Ming Dynasty, New Rome, and Infinite Divine Machine

“[How to distinguish the front and back elbows of pigs].”

"Is it that simple??? Do you know what our topic is? [How to dissect a pig]!"

"Killing a pig, right?" Shangluo now knew why Wen Yuan was gesturing here. He was holding a knife and gesturing where to cut the pig's elbow. "Why do you have such a question?"

"Because not many people have killed pigs these days. How to properly dissect a pig requires research. You can do field research, ask people, or go to the library to find out. Anyway, this essay requires us to describe pig slaughtering in 2000 words - of course, dissecting a pig, not killing it. Specifically, we should analyze what parts of a pig's body there are, and which parts need to be specially processed."

"So, where did you do it?"

"I did go to a hot pot restaurant to do some research a few days ago, and there are many types of pork. But I forgot about them while I was eating. My grandfather simply bought me a pig and let me practice on my own. I cut the pork elbow we ate tonight."

"Goodbye, what have you done to it?"

"You don't trust my knife skills? I'm quite good at it. I've even been a roast duck apprentice. I can slice a roast duck for you."

"Okay. Oh, by the way, I had your homework delivered to you."

"Homework? Is that still a thing?"

"It's about the past." Shangluo asked for his notebook because he saw his handwriting was beautiful, so he wanted to scan the handwriting. He was a bit busy in the middle, so he delayed sending it back now. But it's not a big problem, anyway, it was Wenyuan's homework a long time ago.

"So where is your room?" Shangluo asked, "so I can put your homework back."

"Which room do you ask? My bedroom, study, reading room, or writing room?"

"Where do you put your homework?"

"Well, let me think about it." Wen Yuan put down the knife. "This is an old homework. You can put it in my study. Go by yourself. Go to the second floor on the corridor over there. It's the third room. You are not coming to my house by yourself. It doesn't matter if you walk around freely."

"Okay." Shangluo took the homework from Grani who was delivering it at the door, and carried the homework book to the second floor - the stairwell alone seemed to be able to accommodate 10 Victorias.

[Why can't your house be bigger? If your house is this big, Victoria won't feel too awkward if she moves in. ]

"It's not up to me to decide. Didn't you see that Lu Qianhu's house isn't that big? It's just that his house is extra big."

After climbing up the stairs, Shangluo finally delivered the book to Wen Yuan's study.

This study is really a study, a place to store books. Opening the door and going in, it is like a library with shelves of books. Looking at the list of books, it seems that this is not the study of Wen Ge Lao himself, but only the study of Wen Yuan. Because Shangluo also saw a lot of comics of "Wang Lingguan" on the bookshelf, and it is obvious that Wen Ge Lao will not read this.

"Oh, where should I put this homework?" Shangluo walked around the bookshelves holding the book.

He finally found the place where the old textbooks were kept. All the old textbooks that Wen Yuan had used were placed here, with the covers wrapped and neatly arranged without a speck of dirt.

"Okay, let's put it here." He squatted down, classified the books one by one according to subjects, and put them where they should be.

However, as the books were put back in place one by one, Shangluo suddenly saw a strange name at the edge of his vision.

"Hmm?" Shangluo picked it up and saw that it was a math homework. But the name was not Wen Yuan, but Wen Yan.

"Is this Wen Yuan's father's homework? Why is it in here? It's not right, didn't you notice?"

[How is that possible? Tianyi Guiren has been scanned, so if the handwriting is different, it will be discovered quickly.]

"But look at this," Shangluo noticed the graffiti on the cover. The handwriting of the name and class was exactly the same as Wen Yuan's.

They are so similar that even Tianyi Guiren can't tell them apart.

Chapter 1295 How to distinguish Wen Yuan and Wen Yan

The same handwriting in the same scene.

Shangluo compared the covers and he really couldn't tell the difference.

He was full of question marks. He himself had not read the assignments carefully, but it was always Tianyi Guiren who was reading them.

[Wait. Wait!] Apollonia said, [Wait a moment, I'll ask the noble Tianyi to take a look. You put the covers parallel to each other.]

According to her request, Shangluo put two assignments from different generations together.

【turn out】

"what happened?"

【Tian Yi Guiren said that this was written by one person.】

Dinner is ready. Wen Yuan's grandmother is not at home today. She is busy with other things in the Ministry of Rites. Only Wen Ge Lao, Wen Yuan, and Shang Luo are eating at the table.

The meal was cooked by the old lady at home. The whole table was full of various braised dishes, which looked similar to the canned food banquet at Lu Qianhu's house. Even the taste seemed similar.

"It tastes like canned food, right?" Wen Yuan shook her head. "Ah, in fact, on the one hand, it's because the canned food in the imperial kitchen is really delicious. On the other hand, the old aunt who cooks in our family is old, as old as my grandmother, and the taste of her food is like this, and it can't be changed."

"Eat." Elder Wen glanced at him.

"Oh" Wen Yuan lowered her head.

However, looking at the braised pork in the bowl, he couldn't help but pick up the chopsticks and gesture. He wondered where he should start cutting the braised pork.

"Eat, what are you gesturing for?" Elder Wen was not angry, because he was not allowed to get angry at the dinner table. But he was on the verge of getting angry. This kid had no manners when eating, which was quite embarrassing in front of [Shang Tianjun], and it would affect his authority in education.

Wen Yuan was sensitive to her grandfather's expression. Elder Wen would not get angry, usually not. Because as long as he opened his mouth to remind her, he was already very angry.

"Shangluo," said Elder Wen, "When you leave, take some more pork home. We only have one child and an old couple, and we don't know how long it will take to finish eating a whole pig. You have a big family, so take more back."

"Okay, okay." Wen Yuan nodded repeatedly. "I have cut up half a pig neatly. You can take it all back. I have removed all the meat from the ribs. There is only meat, no bones."

Elder Wen didn't want to say anything anymore. He stretched out his chopsticks and picked up a piece of braised pork ribs for Wen Yuan.

"Eh? Ah! You can't debone ribs! You have to eat them with the rib bones. I forgot, I thought they were duck bones!"

"That's fine, even if I kick it away." Shangluo said quickly, "We have a guest coming to our house, and her teeth are not very good. This is just right for him to eat."

[Oh, by the way, Phaethon sent a reminder 3 minutes ago, asking what to do with the meat that was delivered. ]

"What meat?"

[The Guanglu Temple sent you the remaining meat from the sacrifice to the late emperor this morning. Your senior brother personally ordered it. A total of 20 kilograms. Several large pieces. Phaethon asked you what to do with the meat? The refrigerator can't hold it at all. Let me remind you that the meat left after the emperor's ancestral sacrifice has a special meaning.]

"Put it there first, and wait for me to come back."

Shangluo noticed that there was also some boiled meat in the middle of the table. There was no seasoning at all, just the meat cut into pieces by a knife.

"Shangluo, you need to eat the sacrificial meat quickly," Elder Wen warned. "It will spoil if left out for too long. You should put the pork we brought back in the refrigerator first."

"Oh, right." Shang Luo suddenly raised his head. "I finally came to Wen Yuan's house. I thought, since the New Year is coming soon, can I pay my respects to Wen Yuan's father?"

Suddenly, Elder Wen's forehead trembled.

"Worship my father?" Wen Yuan wondered, "I'm glad you think so. But we don't have a tablet at home, so we can't worship him."

"No tablet? Is it somewhere else?"

"Maybe." Wen Yuan replied, "I don't think I've ever worshipped my father. I also asked why there is no tablet at home, and my grandmother said she was afraid of being sad, so she put it somewhere I don't know. But I've never seen it. Ah, I remember, my family never left chopsticks for my father during the New Year. Grandpa, did my dad make you very angry?"

"It was that unfilial son who almost pissed me off to death." After saying that, Elder Wen put down his chopsticks and said, "Shangluo, it's rare that you're so thoughtful. Let's go and pay our respects."

"Eh? Then I'll go too?"

"You stay and eat here." After giving the order to Wen Yuan, Elder Wen took Shang Luo upstairs.

Walking in the corridor, Elder Wen murmured, "I saw you went up to the second floor. How did you find out?"

"Handwriting. I didn't dare to believe it at first. But after asking Tianyi Guiren to check it, they said."

"Is it true that Wen Yuan's handwriting is exactly the same as Wen Yan's?"

Shangluo nodded.

Walking into the study room, Shangluo only noticed at this time that the Wang Lingguan on the bookshelf was not "Invincible Wang Lingguan", but "Super Wang Lingguan" from the previous era, and even the style of painting was different. Wen Yan's name was written in the lower right corner of those old comic books. Just like before, the handwriting was exactly the same as Wen Yuan's.

"Now that things have come to this, it's okay to talk to you, Lord Shang. In fact, many people know about it." Wen Zhong turned around and said, "Have you ever thought about why Lu Qianhu is so good to Wen Yuan?"

Shangluo’s first reaction was, is Lu Qianhu really that good to Wen Yuan?

But on second thought, Lu Qianhu's strictness towards Wen Yuan seemed to be beyond imagination.

"I always thought Lu Qianhu was taking care of an old friend's friend - so, he is actually taking care of an old friend, right?!"

Elder Wen nodded: "That's right. You probably never heard Wen Yuan mention his mother, right? Because Wen Yuan doesn't have a mother at all. He just changed back."

"how did you do that?"

"It's all thanks to Daozu's mercy. Wen Yan was actually dead in the accident that year, and it was Daozu's elixir that brought him back to life - but he didn't wake up as he was before, and instead reverted to his original state, back to the size of a baby. My husband and I raised him again. So, you can't tell that I've experienced the pain of losing a child, right? Because I haven't. I just have twice as much anger under my belt because I raised that kid twice."

"If this is the case, who knows about this?"

"My husband and I know. The late emperor knows, and so do a few of Wen Yan's friends, such as Lu Qianhu. Others, such as the current emperor, know nothing about it."

"Wait a minute, Elder Wen, so the Taoist already has an elixir that can restore youth?"

"I'm afraid so. Daozu's power is as boundless and immeasurable as his mercy. That's why I never doubted that Daming could ascend to heaven. By the way, Shangluo, I think that kid should be able to accept this now. I didn't tell anyone else before because I didn't want to affect his growth. Now that you know, I want you to tell him the news at the right time. So that he won't think about the 'revenge of his father's murder' and do something out of line. Twice is enough, I don't want it to happen a third time."

Chapter 1296 Rebirth Ceremony

After dinner, Shangluo returned home.

As soon as he entered the door, he could see the end at a glance. He suddenly felt that his home had become smaller.

"You're back!" Victoria came over, "Let me get it for you!"

She took the cloth bag from Shangluo's hand and dropped it so hard that she almost fell to the ground.

"What is that? Why is it so heavy?"

"Pork. Elder Wen asked me to bring it back."

[Do you think this is considered hush money, like sealing your mouth with lard or something? ]

"Do you think I'm the Kitchen God? You want me to keep my mouth shut, right? I won't tell you anything even if you don't give it to me."

"What's the secret?" Victoria asked. "Tell me! I can keep it a secret! I'm a professional!"

"Uh," Shangluo thought for a moment, "It's actually related to Wen Yuan."

He couldn't say it before, because he had already promised Wen Ge Lao. But Wen Ge Lao didn't ask him to keep it secret, but hoped that he would solve the matter. Because in the final analysis, Wen Yan's continuity was interrupted, and he was indeed reborn after death.

Although the two are indeed the same person, he himself does not know it. To some extent, this is a kind of amnesia. It's just that the amnesia is more thorough, directly refreshing to the state of a baby, and also comes with rejuvenation.

However, outside of his memories, he still retained many of his instincts. For example, he always wrote in the same handwriting and never changed it. He learned swordsmanship almost by himself, and he used the family heirloom sword very smoothly because the sword was his own. He also practiced very quickly because he was born with the ability.

But if Wen Yuan knew all these things, could he really accept it?

Shangluo plans to investigate further. Because Wen Yuan does not seem to be dissatisfied with his life, he can probably feel the love of his father and mother from his "grandparents" because they are his parents. Even the aunt who cooks for him.

Shangluo knew that the cooking auntie might also be an insider, because she must be very clear about the situation of the Wen family.

With this calculation, this secret is actually not a real secret.

However, in order to ensure Wen Yuan's physical and mental health, Shangluo planned to lay the groundwork first before telling him.

Before that, it has to be kept somewhat confidential.

But Victoria in front of him does have experience in solving problems.

This makes Shangluo think about it to some extent.

"So who is Wen Yuan?"

"Wen Yuan is the Jinyiwei who has been standing next to me. He is the same age as me."

"Who is it?" Victoria asked again, because she had no impression of this person.

"It's that 'miscellaneous soldier'." Phaethon, who was setting the dining table in the back, reminded.

"Ah! So he is Wen Yuan. Eh? My impression seems to be wrong! This person seems to appear very frequently, but why don't I have any impression of him at all?"

"You see, this is the problem," Shangluo replied. "Have you noticed that Wen Yuan has a very low sense of presence? So, Victoria, do you have any advice for this situation?"

"That guy is a jerk," Victoria replied.

"what?"

"That is to say, the concentration of spirit particles in this person's soul is relatively low, and it is unable to correspond to a strong enough symbol in the souls of others, so it is difficult to be remembered. You are about to ask me to cooperate with you in filming the theatrical version of Wang Lingguan next year, right? I am afraid that our camera equipment cannot capture his image, or even if it can, it can only be a very faint shadow."

"That's the bastard." Shang Luo stroked his chin, "You know what, it does make sense."

This really fits the description of "soulless".

"Wait. Ah!" Victoria suddenly asked, "Did he die halfway, or did others think he was dead, and then he came back?"

"That's close! How did you guess it?"