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

Chapter 194: You can also go to other planes to ask for help
Su Jiahe had been having a headache for the past few days. He didn't know how to farm at all, so how could he guide others? However, since he was new here and didn't have enough manpower, Su Jiahe could only bring his books and learn as he went along.

When they arrived at the field, Gou'er and Shuan'er plowed together, while Su Jiahe followed beside them, flipping through an agricultural technology manual in a hurry.

"This is too difficult. If I were born in ancient times, I wouldn't even know how to farm." Su Jiahe muttered softly.

"Miss Su, we can do it on our own. You are so noble, how can you stay here in the wind and sun with us? Go back and rest." said the dog.

"Why am I so noble? I'm just an ordinary person. I've never farmed before. Wait a minute, I'll teach you once I learn."

However, in Gou'er's eyes, Su Jiahe, who was neatly dressed and had fair skin and tender flesh, looked like a woman from a wealthy family.

Su Jiahe stood in the field all day until the sun set and people finished work and went home, then he went back along the mountain road.

"Brother Wang, it's fine if you let me distribute seeds and supplies, but I really can't do the job of an agricultural instructor."

"Jiahe, aren't you a college student? Even if you've never farmed, can't you understand what I'm reading?"

"Every profession has its specialties, and I'm not an agricultural major. What if I teach them incorrectly and they lose everything? Why don't we hire a professional?"

"You're right, but this place is so remote, it's not easy to recruit people." Wang Mang frowned.

"I remembered, we can only have four people at most this time. Now it's just the two of us, so we can call two more people over."

"You mean, we go back and invite an agricultural expert? Then they won't think we're crazy."

"Yes, after all, who would believe that we can travel through time and space?"

Su Jiahe pondered for a long time, and suddenly an idea came to him.

"Brother Wang, do you think Song Yingxing can do it?"

"Him? Can he come over?"

"Let me ask."

Su Jiahe silently summoned the system in his heart and actually got a positive answer.

"Great, Mr. Song can come over. I'll go to that dimension to find him now."

"Really? I'll go with you."

Su Jiahe took out the Time Certificate, and in the blink of an eye, she and Wang Mang arrived in another courtyard.

"Is this Mr. Song's home? It's different from before." Wang Mang looked around curiously.

"Who is it?" A figure carrying a lantern came up to the two of them quickly.

With the help of the lamp, Wang Mang recognized the other person at a glance. It was Song Yingxing's follower Lao Zhao.

"You're here again?" Old Zhao also recognized Wang Mang and Su Jiahe, and was immediately surprised and happy. "Come in quickly, the master has been missing you."

Song Yingxing was reading in the room. When he saw Wang Mang and Su Jiahe, he was shocked at first, and then his eyes filled with tears.

"Brother Wang, Miss Su, I didn't expect that we would meet again."

"Yeah, I just realized that we can actually come back anytime," said Su Jiahe.

"Alas, ten years have passed in the blink of an eye, and I have grown old, but you haven't changed in appearance." Song Yingxing looked at the two of them curiously.

"Why has ten years passed here? Is it because the speed of space and time is different on both sides?"

Su Jiahe was muttering to himself when the system's voice suddenly came.

[The time in each dimension will automatically jump to the time when the visitor sends a reply, and then the time flow rate will be the same as in the real world]

Su Jiahe remembered that when Song Yingxing replied to the letter, exactly ten years had passed in his own dimension.

“Mr. Song, please don’t worry about these details,” Wang Mang said. “We’ve run into some trouble and urgently need a talented person. Would you be willing to help?” “Brother Wang, whatever you’ve encountered, I will do my best to help if I can.”

"That's it..."

Wang Mang and Su Jiahe told Song Yingxing the whole story of their journey through the Southern Song Dynasty. Song Yingxing was surprised for a long time and took a long time to come back to his senses.

"Have you seen Lu Fangweng?"

"Yes, he is currently inspecting the front lines at Dasan Pass. Just like last time, I am still helping him build firearms, repel foreign enemies, and develop production in the rear, but we are short of talent right now."

"Okay, you two stay here for one night. I'll pack my luggage and go tomorrow." Song Yingxing readily agreed to Wang Mang and Su Jiahe's request.

"Mr. Song, thank you so much." Su Jiahe and Wang Mang thanked him repeatedly.

"Don't thank me. If the Song Dynasty could resist the Mongol cavalry, China wouldn't have been conquered for a hundred years. Besides, I also want to visit Mr. Fangweng in person."

The next day, Song Yingxing gave Lao Zhao a few instructions, and then he and Wang Mang and Su Jiahe traveled to the Southern Song Dynasty dimension.

"Miss Su, please take me to the village."

“Mr. Song, the mountain road is difficult to walk on. Are you able to walk at your age? How about I hire a few people to carry you?”

"No need, no need. I've had plenty of free time these past ten years, so I've spent a lot of time working in the fields. I can still walk this distance."

When the two arrived at the field, Song Yingxing, holding an agricultural technology guide, methodically instructed the villagers on how to cultivate the soil, till the land, and sow seeds.

“Miss Su, we’ve always lacked food and clothing since we were little, and no one has ever cared for us. You’ve brought us food, treated our illnesses, and even sent a teacher to teach us farming. Are you really sent by the gods?” Gou’er said gratefully as he plowed the field.

"Alright, don't think too much about it. Let's live a good life after this year's harvest."

After handing over the agricultural guidance work to Song Yingxing, Wang Mang assigned a new task to Su Jiahe.

"Jiahe, why don't you go and practice medicine? You don't have to do physical labor, you can just treat patients."

"What? I've never studied medicine. Wouldn't practicing medicine harm people?"

"So what did you study in college? Let's see if it comes in handy."

"Tourism Management".

Wang Mang: ...

"Then forget it, you should study medicine. Just look at that 'Barefoot Doctor's Manual'. My grandfather mastered it in just three months."

"I've heard that it takes more than ten years to study medicine. Is three months enough?"

"It's better than nothing. In this day and age, as long as we can treat minor ailments like headaches, fevers, and infected wounds, we can save many lives."

"Okay, starting today, I'll switch careers and study medicine."

From then on, Su Jiahe carried his medicine box and the "Barefoot Doctor's Manual" every day, going to the village to practice medicine while ringing his bell.

"Miss Su, why are you a doctor?" Gou'er asked in surprise when he met Su Jiahe again.

"I don't know how to farm, but I have to do something. By the way, how is your father's illness?"

"Thanks to the medicine powder you sent, my dad is much better and can even go out to work in the fields now," Gou'er said, his eyes filled with excitement.

"So fast? But you've just recovered from a serious illness, so you should still rest."

“I tried to persuade him, but he insisted on going to the fields, afraid of missing the spring planting.”

"It's good that you're better. Come see me if you feel unwell anywhere in the future." After saying that, Su Jiahe continued to ring the bell and left.

Besides guiding farming, Song Yingxing also brought over other techniques, keeping him extremely busy. However, when Wang Mang was setting up the firearms camp, the craftsmen told him that there was a major obstacle to manufacturing firearms.