Zhu Xiang, a professor of agriculture, found himself transported to the chaotic era of the Warring States in the Zhao Country. After much hardship, his life began to improve. His elder sister, who had run away with a wealthy merchant, left her...
Zhu Xiang, a professor of agriculture, found himself transported to the chaotic era of the Warring States in the Zhao Country. After much hardship, his life began to improve. His elder sister, who had run away with a wealthy merchant, left her nephew in his care, explaining that she had formed a relationship with another wealthy merchant and couldn’t take care of the child.
An indignant Zhu Xiang initially considered giving the child to someone else, but then he learned that the child’s name was Zheng, and his father was none other than Sun Yi, a noble from the Qin state. Zhu Xiang was bewildered. “My nephew is Ying Zheng? But my sister’s name isn’t Zhao Ji; it’s Chunhua!”
Determined not to let the future First Emperor disappear from history, Zhu Xiang decided to grit his teeth and tighten his belt to raise the young Emperor Qin. With a “ding,” the cultivation system came online, and he could exchange goodwill with historical figures for superior crops. Tears filled Zhu Xiang’s eyes as he kissed the young Emperor Qin on the forehead. “Truly worthy of being the Future First Emperor! You’re amazing! Just watch, your uncle will cultivate a vast empire for you!”
Many years later, Emperor Qin Shi Huang would still recall his childhood memories. His uncle held his small hand and walked through endless fields, pointing to the vast golden fields that stretched to the horizon. “Zheng, my nephew, your uncle has a dream – to plant superior crops across all the lands bathed in the sun and moonlight, so that everyone in the kingdom can have enough to eat.”
“Uncle, Zheng can conquer all the lands under the sun and moon and give them to you for farming, how does that sound?”
“Ah? Hahaha, that sounds great!” His uncle let out a hearty laugh, lifting him onto his shoulders. “Wherever Zheng’s kingdom expands, your uncle’s fields will follow.”
A large hands firmly holding onto the smaller one. “It’s a promise.”