Nanming Engineer

Chapter 2 The Sad Traveler

The name of the little monk is Wang Huan. In the world hundreds of years later, he is also called Wang Huan, but he is not a monk, but a senior student of a genuine mining university. He is in the stage of graduation practice and has entered a huge mining company as a The intern brother, with his solid theoretical foundation and reliable field operation experience, has already gained a firm foothold in the company and is appreciated by his boss. The company's vice president of personnel has already talked to him and plans to formally sign the contract after he graduates .

Compared with most students who still don't know what to do after graduation, Wang Huan is a very successful leader. It seems to be a matter of course for him to get promoted and raise his salary, marry Bai Fumei, and reach the pinnacle of life. College classmates gathered to celebrate the signing of the contract for him. Wang Huan is also a bold type. He was unconscious after drinking at the food stall. When he woke up, he found that he had actually timetraveled.

It's nothing to time travel, maybe based on what he has learned, he can dig a gold mine in ancient times and be Shen Wansan for a lifetime, enjoying the wealth and honor in the world.Unfortunately, Wang Huan happened to travel to the end of the Ming Dynasty, the era of war and chaos, and he was so lucky that he possessed a helpless and lonely boy.

When he found out with great difficulty that it was now April of the first year of Hongguang in the Ming Dynasty, and that he was in the city of Yangzhou, he almost passed out, because Wang Huan, who had excellent historical achievements, knew that the era he traveled to was exactly the Ming dynasty. At the end of the Qing Dynasty, when Shi Kefa died for his country in Yangzhou.Outside the city, Duoduo, the Manchu Prince of Yu in the Qing Dynasty, surrounded the isolated city of Yangzhou so that even mice could not escape, and the tragic ten-day massacre of Yangzhou was about to happen.

After recovering from humming and humming alone in the corner, Wang Huan came to his senses. First, he looked squarely at the life experience of the current deity, and found that this young man was born in a poor peasant family. During the war, he fled to Yangzhou city to beg for a living. He was not as lucky as the other traversers who possessed the sons of wealthy families, and felt even more sad.Wang Huan tried his best to recall, but he vaguely remembered that there was a record in a history book that the Qing soldiers did not kill the monks to carry the corpses, so in order to save their lives, they resolutely rushed into a temple, hugged the abbot's thigh and wailed Crying loudly, determined to shave off three thousand threads of troubles, and wholeheartedly wanted to serve the ancient Buddha of Qingdeng, so moved the old abbot that he accepted the little novice monk on the spot.

Before he had time to give him a dharma name, the city of Yangzhou was destroyed the next day. Qing soldiers rushed into the city like wolves and tigers, and started burning, killing and looting without any suspense. It was slightly different from what Wang Huan expected. The soldiers did not care about the solemnity of the temple, so they also entered the temple where they were hiding, chopped off the abbot who wanted to reason with them, searched the temple for all valuables, and even removed the golden Tathagata statue from the Daxiong Hall.

The monks in the temple died and fled, and the remaining ten or so young monks who were about the same size as themselves were locked up in the firewood room in the temple by the Qing soldiers and used as corpse carriers because there were too many dead bodies in the city. If it is not cleaned up and moved away in time, the plague will easily break out, which is what the Qing soldiers do not want to see.

For several days in a row, Wang Huan witnessed killing scenes like Shura Hell every day. Wang Huan's world view has collapsed. How can people be so cruel?Although they were of different races, basically all the soldiers in the city had fled, and the rest were just ordinary people, unarmed and powerless to resist. How could there be such an army that took pure pleasure in killing people?The education Wang Huan has received has always been the concept of national harmony and greater China. Although he also knows that in the world hundreds of years ago, the concept of nation was still as opposed to the country, but the confrontation has reached this point. Unexpected.

His heart was completely in despair. In such a world, he was as insignificant as a grass. Even though he was full of ideas and learned enough to revitalize the country, he had no use for it. He could completely imagine his future. The end result was to be taken as a slave by a Manchu nobleman, to work miserably in the fields for a lifetime, and finally to die without dignity.

"Your sister, I may be the saddest person in the history of time travel!" Wang Huan thought, looking at the long knife that was about to cut himself in half, and said to himself in grief and indignation.

Just be free like this. I don't belong to this world, and I can't change this world. It's better to die, it's the best to die, and it's a hundred times better to die!
The strong wind brought by the blade had already cut his skin, but Wang Huan still looked at the yellow-faced soldier and the knife in his hand without blinking, even a little smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This smile made the yellow-faced soldier's heart tremble, and made him even more annoyed: "I've seen someone who is not afraid of death, but this is the first one who dares to laugh at me like this. This little monk can't keep him, he must be hacked to death! "

With a murderous heart in his heart, the movements of his hands were naturally a little faster. Seeing that Wang Huan was about to splatter blood on the spot, his body and head were separated, and the young monks who shrank behind had changed from screaming to screaming. The two little monks even jumped out in desperation, trying to drag Wang Huan away who was standing still.

At the critical moment, a big hand suddenly stretched out from behind the yellow-faced soldier, firmly holding the yellow-faced soldier's arm and stopping his slashing sword. The yellow-faced soldier used all his strength to slash with the sword, and was struck by He suddenly stopped halfway, almost broke his wrist, and hurriedly let go and threw the knife, only to avoid the dislocation of his wrist.

The flying steel knife brushed Wang Huan's ear and flew out. With a crisp "pop!", it penetrated into a section of earth wall several feet away, halfway in, and the handle of the knife was still buzzing. trembling.

Wang Huan didn't realize it, and he was still on the spot without any reaction, until two young monks, one tall and one short behind him, rushed up and dragged him away forcibly.

The taller young monk had thick eyebrows and thick eyes. Seeing Wang Huan's eyes straightened as if he was dumbfounded, he knew that he had walked through a life-and-death situation. Fan him over.

Wang Huan opened his eyes ignorantly, and it took a while to understand what was going on, touched his face that was almost bleeding from the beating, and said to the tall little monk with a wry smile: "Chen Ergou, your attack is really dark. "

The tall little monk didn't think so, and smiled innocently, but the short little monk said happily, "Er Gou is saving you. You were so frightened just now. Thanks to his two slaps, he slapped you back."

Wang Huan's smile became even more bitter, and he thought: What are you doing to help me?What is the meaning of my life in this world?But having said that, who is so bold as to dare to save me under the knife of Qing soldiers?
He struggled to get up, and quickly looked at the yellow-faced soldiers.

The yellow-faced soldier stood where he was, with an even more resentful and terribly gloomy expression on his face. He rubbed his wrist with his left hand, stared at a pair of goldfish eyes and yelled viciously at a burly man who was also wearing Qing soldier armor: "Old Li!" Three, what the hell do you mean?"

The burly man is at least 1.8 meters tall, with wide ears, a puffy beard from the left ear to the right ear, a high nose and big mouth, thick eyebrows, a pair of eyes the size of copper bells, deep lines on his forehead, weather-beaten, showing the battlefield Veteran style.He put his right hand back behind his back, expressionless and silent, it seems that he was the one who stopped the yellow-faced soldier just now.He didn't speak, but another Qing soldier flashed out behind him, stopped in front of the yellow-faced soldier, and shouted in a deep voice: "Tian Xiong, don't be rude! How dare you yell at Lord General!"

This person is tall and tall, not much shorter than the burly man, but much younger in age. He also has a high nose bridge and big eyes, with powerful tiger eyes. When he stands there, he is imposing and murderous. The yellow-faced soldier Ding Tianxiong seems to be interested He was a little scared, and involuntarily took a step back, his face was timid, and then he remembered something, "hahaha" laughed a few times, and said gloomyly: "General? Li Yan, you are still the third brother Li Is it an officer in the general? No matter, you are his own soldier, you can treat him as your father, but don’t play with me! Liu Zongbing has led us to vote for the Qing Dynasty, and we are the soldiers of the Qing Dynasty. Everyone is a soldier, who the hell cares about Ming Dynasty officials?"

The more he talked, the more complacent he became, and he pointed at Li Yan's nose and cursed: "How dare you use the official position of the Ming Dynasty to suppress me? Do you still think about the benefits of the Ming Dynasty and refuse to sincerely join the Qing Dynasty? In Cao Ying's tricks? Believe it or not, I will report to Mr. Ezhen and cut off the heads of both of you!"

Li Yan's face was handsome, youthful and energetic. When Tian Xiong provoked him, the veins on his forehead popped out, and his eyes almost burst into flames. He stared at Tian Xiong furiously, put his right hand on the handle of the knife, and was about to draw the knife immediately.

Tian Xiong said so loudly, seeing that Li Yan was about to cut him down, he became frightened, stepped back a few steps, and exclaimed in alarm: "What? You, you want to rebel?"

Li Yan took a step forward, and just pulled out the knife an inch, when he was stopped by the burly man Li Laosan.

Li Laosan pushed Li Yan's knife handle back into its sheath and whispered: "Don't make mistakes, calm down!"

Li Yan swept around and saw that the soldiers escorting the group of young monks had already dispersed, with spears in their hands raised up, intentionally or unintentionally surrounding the two of them.With a cold snort, he said, "My lord, I haven't paid attention to these chickens and dogs!"

Li Laosan sighed and said: "You and I have surrendered to the Qing Dynasty, so there is no need to fight bravely here. Remember my words, a good head should be used at the right time, and don't lose your life in vain, especially with such a small person." people."

After saying that, Li Laosan stepped forward and said coldly to Tian Xiong, who was staring at him: "Tian Xiong, since we all followed General Liu and surrendered to the Qing Dynasty at the same time, we are also considered colleagues from two generations, how could we do something arrogant? You just talked nonsense and framed me, aren't you afraid that I will report to General Liu? When the time comes, we will see who loses his head first!"

Tian Xiong was startled, and he understood in his heart that in terms of his relationship with the commander-in-chief Liu Liangzuo, he could not keep up with the man in front of him even if he wanted to flatter him. And Commander-in-Chief Liu was a popular figure among the Manchu nobles. Although he was a guerrilla, Li Laosan Because he doesn't want to lead the army, he would rather be an ordinary soldier, but if he really goes to the top, he is afraid that he will suffer a loss.

Thinking of this, Tian Xiong blew all his nerves, but forced himself to hiss: "Then why did you stop me just now?"

Li Laosan took another step closer, and said with cold eyes: "Why? You beat up these monks, and you want us to carry the corpses by ourselves?"

The few soldiers around looked at each other, and they all felt that what Li Laosan said was reasonable. In addition, these people were all Han soldiers, and Li Laosan still had his prestige, so he unconsciously put down the spear in his hand. Tian Xiong was even more speechless, so he could only hold his breath in his heart, and shouted at a group of young monks: "What the hell are you doing shrinking back? Hurry up and move the corpse, and wait for the old man to catch me with a knife?"

(End of this chapter)