Being a tour guide for historical celebrities, the motherland is amazed again

Chapter 166 What? The Qing Dynasty is still destroyed?

"That's great. There haven't been any new people here for a long time. I'm feeling bored." Wang Mang said happily.

"But what about Yingying?"

Yingying had finished eating the orange and Aunt Yang was taking her to the bathroom to wash her hands.

"We can only let them go back to the welfare home first, but it's only seven days, it will pass quickly."

After seeing off Yingying and Aunt Yang, at ten o'clock the next morning, Su Jiahe and Wang Mang stood in the yard, waiting for new tourists.

"Jiahe, which dynasty do you think these tourists are from?" Wang Mang asked.

"I don't know, it's random every time."

"Alas, I hope there won't be another enemy this time."

"Brother Wang, besides Liu Xiu, did you have any other enemies in ancient times?"

"Don't mention it, there are too many."

Su Jiahe was not surprised by Wang Mang's answer. After all, a usurper would definitely have many opponents.

Let's pray that this time the tourists don't come from the late Western Han Dynasty. Even if they do, they must not have any contact with Wang Mang.

"Jiahe, why don't I just hide and you receive the tourists yourself." Wang Mang still felt a little guilty.

But just as Su Jiahe was about to ask Wang Mang to hide, the system prompt sounded.

【ding dong】

The 21st tourist has arrived.

In a blink of an eye, a thin figure appeared at the gate of the yard.

"Oh my god, the tourists are coming so soon?"

Wang Mang looked at the figure and saw that it was an old man with gray hair, and his clothes looked like the style of the Ming Dynasty.

"Fortunately, this person should have no grudge against me." Wang Mang breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly stepped forward to greet him enthusiastically.

"Hello, brother. I know you must be wondering why you are here. Don't be afraid. Come inside and sit down while I explain."

The old man looked at Wang Mang and Su Jiahe with curiosity, without showing any panic or fear, and calmly followed the two into the villa. However, as soon as the old man entered the living room, he was shocked by the facilities in the room and could not move.

"Gentlemen, may I ask where this place is? Is it the Immortal Palace?"

"No, no, we are all mortals." Su Jiahe said, and quickly asked the old man to sit down, and served him hot tea and fruits such as cherries, cream strawberries, and imported oranges.

Looking at the colorful, fresh and plump fruits, the old man's eyes also revealed a hint of surprise.

"Such a fairy product, but is it grown on a fairy tree?"

"Brother, can I ask you first, what year did you come from?" Wang Mang sat down next to the old man and patted his shoulder.

"Which year did you come from? What do you mean?" The old man frowned slightly.

"Brother Wang, if you ask him questions like this, he won't understand. He doesn't even know he's traveled through time." Su Jiahe reminded Wang Mang quietly, then asked the old man, "Old sir, could you tell me your name and the year you were born?"

"Oh, my surname is Song, my name is Yingxing, and I was born in the 15th year of Wanli." The old man stood up and bowed.

"Are you Song Yingxing?" Su Jiahe and Wang Mang exclaimed in unison. Wang Mang also jumped up from the sofa, looking at the old man with admiration and disbelief.

"What? You two recognize me?" Song Yingxing was shocked by their reactions.

"You are the great scientist who wrote 'Tiangong Kaiwu'! It's a pleasure to meet you!" Wang Mang excitedly shook Song Yingxing's hand. "Oh? So my humble work is so famous. I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed," Song Yingxing said modestly.

"It's more than just famous; it's still circulating after four hundred years."

"Four hundred years? This book was first published seven years ago?" Song Yingxing looked puzzled.

"Mr. Song, I was too anxious and didn't say please. Actually, you are now..." Wang Mang took Song Yingxing's hand and told him the whole story in one breath.

After hearing this, Song Yingxing stood there in shock for a moment before he spoke doubtfully, "Are you saying this is four hundred years from now?"

"Yes, you will stay in the afterlife for seven days. During these seven days, I will take you on a tour and show you what the afterlife looks like." Su Jiahe said.

Song Yingxing was silent for a while and finally accepted the fact that he had traveled through time.

"I never thought that an old man like me, in my twilight years, could have such an adventure." Song Yingxing said with a wry smile, "To be honest, when I first came here, I thought I was dead and my soul had come to the Heavenly Palace."

"Pooh, pooh, pooh, Mr. Song, don't say such unlucky words. I think you are still quite strong." Wang Mang said hurriedly.

"Alas, what's the use of me being tough? I'm still a citizen of a fallen country. I only hate that I'm just a scholar, unable to kill the enemy and serve my country, and can only live in disgrace." Song Yingxing said, wiping his tears with his torn sleeves.

"Ah? In your case, the Ming Dynasty has already fallen?" Wang Mang asked in surprise.

"Mr. Wang just asked me what year I was from. It was April of the seventeenth year of Chongzhen's reign. I heard that the Jianzhou Jurchens had breached Shanhaiguan and occupied the capital."

Su Jiahe looked at the elderly Song Yingxing and felt distressed. She wanted to comfort him, but any words were pale and powerless at this moment.

"Mr. Song, are you safe now?"

"I resigned from my official position at the beginning of the year and am now in my hometown Fengxin. I guess I have escaped a disaster." Song Yingxing sighed.

"Well, it's good that you are alive. Mr. Song, now that you have come to the afterlife, don't think about those unpleasant things for the time being. I see that you are very curious about our house, so let me take you to visit it." Wang Mang quickly changed the subject.

"Okay, thank you both for your help." Song Yingxing saluted.

"No, no, no. People nowadays don't have so many etiquettes. Besides, you are the ancestor. You don't have to be polite with us. Just be casual." Wang Mang hurriedly helped Song Yingxing up, and he and Su Jiahe took him to visit the villa.

"This is our residence, it has two floors. This is the study, this is the balcony, this is the kitchen..." Su Jiahe introduced every room in the villa to Song Yingxing.

Song Yingxing knocked on the snow-white wall curiously, then bent down and touched the marble tiles.

"Miss Su, what kind of bricks and tiles are used to build this house? It's so strong! Even a wealthy family couldn't build such a spacious house."

"Today's houses are all made of reinforced concrete, which is very strong and of course much more spacious than before," Wang Mang explained.

"Oh, no wonder." Although Song Yingxing didn't know what reinforced concrete was, he could guess that the building materials used by modern people must be very different from before.

Finally, Su Jiahe took Song Yingxing to visit his bedroom. As soon as he entered, Song Yingxing saw the Chongzhen tablet standing on the table.

"Miss Su, you actually still have a memorial tablet for the Ming Dynasty emperor?" Song Yingxing's vision blurred instantly, and he knelt down in front of the tablet with a thud.

"Mr. Song, please get up." Su Jiahe was caught off guard by the sudden turn of events and quickly helped Song Yingxing up with Wang Mang.

Song Yingxing sat in the chair for a long time before wiping away her tears and calming herself down.

"Miss Su, you must be careful not to let outsiders know about your ancestral tablet."

"Hey, it doesn't matter if outsiders know. The Qing Dynasty is long gone, what right does it have to control us?" Wang Mang couldn't help but chuckle.

"What? The Qing Dynasty has also fallen?" Song Yingxing was immediately shocked.

“They died more than a hundred years ago,” Su Jiahe said.

"Heaven's justice is clear. The once invincible Qing Dynasty still perished."