My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 466 - 302 Immortalized_2

Chapter 466: Chapter 302 Immortalized_2

Selfless people tend to consider more, as they know if they pour too much, the water will quickly overflow, and then, in the end, everyone can only fail together...

In some ways, they maintain a relationship that is both cooperative and competitive.

Life is mundane, whether short or long, yet it’s hard to predict prosperity and decline, gains and losses...

Gains and losses are indeed hard to measure...

Meng Lang frowned slightly.

Although this contradiction wasn’t prominent at the moment, since the impact on him was still limited, that was because his brain was still coping, and there wasn’t yet a need to worry about resource allocation.

But if in the future he really couldn’t hold on anymore...

Either stop reading and let fate take over, reduce the frequency of reading, or... persuade his brothers to "die sooner to extend his own ’lifespan’?"

This last bad idea, if not handled well, might just provoke a rebellion among the brothers...

A zero-sum game truly tests internal unity; resource allocation can easily trigger internal conflicts.

Relatively speaking, the second option was still most reliable.

For now, if reading on odd days and resting on even days doesn’t work out...

Then they would have to draw lots...

Maybe only open up the book and celebrate a bit on the first and fifteenth of each month and during festivals?

Alas! Wanting to hang a beam and pierce my thighs to read a book quietly every day, why is it so difficult...

Meng Lang shook his head, temporarily setting aside this troubling issue, and turned directly to the last part of the book...

"Lotus Clearing Plague Recipe"!

"Rejuvenation Nine Needle Skill"!

One was an antiviral herbal formula, listing dozens of Chinese medicinal materials and their corresponding proportions.

The other was a technique of acupuncture, illustrating a complex human meridian map and intricate needle techniques.

The author’s name was signed as "Lin Xiaoyu".

"This efficiency... is really something!"

Meng Lang chuckled, expressing the same emotion as Lin Haitang.

Looking at the human meridian chart of the "Rejuvenation Nine Needle Skill," Meng Lang slowly closed his eyes.

When he opened them again, his eyes were as calm as an ancient well...

...

Two hours later.

At the Qin Shi Huang’s Mausoleum, North foot of Lishan, Anxi City, in the Terracotta Army Museum.

"Everyone says that you haven’t really been to Egypt if you haven’t seen the pyramids, and you haven’t really been to Anxi if you haven’t seen the Terracotta Army...

Now, we are facing Pit Number One of the Terracotta Army Museum, in which lies what is called ’the eighth wonder of the world’—the Terracotta Army.

It is estimated that when the excavation of just Pit Number One is complete, it will yield over 6,000 Terracotta figures..."

"Wow! That’s impressive!" Xiao Yu stared with wide eyes, looking at the majestic, orderly grand army array in awe.

Meng Lang and others also kept praising.

It was hard to imagine how the ancients managed to construct such a vast underground palace and army figures with the limited productivity available over two thousand years ago.

Time may change seas to mulberry fields, but it always leaves the footsteps of pioneers.

Beneath this imperial mausoleum of the First Emperor, more than two thousand years of Terracotta Army have gathered; on the surface, the Qin Dynasty has come to an end.

Yet, beneath the earth, time extends itself through the tunnels of the pits, and here, the empire has no end...

In the museum’s glass cases, there are 37,400 pieces of Qin bamboo slips that record the life of the Qin people before the empire.

Clerks and commoners preserved in these writings, readable, understandable, imaginable; between these bamboo slips, one can see those lives and times once illuminated by the moon of the Qin era...

This is the charm of history.

The group wandered for more than an hour and came to a rest area for visitors.

"There’s grilled sausage! I’ll buy a couple!" Yan Weiwei moved towards the scent.

Meng Lang saw a vendor selling ice cream and took out a scoop from the freezer.

"Xiao Yu, here!"

"Thank you, Uncle!"

Xiao Yu took the ice cream and joyfully took a bite, oblivious to the traces it left around her mouth.

"You look like a little tiger cat." Meng Lang laughed and pulled out a tissue to wipe her face.

Suddenly, feeling something odd behind him, he turned his head and saw that Lin Haitang had just shifted her gaze away, her face slightly flustered.

Meng Lang: "..."

Taking out two more ice creams, he handed one to Lin Haitang and asked in a low voice with a smile.

"Hey! You aren’t jealous of Xiao Yu, are you?"

Lin Haitang froze for a moment, incredulous as she looked at Meng Lang.

Could this guy read minds?

"How... how could that be!" Lin Haitang turned her head away.

"Hehe!" Meng Lang didn’t mind and was about to go and scan to pay when Lin Haitang also stretched her phone towards him.

"I’ll pay for mine and Xiao Yu’s. When out having fun, let’s just go Dutch."

Her demeanor was as though pushing someone miles away.

Seeing the strange looks from the vendor opposite, Meng Lang somewhat helplessly twitched the corner of his mouth.

Is this your final show of persistence?

Women...

"Master! Master, what’s wrong with you?"

Just then, a somewhat anxious voice suddenly came from not far away.

The group immediately looked in the direction of the sound, seeing a crowd of tourists gathered as if something had happened.

"What’s going on?"

"Seems like someone has fainted."

"Quick, call 120!"

With two sausages in hand, having just returned, Yan Weiwei also noticed the commotion not far away, her expression puzzled.

"Eh? Why does that voice sound slightly familiar?"

And of course, it’s someone familiar! Weren’t they battling life and death just yesterday?

Meng Lang sighed resignedly.

This world really is a bit too small...

"Let’s go check it out," Yan Weiwei said, moving towards the crowd.

As everyone approached and saw the two figures amidst the crowd, everyone except Meng Lang showed surprise on their faces.

"Li Lei!?"