Shi Wen just wants to dig giant sweet potatoes, dry wild vegetables, and lie down to make a salted fish in the beast world.
As for the reason for the time travel, he said: No matter what the reason is, just make peace with it as it comes.
But the beautiful slave who was rescued by chance accused his predecessor of being the culprit of the genocide.
He sneered and retorted that Chinese people would never behave like villains, but the other party looked stern and shouted hoarsely: "If it weren't for him, how could our tribe be exterminated? Why would my tribe be scattered!"
As the slaves made accusations, the deeds of their predecessors came to light one by one.
Those inconsistent fragments that he had deliberately ignored were being pieced together crazily by this evil wind at this moment——
Giant sweet potatoes that looked like pumpkins, chestnuts that were bigger than goose eggs, sunflowers that looked like dustpans, and watermelons that tasted comparable to modern ones... This was outrageous and went against the normal laws of breeding.
Another time traveler? Agricultural expert? Biomaniac?
Isn't he a lucky guy randomly thrown by fate? What was the "fate" that seemed to lead him to this place?
The slave was still blaming the behavior of his predecessors sonorously, but Shi Wen stared at the "predecessors' legacy" all over the mountain, and suddenly realized that he might not have traveled through another world.
The sun was shining brightly, shining on the giant sweet potato field left by the "predecessor". Every leaf was ridiculously big and the green was gloomy and weird.
He remembered everything and protected his people, but it was too late, too late.
How should he explain his identity now? How can he explain his identity?
What else could he do?
Purpose: Through a fantasy framework, it profoundly criticizes the disasters caused by civilizational interference and breaks the arrogant illusion of travelers.