Reborn as a Cube Man in the Late Ming Dynasty

A parrot was perched on Bai Li's shoulder.

Its body is primarily blue, forming a feather-like shape, with a yellow-orange chest cavity and small, bright black eyes. It has two crest feathers on its head, one blue and one green.

This is a carefully selected parrot from the White Li family; it is more beautiful and has a richer color palette than other parrots.

It occasionally emitted zombie-like roars.

Liu Er, on the other hand, led several parrots flying in the sky, following behind Bai Li.

"Tell me if you can't catch it," Bai Li said slowly, turning her head.

Liu Er smiled and said, "It's alright, these parrots don't fly very hard."

Yes, its intelligence is even lower than that of an average bird!

Bai Li sighed, shrugged, and said to the parrot on his shoulder, "If you keep imitating zombie sounds, I'll throw you down. It's hurting my ears."

The parrot looked in the direction Bai Li was looking, then imitated a zombie's cry, which then turned into the weeping of an evil spirit.

Clearly, this guy didn't understand.

After taming this creature, Bai Li conducted experiments on it as usual.

And wherever Bai Li looks, it looks too.

It also has a special attribute: when it's on its owner's shoulder, it won't affect its movement and it can be immune to damage!

As soon as Bai Li walks away, the parrot will teleport to her side. It is also low in intelligence, dull and unable to understand human speech.

Just like those cattle and sheep.

It's a pity. I was thinking that if parrots could talk and have teleportation skills, they could become aerial units and provide vision.

However, his illusions were shattered.

"Speaking of which, the feeling I get from dreams is similar. Although they resemble cats, they lack a certain spirituality," Bai Li muttered to herself.

In Minecraft, pets will teleport to their owners' side; the only way to do this is to make them crouch down.

This also means that when Bai Li left, Meng would be squatting in the same spot, and when she returned, Meng would still be there.

"But it's still a pet, after all. It can teleport, is immune to damage, and is considered a rare beast. Moreover, it can't breed. Taking it back as a reward wouldn't be bad. The villagers should like it."

Parrots do not have a juvenile form and cannot reproduce; they can only be spawned naturally. It seems that only villagers who have changed jobs can tame them.

At least Liu Er did not succeed, having used up almost a whole set of wheat seeds.

This time, the two did not hide, but took a side path so they could return to Licheng as soon as possible.

The sky has fallen, and the people of Licheng can probably guess that he sneaked out.

After all, everyone in Liujia Village knows that if the sky falls, it means I'm leaving.

And even more importantly, there's Song Yingxing!

Those who leave their mark on history, even if only mentioned briefly, have achievements that should not be underestimated, let alone this person.

It appeared directly in the textbook!

I became a drop of ink in the long river of history, breathing the same air and sharing the same sky with those historical figures I had only read about in books.

He was both an observer and a participant, causing the course of history to gradually shift.

That strange, incredible feeling stirred my heart.

"Liu Er, let's hurry up!" Bai Li suggested.

He couldn't wait to find out if Song Yingxing was willing to stay.

This was the first person he had ever met who would go down in history!

……

In front of Bai Li's cottage, Song Yingxing stood quietly at the door.

Several strange-looking fish covered in thorns swam in the lake beside it. Their faces were like mirrors, reflecting the tranquil sky. A gentle breeze stirred, causing tender leaves to dance in the air.

It was already autumn, but these leaves were still tender green, showing no signs of turning yellow.

Sunlight filtered through the sparse clouds, casting dappled patterns that shimmered on the rippling water.

The surrounding area was so quiet that only the whispers of nature could be heard, the occasional birdsong, and the gentle murmur of the wind, melodious and peaceful.

The person standing at the edge of this tranquil scene felt their heart stirred with turbulent waves.

Song Yingxing's gaze pierced through the surface calm, landing on the high wall in the distance, which stretched outwards in the direction where he and Young Master Bai had met.

He saw a peaceful and prosperous life in the eyes of the people.

From the bandit's words, he learned what hell looked like.

From Liu Family Village, he learned about Young Master Bai's origins and that he had begun to be bound by the laws of Heaven.

His mind replayed over and over again all that he had seen and heard in the past half day.

Livestock that don't need to be fed, fairy wheat, rootless water, mushroom houses that grow instantly.

Immortal food that can restore physical strength and heal injuries; milk that can cure all diseases.

A magical artifact with unique functions, capable of growing wool overnight.

Order and chaos are determined by the will of Heaven, but they are inevitably brought about by human actions.

Hell has appeared; even the wicked will think twice before committing evil.

Licheng already possessed the rudiments of the ideal society described by Confucius.

In Song Yingxing's eyes, a storm was brewing, lightning was flashing, and dreams were colliding with reality.

He once traveled to the capital to take the imperial examination. Beneath that prosperity lay the bones of ordinary people. Even in a wealthy city like the capital, there were still abandoned babies in bamboo baskets.

In years of plenty, children are buried alive; in years of famine, children are eaten. Vast fields of fertile land offer no place for ordinary people to stand!

But now, things are different!

If Young Master Bai could encompass this immortal realm onto this land, would there still be people starving or freezing to death?

How fortunate I am to be able to participate in this!

He once thought of using his life's learning to benefit the people, but repeated failures in the imperial examinations made him disheartened.

He also thought about writing a book about what he saw on his way to the imperial examination, so that the lives of ordinary people could be improved.

However, it seems that it may not be needed now.

Song Yingxing's expression was calm as still water, but his eyes were flashing with excitement. Endless thoughts were churning in his mind, his body was trembling slightly, and cold sweat was dripping from his hands.

I don't know if my appearance is impolite.

Song Yingxing straightened his clothes and then looked around frequently.

"Since Young Master Bai didn't want the people of Licheng to worry and ran away, he should be back soon!" he muttered to himself.

Soon, the unfamiliar figure appeared in front of Song Yingxing. He quickly stood up straight and waited until the immortal walked up to him.

He cupped his hands in a respectful gesture and said with a serious expression.

"Junior Song Yingxing greets Young Master Bai!"