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

Chapter 180 We will definitely prevent the Yangzhou Massacre from happening again next year.

"So you came to Suzhou to look for him. How did you know he was in Suzhou?"

"I've read history, and I'm very familiar with the history of the Southern Ming Dynasty. No more talking, I'll have a good chat with him."

Wang Mang and Feng Menglong had a very pleasant conversation until the sun set, when Feng Menglong reluctantly said goodbye to Wang Mang.

"Brother Wang, what are you talking about?" Su Jiahe asked curiously.

Wang Mang said nothing. He dipped his hand in tea, wrote the words "Anti-Qing" on the table, and then wiped it off.

"You want to fight together with Feng Menglong..." In Su Jiahe's impression, Feng Menglong was just a literati who wrote novels. He was a little surprised when he heard that Wang Mang wanted to join forces with him to fight against the Qing Dynasty.

"Don't you know that in history, Feng Menglong was also a hero who fought against the Qing Dynasty and died heroically in the end?" Wang Mang said in a low voice.

"I wanted to find him because, firstly, he's quite famous and might be able to attract more people, and secondly, he's quite forward-thinking and more receptive to our innovations."

"Well, the 'Three Words' written by Feng Menglong is indeed quite advanced." Su Jiahe said in agreement.

"Jiahe, I have one more thing to trouble you with," Wang Mang continued. "I plan to stay in Suzhou for another month and will return to Yingtian to meet up with Mr. Song at the end of the year. Could you please go back and bring back some supplies? As our team grows in number, I'm worried that everyone will be short of food and clothing."

"Okay, time is a bit tight, I'll go right away."

After Su Jiahe finished speaking, she went back into the modern villa.

"Sister Su, you are back again. What do you need this time?" He Shuangqing was the first to see Su Jiahe.

"I still have to go out shopping." Su Jiahe said as she ran out in a hurry.

"We have prepared it for you. Do you think these are okay?" Daji quickly stopped Su Jiahe.

When Su Jiahe turned around, she saw that the living room was piled with packages of all sizes, including all kinds of food, clothing, and daily necessities.

"How do you know I need these?" Su Jiahe was very surprised.

"I guessed it," Daji said, "Sister Su, if you need anything, just tell us directly and I'll prepare it for you."

Su Jiahe thought about it. According to the original historical line, the Qing army would march south next year. When the war broke out, a large amount of emergency medicine would be needed.

"Please buy more hemostatic drugs, bandages, gauze, and disinfectants."

"Why do we need this? Are there many people injured over there?" He Shuangqing asked.

"I haven't had time to tell you that Brother Wang went to the time when Mr. Song lived, which was the end of the Ming Dynasty and the beginning of the Qing Dynasty, and was preparing to resist the Qing Dynasty." Su Jiahe explained.

"Ah? Then Sister Su, you must be careful." He Shuangqing was very worried.

"It's okay, no matter what, we will come back safely." Su Jiahe said, putting all the supplies into the storage ring.

"Sister Su, can we go together?" Liu Ziluan ran forward and asked expectantly.

"Only two people can go now. I'll take you out for fun when I have the chance."

After saying that, Su Jiahe summoned the system and traveled back again.

"Hey, Jiahe, why did you come back so early this time?" Wang Mang asked in surprise.

"Thanks to our group of kids, they prepared it for me in advance."

"Haha, this teammate is so awesome. It's just right that you're back. Let's go to Yingtian earlier."

The group braved the winter wind and snow, traveling day and night, fearing that they would be delayed for a single day.

"Mr. Feng, Brother Wang, at your age, aren't you tired of traveling every day?"

Wang Mang was already seventy years old and Feng Menglong was already seventy-two. Su Jiahe was afraid that the two old men would be torn apart.

"When the country is in crisis, this little bit of suffering is nothing." Feng Menglong looked into the distance with a firm gaze.

The weather was getting colder, and the carriage was drafty, so Feng Menglong huddled up inside, constantly rubbing his hands and breathing on them to warm them. "Mr. Feng, I have a thick quilt here, please take it." Su Jiahe took the quilt out of her ring and put it in Feng Menglong's carriage.

"Thank you, Miss Su." Feng Menglong quickly took the quilt and wrapped it around himself.

The next day, everyone finally arrived in Yingtian.

"Mr. Feng, we're here." Wang Mang lifted the curtain of Feng Menglong's carriage.

"Okay, wait until I get down." Feng Menglong moved his body with difficulty. "My legs and feet are frozen. Can you help me up?"

"Mr. Feng, why are you so cold? Where is your quilt?" Seeing Feng Menglong's appearance, Su Jiahe hurriedly cooperated with Wang Mang to help him get off the carriage and into the house.

"I met a homeless family on the street last night. Seeing their children shivering from the cold, I offered them my quilt. Miss Su won't blame me, will she?"

"Ah? Don't blame me, it's just that you could have told me that I still have a lot of clothes and quilts here." Su Jiahe suddenly felt very guilty.

At this time, Song Yingxing lifted the curtain and walked into the room.

"Mr. Song, this is Mr. Feng Ziyou. I wonder if you know him." Wang Mang introduced him to Song Yingxing.

"Oh, it's Mr. Ziyou. I've heard a lot about you." Song Yingxing said with a bow. "My name is Song Yingxing, and my courtesy name is Changgeng. I didn't know Mr. Feng was coming. I apologize for not welcoming you. I hope you can forgive me."

"You are Mr. Chang Geng. I'm so sorry." Feng Menglong quickly stood up with the help of the table and returned the greeting to Song Yingxing.

"It seems you two know each other. That makes things easier." Wang Mang said from the side, "Mr. Song, how have you been doing with your research these days?"

"It's almost done." Song Yingxing said in a low voice.

"Hasn't he been discovered during this time?"

"Fortunately, although this place is prosperous, there are so many people coming and going that no one cares about us. Brother Wang, Mr. Feng, Miss Su, please follow me."

Led by Song Yingxing, the group came to a small room in the backyard. As soon as they entered, Su Jiahe smelled a strong smell of gunpowder.

"Those are the new firearms I prepared."

Su Jiahe glanced around the room and saw all sorts of firearms displayed on the floor and on the table.

"A few days ago, I took a few to the suburbs to try them out. The flames could spray out a mile away, which is more powerful than the Ming army's muskets." Song Yingxing said, picking up a musket.

"Mr. Song, thank you for your hard work." Wang Mang patted Song Yingxing on the shoulder.

"Mr. Chang Geng is truly exceptionally intelligent, having been able to create such a formidable firearm," Feng Menglong said with a thumbs-up in admiration. "If we present this to the Ming Emperor, he will surely be able to repel the Qing army."

"That's what I was thinking..."

"Don't!" Wang Mang interrupted Song Yingxing before he finished speaking. "We can't be exposed now. First, find a place to mass-produce a batch of firearms, and then rush to Yangzhou before February."

"Why go to Yangzhou?" Feng Menglong asked puzzledly.

"Yangzhou must be defended, otherwise a great tragedy will occur."

Su Jiahe knew that the tragedy Wang Mang was talking about was the Ten Days of Yangzhou in history.

"Since Brother Wang said so, let's go to Yangzhou. I happen to have friends there." Although Feng Menglong didn't know why Wang Mang said so, he trusted him very much.

Wang Mang closed the "Juqi Pavilion" and led everyone to the suburbs. On the day of closing the gate, the gate was crowded with people.

"Boss Wang, are you closing your business?"

"You have such a good business, why are you closing it just like that? I won't be able to buy anything from you anymore."

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"I've been busy lately, I'll be back later." Wang Mang dismissed the crowd, got on his carriage and headed straight for the city gate. But before he had gone far, he was blocked by a gorgeous carriage.