During the Qin Dynasty, due to poor ancient transportation, easily perishable fruits often struggled to leave their places of origin. The people of the Qin era could not enjoy various fruits anytime and anywhere like modern people do.
Moreover, common fruits in modern daily life, such as watermelons, grapes, pomegranates, and pineapples, had not yet been introduced back then. The people of the Qin Dynasty simply could not eat them.
At this moment, the sound of the system rang in Ying Qingye’s mind.
“Host, this system has them!”
“As long as you agree to honestly complete the missions issued by the system, the system will immediately reward you with an endless supply of fruits.”
“How about it?”
“Not interested at all!”
“Isn’t it just that you don’t have any?”
“Can’t I just not eat them? You want to make this young master your puppet?”
“In your dreams!”
Ying Qingye refused without even thinking. He was a person with pursuits and ideals. How could he possibly be manipulated by a system like the protagonists in those novels?
“Host, don’t you want to eat a sweet and juicy watermelon?”
“I don’t!”
“Don’t you want a sweet and sour pineapple?”
“I don’t!”
“Don’t you want to eat some cherries?”
“I don’t!”
“No! You do want to!”
“No, I really don’t!”
“Host, you’re driving me absolutely crazy!”
Ying Qingye: “…”
Why is it starting to curse?
“System, are you angry from embarrassment?”
“No, I am not!”
“Oh, oh, oh! Sure you aren’t!”
“Let me tell you, there is no way I am going to follow your wishes.”
“If you have the guts, strike me down right now!”
Ying Qingye had the carefree attitude of someone who had nothing left to lose.
“You…”
[Ding!]
[Warning! Warning!]
[The system is experiencing a crash! The system is experiencing a crash!]
[The system is initiating a reboot!]
Ying Qingye: ???????
Huh?
Did the system actually get so angry it crashed itself?
“Hey, hey!”
“System, I’m warning you again!”
“Don’t you dare die inside my brain!”
[Ding]
[System rebooting…]
[1%…………18%…………..37%…………59%…………83%………………100%]
[Ding]
[System reboot successful!]
[The current version is Version 2.0, a brand-new version the host has never experienced before.]
Ying Qingye: “…”
A brand-new version, my foot!
No matter how new it is, I won’t be your puppet and let you push me around!
“Hello, Host. I am the System Elf, very glad to be at your service.”
At this moment, a little elf appeared in Ying Qingye’s mind.
“Oh? You’ve even become polite?”
“Host, we have all received professional training, adhering to the principle that the host is supreme.”
“Here to solve all difficulties for the host!”
“Is that so?”
“Then take me back to the 21st century!”
Ying Qingye blurted out directly.
“I am sorry, Host. I cannot process your request.”
“Tsk!”
“Trash system!”
Ying Qingye said without any hesitation.
“Host, please do not insult the system!”
“Tsk!”
“What’s wrong with scolding you?”
“I’m just lacking in manners, so what?”
“You can’t even take me back to modern times, so I’ll scold you all I want!”
Ying Qingye directly turned into a hoodlum, putting on a proud and untouchable front.
The system elf took a deep breath.
“Dear Host, you may make a different request!”
Ying Qingye could tell that this system elf already hated him to the core.
“Is that so?”
“Then bring me a feast of grapes and a feast of watermelons!”
[Ding]
[A portion of grapes and a portion of watermelon have been placed into the system inventory. Please check them yourself, Host.]
[Gentle Reminder: The time inside the system inventory is frozen, so the host doesn’t need to worry about the grapes and watermelon spoiling.]
Ying Qingye hurriedly opened the system inventory and found that aside from the Rejuvenation Pill, there really were a watermelon and some grapes in there.
Oh?
It actually gave them to him?
Ying Qingye rolled his eyes and thought of something.
“Give me an AK!”
[Ding]
[The AK requested by the host has been placed into the system inventory. Please check it yourself, Host.]
Seeing an assault rifle resting inside the system, Ying Qingye suddenly had a bold idea.
“Get this young master a DF-41.”
“Host, don’t push your luck!”
This time, the system elf wasn’t having it; these requests were getting increasingly outrageous.
“I’m just asking if you’ll give it to me or not?”
“Host, why don’t you fly up to the heavens?”
“Would you like me to help you ascend to immortality?”
The system elf said in an exasperated tone.
“Fine then, just take me back to the 21st century instead!”
[Ding]
[The DF-41 requested by the host has been placed into the system inventory. Please check it yourself, Host.]
What the heck?
It’s actually giving it to him?!
Seeing a DF-41 missile launcher lying right there in his inventory, complete with its transport-erector-launcher vehicle, Ying Qingye was shocked. He had just been running his mouth; he didn’t actually expect the system to provide it.
Never would he have thought that to keep him from going back, this system was willing to part with literally anything!
He was just an ordinary guy, after all—what on earth was he supposed to do with a strategic intercontinental ballistic missile?
“Young master?”
“Ah?”
Old Huang’s voice pulled Ying Qingye back to reality.
“Does the young master have any other instructions?”
“If not, I’ll head back down to work!”
“Wait!”
With that, Ying Qingye turned around and ran into a room.
Before long, he walked out holding a large watermelon.
“Take this, wash it, slice it into pieces, and bring it back here!”
He handed the watermelon over to Old Huang. Old Huang took it and felt its heavy, substantial weight.
“What is this, Young master?”
Looking at this green, heavy, spherical object in his hands, Old Huang was utterly confused.
“It’s a watermelon!”
“This is a watermelon?”
Old Huang looked at the watermelon in his hands with a puzzled expression.
“That’s right!”
“Go on!”
“Be careful not to drop it. If it smashes open, we won’t be able to eat it!”
Old Huang nodded, cradling the watermelon as he turned to leave. Not long after, he trotted back.
“Young master!”
“How come you’re back?”
Old Huang wore a troubled look on his face as he asked, “Young master, how on earth are you supposed to cut this watermelon?”
Ying Qingye sighed helplessly, though he couldn’t really blame the man—after all, this was everyone’s first time seeing a watermelon.
“Wash it clean, bring a kitchen knife, and I’ll teach you how to cut it.”
“Understood!”
Old Huang immediately turned and left.
As he walked down the corridor, the servants looked curiously at the watermelon in his hands.
“What is Steward Huang holding in his arms?”
“How come I’ve never seen that before?”
“Don’t ask about things you shouldn’t. It’s obviously the young master’s item—do you have a death wish?!”
That scared the servant into snapping their mouth shut instantly.
At the pavilion!
“Young master, what kind of thing is a watermelon?”
“Does it taste good?”
The Empress looked curiously at Ying Qingye. Not just her, but the other Saintly Envoys were looking at him with equal curiosity.
“Of course it tastes good, it’s super sweet!”
“You guys will find out in a moment!”
Ying Qingye picked up a date and popped it into his mouth.
Before long, Old Huang came back holding the watermelon, followed by a maid carrying a kitchen knife.
“Young master, the watermelon is washed!”
Old Huang placed the watermelon on the table. Ying Qingye took the kitchen knife from the maid and said, “Watch closely!”
“From now on, you all will cut it using this method of mine.”
With a single stroke, he cut the watermelon in half, and then with a swift succession of knife drops, he chopped the watermelon into neat little wedges.
Old Huang watched the entire process with rapt attention, filled with utter fascination. After all, it was his first time seeing a watermelon in his entire life!