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

Chapter 167 Everyone who promotes scientific progress deserves to be remembered
With the support of Su Jiahe, Song Yingxing leaned back in his chair and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"But Miss Su, both dynasties have passed. Why are you still worshipping the Chongzhen Emperor of the Ming Dynasty?"

"Well, it's because of our personal relationship. Emperor Chongzhen once saved my life by accident." Su Jiahe said.

"Ah? It's four hundred years later. How could you possibly have met Emperor Chongzhen?" Song Yingxing looked puzzled, but then he realized, "Could it be that Emperor Chongzhen has also visited the future?"

"Yes, a few months ago, I met Emperor Chongzhen. He had just ascended the throne then and was a 17-year-old boy. He was accompanied by Emperor Taizu of the Ming Dynasty and Emperor Xuanzong of the Ming Dynasty."

"How could three emperors, separated by a century, come together in the future? How miraculous." Song Yingxing said incredulously, "Miss Su, could you tell me how His Majesty saved you? I'm quite curious."

"At that time... I was unlucky and met bad people. Fortunately, the three emperors arrived in time." Su Jiahe didn't want to talk about the past anymore and just passed it over in a few words.

After learning the news of the final demise of the Qing Dynasty, Song Yingxing felt much better.

"Mr. Song, you don't know that there are many things in the future that you can't imagine. Let's take you out for a walk. Where do you want to go?" Wang Mang said from the side.

"I... am new here and don't know where to go. Wherever you go, I'll follow."

"How about this, we choose a place randomly this time. In today's words, it's a spontaneous trip." Wang Mang suggested to Su Jiahe.

"Choose a random place? That's a good idea, but how is it random?"

"This is not difficult. Prepare thirty-four slips of paper, write the name of a province on each slip, and draw one with your eyes closed." Wang Mang said as he picked up the paper and pen on the table and prepared the slips.

"Brother Wang, this is too troublesome." Su Jiahe quickly stopped Wang Mang, "I can just use my phone."

After saying that, Su Jiahe opened a certain AI software and typed [Randomly recommend a city suitable for travel] in the dialogue box.

In an instant, AI gave the answer - Changsha.

"Changsha? This city is great. I've always wanted to go there, but never had the chance. Mr. Song, is it okay to go there?"

"Is it Changsha Prefecture? It's a place with outstanding people and beautiful scenery. It's a pity that the mountains are high and the roads are long, so I have never been there in my life." When Song Yingxing heard that he was going to Changsha, a hint of anticipation appeared in his eyes.

"Since Mr. Song is willing, let's go to Changsha. Jiahe, you book the tickets first, I will go and prepare it now." Wang Mang said, then returned to the room and began to pack his luggage.

After lunch, the three of them took a taxi to the airport and boarded a plane to Changsha.

Along the way, Song Yingxing kept looking at everything around him. Whether it was the modern buildings, roads, transportation or people's food, clothing and daily necessities, he was extremely surprised.

"So, four hundred years later, the human world has been turned upside down like this. It's just like the legendary fairyland. Since the time of Yanhuang, in thousands of years, the world has never undergone such a great change."

"Mr. Song, you don't know this. Most of these newfangled gadgets nowadays appeared within the past hundred years or decades. It's a pity for our ancestors who had to endure thousands of years of hardship," Wang Mang said.

Soon, the plane took off. Song Yingxing watched the ground slowly move away from him through the window until his view was blocked by thick clouds.

"I didn't expect that hundreds of years later, people's dream of flying would come true." Song Yingxing looked at the clouds outside the window, feeling as if in a dream.

"Yes, the ancients only thought that immortals could ride on clouds, but now everyone can do it." Wang Mang echoed.

“Actually, the ancients didn’t just place all their hopes on gods,” Song Yingxing said. “In the early Ming Dynasty, there was an ancestor named Tao Chengdao who tried to fly in a large kite. Unexpectedly, the gunpowder on the kite exploded, and Tao Chengdao died a martyr.” “Who was Tao Chengdao?” Wang Mang asked.

"It sounds like it should be Wan Hu," Su Jiahe said, "He is known as the 'world's first astronaut.'"

"That's right. Because of his contribution to the development of firearms, he was granted the title of Wanhu Hou by Emperor Taizu, and later generations also called him Wanhu." Song Yingxing nodded. "People in later generations finally flew into the sky, but it's a pity that he couldn't see it."

"Alas, everyone who promotes scientific progress deserves to be remembered," Wang Mang sighed.

Three hours later, the plane landed at Changsha Airport and the group got off the plane.

"Oh my god, it's still so cold in the south, so wet and cold." A gust of cold wind blew, and Wang Mang shivered.

Su Jiahe also felt that the cold in Changsha was different from that in Bohai. Although the temperature was slightly higher, the sky was overcast and the sun was not visible. The cold air, mixed with the moisture in the air, seeped into every pore of her body.

"Mr. Song, are you cold?" Su Jiahe was afraid that Song Yingxing was too old to stand such cold.

"I'm from the south too, so I'm used to it." Song Yingxing said with a smile, "Thank you for all the hard work, traveling so far to accompany me."

"It's not hard, it's not hard. Let's go to the hotel and rest."

An hour later, the three of them took a taxi to the hotel they had booked.

"Brother Wang, I have booked a suite for you and Mr. Song. You can live together so that we can take care of each other." Su Jiahe sent Wang Mang and Song Yingxing to the room.

"No problem, I will take care of Mr. Song." Wang Mang promised, patting his chest.

The hotel is right on the bank of the Xiangjiang River. As the sky gets darker and the lights come on, through the floor-to-ceiling windows in the lobby, you can see the hustle and bustle of the city and the colorful lights on both sides of the Xiangjiang River.

Song Yingxing stood in front of the window, staring in a trance.

Su Jiahe immediately turned on the central air conditioning in the room. After a while, he felt the coldness around him being gradually dispelled.

"Mr. Song, please sit down and rest for a while. We'll go out for dinner later." Su Jiahe boiled water, made hot tea and served it to Song Yingxing.

"Eating again so soon? I've seen restaurants everywhere in the future, so there should be a wide variety of food."

"There are indeed a lot of delicious food in Changsha. I chose a hot pot restaurant, which is just downstairs. Let's go downstairs now." Su Jiahe said, putting on her coat again and wrapping her scarf tightly around her neck several times.

"What store is it? Let me take a look." Wang Mang asked.

"This is it. I think it has a high rating and the decoration is nice too." Su Jiahe handed the phone to Wang Mang.

"It's those internet-famous restaurants again. Let me tell you, none of them are delicious." Wang Mang took a look and returned the phone to Su Jiahe. "I've been to Changsha before. I know where there are good restaurants. Let me take you there."

"Brother Wang, are you sure it's reliable?" Su Jiahe was a little worried.

"I may be unreliable in other things, but how can I be unreliable when it comes to eating? Last time I went to Wuwei, how was the mutton restaurant I found?" Wang Mang retorted.

"Well, that's really good. Brother Wang, please lead the way."