The Song Dynasty was weak, the mountains and rivers were shattered by the Jin Ge, and the iron cavalry trampled the palace gates; the Qing Dynasty rode like locusts, and the Mongolian scimitar reflected the cold moon. Natural disasters and man-made disasters are constant, droughts and scourges roam across the red land for thousands of miles, floods swallow up thousands of hectares of fertile land, diseases wander around the world like ghosts, corpses spread across thousands of miles, and people change their sons to eat. Salt and iron are more valuable than gold, and a bowl of brown rice can change a life. The refugees are struggling in the smoke and famine like weeds, and despair is thicker than the night.
Lin Yi entered this purgatory, and when he woke up he saw boiling water - he was actually a "two-legged sheep" waiting to be cooked. Fortunately, the distressed female general rescued them desperately, and the two escaped with blood. In the thin line between life and death, he is bound to the "Pinduoduo Fission System". This system is extremely mysterious: for every person you recruit as a believer, your daily shopping limit will increase by ten yuan. The credit is stacked up day by day, and you can buy cold medicine for 99 yuan and stab-proof clothing for 199 yuan, and a drone for 899 yuan to Wuling Hongguang. Lin Yi used medical alcohol and instant noodles as "immortal products" and claimed to be the descendant of the great sage Zhang Jiao. He tricked a seriously injured female general and accepted his first disciple. The most indispensable thing in troubled times is the homeless people who kneel in the dust and wait to die. When he opens his pocket, he sucks water like a whale, and his followers fission like a snowball, and his daily quota increases.
So, he exchanged small commodities for iron tools, food and grass, used drones to overlook enemy camps, drove an off-road vehicle to make surprise attacks hundreds of miles away, and raised a strong and tenacious "Pinduoduo Army". After defeating several cities in succession, the golden tent was defeated and the Qing cavalry was driven to flee south. In the past, the dead souls were killed by the sword, but now the hero of the tent is under control. The camp smoke was curling up, and the people bowed and worshiped. The cold female general next to him stared at him for a long time, and finally asked in a low voice the question that was lingering in his mind: "Are you an immortal?"
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