Seventy years of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

The era of the Great Migration began.

Countless people of the Great Zhou Dynasty, on ironclad ships, went to overseas states, began to establish cities, and recuperated in other states.

These foreign continents, in this era, were vast and sparsely populated, so Fang Yuan sent people to occupy them, so that the people of the Great Zhou could blossom everywhere.

More than a dozen of Fang Yuan's princes were also sent out by him, but the crown prince Fang Ji's family was unwilling to go out and still stayed in the country.

Prince's Mansion.

Fang Ji's face was old, his spirit was aging, and he was watching the imperial doctor take his pulse at the moment.

"When people reach seventy, they have to serve the old!"

Looking at his wrinkled skin, Fang Ji's expression was slightly dazed.

He is old, but his father is still young...

'Is there a prince in this world who has been seventy years old?' Fang Ji smiled, not knowing what it was like in his heart.

"The prince is in good health, and he only needs to recuperate on weekdays." After a long time, the imperial doctor finished taking the pulse, comforted Fang Ji, and then left.

"I just need to recuperate on weekdays..."

"Hahaha!"

Fang Ji immediately burst out laughing, tears oozing slightly from the corners of his eyes.

He thought of his father, who was a little old now, but still in his prime, and he didn't stop dealing with government affairs every day...

But he actually wants to recuperate...

"Father..."

His son, Fang Li, saw Fang Ji's appearance at this moment, and he was also sad from his heart, and his expression was sad.

He was already fifty-three years old... Even if his father inherited the throne and passed it on to him, he wouldn't be able to enjoy it for a few more years...

Now, his eldest son is also thirty-three years old...

"Hey!"

Fang Ji's expression was complicated, and he let out a long sigh: "Boil... When future generations read about my history, they don't know what they will think of me..."

Speaking of this, Fang Ji immediately laughed again.

Why is all this? Could it be that his father can really live forever?

If it weren't for the fact that all the soldiers were firmly controlled by Fang Yuan, and the government and the opposition even carried out a purge from time to time, he really wanted to try the military advice.

This world originally belonged to young people...

The eightieth year of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Overseas trade has flourished, and countless people have walked out of the land and traveled overseas to try to get a piece of the pie of the times.

They were able to make a fortune by transporting a piece of porcelain from the Great Zhou to overseas, and this wealth was accumulated faster than plunder.

At the same time, countless spices, gold, silver and special products from overseas states also gathered in the Great Zhou, making the products of the Great Zhou more abundant.

After Fang Yuan's guidance, the Dazhou Science and Technology Institute began to breed from the selection of food seeds from overseas continents, and finally cultivated crops that can yield thousands of catties per mu.

Since then, there has been no shortage of food in the territory of the Great Zhou.

Moreover, due to Fang Yuan's regulation, the distribution system of the Great Zhou was not distorted, so that countless people of the Great Zhou could survive well under his rule.

At this moment, science and technology are becoming more and more developed in the Great Zhou, automobiles are gradually becoming popular, all science and technology are developing rapidly, typewriters, wired telegraphs, and various technologies are gradually taking shape.

However, due to Fang Yuan's control and various policies and laws, these technologies have never spread to other states.

In overseas states, there are only various utensils and no scientific knowledge.

Now, the Great Zhou occupies a land that is not much different from the Eurasian continent in the previous life, the land is vast and sparsely populated, and it is not yet the time for the overseas states to open up the wisdom of the people.

Prince's Mansion.

"Eighty years..."

On the bed, Prince Fangji was lying on the bed, his eyes cloudy.

"I've been a prince for eighty years..."

Fang Ji was panting, and he was about to stop saying a word, and his complexion was very bad.

Even though he is the crown prince, even though the times have developed enough science and technology, at the age of eighty, he is still on the verge of dying.

"Father!"

Fang Li knelt in front of the bed, tears in the corners of his eyes.

Now, his body is dying, his face is old, and he is not as easy as he used to be when he walks...

At his side, kneeling his son, the grandson of the crown prince, Fang Cheng.

However, at this time, Fang Cheng's face is not young, but his complexion is not bad, and it seems that he is still at the peak of Spring and Autumn.

Behind Fang Cheng, kneeling his son, Fang Yi.

Fang Ji reluctantly raised his head and looked at the people kneeling in front of the bed with cloudy eyes, and a depressed aura rose in his heart, which was difficult to dissipate.

He lived for eighty years, and he was a prince for eighty years...

In the whole world, throughout the ages, I am afraid that no one can be the crown prince longer than him...

Thinking of this, Fang Ji laughed miserably in an old voice: "Hahaha! ”

"I've endured it for eighty years, and today, I can't bear it anymore!"

Fang Ji gritted his teeth.

Fang Li and the others looked at each other for a moment, and they all shuddered, looking at Fang Ji in panic, for fear that he would say something rebellious.

Fang Ji took a deep breath, choked with a depressed breath in his heart, and did not vomit unpleasantly: "In ancient times, how can there be a prince of eighty years!" ”

He has been holding this sentence in his heart for decades, and today he finally said it!

After speaking, Fang Ji immediately laughed miserably.

He knew that he would inevitably become a laughing stock for future generations to make fun of.

Throughout the ages, there have been many dead princes, some who were killed for plotting rebellion, some who fell into the water and died, and some who were given death, but none of them died of old age...

He, set a historical record.

After laughing, Fang Ji's body suddenly froze, and all vitality dissipated.

"Father!"

Fang Li and the others immediately pounced, wailing and crying.

The prince is gone.

Palace.

Fang Yuan looked at the report in his hand and sighed slightly.

This son, after all, is still ahead of him.

At this moment, Fang Yuan's face was a little old, but he was still in his prime, full of energy.

"In order to stabilize people's hearts, it stands to reason that the prince's son Fang Li should be canonized as the grandson..."

"However, this Fang Li, who is now sixty-three years old, is estimated to be in front of me..."

Thinking of this, Fang Yuan couldn't help but hold his forehead.

"Let's just choose the youngest son and make him the crown prince..."

Fang Yuan sighed, he already had a candidate in his heart.

In the current era, even if his youngest son gets the position of crown prince and has his control, there will be no chaos in the Great Zhou.

The crown prince succeeded, the world was in great sorrow, and all entertainment activities were suspended.

People's hearts are moving.

Fang Yuan has been reigning for eighty years, and it can be said that there has never been an emperor who has reigned for such a long time in the past.

Moreover, his appearance is still young, although aging, but it does not match his age of one hundred years at all.

The whole world is talking about whether Fang Yuan is the reincarnation of an immortal.

However, these were innocuous discussions, because Fang Yuan controlled the newspaper and could guide public opinion, directly transforming everyone's thoughts into worship and admiration for him.