Which official roads need to be repaired, where to use Giant Kites and the improved Large Eagle to connect with each other, there were lines painted on the paper resembling arteries running all over the country - these were the railings of the Western steam train Chang Geng once talked about, long like dragons and snakes, which could travel thousands of miles a day.

Under the map, there was another drawing of the design of the steam train, accompanied by the professional annotations of Master Feng Han, with the calculation of transportation capacity along with funding and rations written by Du Wan Quan beside it.

In addition, the thick sea grain paper also had an explanation of the reformed official system in Great Liang's future, where the ‘Grand Council’ and ‘Canal Office’ will have been achieved, but it also included many positions Gu Yun had never heard of before, hierarchical, highly efficient.

There were plenty of examples as such —

If Gu Yun were to see these things five years ago, he might have thought it was the imagination of a common folk storyteller. Now, although many things had not yet been completed, it was all as vivid as reality, whether it had been achieved or had yet to be, it was no longer a fantasy.

Under these drawings that resembled a fantasy, there was also a painting, the strokes were not exquisite, it could be seen that the painter was not good at this subject, but the artistic conception was straightforward. With a few strokes, it outlined a child playing with firecrackers on the roadside, and behind him there was a fruit tree, no one knew what had grown, but there were large bunches of bright colors in the branches. There was no telling if they were flowers or fruit — and in the distance, mountains and rivers layered on the edge, it appeared both joyful and peaceful.

There was neither an inscription nor a poem on the painting, only the words ‘heaven and earth at peace’ were written, resembling a note.

Infinite rivers and mountains, all were gathered in a stroke of ink.

Gu Yun's heart was very hot, he unconsciously reached out his hand and lightly held it against his chest. Only then did he find that he had been holding his breath without knowing, and he could not help but laugh silently while pressing his hand to his forehead. Xiao Chang Geng, who would act spoiled, was pitiful and endearing — but Yan Wang, who sketched and designed the nation, was the one that moved his heart.