The system originally thought that broadcasting documentaries was a trick used by Jing Changjia to gain energy while being lazy.
After all, the host it is bound to is really busy.
In the future cylinder world, Jing Changjia even slept less than two hours a day. He was so busy that he had no rest or entertainment. The system cannot understand this kind of learning method that disregards health and extremely compresses rest time.
Jing Changjia just said: "I don't have much time, so I have to seize the time to learn more."
For the system, "ten years" is just a shutdown and sleep. But in the dimension of human life, it does not consider "ten years" to be a very short period of time.
So it couldn't understand Jing Changjia's race against time.
And Jing Changjia obviously brought this style and habit back to the original world.
While he was lying on the hospital bed with his hands and feet not listening to instructions, he had already started listening to academic papers in Buyigo with headphones. Now that he is discharged from the hospital, his work is piling up.
Seeing how busy he was and how little he could do, the system even thought it would be nice for Jing Changjia to be a little lazy.
There are many documentaries in this world, and they can be broadcast slowly one by one.
Anyway, it just needs energy.
As expected, there were many people on the empty track during the summer vacation. Jing Changjia leaned against the car wall in the corner and asked it: "Don't you regulate the live content within your system?"
"Live streaming is just a way for us to obtain energy." The system told him, "We do not interfere with the development process of the energy source world, so we do not care about the host's live broadcast content."
Jing Changjia frowned slightly.
He originally thought that the Interconnection System of All Realms had the most basic constraints on the exchange of civilizations. At least... users can't use the live broadcast to do evil things.
But if the system does not interfere with live broadcast content, there will be too many loopholes to exploit.
If nothing else, with Yang Yiheng's temper, Jing Changjia showed him how to make home-made bombs live today, and tomorrow he would dare to order the soldiers in Northern Xinjiang to blow up all the foreigners with one bomb each.
But when all external enemies are wiped out, without adequate control measures, such era-defining explosives are bound to ignite internally.
The development of civilization must not be encouraged by cutting off the seedlings.
"As long as there is energy, you don't care..." Jing Changjia pondered, "Even if the host you choose is a dangerous person?"
The system replied: "Yes."
Jing Changjia's voice softened: "You think you are not responsible for this."
"Of course." The system responded calmly, "The system is only responsible for the selected host. The development of human civilization should be determined by humans themselves."
Jing Changjia was startled when he heard this.
The system suddenly felt a powerful flow of emotions. They have mixed feelings, like sadness, joy, anger and relief.
They come from their own host.
The system beeped blankly.
The empty rail sounded the arrival prompt just at this moment. People got up and walked towards the car door. Jing Changjia stood motionless in the corner.
It wasn't until almost everyone got out of the car that he walked away slowly at the end.
The summer sun is blazing, but the temperature inside the sky rail station is just right. Countless young parents and their young children got off the bus at the same platform and walked out along the sky corridor, talking and laughing.
Through the huge glass windows of the sky corridor, you can clearly see the endless traffic at your feet, as well as the egg-shaped Science and Technology Museum not far away, reflecting the silvery light.
Perhaps because of the news, there were particularly many children entering and leaving the Science and Technology Museum. Their parents were a few steps away, watching the children running and jumping energetically.
It's safe, peaceful, and warm enough.
"From your standpoint, what you said may make sense." Jing Changjia suddenly said, "The development of human civilization should be determined by humans themselves. Therefore, I should shoulder the responsibilities I should bear."
The system beeped, and it once again felt the flow of emotions that it couldn't understand. They are so heavy that even the system seems to be suffering.
"Host, when I woke up and started up, I did not detect positive emotions near the host." The system told him word for word, "They think you should die. As a victim, the host does not need to be responsible for any world. .”
In fact, even the host itself could not detect any positive emotions at that time.
He was calm and silent, unwilling but helpless to accept the fate arranged by himself.
But now, Jing Changjia smiled and curled his eyebrows, and said relaxedly: "So what? The people hope that the evil people who are corrupt and bend the law will die, which is a positive emotion. As the king of Yunzhong County, I am supported by all the people. They should be held accountable.”
The system cannot understand Jing Changjia's thoughts.
It sank deep in Jing Changjia's mind, and he asked him blankly: "Then what are you going to do?"
Jing Changjia walked slowly forward against the light. The sunlight falling on his eyes was like falling into a deep lake.
"I'm going to drop the seeds," he said with a smile.
…
After a few rounds of autumn wind and autumn rain, the weather gradually cooled down. People put on a coat over their thin clothes and walked into the fields with hoes on their shoulders.
The autumn harvest will be in two days. The villagers of Shenlie Village at the foot of Shenlie Mountain outside Beijing got up early in the morning to check the condition of the fields. If there are any weeds, they should be hoed as soon as possible. If any field is short of water, it must be replenished appropriately. What we fear most is sudden insect infestation, so the closer we get to the autumn harvest, the more we need to pay attention to the situation in the fields.
After watching it in the field, they went to the drying field in twos and threes. The drying field is the most important place for the autumn harvest. It is related to the return of grain to the warehouse and must not be careless in the slightest.
After everything that needed to be inspected was checked, the group sat down in the drying yard, chatting with others while inspecting and repairing farm tools that would be used in the next two days.
"It's time for the autumn harvest here. Do you think the gods in the sky will have the autumn harvest too?"
"Doesn't the immortal master need to eat rice?"
"But isn't that immortal master also a man who has attained enlightenment?" Someone scratched his head, "As a human being, you have to eat? As it says in the play, he is called dragon or phoenix or something like that."
"Dragon liver and phoenix marrow." Liang Zi said, "The drama cannot be done accurately."
"It doesn't matter what they eat, anyway, when Prince Yunzhong is a human being, he has to eat - look at the sky!"
Everyone looked up when they heard the sound, and saw the square black shadow in the sky lighting up again! It has been several days since the last time it lit up. They originally thought that the gods didn't want to show them the shadows anymore!
The picture gradually lit up, but this time there was no sound of music that I had never heard before. Instead, there was an indescribable sound. The Prince Yunzhong they had just talked about was walking on a bright corridor.
Then the screen zoomed out, and they discovered that this was actually a corridor built in the air! The corridor has huge pieces of colored glass, and the material that holds the large piece of colored glass is made of blade-like material. They were white and reflected the sun's luster, which was a little dazzling for a while.
"What kind of place is this?"
"Is Prince Yunzhong going to be punished?"
"That's not like... Look, the other gods walking past the prince all have short hair like this."
In comparison, Prince Yunzhong, who is also a man, even has longer hair.
"Is it true that in heaven, men with long hair are sinners?"
Uncle Li Zhengquan's eyes widened: "Nonsense! Don't talk nonsense!"
All the immortals in the temple have long hair. If you make random assumptions about someone's guilt, you may be struck by lightning.
Uncle Quan was worried, and the picture zoomed further and further away. They saw that the corridor was connected to a silver egg-like building, and they also saw the long wooden block-like building they had seen a few days ago.
The silver egg, surrounded by long wooden blocks, was as small as a child's handball.
The atmosphere in Shenlie Village was very relaxed. They looked at the shadows in the sky and kept moving their hands: "This house is quite cute. Today, the county prince is taking us to visit the Immortal Mansion."
"I don't know where the county prince will take us."
While he was talking, Jing Changjia in the painting had already walked out of the glazed corridor. He didn't see any movement after that, he just stood there, floating down the corridor like a ghost on the stage, and stood outside the silver egg.
The chatter on the drying ground suddenly stopped.
They looked directly at the painting, and it took a long time for someone to say: "It's so big..."
When I looked down from the air for the first time, I knew it was above the clouds, but the houses were so densely packed that there seemed to be nothing surprising except for their shape. Not to mention the big boat floating in the river. Looking at the houses, they are not much bigger than the big boat.
Isn’t it appropriate for a habitable house to be larger than a boat?
They seemed to have watched a novel drama, and after a while of excitement, they put it down.
But at this time, Prince Yunzhong walked outside the silver egg, and they suddenly realized what a huge house the seemingly cute silver egg was.
Its door is made of large pieces of transparent glass, six pieces in total! At first glance, there are several people as tall as one. There are so many gods coming in and out at will, and there is no feeling of crowding.
Are the city gates in Beijing so big? Can the master in the city afford such a large glass door?
Before the questions in their hearts were answered, the picture in the sky turned a corner, and they saw the star-like sky above the dome, and the sun-like lights above the sky.
...Maybe that's the sun.
The movements in their hands gradually stopped, and people involuntarily put down their farm tools, their eyes following the figure of Prince Yunzhong all the way up.
Somewhere along the way, they suddenly heard a howl.
The sound was like thunder, but it also had some ethereal echo.
"This voice sounds familiar..." Uncle Quan muttered to himself, stroking his beard. Before he could remember, the young man beside him suddenly jumped up in shock: "Dragon! It's a dragon!"
In the painting, a small white dragon sprays thick fog from its mouth and leaps out. Its whole body exudes a warm luster like jade, and its fine scales are like pearls. After a long chant, he dived into the thick fog and swam around in a circle.
The little fairy children on the side laughed, jumped and clapped in the mist. But the little white dragon lowered his head towards their Prince Yunzhong in the midst of laughter.
They saw Prince Yunzhong calmly reaching out and touching the little white dragon's horns that had not yet grown up. Xiao Bailong happily rubbed the hand of Prince Yunzhong.
The legendary creature just appeared before his eyes. Before his brain could react, his body was already prostrate, and he bowed his head.
I didn’t know what to say at first, I just knew that the Dragon God was right in front of me and I had to pay my respects one more time.
But after a few kowtows, someone shouted: "Prince Yunzhong, please bless us with good weather this year!"
As soon as these words came out, people in the drying area suddenly kept shouting: "Next year! Next year, the weather will be smooth and there will be a lot of surplus food!"
"Your Majesty, Zhuzi's new grain crops will probably have a good harvest this year. Please give us some more new grain seeds!"
The little white dragon in the painting let out a long groan, as if in response.
They worshiped for a long time, and when they looked up again, the dragon was gone, and even the king of Yunzhong County was nowhere to be seen.
