Being a tour guide for historical celebrities, the motherland is amazed again

After hearing Wang Mang's words, Song Yingxing was stunned at first, and then showed an expression of disbelief.

"Could it be that Prince Fu's restoration of the Ming imperial family is so unbearable?"

"Mr. Song, how could I lie to you? If you don't believe me, ask Jiahe to bring you a copy of 'History of the Southern Ming Dynasty' next time."

"Nanming?"

"Yes, in the eyes of later generations, the orthodox Ming Dynasty perished after the death of Emperor Chongzhen. The small court established by the Ming Dynasty royal family in the south was collectively called the Southern Ming," said Wang Mang.

"According to the original history books, how many years did the Southern Ming Dynasty last?" Song Yingxing asked unwillingly.

"From now on, it's eighteen years. But the various courts of the Southern Ming Dynasty are also extremely corrupt and full of internal strife. If someone as upright and capable as you defected to them, I'm afraid you would be ostracized."

"So according to what Brother Wang said, this road is also blocked?"

"I... I don't know either. Anyway, you have to be cautious. The ancients said, 'A good bird chooses a tree to roost in, and a wise minister chooses a master to serve.' If you don't meet a wise master, no matter how many achievements you have, they will be buried and destroyed." Wang Mang's expression gradually became serious.

Song Yingxing didn't say anything, just lowered his head and remained silent.

"Brother Wang, since you are familiar with this history, can you give Mr. Song some pointers?" Su Jiahe asked from the side.

"Alas, the current situation is indeed difficult. Give me some time and let me think it over. Mr. Song, you should just focus on studying those technologies first."

As the night deepened, Su Jiahe had spent a few days in ancient times and had adapted to the ancient people's biological clock. He soon felt sleepy and fell asleep in his room until he was woken up by the crowing of a rooster in the morning.

"How come it's dawn so soon?" Wang Mang walked out of the bedroom staggeringly with dark circles under his eyes.

"Brother Wang, did you not sleep well?" Su Jiahe asked with concern as she looked at Wang Mang's tired appearance.

"Don't mention it, I didn't sleep all night." Wang Mang rubbed his eyes.

"Why?" Ever since Wang Mang moved into Su Jiahe's house, he has been able to eat and sleep well, and Su Jiahe has never seen him unable to sleep.

"Nothing, just thinking about what to do next."

The family was having breakfast when suddenly there was a knock on the door in the yard.

"Who is it?" asked the attendant Lao Zhao through the door.

"Does Song Yingxing live here?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Song Yingxing quickly stood up and opened the door. He saw an old man who looked somewhat like Song Yingxing but was a little older standing in front of the door.

"Brother, why are you here?"

When Su Jiahe heard Song Yingxing addressing him, he immediately understood that the man was Song Yingxing's brother Song Yingsheng.

Song Yingsheng walked into the room, looked around, and couldn't help showing a look of heartache.

"Chang Geng, although we have retired and returned to our hometown, life at home is still acceptable. At your age, why do you have to live in seclusion in such a desolate and miserable place?"

"Brother, I'm studying something and don't want to be disturbed by others."

"You have liked weird things since you were a child. I don't know what you are studying." Song Yingsheng looked at his younger brother, smiled bitterly, and sat on a low bench.

"I'm doing well here, and everything is fine at home."

"It's all good. Everyone is just thinking about you."

"Then...what about Yingtian? Is there any movement? My place is remote and I haven't heard any news from outside for a long time." Although Wang Mang had told himself that Prince Fu was unreliable, Song Yingxing still held on to the last glimmer of hope.

"Yingtian, ah!" Song Yingsheng sighed heavily.

"What's wrong?" Song Yingxing suddenly became nervous.

"I heard that on the side of Emperor Hongguang, Ma Shiying and other eunuchs controlled the government and excluded the upright officials. If there is constant internal strife, how can we resist the foreign enemies?"

Hearing Song Yingsheng say this, Song Yingxing's eyes dimmed completely.

"Well, let me tell you, that Zhu Yousong is not reliable either. Don't pin your hopes on him... um..."

Before Wang Mang could finish his words, Song Yingxing quickly covered his mouth.

"Brother Wang, the Emperor's name must not be mentioned. This is extremely disrespectful."

"Alright, alright," Wang Mang pried Song Yingxing's hand away. "There's no one around here. Are you still afraid of others hearing it?"

"Walls have ears, so you'd better be cautious, Brother Wang." Song Yingxing said with lingering fear.

At this time, Song Yingsheng's eyes had already fallen on Wang Mang.

"Who is this?"

"Hello, my name is Wang Mang, and I'm a friend of Mr. Song." Wang Mang quickly introduced himself.

"What a coincidence, he has the same name and surname as the emperor of the Xin Dynasty." Song Yingsheng said with a smile.

"Ah... yes, it's just a coincidence." Wang Mang also smiled perfunctorily.

"Why do you think that Emperor Hongguang is unreliable?"

"I..." Wang Mang didn't want to reveal his identity as a time traveler and didn't know how to answer for a moment.

"Brother, this prince is a remarkable man, very resourceful." Song Yingxing quickly rescued Wang Mang.

"Oh? I guess Brother Wang is a figure like Yuan Tiangang and Liu Bowen." Song Yingsheng said in surprise.

"I don't deserve it, I just know a little about divination and fortune-telling." Wang Mang quickly took the opportunity to back down.

"What about this girl?" Song Yingsheng looked at Su Jiahe again.

"She is my apprentice, her last name is Su, you can just call her Xiao Su."

"Ah?" Su Jiahe was stunned at first, then reacted and cooperated with Wang Mang in acting.

"Yes, I was an orphan since childhood. I was adopted by my master and have been traveling around with him."

"I see."

Seeing that Song Yingsheng had no doubts, Su Jiahe felt relieved.

Sure enough, when you go out, your identity is given by yourself.

The Song brothers exchanged pleasantries for a while, and when they mentioned the situation in the Ming Dynasty, they both shed tears.

"Chang Geng, I was hoping that Emperor Hongguang would be able to turn the tide, but now it seems that hope is slim. If the country is destroyed, I will follow the Ming Dynasty."

"Brother, why do you have to be so pessimistic?" Song Yingxing held his brother's hand and burst into tears.

Su Jiahe, who was standing by, couldn't help but feel a tightness in her heart. Historically, Song Yingsheng did commit suicide by taking poison in 1646.

"Okay, don't be discouraged. Who knows what will happen until the last moment?" Wang Mang walked over and patted Song Yingsheng on the shoulder. "I've thought about it and I have a plan that may be able to save the country."

"What?" The Song brothers both opened their eyes wide and looked at Wang Mang.

"Listen to me slowly. Saving the country won't happen overnight. It has to be done in stages. The first step is to get enough money."

"But we are just ordinary people. Where can we make money?" Song Yingxing frowned.

"It's definitely not possible in this desolate wilderness. We need to go to a prosperous place, like Jiangnan."

"Jiangnan? So, we still have to go and seek refuge with Emperor Hongguang?"

"No, no, no, we are just going there to do business." Wang Mang said.

"Brother Wang, do you also know how to do business?"

"Of course, my master started from scratch and made a fortune." Su Jiahe echoed.

"Chang Geng, do you want to follow your brother to Jiangnan to do business?" Song Yingsheng looked at Wang Mang with suspicion.

Song Yingxing lowered his head and pondered for a while, then slowly said, "Since my brother is trying to save the country, I will follow him wherever he goes."