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The cold wind was howling, and the harsh winter had arrived. There were very few pedestrians in the fields and on the official roads. At this time, I basically stay at home to keep warm. It seems that it won’t be long before the New Year is coming again.

Yongping Fucheng is already in sight. There is a group of people, about twelve people, riding horses and standing on the official road. They are all breathing white air and looking at the city in the distance.

One of them, a tall man with a majestic appearance, suddenly said with emotion: "This Yongping city was burned to the ground before, but I didn't expect that it was rebuilt well now! Where did the imperial court get so much money?" "

"Master, maybe this Yongping Fucheng is just a show-off, right?" Another person next to him responded, exhaling white air.

At first, when the man heard this, he turned his head and looked over, and shouted seriously: "Remember, you have to call me Senior Brother!"

"Yes, old... senior brother!" The man was scolded and quickly replied, "Junior brother only leaked the news when he saw that there was no one around."

After hearing this, the senior brother turned his horse's head, looked at the others, and said with an extremely serious face: "This time we enter the customs, the matter is not trivial. If it can be done, and your majesty makes me a king with a different surname, I will never treat you badly. I, Fan, do what I say!”

This man was the great traitor Fan Wencheng. Under the orders of Huang Taiji, he entered the border to find businessmen who were doing business with the Qing Dynasty and to establish an intelligence network. To be on the safe side, he did not hesitate to pretend to be a monk. Of course, shaving off one's hair is a trivial matter for a person who doesn't even have ancestors, but it can surprise many people, and it can be regarded as a trick to hide one's identity.

Fan Wencheng's servants immediately responded excitedly in unison.

Fan Wencheng nodded and looked at one of them. His butler said: "It would be too ostentatious if we all ride horses. I will lead the two of them into the city to inquire about the situation. You and the rest of the people will huddle nearby and wait for news. .”

Fan Gou heard this and immediately nodded in agreement.

So Fan Wencheng took the two of them on foot to Yongping Fucheng in the distance.

In this cold winter, although the city gate is open, no one comes in or out. Under this situation, Fan Wencheng felt a little nervous. This was the first time he entered a Ming city. He strictly followed the manners learned from real monks and entered the city of Yongping.

Speaking of which, Yongping Fucheng was burned down under Huang Taiji's order two years ago when the Jianlu invaders invaded the capital. All the young and middle-aged people were taken away, leaving only the old and the weak without food. Originally, Fan Wencheng thought that even if Yongping Fucheng was rebuilt, the traces of the past would still be obvious, right?

What he didn't expect was that the feeling outside the city was not that good, but as soon as he entered the city, he couldn't help but feel a little dazed and doubted in his heart, was this Yongping City? He couldn't believe what he was seeing.

I saw only houses in the city, which looked like new houses at first glance. The walls were all painted with lime. People were coming and going on the streets. Although they were not crowded, the number of people was really surprising.

The only thing that made him feel a little normal was that the pedestrians on the street were all dressed in a more rustic style, not at all as colorful as he had imagined in the past. This must be because the emperor issued an order to plunder property in the past, so the people of Yongping City could only wear such tacky clothes, right?

Fan Wencheng thought so in his mind, he made a look to his two men, and walked towards a restaurant where there was a lot of people.

"Sir, please come inside." The waiter stepped forward to greet you enthusiastically, "What would you like to order? Our restaurant's signature dish, beggar's chicken, is a must-have. This is Hong Qigong's favorite thing. If you don't try it if you pass by, you will know. What a pity!”

Fan Wencheng's mind couldn't process it. Who was Hong Qigong? Does the food he eats mean to be delicious?

As soon as the waiter saw his expression, he understood and quickly said with a smile: "Is this guest from a small place? Hong Qigong doesn't even know about it? It's okay. Guest can go to the lobby to dine. The storyteller over there is Sir is giving a lecture on "The Legend of the Condor Heroes"!"

At this point, he stretched out his hand to signal, and at the same time said: "This "Legend of the Condor Heroes" is really good. Now I have told it for the third time, and there are still many people who are willing to listen to it. By the way, guest, This beggar chicken is absolutely delicious, do you want one?"

"Amitabha!" Fan Wencheng was wondering what "Legend of the Condor Heroes" was, and at the same time he sang "O" in a decent manner, and then said, "Monks avoid meat and fish, so please give me some vegetarian food!"

Upon hearing this, the waiter realized that these three people were wearing cotton robes worn by monks. No wonder they looked gray. It was also the imperial court's uncharacteristic emphasis that made everyone wear such ugly clothes. Otherwise, after half a year of changing, they would probably have recognized these monks.

Vegetarian food doesn't make much money, so the waiter's enthusiasm has dimmed a bit. He led them to sit in a corner of the lobby and then went to greet other guests.

While Fan Wencheng and others were waiting for their meals, they listened carefully to what the people of the Ming Dynasty were discussing.

"Brother, are you looking for a job?"

"Oh, it's hard to explain in words! Everyone knows that the Metropolitan Procuratorate is a good place. There are so many people applying to the Procuratorate. I'm just a scholar, so I can't get it!"

"..."

When Fan Wencheng heard this, he was confused again. The secretary's office of the Metropolitan Procuratorate? Isn't this Yongping Mansion? Did they just come back from the capital?

This idea came to him, and what he heard next made him even more confused.

"In fact, it's not just the people who applied for the clerk's office, the officers at the guard station also lined up in a long line, waiting for the people from the Metropolitan Procuratorate to be selected! I just came over there, and I saw some people leading He was eating dry food and refused to leave the team to have a hot meal first! "

"..."

Fan Wencheng looked confused when he heard these words, wondering in his heart: What exactly did they mean? Is there a procuratorate in Yongping Prefecture? Can officers from the guard station also go to the Metropolitan Procuratorate?

Faintly, Fan Wencheng felt that he was about to hear some very important news. He continued to sit there as expected, listening with open ears.

But at this moment, a waiter came to serve the food: "Masters, the vegetarian dishes you want to use are here!"

With such an interruption, Fan Wencheng couldn't hear what the people next to him were talking about. After finally waiting for the waiter to leave, he took his chopsticks to pick up the vegetarian food and prepared to continue to inquire about the news.

But at this moment, another waiter came up and happened to reach the table where he was talking: "Sir, the beggar chicken is here!"

So the two diners stopped talking, and one of them said: "Come on, Brother Wang, try this beggar's chicken!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard something peeling off over there, and then the aroma wafted over, causing the stomachs of Fan Wencheng and his two men to growl together.

When they were in Liaodong, although they had money, they couldn't buy good food. With the final blow of the Horqin tribe, even the Manchu people are now eating chaffy vegetables, not to mention their slaves. After traveling such a long way around Mongolia and sleeping in the open air, there was still a little bit of oil and water in my stomach. Now I could smell the fragrance of beggar's chicken, and it didn't matter whether the traitor was a versatile man or not, his stomach still reacted.

"Well, it's delicious. Not bad. This beggar's chicken really deserves its reputation!"

"Hong Qigong is really good at eating. If I had a wife like Huang Rong in my life, I would die without regrets!"

"..."

One of Fan Wencheng's men couldn't bear it any longer. He approached Fan Wencheng and asked in a low voice: "Brother, how about we order one too?"

Aren’t those people who forget their ancestors just pursue glory and wealth? If you are so miserable, what fun is there in life?

When Fan Wencheng heard this, his face darkened and he shouted in a low voice: "We are monks!"

At this time, he himself felt a little regretful. He didn't know what he was thinking at the time, but he actually chose to pretend to be a monk!

When his men heard this, they had no choice but to shrink their heads. However, seeing the vegetarian food on the table, it was better than the food in Liaodong, so after Fan Wencheng moved his chopsticks, his two men immediately moved their chopsticks as well. Smelling the aroma of beggar's chicken, they imagined themselves eating beggar's chicken. They thought like this one by one. The speed of their chopsticks was amazing. In just a blink of an eye, all the vegetables and rice were eaten, but they felt that they didn't seem to eat it at all. Just didn't eat anything.

So Fan Wencheng called the waiter and ordered vegetarian dishes again, doubling the amount.

After finally having a good meal, Fan Wencheng continued to listen to the sound when his stomach was full. However, this time, they were not discussing the strange things about the Metropolitan Procuratorate, but about something even more magical that Fan Wencheng heard.

"Has Brother Wang obtained the knowledge about the artifact?"

"It's not that easy. I heard that things are easy to do in the capital. After this winter, I have to go to the capital. Don't worry, if I get one, I will definitely bring you one."

"..."

Fan Wencheng was confused again, what kind of artifact? Is there a so-called artifact in this world? I couldn't have just listened to two lunatics chatting, otherwise, why wouldn't I be able to understand what they were saying!

However, this conclusion is obviously unlikely. At least on the surface, these two people are normal, wealthy people, and can go out to restaurants.

"But I heard a news, it seems that there is a rumor from the Ministry of Rites, saying that the imperial court intends to spread these knowledge all over the world, and when the time comes, it will start learning in children's schools. But I don't know if these knowledge will be included in the science Test."

"It's really possible. Isn't it said that these knowledges are called science and technology? The collective name of science and technology. What is science? I really can't remember that kind of awkward explanation, but if it is the study of scientific examinations, isn't it science? What?"

"Hey, when you say that, it's true. Is it possible that the emperor said this is science, but actually he just wants to add it to the scientific examination? Then in the future, it will be a required course for learning?"

"..."

Fan Wencheng was confused again. He claimed to be a man of both civil and military skills, but after hearing this today, he seemed to have come to the same conclusion. If he wasn't crazy, then he was a barbarian who didn't know anything about the outside world. The time had passed and the knowledge he had learned was completely outdated. ?

Just as he was thinking this, he heard the diners at the next table interjected after hearing the conversation between the two people.

"This one is right. I have a cousin who does some small business in the capital. He just returned to his hometown to celebrate the New Year. He said that the rumors in the capital are basically certain that this science and technology knowledge will be the imperial examination in the future. Learn. Just wait, the Emperor wants us Ming people to master the knowledge of this artifact, and we will wait to go to the moon to see it in the future!"

"Let's forget about going to the moon. Although the emperor said it can be realized, we will definitely not be able to see it. But have you ever gone to Tongzhou to see how the steam ironclad ships built there are doing?"

"Well, my uncle just passed by there when he came back. He has just started to build the shipyard. How can it be so fast!"

"..."

Fan Wencheng listened to their words and had to admit that they could not be crazy. Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence that a group of crazy people were sitting here chatting. It can be heard from their words that there has been no news from the Ming Dynasty for two or three years, and the Ming Dynasty has undergone earth-shaking changes.

He had an intuition that these things were definitely created by the young emperor, otherwise they would not have had such a big impact. Moreover, judging from the battles in the past two years, the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty is really a powerful figure. Only he can come up with so many weird things, right?

He thought so and recalled silently in his mind: It seems that Yongping has the Metropolitan Procuratorate, and there is also a recruitment office, and there are also guards officers waiting to apply for positions; there are some kind of children's schools, I don't know this Which level is it? Judging from the name, it must be the Tongsheng level, right? So what is the artifact, and what kind of knowledge is technology? Can we still go to the moon? What other "infuriating iron armored ship"...

There are so many things that I cannot understand. I feel like I am really a monk in the mountains. One day in the mountains, one year in the outside world, and the years have changed, and I have been eliminated by this era!

Just for a moment, Fan Wencheng came to his senses and heard that these diners were chasing the man who came back from the capital and asked about things about the capital.

"My uncle has seen a steam engine with his own eyes. Don't tell me, the size alone is domineering. It's a good thing at first sight!"

"Eating coal will make you powerful, tireless, and able to work day and night?"

"Of course, there are many different types of steam engines, and my uncle visited two. I heard that the emperor was still dissatisfied with the research on this steam engine by the Military War Bureau. Not only did he issue a reward, but he also stayed in the military camp himself. On the other side of the battle, do you want them to continue to improve this steam engine?"

"..."

Fan Wencheng felt that he couldn't listen anymore, because he couldn't understand what they were talking about. If you continue to listen like this, people will become stupid. A kind of angry chicken that eats coal. Is there such a chicken? The beggar chicken is easy to understand, but the behemoth Zhenqi chicken is really unimaginable?

His two men were actually listening, and they were also confused. When Fan Wencheng led them out, they couldn't help but ask Fan Wencheng: "Brother, are we... are we dreaming?"

Fortunately, they don't know the word time travel, otherwise their thoughts at this time would definitely be that they have traveled through time!