Taishan Town.
This was a small town that had gradually been built up in the ten thousand years since the First Emperor performed the sacred rites on Taishan.
"Ah Shui, you're here?"
The young man toiling in the fields had worked up a sweat on his brow. He wiped it away and spoke with a simple, honest smile.
"Mhm!" Ao Xianzhi, dressed as a village girl, lowered her head shyly. "Ah Liang, you're amazing. You've already tilled all three acres..."
"It's nothing, it's nothing." Zhang Liang chuckled happily, setting down his hoe and saying with straightforward honesty:
"I was born strong, you know that. This is nothing for me..."
As he spoke, he suddenly became a little flustered. He had lived three lifetimes, with memories spanning more than a hundred thousand years,
but when it came to matters of the heart, Zhang Liang was still a blank slate...
After a moment's hesitation, he said:
