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

Chapter 176 He is not a reliable emperor
Wang Mang's hair and beard were unkempt, his cloth clothes were worn in several places, and he looked darker and thinner. He looked at Su Jiahe with the expression of a disaster victim looking at relief food.

"Brother Wang, I haven't seen you for a while. Why are you like this?" Su Jiahe asked in surprise.

"How long have you been gone? Why did it take you a month to come back?" Wang Mang looked at Su Jiahe aggrievedly.

"Oh, I forgot. Time flies here. I'll try to be faster next time." Su Jiahe felt a little embarrassed.

"Okay, stop talking. What did you bring back? Show me now. I'm going to starve for the next month."

"Brother Wang, didn't you say you wanted to return to nature?" Su Jiahe couldn't help but joked as she looked at Wang Mang's anxious look.

"Don't mention it. I really admire the ancients. How did they survive such a life?"

"Then why don't you go back and get some things yourself? You're still waiting here for me for a month."

"I thought about it, but I calculated that a few minutes back home would take several days here. What if Mr. Song suddenly moves away and can't contact me? There are no cell phones here."

"Okay, it seems you are determined to follow Mr. Song." Su Jiahe said, taking out some food from the storage ring, including roast chicken, ham, pastries and other instant foods.

"I finally see you!" Wang Mang was very excited looking at the various foods. He was about to reach out and grab a piece of ham, but suddenly retracted his hand.

"We can't eat by ourselves. I'll go get Mr. Song."

Song Yingxing was still absorbed in reading and writing, and Wang Mang called out to him several times before he finally responded. Several people set up a small table in the room and placed various foods on it.

"Sir, where did you get this dish?" The attendant smelled the aroma and was already drooling.

"Let's eat together." Wang Mang quickly called his entourage.

"Ah, such delicious food, can I eat with you?" The attendant was a little hesitant to step forward due to his status.

"Old Zhao, you've been living in seclusion here with me, it's really hard. Let's eat together."

Only after obtaining Song Yingxing's permission did the entourage sit at the table.

"I didn't expect that I would have the chance to taste such delicious food." Song Yingxing said while gnawing on chicken wings.

"Just tell me if you need anything in the future. I can get it anytime." Su Jiahe looked at Wang Mang's wolfing down of food and guessed that he must have had a hard time this month, so she silently picked up a lot of dishes for him.

"Jiahe, if I had known that you could bring things back and forth, Mr. Song wouldn't have to be so busy taking notes. You can bring any book you want to read anyway." Wang Mang's mouth was full and he spoke in a mumbling voice.

"That's not the case. Only by memorizing it yourself can it enter your brain," said Song Yingxing.

After finishing his meal, Wang Mang was so full that he lay on the bed unable to get up, patting his stomach in satisfaction.

"I've been here for over a month, and I finally have a full meal."

"Brother Wang, haven't you been living this kind of pastoral life since you were a child? How come you can't stand it?" Su Jiahe asked puzzledly.

“When I was a kid, the conditions weren’t this tough.”

"We are still a good family. The world is not peaceful, and many common people are suffering." Song Yingxing sighed.

"Fortunately, our research has made some progress and we will be able to save more people soon." Wang Mang patted his stomach again.

"What are you researching?" Su Jiahe was very curious.

"Come here, I'll show you."

Wang Mang rolled over, got out of bed, and led Su Jiahe to Song Yingxing's room. There were many bottles and jars on the floor and table. "What are these?" Su Jiahe looked into one of the jars and was immediately hit by a musty smell.

"The orange peels in here are infected with Penicillium mold and are used to extract penicillin," Wang Mang said.

"In this bottle is the refined salt we extract from the coarse salt."

"And this little bottle contains menthol extract. Smell it."

When Su Jiahe opened the bottle, she felt a cool smell rushing into her brain.

"What is this for?"

"This is the main ingredient of Fengyoujing. It can repel mosquitoes. Many diseases are spread by mosquitoes."

Looking at the room full of achievements of Song Yingxing and Wang Mang, Su Jiahe expressed deep admiration.

"In such a difficult environment, you can persist in doing research."

"Actually, most of it was done by Mr. Song, and I was just helping him. You have to say, Mr. Song is really smart and can master various techniques at a glance." Wang Mang said.

"These are just small things. There is one most important thing that I still have no idea about." Song Yingxing frowned slightly as he looked at a thick book.

"Mr. Song, what are you looking at?"

Su Jiahe leaned over and saw that the page Song Yingxing was reading had the words "Method of preparing earthen gunpowder" written on it.

"Jiahe, Mr. Song is secretly researching thermal weapons, so don't tell anyone." Wang Mang whispered in Su Jiahe's ear.

"Ok, I know."

With enough food, Su Jiahe lived quite well for the next few days. Furthermore, Su Jiahe had received a modern education, so he could sometimes provide some assistance to Song Yingxing's research, finding his own value. In his free time, he would sit outside with everyone to enjoy the cool air.

"I found that summers in ancient times were much cooler, and we could survive without air conditioning." Su Jiahe leaned against a big tree, looked up at the round bright moon, and heard the chirping of cicadas in his ears.

"The late Ming Dynasty was in a Little Ice Age, and the temperature was a little lower, but it also led to a decrease in grain production and intensified social contradictions," said Wang Mang, waving a palm-leaf fan.

"Brother Wang is right. The weather has been getting colder over the years. It's okay in the summer, but when winter comes, many people don't know how to survive." There was a trace of compassion in Song Yingxing's eyes.

"Mr. Song, don't worry. With our efforts, many problems can be easily solved." Wang Mang patted Song Yingxing's shoulder. "I just don't know what your plans are for the future. Are you going to live in seclusion here and be a tech geek for the rest of your life?"

"Tech geek?"

"He devoted himself to the study of science and technology, wrote books and biographies, and never served in office again," Wang Mang explained.

"When the Ming Dynasty fell, I did think so, but now I have the two of you to help me, so I plan to go to Yingtian and seek refuge with Prince Fu in the future."

"To surrender to Prince Fu?" Wang Mang was shocked.

"Yes, Prince Fu has ascended the throne in Yingtian and changed the reign to Hongguang. We have developed so many weapons, maybe we can resist the Qing army and restore the Ming Dynasty." Song Yingxing said.

"No, Mr. Song, I understand your patriotic feelings, but I suggest that you don't go to Prince Fu." Wang Mang hurriedly dissuaded him.

"Why?" Song Yingxing was very puzzled.

"Brother Wang, when you went to the afterlife, were you only focused on learning technology and not reading history books? Although Prince Fu proclaimed himself emperor under the banner of the Ming Dynasty, he was not a reliable emperor. He indulged in beautiful women in Jiangnan and exploited the people. When the Qing army attacked, many of his men surrendered."