The cold wind was blowing, and the severe winter had already arrived. There were few pedestrians in the wilderness and on the official roads. At this time, they were basically hiding at home to warm up. It was not long before the New Year was about to be celebrated again.

The Yongping Prefecture City was already in sight, and there was a group of people, about twelve people, riding horses and standing on the official road. The people and horses were all spitting white air, all looking at the city wall in the distance.

One of them, tall and tall, looked tall, suddenly opened his mouth and sighed: "This Yongping Mansion City was burned out before, but unexpectedly, it was rebuilt well now! Where did the imperial court get so much money?"

"Master, this Yongping Mansion City may be just a sign, right?" Another person next to him responded with white breath.

At first, when the man heard this, he turned around and shouted seriously: "Remember, call me Senior Brother!"

"Yes, old... senior brother!" The man was scolded and quickly replied, "The junior brother just saw that there was no one beside him, and he let out a moment."

After hearing this, the senior brother turned his head, looked at the others, and said with an extremely serious expression: "We are in the pass this time, things are extraordinary. If you can accomplish something, if Your Majesty signifies me as the king of a different surname, I will never treat you badly. I, Mr. Fan, do what I say!"

This person is the great traitor Fan Wencheng. He was ordered by Huang Taiji to come to the pass to find merchants who traded with the Qing Dynasty and set up an intelligence network. For the sake of safety, he did not hesitate to pretend to be a monk. Of course, shaving off his hair is a trivial matter for those who even his ancestors could not afford, but it was beyond the expectations of many people and could be regarded as a trick to hide his identity.

After hearing this, Fan Wencheng's servants immediately responded excitedly.

Fan Wencheng nodded and looked at one of them. His housekeeper said, "If we all ride horses, it's too silly. I'll lead two people into the city to inquire about the situation first. You will huddle around with the rest of your troops and wait for news."

After hearing this, Fan Gou nodded immediately to respond.

So Fan Wencheng took the two of them to hike to the distant Yongping Mansion City.

In this cold winter, although the city gates were open, no one was in and out. In this case, Fan Wencheng was a little nervous. This was the first time he entered the city of Ming Kingdom. He strictly learned all the behaviors he learned from a real monk and entered Yongping City.

Speaking of which, when Jianlu invaded the capital of the capital two years ago, it was burned down by Huang Taiji. All the young and middle-aged people were plundered, leaving only the old and weak, and there was no food yet. Originally, Fan Wencheng thought that even if the Yongping City was rebuilt, the traces of the previous ones were probably obvious, right?

What he didn't expect was that the outside of the city was not very good, but as soon as he entered the city, he couldn't help but feel a little stunned, and he was suspicious that this was Yongping Mansion City? He couldn't believe everything he saw.

I saw that the houses in the city were new, with the walls painted with lime. There were people coming and going on the streets. Although they did not reach the point of shoulder to shoulder, the number of people was really surprising.

The only thing that made him feel a bit normal was that the pedestrians on the street were dressed relatively rustic, not as varied as before. This must have been the time when the emperor issued an order to plunder money and property, which led to the people of Yongping City being able to wear such rustic clothing, right?

Fan Wencheng thought this in his mind, gave his two subordinates a look and walked towards a restaurant with a large abortion.

"Customer, please come in there." The waiter came forward and greeted him diligently, "I want something to come. The signature dish of our store is a great choice. This is Hong Qigong's favorite thing. It would be a pity if he passed by and didn't taste it!"

Fan Wencheng couldn't react, who is Hong Qigong? What he eats means delicious?

When the waiter saw his expression, he understood and hurriedly said, "This guest official came from a small place, right? Don't Hong Qigong know? It's okay, the guest official can go to the lobby for a meal. The storyteller over there is talking about "The Legend of the Condor Heroes"!"

Speaking of this, he reached out to signal, and said, "This "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" is really nice. Now it's the third time, and many people are willing to listen to it. By the way, guest official, this beloved chicken is absolutely delicious. Should you give it one?"

"Amitabha!" Fan Wencheng wondered what "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" was, and sang a decent look, then said, "Mencius avoids meat and fish, please give the donor some vegetarian dishes!"

When the waiter heard this, he realized that these three people were wearing cotton robes and were worn by monks. No wonder they were so ugly. This was also the unspoken emphasis of the imperial court's cottage, which made everyone wear such ugly clothes. Otherwise, after the first half of the year, they would probably recognize these monks.

The waiter couldn't make much money by making vegetarian food, so he also felt a little more enthusiastic. He took them to a corner of the lobby and went to greet other guests.

While Fan Wencheng and others were waiting for the meal, they pricked their ears and listened to what the people of the Ming Dynasty were discussing.

"Brother, do you have any job?"

"Oh, it's hard to describe it! Everyone knows that the Censorate is a good place. There are so many people going to the Enrollment License Office. I just became a scholar, so it's not the turn!"

“…”

When Fan Wencheng heard this, he wondered again, the Censorate's Literature Office? Isn't this Yongping Mansion? Did they just come back from the capital?

This idea was the case, and what he heard next made him even more confused.

"In fact, it's not just the people who apply for the enlistment office. The officers in the garrison were also lined up by the old men, waiting for the people from the Censorate to choose! I just came over there and saw someone bringing dry food to eat, but he refused to leave the team and went to have a hot meal first!"

“…”

Fan Wencheng looked confused when he heard these words, and wondered: What does it mean to get them? There is a Censorate in Yongping Prefecture? Can officers from the garrison office also go to the Censorate?

Vaguely, Fan Wencheng felt that he seemed to be about to hear a very important news. He continued to sit there with his temper, pricking his ears and eavesdropping.

But at this moment, a waiter came to serve the dishes: "Masters, the vegetarian dishes you want to use are here!"

After disturbing this, Fan Wencheng couldn't hear the person next to him clearly. After finally waiting for the waiter to leave, he took the chopsticks to pick up the vegetarian dishes while preparing to continue to inquire about the news.

But at this moment, another waiter came up and just arrived at the table where he was talking: "Celebrity, beggar chicken is here!"

So the two diners stopped chatting again, and one of them said, "Come on, Brother Wang, try this called Huazi Chicken!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard something seemed to have been peeled off from the other side. Then the fragrance floated over, which immediately caused Fan Wencheng and his two subordinates to "gurgle" together.

When they were in Liaodong, although they had money, they could not buy delicious food. With the last blow of the Korqin tribe, even the Manchus are now eating braised vegetables, not to mention slaves. After running so far along the Mongolian, they were sleeping in the open again, and there was still a little oil in their stomachs. At this time, they smelled the fragrance of beggar chicken. No matter whether you are a traitor or a traitor, your stomach would react.

"Well, it's delicious, not bad. This is called Huazi Chicken indeed well-known!"

"Then Mr. Hong Qi is really a person who knows how to eat. If he has a wife like Huang Rong in his life, he will die without regrets!"

“…”

One of Fan Wencheng's subordinates couldn't help it anymore, so they approached Fan Wencheng and asked in a low voice: "Senior brother, why don't we order one too?"

A person who forgets his ancestors just pursues glory and wealth? If he is so miserable, what kind of fun will he have in his life?

When Fan Wencheng heard this, his face darkened, and he lowered his voice and shouted: "We are monks!"

At this time, he himself felt a little regretful. He didn't know what he was thinking at that time, so he chose to pretend to be a monk!

When his subordinates heard this, they had to retract their heads. However, seeing the vegetarian dishes on the table was better than the food in Liaodong. So, after Fan Wencheng moved the chopsticks, his two subordinates immediately moved the chopsticks. Smelling the fragrance of beggar chicken, they imagined that they were eating beggar chicken. They thought about this, and the speed of the chopsticks was extremely good. In the blink of an eye, they all drank all the food and rice, but they felt that they didn't seem to eat anything at all.

So Fan Wencheng called the waiter again and ordered vegetarian dishes again, and the amount also doubled.

Finally, they had a good meal. After their stomachs were almost done, Fan Wencheng continued to prick up his ears and listen to the movement. However, this time, they were not discussing the strange matter of the Censorate, but talked about something even more magical for Fan Wencheng to listen to.

"Did Brother Wang get the knowledge about magical artifacts?"

"It's not that easy. It is said that the capital is easy to do. After this winter, I will have to go to the capital. Don't worry, if I get it, I will definitely bring you a set."

“…”

Fan Wencheng wondered again, what kind of magic weapon? There is actually a so-called magic weapon in the world? Isn’t it because I heard two crazy people chatting, otherwise, how could I not understand what they said!

However, this conclusion is obviously unlikely. At least on the surface, these two people are normal. They are still rich and can go to a restaurant for dinner.

"But I heard a news that seemed to be about the news from the Ministry of Rites, saying that the court intends to spread these knowledge all over the world, and that at that time, it will start learning from the children's school. I just don't know if these knowledge will be included in the scientific examination."

"It's really possible. Didn't these knowledge be called technology? The combination of science and technology. What is science? I really can't remember the difficult explanation, but if it's scientific research, then it's science?"

"Hey, after you say that, it's true. Could it be that the emperor said that this is science. In fact, it just wants to add it to the scientific examination. Then, in the future, this is a must-have course?"

“…”

Fan Wencheng was stunned again when he heard it. He claimed to be both civil and military, but today he heard it, it seemed like one conclusion: if these two were not crazy, then he would be a scattered man, not knowing the outside world, and the things he learned were completely outdated?

Just as he was thinking this, he heard the diners at the table next door, and when they heard the conversation between the two, they also interrupted.

"This person is right. I have a cousin who is doing some small business in the capital. As soon as he returned to his hometown to celebrate the New Year, he said that the rumors in the capital are basically confirmed. This science and technology will be the study of the imperial examination in the future. Wait, the emperor wants us Ming people to master the knowledge of this artifact, and wait for the moon to go up and take a look!"

"It's better to forget about the things like the moon. Although the emperor said it could be realized, we definitely can't see it. But have you gone to Tongzhou to see what the steam iron armored ships built there?"

"This, my uncle came back and passed by there. He just started building a shipyard, so how fast it was!"

“…”

As Fan Wencheng listened to their words, he had to admit that they could not be crazy, otherwise, there would be no such coincidence that a group of crazy people were chatting here. From their words, it can be heard that there has been no news from Ming Kingdom for two or three years, and Ming Kingdom has undergone earth-shaking changes.

He had an intuition that these things were definitely created by the young emperor, otherwise it would not have had such a big impact. Moreover, judging from the fights over the past two years, the Emperor of Ming Dynasty is really a powerful figure, and only he can come up with so many strange things, right?

He thought of this and recalled silently in his heart: It seems that Yongping has a Censorate, and he is still recruiting a letter office, and the officers of the garrison are also waiting to seek a position; there is also a child school, I don’t know which level it is. Judging from the name, it should be the level of Tongsheng? What is that magic weapon? What kind of knowledge is technology? Can it still be on the moon? What is the "true qi iron armored ship"...

There are so many things that cannot be understood. I feel like I am a monk in the mountains. One day in the mountains, one year outside, and years have changed, and have been eliminated by this era!

After a moment of silence, when Fan Wencheng came to his senses, he heard these diners chasing the man who had returned from the capital and asked about the capital.

"My uncle has seen the steam engine with his own eyes. Not to mention, his body is domineering, and he looks like a good thing!"

"If you eat coal, you will be extremely powerful and tireless. Can you do things day and night?"

"Of course, there are many different types of steam engines, and my uncle visited two types. I heard that the Emperor was still not satisfied with the research on this steam engine in the War War. Not only did he issue a reward, but he also stayed in the War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War War

“…”

Fan Wencheng felt that he could not listen to it anymore because he couldn't understand what they were talking about. If he continued to listen like this, people would be foolish. Is there such a chicken that eats coal? Beggar chicken is easy to understand, but the giant real chicken is really unimaginable?

His two subordinates were actually listening, and they were also inexplicably heard. When Fan Wencheng took them out, he couldn't help but ask Fan Wencheng and said, "Senior Brother, are we...we are we dreaming?"

Fortunately, they didn’t know the word “time travel”, otherwise their thoughts would definitely think they had time traveled!
Chapter completed!