Pale blue knowledge

For twenty years since his soul had transmigrated, Bailuo thought this was an ordinary world, until one day, a black leather book appeared in his mind.
"Is there magic in this world?"
Facing Bailuo's question, his uncle remained unwavering as he said, "No."
"But there are miracles."
"What are miracles?"
"A sword that can release flames, a pot that can pour out gold, a beautiful girl grown from a fruit."
The uncle said, "Controlling the mist, bringing the storm, commanding the thunder."
"Magic!"
Bailuo raised his hand and pointed, "This is definitely magic!"
"No."
His uncle said, "These are truly miracles."
Years later, when Bailuo looked upon the nation he had built with his own hands, that magnificent and majestic sight, he agreed with what his uncle had said all those years ago, "This is a miracle..."

A rare magical miracle in the world

But Bailuo just wanted to eat cantaloupe!


So regardless of whether it could survive, Bailuo had Lilith plant some, which could be considered a privilege of being the king.


Fortunately, Bailuo was also sensible, so he only used up a mere acre of land.


The People of Yatun now hardly lack an acre or two.


Bailuo wanted to experiment, and dozens or even hundreds of acres would not be a problem.


In addition, Bailuo planted dozens of acres of watermelon in the fields, preparing for a feast of chilled watermelon in the summer.


Bailuo was fine, but Inya, who listened to his praises of watermelon, was so anticipative that she almost ran to the orchard every day.


All day long she bent down, eager to see how the fruits were growing and when they would bear fruit.


Bailuo really couldn't bear to tell her, 'Girl, watermelon is fine; you can eat it in the summer, but if you want apples, you'll have to wait five years.'


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