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

"Lord Qian recommended you to me because he learned that you were making firearms to resist the Qing army." Shi Kefa looked at Wang Mang meaningfully.

"In that case, I thank Master Shi and Master Qian." Wang Mang breathed a sigh of relief. "Now, I will present the firearms to the Ming army, hoping to preserve Yangzhou and repel the Qing army."

"Well, that's good. Come on, arrange guest rooms for you guys so you can stay in Yangzhou." Shi Kefa nodded with satisfaction.

When he returned to the guest room, Song Yingxing was still in shock and the cold sweat on his head had not yet dried.

"It turns out that our every move has been known for a long time. Fortunately, we met a good person."

"Mr. Song, I'm sorry for scaring you."

Wang Mang had only heard that the Ming Dynasty's intelligence agencies were well-developed, but he had never imagined they were so pervasive. Fortunately, despite a minor incident, the goal was ultimately achieved.

With Wang Mang's assistance, Shi Kefa secured Sizhou and Xuyi. By May, the fighting had yet to reach Yangzhou. Su Jiahe, however, was in charge of logistics, traveling back and forth between the two regions to transport supplies.

A month later, the Ming army had essentially mastered the production of new firearms and antibiotics, establishing numerous firearms camps and pharmaceutical workshops across Jiangnan. With the aid of technology, the Ming army's combat effectiveness steadily increased, effectively achieving a dimensionality reduction attack on the Qing army.

By the end of the year, the Ming army finally recaptured Shuntian and regained its throne.

On the day they returned to Shuntian, everyone held a grand banquet to celebrate their victory.

"Brother Wang, thanks to your help, I was able to recover the Ming Dynasty." Song Yingxing held Wang Mang's hand, tears streaming down his face with excitement.

"Okay, you're welcome. Just live your life peacefully from now on. We're going back."

"Where are you going, Brother Wang?" Feng Menglong asked curiously.

"Taoism says, when you have accomplished your mission, you should retire. It is the way of heaven. Of course I must go where I am supposed to go."

"Well then," Feng Menglong nodded, "I've long seen that Brother Wang and Miss Su are not ordinary people."

"Brother Wang, Miss Su, take care of yourselves." Although Song Yingxing was reluctant to leave them, he knew that they did not belong to this era and would have to go back sooner or later.

Everyone was toasting each other, not realizing the dawn had already arrived. Before anyone got up, Su Jiahe and Wang Mang traveled back to the modern era.

【ding dong】

[Congratulations, the time traveler has completed the "Anti-Qing" system task in the late Ming Dynasty plane]

"So there's a mission for this time travel." Su Jiahe was startled by the system's voice.

"Of course, but I am the one who took charge of this mission," said Wang Mang.

"Oh, so that's why you're so determined to stay there and fight against the Qing." Su Jiahe then remembered that when the system gave him the Time Certificate, it did say that there would be a mission every time he traveled through time.

[From now on, the time limit for the Time Document to travel through time has been increased to 900 years, and the number of people who can travel through time has been increased to four]

"900 years? Then we can go to the Song Dynasty next time." Su Jiahe lowered his head and calculated, and was shocked.

"Sister Su, Brother Wang, you are both back. You should stay here from now on." Daji saw the two of them and hurried over.

"We won't leave for now." Wang Mang said, walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa.

"The sofa is more comfortable now, and the house is spacious."

"Sister Su, I hope you guys are not hurt over there." He Shuangqing took Su Jiahe's hand and looked her up and down.

"No, I've been in charge of logistics, so there's no danger." Su Jiahe said, "By the way, what time is it now? What month and day is it?"

"January 2nd, it's past ten at night. We've all been up, waiting for you."

Su Jiahe calculated that a year and a half had passed over there, and two days and one night had passed over here. It was indeed one year over there and one day over here.

"Sister Su, did you win in the end?" Liu Ziluan asked curiously.

Before Su Jiahe could answer, Wang Mang interrupted her.

"Of course, under our guidance, the Ming Dynasty defeated the Qing army and recovered its territory..."

Next, Wang Mang spoke for ten minutes, describing how he used his historical knowledge to open up a God's perspective and assist Shi Kefa in repelling the Qing army and defending Jiangnan.

"Grandpa Wang is so awesome!" The three boys applauded in unison after hearing about Wang Mang's deeds.

"Don't call me grandpa. I told you all to call me big brother so as not to mess up the generations."

"Brother Wang, I didn't expect you to be so talented. Why don't you stay there and continue to be the emperor this time?" Su Jiahe asked.

"Stop, stop," Wang Mang waved his hand. "Forget about being an emperor. Shi Kefa asked me to be an official, but I refused. I've figured it out now. Even if I were an emperor or a general, it wouldn't be as comfortable as my current life."

"Okay, it's getting late, let's all go to bed. I didn't spend New Year's Day with you all this time, let's make it up on the weekend." Su Jiahe said to everyone.

Two days later, Su Jiahe received a reply from Song Yingxing.

The letter stated that after Wang Mang's departure, Song Yingxing served as director of the Ministry of Works, retiring ten years later. During this period, Ming technology advanced rapidly, and society flourished. Popular legends spread that an immortal named Wang, along with a female disciple, had saved the Ming from imminent danger.

"Haha, it turns out I have become an immortal." Wang Mang couldn't help but burst into laughter after reading the letter.

"Sister Su, what is Grandpa Wang laughing at? Where did you go a few days ago?" Yingying ran over happily.

"We went to a very interesting place. Can I take you there next time?" Wang Mang looked at Yingying kindly.

"Okay, take me with you."

Yingying speaks much more fluently and is now no different from a normal child.

"Sister Su, will there be guests coming to our house in the future?"

Su Jiahe knew that the guests Yingying was talking about were tourists from the past.

"Well, let's take a few days off and then invite guests over."

"Jiahe, we still need to receive tourists?"

"Of course. Make more money so you can be fully prepared next time you travel through time, and you won't have to run around in such a hurry."

"But can you wait a few more days so I can rest?"

"Okay, I'll take a break too."

Although only two days had passed in the real world, the hard work of more than a year during the late Ming Dynasty was real. Wang Mang and Su Jiahe lay on the balcony every day to bask in the sun. After a week, they recovered their strength and were able to receive tourists again.

"I had a very good chat with Mr. Song last time. I wonder who it will be this time." Wang Mang stood in front of the villa, looking at the door expectantly.

【ding dong】

The 22nd tourist has arrived.

In a blink of an eye, a middle-aged man in a blue shirt appeared in the yard.

"Hey, the person coming this time is my age again. We will definitely be able to chat with each other." Wang Mang was a little happy.

When the man saw Su Jiahe and Wang Mang, he was stunned at first, then he walked forward quickly.