I traveled through time without patched pants, I was the richest man in the Republic of China

The rolling green waves cannot block the blazing sun, the chirping of cicadas in the afternoon cannot wake me up from my sleepiness, and in the brightly lit classroom, a gray-haired old man is writing a few big words on the blackboard.

"On the fate of the nation in modern times!"

The students, who had been listless at first, instantly became energetic. Having grown up with a materialistic education, they had never heard anyone talk about the destiny of a country in a formal setting.

A pretty girl nudged the sleeping boy beside her with her elbow.

"Lu Zixuan, wake up quickly. The paper you submitted has been selected, and Professor Weidong is giving the lecture himself."

Unfortunately, the only answer she got was snoring.

"Quiet!"

If someone else said this, it might not have this effect, but the old man in front of me is a figure rarely seen in the news.

In a multimedia classroom full of students, when it becomes quiet, you can hear a pin drop, so snoring is particularly obvious.

The white-haired old man, like everyone else, looked in the direction of the snoring and saw a handsome young man suddenly stand up.

"Long live New China!"

The young student clenched his fists, veins appeared on his forehead, and his eyes were red and determined.

Everyone in the classroom was stunned at first, then burst into laughter, and finally, when they saw the old man's eyes filled with tears on the podium, they became extremely quiet.

Wei Dong looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar face, opened his mouth again and again, but could not utter a complete sentence.

The female voice pulled the confused classmate down, "Okay, Lu Zixuan, you are good, I will do the same to resolve the embarrassment next time."

Lu Pingsheng ignored the girls' chattering. His mind was blank, his brain was empty, and only his beating heart declared that he was still alive.

"Silly?"

Zhang Zixuan felt that this guy was very strange today. He had clearly prepared for Mr. Wei's class all night and even reserved a seat in advance, but he fell asleep in class.

He looked so stupid after waking up. I wonder if it was a nightmare.

Lu Pingsheng looked at his intact hands. There was no skin broken by the bamboo sticks, no burning pain in his stomach from the chili water, and no skin and flesh torn by the spiked steel whip.

"Lu Zixuan, I just had a dream. In the dream, I was helping my mother kill a pig. Suddenly, I was in front of a blur and I was in the body of a man named Zeng Baoshu who was beside the emperor of Manchukuo. It was the moment when I was meeting the emperor of Japan."

When Lu Pingsheng heard the familiar name, he slowly turned his head and looked at the chattering girls. His mind gradually became clearer.

"and then?"

"I was so happy. Here came the chance to open a separate page in the family tree. My mother flashed before my eyes, holding a butcher knife and yelling at me fiercely: Our family's butchering skill is inherited from our ancestors. Your ancestor Zhang Fei was a man who rode a horse with a sword in hand. He would cut with a white knife and take out a red knife. If a pig didn't bleed three feet, it wasn't a good pig..."

Lu Pingsheng thought about it and remembered that Zhang Zixuan was a very steady classmate who didn’t talk so much nonsense.

"So when I was shaking hands with the Emperor, I grabbed the butcher knife in my mother's hand in my mind, raised my hand and chopped her off, from head to hip, blood mixed with intestines splashed..."

The corners of Lu Pingsheng's mouth twitched, and then he heard the old man on the stage speak in a loud voice.

"In July of 1937, the Japanese invaded China in an all-out manner. The troops in Peking were well-equipped and kept fighting."

"On the day of the Battle of Shanghai in August, the Japanese emperor was assassinated in front of the world's media, and then many Japanese military factories were bombed by air raids..."

"Comrade Xingguang fell on the eve of dawn at the age of 26. Although he did not see the light, the dawn belonged to him, and the red flag also belonged to him..."

Lu Pingsheng looked at the white-haired old man on the stage, and he seemed to remember everything.

He is Lu Zixuan and also Lu Pingsheng.

He went back to the past of that world and changed the future of this world.

The people and things in memory are very vivid.

After class, he watched Zhang Zixuan dancing and telling her classmates about her dreams, and he also wanted to say: I also have countless stories to tell.

About Xu Manhua, Wu Ziyang, Little Nanjing, Many Fish, Xu Lanjie, Little Wuzi, Bai Xingzhou, Xiao Ding...

One by one, they passed by him vividly and turned into various faces in the textbooks, except for the little girl with shallow dimples, whom he could never find any trace of.

It was as if she had never appeared.

At the end of the long corridor outside the classroom, Lu Pingsheng saw an old man with white hair.

He wore a string of Buddhist beads on the wrist of his left hand, which was holding a cane. In the middle was a relic that looked very familiar.

"An old friend asked me to bring a message to you." Wei Dong looked at Lu Pingsheng's face with a nostalgic tone.

Lupin's unreliable golden finger is still there, and his age, origin and name are all very clear, but no one expected that the greedy Douding could achieve such success.

Hearing Wei Dong's words, his heart was filled with waves of emotion.

"She said that you still owe her a lot of gold..."

Lu Pingsheng's nose felt sore and the corners of his eyes turned red. "She, where is she?"

Weidong and the old monk studied and practiced, and already knew the cause and effect of the world, the cycle of heaven, and were very accepting of these strange people and things.

"When she went to save Nong, Nong had already died tragically. She settled her family and took the map to look for treasure..."

A long time after Weidong left, Lu Pingsheng stood there blankly, his mind repeating his words: "Brother Ala is a woman..."

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Are you scared?

I have been struggling with this for a long time. There is still a lot of things left to write about this book, and I don’t want it to end like this.

Most of the time, things in this world are not satisfactory, so it's not surprising that I happen to experience two or three of them.

No matter I am good or bad, many treasures have accompanied me all the way from beginning to end. Sanqi sincerely says here:

Thank you!

I will write this extra chapter first and try to fill in the remaining gaps.

The ones I am planning to write about now include: Many Fish, Sister Xu Lan, Sister Xu Gui, Wu Ziyang, Little Nanjing, Weidong...

More things will be explained in the extra stories of these people. If you have any gaps that you want to be filled, please leave me a message and I will fill them in one by one.

———As usual, thanks to the readers! ———

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