Siheyuan, a comfortable life under Zhengyang Gate

At 10:50 a.m. the next day, the plane on which Yang Yukun's family of five and his master took off took off from the Imperial Capital Airport.

After a three-hour flight, the plane landed at Incheon Airport in Seoul, South Korea at 1:50 p.m.

"Is this South Korea? Are we leaving the country now?"

"Yes, master, where we are now is Seoul, South Korea."

Xu Jingping said: "The style of these buildings is similar to our domestic ancient buildings."

"After all, Goryeo was once our vassal country and was deeply influenced by our Xia culture. Not only Goryeo, but all surrounding countries are deeply influenced by our culture."

"Disciple, Jingping, can you understand the language of Nan Goryeo?"

"If you don't understand, we can find a translator."

Yang Yukun has no problem with Mao Xiong Mandarin. When he was in college, he took Mao Xiong Mandarin as an elective.

The first time he went to the Mao Xiong Country to engage in barter trade, he acted as translator for Han Chunming, Yang Huajian, and Mao Tutu.

He can speak a little bit of English, but he really doesn't know Korean.

But it doesn't matter. I can only spend money to find a translator who understands Xia Mandarin.

"Where can I find a translator?"

"Master, don't worry. I've already found a translator. Look over there."

Yang Yukun reminded Xu Jingping and the master to look in the direction of the exit. The translator to pick them up had already arrived and was holding a sign with his name on it to pick them up at the exit.

He doesn't speak Korean and is coming to Korea. Naturally, Yang Yukun will not come here without any preparation. He is not a fool.

As early as a few days ago, he had contacted his disciple Liu Yuehua, who was preparing for the competition in Seoul, South Korea, and asked this boy to find the leader of the Xia Guo team that was going to the Seoul Olympics this time, and help find them a person in Seoul who could understand Xia Guo dialect. translate.

"Hello, I am Yang Yukun, the person you want to pick up."

After getting closer.

Yang Yukun greeted the translator who picked them up.

He was a young man, not very old, probably about twenty years old.

"Hello Mr. Yang, my name is Mingjun. Welcome to South Korea."

"Xia Guo speaks very well. If I didn't know you were from South Korea, I would have thought you were from Xia Guo."

Yang Yukun and others were quite surprised to hear the translator named Mingjun speaking in Xia dialect. The standard Xia dialect actually sounded like a southwest accent.

"Actually, I am half a Xia native. Our family's ancestral home is in Yuzhou, Xia State, and I have learned to speak Xia dialect since I was a child."

"No wonder I heard you speak with a Sichuan accent. Your ancestral home is Yuzhou and your surname is Ming. So you are a descendant of Ming Yuzhen?"

"Yes, our ancestor is Ming Yuzhen. Mr. Yang, do you also know our ancestor?"

"During the late Yuan Dynasty, the emperor of the Daxia regime, Ming Yuzhen's Ruiling Mausoleum was discovered in Yuzhou in 1982."

Yang Yukun really knows Ming Yuzhen.

He was from Yuzhou in his previous life and had seen relevant information about Ming Yuzhen in the history of Yuzhou.

He has followed his master to play with old objects all his life, and he also knows the history of Xia Kingdom at all stages.

Ming Yuzhen was from Suizhou in Jingchu and a general under Xu Shouhui.

Later, Chen Youliang killed Xu Shouhui and proclaimed himself emperor, and Ming Yuzhen severed ties with Chen Youliang.

In 1362, Ming Yuzhen proclaimed himself emperor in Yuzhou, and the country was named Daxia.

This was a very capable emperor, but unfortunately his life was short-lived and he died after reigning for only six years.

After Ming Yuzhen's death, Prince Mingsheng succeeded to the throne. In June 1371, the Ming army arrived in Yuzhou. Ming Sheng came out and surrendered, and was named Marquis of Guiyi by Zhu Yuanzhang.

Because he hung out with Guidehou Chen Li, the son of Chen Youliang, he complained about Zhu Yuanzhang. After Zhu Yuanzhang found out, he sent Ming Sheng and Chen Li to Korea with a wave of his hand.

The Ming clan of Korea are all descendants of Ming Sheng, and they return to Yuzhou every year to worship their ancestors.

"Mr. Yang, I didn't expect you to know so much about our situation. Thank you."

"Although this is your family matter, it is also a page in the long history of our Xia Kingdom. I happen to have an understanding of this history, so you don't need to say thank you to me. Instead, I have to thank you. Next It’s been a hard time for you.”

"No hard work, Mr. Yang, can I take you to the hotel first?"

"it is good."

"Because of the Olympics, there are many tourists coming to Seoul, which makes the hotel a little nervous. But don't worry, I have already booked the hotel for you. The hotel has also arranged a car to pick you up, right outside."

Mingjun took the suitcase from Yang Yukun and led Yang Yukun to the parking place.

He is a student at Seoul University. Because the 24th Summer Olympics was held in Seoul, a large number of foreign tourists poured into Seoul.

There are many foreign tourists, and those who cannot speak Korean will naturally need translation.

Because he could speak fluent Xia Guohua, Mingjun got the job of translator.

On the way to the hotel, Mingjun and Yang Yukun introduced the situation in South Korea.

"Mr. Yang, I wonder what your plans are next?"

"There are still a few days until the opening of the Olympic Games. You can show us around in these few days."

"it is good."

After settling in the hotel, Yang Yukun's family of five and his master went to a restaurant for dinner under the leadership of Mingjun.

There really isn’t much delicious food in South Korea. Even the rice dumplings, flat rice dumplings, and baby corn are all said to be unpalatable.

"This kimchi is not as delicious as the little pickles made by my mother."

"The pickles in the tavern are really delicious. It's a pity that the tavern is closed, so we can no longer eat the pickles in the tavern."

"My mother pickled some more before. Master, when we return to the imperial capital, let Xiao Kun send some to your home."

Although the tavern is not open, the tavern's ancestral vats and vat-pressing stones for pickling pickles are still there, and they were moved to the courtyard where my parents lived.

"Okay, I haven't eaten the pickles from the tavern for a long time, and I really want this one."

"Let's make do with it for the next few days. After watching Xiaohua's game, we will return to the Imperial Capital."

If he hadn't promised his disciple to come to the scene to cheer him on, Yang Yukun from South Korea wouldn't have come.

He came this time, and he will not come a second time in the future.

Once the disciple's competition is over, he will leave for home as soon as possible.

Paid.

Yang Yukun asked Mingjun to take them for a walk around.

The next few days.

Under the leadership of Mingjun, a translator and tour guide, Yang Yukun and his party traveled almost all over South Korea, and went to the Volunteer Army Martyrs Cemetery in Paju City, Gyeonggi Province, replacing his father who had fought in Korea. As a Xiaguo people, Burn a stick of incense and offer a glass of wine to the heroes buried in a foreign country.

The next day, the 24th Seoul Summer Olympics opened. Yang Yukun and Xu Jingping took their little zongzi, Pingping, and corn to the opening ceremony with their master to watch the opening ceremony performance.

When the Xia Guo team entered the stadium, several people saw Liu Yuehua in the team at a glance. (End of chapter)