"The following is a news I just received. At 3:24 pm Yanjing time, a violent explosion occurred in a research institute in J City. It is reported that the research institute was built illegally, and the research project was unknown. The number of staff was unknown. No one survived after the explosion. Fortunately, the research institute was in a mountainous area with few people and no casualties caused by other citizens..."

"The first news from the explosion site just came. Some clues were found in the mysterious research institute in J City. According to the description of residents of surrounding villages and towns, it was a very strange research institute. There were about ten staff members. One of them was a young man who often hired craftsmen and laborers from nearby villages and towns to use primitive tools and equipment to create some things that have been eliminated, such as steam engines, mule machines, hydraulic presses, etc. Some residents said that they even made ancient cannons..."

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With a bang, Zhao Yan felt dizzy as if something big explosion had happened. He, the foreman, fainted.

In a daze, it seemed as if his whole body was shaking. After shaking for a while, Zhao Yan woke up. Zhao Yan, who had just woken up, was still a little confused.

But when I felt the shaking ground, I was stunned.

This feeling is like sitting on a trolley when I was a child, shaking and accompanied by the sound of wheels running.

"Squeak...haha..."

The sound of the wheels was a bit strange, as if they weren't on the tires.

I'll tell you, who is so awesome! You don't get on the tires and run on the road? Zhao Yan thought in a daze and slowly opened his eyes.

When he opened his eyes, Zhao Yan was stunned. He saw that he was lying in a carriage, which was made of wood around him and had two curtains next to him.

The layout of the carriage is relatively simple, just a place to lie down.

This carriage looks like an ancient carriage.

Could it be the carriage he built? Zhao Yan was puzzled, but looking at the carriage, it was very different from the carriage he built, and it could basically be ruled out.

In confusion, Zhao Yan sat up, and the feeling of his clothes coming from was a little strange. When he looked down, he was wearing an ancient Confucian skirt.

Uh...how could this happen? Zhao Yan's mind didn't turn around for a moment. He quickly picked up the curtain beside him and looked out. He saw that there was a wilderness outside, and he was indeed sitting in a carriage.

The carriage was advancing along a dirt road. The pits were bumpy and uneven. The weeds on both sides of the dirt road were green, and a roar like a pheasant crow came from the grass in the distance.

At this moment, the morning light was rising, and the rays of light were shining between heaven and earth. The dewdrops on the grass had not dried yet, and were crystal clear in the sunlight, reflecting your crystal light.

Zhao Yan was fascinated by the sight, and suddenly his pupils shrank suddenly and focused on a pile of white objects on the dirt road.

Those white objects were scattered on the road, they were bones, and they were human bones. The carriage was crushed on the bones, creaking.

Zhao Yan suddenly shouted: "Stop~!"

The momentum of the foreman was revealed to the fullest. Zhao Yan worked in a research institute and studied all very vulgar doctors. He liked to study some eliminated things.

But that wretched doctor has a habit and uses modern craftsmanship for no reason, so he asked Zhao Yan to help him with any design and construction. He had to overcome difficulties and use primitive means to manufacture them.

For example, if you want to build an outdated cannon, just use a boring machine to make a barrel! But they just want Zhao Yan to make some iron mold cast cannon. They said that if you want a boring machine, you can build it slowly by yourself! Give you a starting point for technology in the tenth century.

What a thing! If it weren't for the money, I would have quit.

Because the command workers were so tired, they had to say everything. Sometimes they were not useful to say it once, and they had to explain it repeatedly. Gradually, Zhao Yan's anger became angry. He often called the workers to silence, and behind his quiet appearance, he had a rough voice.

Zhao Yan was very angry at this moment. Which bastard brought him to this ghost place? He also used human bones to scare him.

I think it was the vulgar doctor who was messing with him. Recently, the central government accidentally printed too much money. His salary was not enough to spend. After a while, he grabbed the old man and asked him to make his salary. His salary has not increased for four years.

With his loud shout, the carriage stopped immediately.

The middle-aged man sitting in front of the carriage drove the horse and lifted the curtain, leaned into his head and asked, "Young Master, what's the matter?"

"What is this?" Zhao Yan asked with a gloomy face.

"We have been traveling from Jinan for five or six days and are almost at Huang County." The middle-aged man looked dusty and replied to him after thinking about it.

"Is this Shandong?" Zhao Yan was shocked suddenly, and suddenly remembered that when he looked out just now, there were endless plains in front of him. Fujian was full of mountains. Even if there was a flat ground, he could see mountains from afar, and he did not see any modern traces on the road.

"Yes." The middle-aged man looked helpless. Half a month ago, he heard that his family was safe, and the little master hurriedly returned to Huangxian. But he fell down while getting on the horse. After waking up, he remembered nothing and even forgot his name. After he went back, he was inevitably punished.

Zhao Yan was shocked and confused, his eyes flashed sharply, and he asked, "Why are there anyone on the road?"

"Young Master, the miner has been making trouble in Denglai for two years. I heard that Dengzhou has three out of ten, but fortunately, the master's wife is safe and sound." The middle-aged man then said politely: "If you don't urinate, we should hurry up. You have not recovered from your serious illness, so you have to go back to recuperate earlier."

"What kind of mine disciple?" Zhao Yan ignored the middle-aged man's advice and asked calmly. He already felt that things were not that simple.

"The disciples of the Three Minings in Shandong are Mao Wenlong. Kong Youde and Shang Kexi. Mao Wenlong is the leader of the Three Minings. He had previously robbed Denglai and was later killed by Yuan Chonghuan. Kong Youde was the one who caused chaos in Shandong this time."

"Mao Wenlong, Kong Youde, Yuan Chonghuan..." Zhao Yan frowned, not knowing what he was thinking. The middle-aged man called out and ignored him. The middle-aged man then put down the curtain and continued to drive his horse.

"Can I run to the end of the Ming Dynasty? Or have I fallen into someone's trap?" Zhao Yan thought in his heart. He was familiar with history and knew everything about Yuan Chonghuan, Mao Wenlong, Kong Youde and others.

Mao Wenlong was definitely an ambitious and speculator. His military discipline was corrupt, he did not obey the command of the Ming Dynasty, took military pay, and disturbed the local area. He did things without principles, and he plundered Shandong and opened the market in the Qing Dynasty. He did everything that could strengthen his strength.

As for Yuan Chonghuan, many people say that he died of Huang Taiji's counter-espionage plan. But in fact, it is not so credible. This statement was released by the Qing Dynasty during the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty. People were victors and naturally said whatever they wanted. They could put the big hat of slaughtering Sichuan on Zhang Xianzhong's head, and naturally they could make up a counter-espionage plan to highlight Huang Taiji's wisdom and Chongzhen's ignorance.

What's more, Qianlong was specialized in this matter and was very active. He ruined many famous paintings. I heard that he wrote more than 20,000 poems, which was more than the poets of the Tang Dynasty. There was no famous poem.

Yuan Chonghuan's ability was actually not very good. It is unknown whether Nurhaci was killed by shelling. In addition, after he ruled Liaodong, he did not achieve great results. Later, the Qing Dynasty broke through the pass, and Yuan Chonghuan did not dare to resist head-on. In comparison, Lu Xiangsheng was much taller. The reason why he was cut off by Chongzhen was probably because Chongzhen felt that he had been deceived, because Yuan Chonghuan once promised him a few years to pacify Liaodong.

Mao fans and Yuan fans in later generations were just two opposing parties that were born out of the "discrimination plan" that did not know whether it existed. In order to make their views more convincing, they supported Mao and Yuan. Whether it was Mao or Yuan, it was not very good. The reason why Yuan Chonghuan was considered by many people as the "savior" in the late Ming Dynasty was that they were praised by the Qing Dynasty, in order to demonstrate Chongzhen's incompetence.

The real capable officials in the late Ming Dynasty should be Lu Xiangsheng and Sun Chuanting, one of whom is good at field combat and the other is good at business. As for Hong Chengchou, he valued too much personal gains and losses and finally became Han Ji.

Zhao Yan inferred from the middle-aged man's words that if he really returned to ancient times, time should have been shortly after Kong Youde's rebellion.

The Denglai Rebellion created by Kong Youde lasted for two years, affecting more than 10 counties in two prefectures and 10 counties. The reason why this rebellion spread was mainly caused by the mistakes in the Mingzheng and Affair's policy. Before Kong Youde's rebellion, Mingzheng and Affair failed to guard against the arrogant soldiers and generals of Mao Wenlong's subordinates. After the rebellion, most of the Mingzheng and Affair's officials were blindly in charge of pursuing and missed the opportunity. For example, at the beginning of the rebellion, Kong Youde's subordinates passed Qingzhou with only more than a thousand people. Yu Dacheng led 3,000 troops to pursue him, but he let him go, which gave Kong Youde's rebels a rest time and quickly expanded his team, conquering more than 10 county towns in a row, capturing or killing two Denglai governors, and one served as Shandong governor, which shocked the capital.

Zhao Yan leaned against the couch, raised the curtains and looked out.

My mind was messy, was it because someone was fooled or was really in the late Ming Dynasty?

...

After walking on the road for a long time, Zhao Yan was finally shocked.

Along the way, there were corpses and bones everywhere. From time to time, wild dogs eating corpses could be seen. They were all strong and their eyes were fierce when they saw people.

There are many villages along the way, but they are all silent. I can only see some people occasionally, and the farmland along the way is even more deserted. Among the dozens of acres of land, only one or two acres of land have crops.

This is definitely not a scene that modern people can arrange. Originally, Zhao Yan thought he might have gone to a place similar to "Trueman", but now it seems that this possible surname is almost equal to zero.

It really returned to ancient times, and human life was like grass in the late Ming Dynasty. The Ming Dynasty was in turmoil, with internal and external troubles constantly, and natural disasters [***] raging.

Zhao Yan was surprisingly calm, even so calm that he was a little nervous. His calmness came from his grasp. He learned a lot in the research institute before traveling through time, which was just in this era.

Suddenly, the obscene smile of the vulgar doctor appeared in his mind. Zhao Yan was shocked suddenly. Could it be that all this was arranged by that guy?

Did that old guy know that he was going to run back to ancient times?

Thinking of the mystery of that research institute, Zhao Yan couldn't help but feel cold. Maybe he was a guinea pig who knew nothing before.

He has not died in the experiment, but this body is not his. He does not know the identity of the original owner of this body, but there are thirty or forty people around him, and his status is obviously not low.

So Zhao Yan planned to wait and see if the boat arrived at the bridgehead and it would be straight!

After seeing the depressed scene along the way, Zhao Yan's mood was also a little desolate. This Dengzhou land was not only desolate, but also bandits were rampant, and he encountered several bandits on the way.

Fortunately, there are many people on his side, and under dozens of young and strong guards, the bandits did not have the idea of ​​hitting him.

Along the official road, I passed by a place called Beima Town. At this moment, Beima Town was already in ruins. Several people were sitting on the side of the road, carrying a big pot, and I don’t know what they were doing.

When I got closer, I saw that it was cooking meat. There was a corpse next to the big pot. The corpse was cut to pieces. A man was cutting flesh on the corpse and threw it into the big pot.

Zhao Yan covered his mouth and felt a sensation. He quickly put down the curtains. He had seen many descriptions of these scenes in history books, but when he actually saw them, he was frightened.

He sighed and the last surname Suo was lying in the carriage to sleep.

When he woke up, the middle-aged man who was driving the horse in front woke him up, "Young Master, you're home."

Zhao Yan walked out of the carriage with sleepy eyes, looked around, and found that it was in a mountainous area, with a small fort five or six meters high in front of him.

"Where is this?" Zhao Yan thought in wonder.

Just then, a woman in plain clothes was coming here with a group of people. When the middle-aged woman saw Zhao Yan, she shouted sadly: "Yan'er!"

Then he hugged him and started crying, which made Zhao Yan raise his hand a little.

"Madam... are you?" The middle-aged man couldn't help but ask in surprise when he saw the woman wearing a plain clothes.

"I was afraid that Yan'er would be worried in the letter, so I didn't mention it. Last year, your master took people to the county town to manage shops, but the county town was captured by the damn Kong Youde. Master..." The woman was crying as she said.

"Master..." When the middle-aged man heard about this, he immediately knelt down with a plop and cried. Zhao Yan's expression was a little dull, but he had no reaction.

"Yan'er...you..." The woman suddenly felt her son a little strange. The middle-aged man kneeling on the ground quickly looked up and said, "Madam, I should have died of a young crime and didn't take good care of the young master. The young master fell on his head on the way back. Now I can't remember anything. Please punish him."

"Oh! Fate! Fate!" The woman wiped her tears and waved her hand, "Forget it, let's talk about it later!"

Zhao Yan was hesitating about how to deal with it so that he would not get into trouble. At this moment, he was very happy when he heard the middle-aged man's words. He immediately made up his mind and just pretended to be stupid and would be OK.

The woman held Zhao Yan's arm and walked towards the small fort. The small fort was more than six meters high and there were many holes on it.

At first glance, this building was a fortress built by local tyrants in the Ming Dynasty.

The Ming Dynasty had very weak control over the local area, and the landlords and powerful people were mainstream forces. The atmosphere of building forts and protecting themselves was prevalent. Most of these forts were destroyed by war, but even in the 21st century, those forts could often be seen.

For example, the famous tourist attractions such as Yongding Tulou were built by rich people in the Ming Dynasty. There are also many village buildings crisscrossing, forming the Bagua and Nine Palace Formation. The alleys inside are circling around. If outsiders enter rashly, they will lose their direction.

The fortress is generally not allowed to live, and only hides in when foreign enemies invade. Zhao Yan and the group came to a good house. Although this house is not as grand, it is also considered a place where a top-notch family lives.

The woman did not hold the middle-aged man responsible. She sat down in the house and asked Zhao Yan, "Yan'er, have you ever remembered?"

Zhao Yan nodded, shook his head again, pretending to be stupid and said: "This place is very familiar, but I didn't remember where it is."

"What do the doctor said?" the woman turned her head and asked the middle-aged man.

"The doctor said that the young master should slowly remember some things. Whether it can recover depends on luck." The middle-aged man said truthfully.

"Hey, the Zhao family is destined to be such a disaster!" The woman sighed, with a sad face. She said to the middle-aged man for a long time: "Zhao Quan, please take people down to rest first! Thank you for your hard work on the road."

"Yes, madam." Zhao Quan retreated. Zhao Yan was the only one left in the room, and there was also a maid standing aside.

The woman then said something to Zhao Yan. Zhao Yan, a Xibei product, naturally did not dare to say anything, and continued to pretend to be stupid and stayed up first before talking.

"Yan'er, don't think about anything. Renovate your body first. Your father has gone, so you will feel at ease when you are with your mother." The woman patted Zhao Yan's back of her hand, and then wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes sadly.

"Oh!" Zhao Yan nodded, as if he had passed the test.

"Xiao Yuan, take the young master to rest!" the woman said to the maid next to her.

"Yes, madam." The maid was pretty and her soft voice was very beautiful, and she led Zhao Yan down.
Chapter completed!