C909 Long Live the King of Qin

It was cold in October.

The entire Chang'ann City was boiling. A piece of news suddenly came from the streets and alleys. The Duke of Qin was protected by the heavens. He had received a divine object from the heavens. After being cultivated, he had planted it on a large scale. He was about to harvest it soon. The yield of an acre could reach five to six thousand kilograms