked meat strip.

Just at this moment, that familiar broadcast voice sounded again.