Why is the year of the year? Because Yunyao does small things. If the year of the year is not, she will not want merit, let alone feel it.

Times have changed. When the human race first appeared as a tool, the way of heaven would naturally not be stingy. Any invention that could make the car run better can be exchanged for the merits brought by the way of heaven. As the car runs more and more intact and smoother, the way of heaven has become stingy. Later generations can get less and less merits that can be obtained by inventing and creating things, and they must be accumulated and paid in one go.

The fact that Yun Yao’s merits has shown that she has indeed done a lot of things this year, but she has made very little contribution to the continuation of the human race. It cannot make the car run faster and better, so she can only get a little merit.

Although there are very few, there is still a huge difference between having merit and not having merit. The biggest difference is the "Merit Order" slowly emerging from Yun Yao's hands.

The time traveler was surprised to find that a dark and cold token appeared out of thin air in the palm of his right hand. The front carved with an ancient oracle bone inscription was for the "Merit Order".

There are twelve other words engraved on the back of the sun pattern: Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, the homeland of the human race, and the orders are entered.

Yunyao found that the others were kneeling down and bowing their heads, but she didn't find that there was too much in her hands. She thought it was too weird. Who gave it to her?

The way of heaven, or the three emperors and five emperors?

During the entire sacrifice, Yun Yao was absent-minded because she felt very strange and didn't understand why she gave her things without supporting instructions, which made people wonder.

The people of the fief waited until the sacrifice was completed and brought out the prepared food and put it in the fief open space and started a dinner. After working hard for a year, all the accumulated good things were put on the Laba Festival, which tasted like the New Year.

As the lord, Ms. Zhu also had to assign barbecue to her retainers, which was equivalent to rewarding her merits. Whoever made great contributions to the fief would eat delicious parts. Whether it was the princes or the nobles, they were all meat-sharing people, but there was more and less meat they could be divided.

Yunyao divided a sheep, and made soup with the remaining bones and added salt to the savages.

After the distribution, everyone was very happy. Because there was little salt and it was difficult to meet everyone's needs. It was already satisfying that the savages could drink a bowl of delicious lamb bone soup during Laba Festival.

Yunyao added enough salt and was terrible, so everyone was very happy to eat.

After dinner, we chatted with everyone for a while. Yunyao first returned to the cottage. The master and his wife stayed in the fief and chatted with everyone about what to do next year. The master and his wife discussed raising silkworms together.

Yunyao really wanted to ask his master for a clear question, so he was not in the mood to stay.

Hongsang still sat in the south facing house to understand, while Mowu sat quietly in the east house. Compared with the festive atmosphere of laughter and joy in the fief, the quiet atmosphere in the thatched cottage was more in line with the chill of the deep winter.

"Master, look." Yunyao put the merit order in front of Hongsang: "It was time to reduce the merit just now, and it suddenly appeared in my hands."

Hongsang glanced at it and said, "This is a merit order. Even Tushan has only a few records. There are very few people who can get the merit order. I didn't expect you to be lucky."

"What's the use?"

"Didn't it be written above? The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, the homeland of the human race, enter with orders."

Of course, Yunyao knew the words, so she had other questions: "How to hold the order to enter, what is the hometown of the human race? I don't understand."

"I don't know this. Tushan has very few records about the merit order. I only know that this thing started to appear after Dayu's son inherited the throne. Dayu definitely did not have it before. As for how to use it, because there are few records, I don't know." Tushan did not record everything.

"Where is the homeland of the human race? Is it where Nuwa created humans?" Yun Yao guessed with imagination.

Hongsang shook his head: "I don't know. I'm not a human race, and Tushan has never recorded any homeland of human race. But I don't think it was the place where Nuwa created humans. The significance of that place to human race is far less than that to Nuwa, so that land should be kept by Nuwa. The so-called homeland of human race is mostly related to the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors. You can tell if you use a token to go in and take a look?"

"Master said it really makes sense." Yun Yao smiled bitterly. The problem now is that she doesn't know how to use this thing at all. She can only try it. This thing is probably idealistic and should be moved by the will.

So Yunyao grabbed the token and wanted to activate it.

An energy emerged from the token and dragged Yunyao into the token, as if it was flooded. When Yunyao opened her eyes again, there was only a wasteland with weeds and lush trees in front of her. It was nothing special. It felt like the wilderness that could be seen everywhere, and those lands that had not been opened were almost like this.

This is the homeland of the human race? Yunyao looked up and found that there was nothing strange. There was no royal palace or fortress. It was really a wasteland, and even fields were not considered a land.

But that's right. The human race did not know how to farm at the beginning, and it was only after a long time that we slowly figured out. If this land was the first place for the human race to live, it should be like this. When the human race first appeared, it would definitely be like a monkey, lying in the grass basking in the sun, and when you are hungry, you will pick some food from your side.

"Is anyone?" Yunyao shouted, and only heard echoes. After shouting, he felt hot and hot: "It's so hot." The winter clothes on his body were a little inconsistent with the season of this land.

No one? Just as Yun Yao was thinking this way, a voice responded to her shout from far to near: "Some people, some people."

Yunyao didn't expect that he would answer. He quickly followed the sound and saw an old man with a stick jumping out of the weeds, and he was not taller than the weeds.

Yunyao said that since he can run or jump, why do he have to hold a crutch in his hand? Is it a character? This is too strange.

The short and fat old man with white hair and bright silk robe and peach wood crutch jumped in front of Yunyao. Yunyao, who was less than twelve years old, was very short, with a pair of squinting eyes on his wrinkled face. At this time, he was looking up and down at Yunyao: "For hundreds of years, no human race has come to this land. I am the land god of this land, Tugui. What is your name?"

"Yunyao." Yunyao said: "Is this the homeland of the human race?"

"That's right, this is the homeland of the human race. It is a land specially protected by the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors in order to remember their own source. From Fuxi to Shun, they all came here to cultivate. But since the human race no longer abdicated, this land has been abandoned for two dynasties for nearly a thousand years. Now someone is here again, are you ready? Work hard and restore this land to its original lush grains. This is your glory. Take over the hoe of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors." The Land God said like a bead of beads.

Yun Yao didn't say a word, she was completely confused. The hometown of the human race was where the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors farmed? Is it true or false? Why is it so suspicious?

Can this old man believe it?

Forget it, even if you can believe it, Yunyao doesn’t have time to farm. There is still a lot of things in his fief: “I don’t have time to farm.” But it’s not just about farming, it’s no less difficult to sort out this homeland than to open up land.
Chapter completed!