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

Su Jiahe looked at it several times before confirming that it was a 1TB external hard drive. The trademark on it was slightly blurred, probably because it had been there for many years.

There was a letter under the hard drive. Su Jiahe unfolded the letter and found out that in ten years, Zhu Zhanji had led people to manually make a generator to charge electronic products.

And on the hard drive are photos of the complete "Yongle Encyclopedia".

"Oh my god, Zhu Zhanji's world has entered the electric age."

Su Jiahe, half-believing, connected the hard drive to the computer and, sure enough, saw a densely packed row of folders—a total of 22,877, each labeled with a title. Comparing them with some of the existing volumes, they were all identical.

Looking at the photos in front of him, Su Jiahe's eyes were extremely excited. He was afraid that the ten-year-old hard drive would suddenly crash, so he immediately made a backup in the cloud disk.

At nine o'clock in the evening, all the files were backed up. Su Jiahe wrapped the hard drive in three layers, placed it in a box, and took a taxi to the "Small Town Listening to Fragrance" bar.

There were no customers in the store. Chen Ou was sitting in the innermost seat, playing with his mobile phone alone.

"Chen Ou, I'm here." Su Jiahe sat opposite Chen Ou.

"Oh?" Chen Ou put down his phone. "Did you get any treasure?"

"I have a digital photocopy of the complete Yongle Encyclopedia. Do you believe it?"

"Okay, give it to me." Chen Ou said lightly.

"Is that all?" Su Jiahe put the wooden box on the table.

"It's getting dark, be careful when you go back." Chen Ou said as he put the wooden box away.

Su Jiahe returned home and carefully examined the treasures given by other tourists.

Although the system prompted that Chen Ou could be trusted, just in case, she only sent the backup copy of the Yongle Encyclopedia this time.

As for the rest, let’s talk about it after confirming that he is reliable.

Su Jiahe took a hot bath and had a good sleep. The next day, she stood downstairs early, waiting for new tourists.

It was already ten o'clock and the system prompt sounded.

[The seventh tourist has arrived. Please start the mission.]

But Su Jiahe walked around downstairs and didn't see any ancient people appear. There was only a young man standing under the tree, walking towards Su Jiahe somewhat stiffly.

"Miss, are you Chinese? Where is this place?"

The man had short hair, wore a white vest, baggy black shorts, a pair of black cloth shoes, and revealed his muscular arms.

Su Jiahe vaguely felt that the person in front of him looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before.

"This is Fangzhou Hua Ting, where are you going?"

"Fangzhou Hua Ting? How can it be a Chinese place name? Am I not already in America?" The man looked bewildered. "Miss, do you know how to get to Los Angeles? I have a competition to attend and I'm almost late."

Los Angeles?

With this keyword, I quickly remembered who the other person was.

She had seen this energetic face in modern history textbooks.

"Senior Liu Changchun, it turns out to be you!"

Su Jiahe's blood boiled and she grabbed Liu Changchun's hand.

In 1932, sprinter Liu Changchun traveled thousands of miles alone to become the first Chinese to compete in the Olympics. Su Jiahe also admired this hero.

"Miss, do you know me?" Liu Changchun looked surprised.

"Senior, please come upstairs with me and I will explain it to you slowly."

After a while, Liu Changchun realized that he had traveled through time.

"I never thought that I would be able to see with my own eyes what China will be like ninety years from now." Liu Changchun looked at the scenery outside the window, tears of excitement flashing in his eyes.

"Miss Su, have the Japanese invaders been driven away now?"

"They were driven away a long time ago, almost eighty years ago."

"Is there still war on the land of China?"

"No, we love peace and hope our country will be prosperous and our people will live in peace."

"Do we have all the foreigners' planes and cannons?"

“Yes, and we are world-leading.”

“How are people doing?”

"Good, everyone can have enough food and clothing, and can also study."

"Really, really?" Liu Changchun cried with joy when he heard Su Jiahe's answer.

"Great, we won!"

This high-spirited young man, with indescribable joy in his heart, ran around the living room happily.

Seeing Liu Changchun's joyful expression, Su Jiahe also shed tears.

Some of the previous tourists came from the prosperous times, some from the end of the dynasty, but only Liu Changchun came from the most desperate and lowest moment in Chinese history.

"Senior, where do you want to travel?"

"Miss Su, don't call me senior. I am about the same age as you now. Just call me big brother." Liu Changchun said a little embarrassedly.

"Okay then, Brother Liu, where do you want to go?"

"Well..." Liu Changchun hesitated for a moment, "I haven't been to many places, and I don't know where to go. I'll just listen to you."

At this moment, Su Jiahe's cell phone rang, and a news APP pushed a message - [The Paris Olympics will open tomorrow].

Su Jiahe suddenly remembered that it was time for the quadrennial Olympic Games again.

"Brother Liu, you came at the right time. Let's go watch the Olympics."

"Are we having the Olympics again? Where are they this time?"

"In France, I'll buy you a plane ticket and we'll be there tomorrow."

【ding dong】

[Host, your and the tourist's visas have been automatically processed]

As the system prompt sounded, Su Jiahe's pocket showed Liu Changchun's complete set of documents and his own passport. After opening the passport, he found the stamp from the visa office.

Well, the system works very efficiently this time.

Su Jiahe booked a ticket, packed her luggage, gave Tangqiu some food and water, and went out with Liu Changchun.

There was still some time before the plane took off, so Su Jiahe took Liu Changchun for a walk on the street first.

Looking at the tall buildings on both sides of the road, the light rail passing in the air, and the motor vehicles filling the streets, Liu Changchun was filled with amazement.

"I heard that only America has such a prosperous city. Do we have one?"

"Not only do we have it, we have a lot more."

"In less than a hundred years, everything has changed!"

Looking at Liu Changchun's surprised expression, Su Jiahe felt a little sad.

It is normal for the ancients before them not to understand the modern times, but Liu Changchun is only ninety years older than me.

Ninety years ago, China was still enduring thousands of years of poverty, backwardness and war.

At noon, the two had hot pot and then took a taxi to the airport.

"Life after tomorrow is so good. It only takes one day to go abroad." Liu Changchun said enviously as he looked at the planes outside the airport hall.

"Brother Liu, you actually had a plane back then, right?"

"Yes, there are, but only the rich and powerful can afford it. We save up all the money for our daily training, so we can't afford to buy plane tickets. We can only leave a few months in advance and fly across the ocean."

"Ah? It must be very tiring to drift on the sea for several months." Su Jiahe felt like his body was about to fall apart just thinking about it.

"Yes, I was not used to the climate on the boat and was often seasick. I couldn't complete the training. After getting off the boat, I felt completely limp."

"Alas," Su Jiahe sighed helplessly, "How can I possibly perform well after all this trouble?"

"Actually, I know I won't get a very good ranking," Liu Changchun said, "but I want to let the world know that my motherland still exists!"