I, Zhu Houzhao, join the US imperialist chat group

Chapter 306 Finale! Restart the chat group!

When Yang Tinghe returned to the capital again, he could hardly believe his eyes.

Because the capital city before him had already become something he no longer recognized.

"This……"

"Is this the capital?"

The heavy shackles on his neck had already bent his head, but the capital city had changed into a worldly one at this moment, which made Yang Tinghe stretch his neck as far as possible, raise his head and look at the sky.

Because the sky is not the sky that I am familiar with.

Under the azure blue sky, dozens of large birds he didn't recognize were hovering back and forth.

Then there are white tail lines under the blue sky. Those are even stranger big birds. Behind the big birds there are not only white lines, but also roaring sounds.

"Jiefu, that's an airship, and...that's a plane!"

"Airships are the means of transportation to various places today, just like the horse-drawn carriages we had before..."

"And airplanes...are a faster means of transport from the capital to Nanjing, and from Nanjing to Chang'an..."

"You'll be able to experience it in a moment!"

Li Dongyang knew how shocked Yang Tinghe was, but he still remained calm and introduced himself to Yang Tinghe.

He also saw from Yang Ting's appearance how shocked he was at that time.

"Plane... airship..."

at a loss.

Yang Tinghe's eyes were filled with bewilderment, like a primitive man who had suddenly come to modern society. It had only been less than two years, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't imagine how Daming could be so crazy now.

Who knows how he spent the past two years.

Hiding from place to place like a stray dog, eating raw meat and drinking blood like a barbarian.

But even so, he was afraid of death. At the slightest sign of trouble, he would be like a frightened bird. Then he would hide here and there like a groundhog on the prairie, for fear of being caught by Zhu Houzhao and tortured to death.

But he couldn't have expected...

After hiding for two or three years, he was finally caught.

But he could never have imagined that just over two years later, the capital city he escaped from two years ago was completely different from the one he knew. Not only were there so-called airplanes in the sky, but also on the ground...

There are also countless foreign people with foreign faces.

And...he didn't recognize the Ming people who dressed in strange clothes.

"Look... the prisoner! This is the prisoner from the Ming Dynasty..."

"Is this a special program arranged by His Majesty the Emperor, or is it just part of their normal life?"

Just when Yang Tinghe's crashed brain had finally gotten used to all this, a group of young people in strange costumes, holding weird things, came over to take pictures of him out of curiosity.

"Dear distinguished guests, please stop making trouble..."

"This is not a scheduled program, it's our normal procedure..."

Faced with this even stranger group of people, Li Dongyang gave up explaining to Yang Tinghe. Instead, he smiled and politely explained to this group of young people in strange costumes.

"Ohhh...respect! respect!"

"Everyone should not disturb their normal life order. The main point is to adapt to local customs!"

The group of young people quickly and politely dispersed, but they still looked at Yang Ting and their group with great curiosity.

"Binzhi, they..."

"And your accent..."

Yang Tinghe looked at Li Dongyang even more strangely.

"They...are travelers from six hundred years later..."

"And what I speak is Mandarin..."

"Let's go... I'll talk to you along the way, and we'll settle it as soon as we get to the end..."

“Take the plane first!”

Li Dongyang wanted to explain, but he didn't know where to start. Instead, he urged the team to rush to the airport.

"Li Dongyang!"

"I remember now! The one just now was Li Dongyang, the Prime Minister of the Ming Dynasty!"

"I saw his introduction in the Guide to Traveling Through the Ming Dynasty!"

"Hiss! This is Li Dongyang, the former Prime Minister of the Zhengde Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, and the teacher of the Zhengde Emperor..."

"Master Li, slow down, take a picture... take a picture!"

"Let's take a photo together!"

However... just when their special team wanted to leave, the group of young people in strange costumes, as if they had suddenly discovered something, surrounded Li Dongyang again as if they were chasing stars, and vied to take pictures with him.

This situation made Yang Ting and a group of criminals even more confused!
what's the situation?
What's going on here?

Also, how could this group of people be so bold as to call out Zhu Houzhao's name and reign title like that?

Yang Ting and a group of people were even more confused.

"Binzhi... Tell me quickly, what's going on?"

After Li Dongyang finally greeted this group of people, Yang Tinghe could no longer suppress his curiosity and took the initiative to ask Li Dongyang.

"How exactly should I put it..."

"It's a bit complicated... But in a nutshell, it's all thanks to your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty has obtained the magical power of the ancestors of the Ming Dynasty, and can travel through the world six hundred years later, and then... open up this world. These people, these things, these changes are all the scenes three hundred, four hundred, six hundred years later..."

"Especially this group of people who don't know much about the rules but are well-educated. They are the descendants of our Ming Empire six hundred years later..."

"Six hundred years later..."

"Tsk..."

"Everything in our time is too backward, especially transportation, which takes time to build... So now in order to shorten the travel time, we directly use American planes to travel..."

"Airships are a form of short-distance transportation..."

Sitting in the airport waiting hall, Li Dongyang spent about an hour to barely explain everything to Yang Tinghe.

"The magical power of the ancestors of the Ming Dynasty has manifested itself? The world six hundred years later?"

It was even more difficult for Yang Ting and his brain to digest these things.

"Let's go...get on the plane! You'll know once you're on the plane."

"We will arrive in Jinling in about three hours..."

Yang Tinghe boarded the plane, and when the plane took off into the sky, his poor and fragile psychological ability to accept was almost broken, causing him to faint.

But Yang Tinghe also knew about it, especially when he saw white foreigners flying planes for them and providing flight attendant services for them, he gradually accepted it all.

……

"That's about it..."

"At the beginning of the second year of Zhengde, His Majesty went directly to the time and space of 1980..."

"In the third year of Zhengde, Your Majesty arrived in the time and space of 2030... At that time, the United States returned to the situation of the Thirteen States in North America in 1784..."

"In short... we have now reached cooperation with multiple time and space in the future. In particular, under the advice of our own think tank in the future world, we have carried out free trade..."

"Although it's a little outrageous and exaggerated..."

“But these are not even the most exaggerated!”

"Your Majesty can even summon an airport from time to time! A dock..."

During the three-hour flight, Yang Tinghe swallowed everything Li Dongyang told him. "Binzhi, I, I don't want to die now..."

"I want to live, can I?"

When the plane arrived in the brand new Jinling, Yang Tinghe suddenly felt a strong will to survive.

"Ugh……"

"Ugh……"

"What can I say? Let's see, Your Majesty!"

Li Dongyang naturally could not give him a real guarantee.

……

This was indeed the case. When Yang Tinghe knelt in front of Zhu Houzhao crying bitterly, Zhu Houzhao suddenly showed no special emotions.

"The crime of treason should be dealt with as it should be dealt with!"

Zhu Houzhao waved his hand lightly, and Yang Tinghe and his family, who wanted to continue to witness the new world of the Ming Dynasty, could only reincarnate silently.

……

The fifth year of Zhengde.

"Reporting to His Majesty Zhu Houzhao, the Jinling aircraft carrier formation can be transferred! Please approve it!"

At the Jinling Wharf, Zhu Houzhao's eyes were no longer on the aircraft carrier, but instead he looked at the soldier with admiration.

"General Zhang, are you really not considering working for my Great Ming? I can make you the King of the Pacific Ocean. In the future, my Great Ming will not only have ten aircraft carriers, but may also have three hundred or even three thousand!"

"Your Majesty, I'm sorry... I have already given everything to the country!" The man refused with great difficulty.

"Okay, then I won't embarrass you, but I still mean this... I'll take care of all your veterans. I have at least thirty time and space waiting to be conquered!"

"Don't worry, Your Majesty... We have enough people..."

Zhu Houzhao shook his head, then drew his sword decisively, pointing it to the sky: "My Ming army, forward! 1888!"

"Yes!"

On top of the ten aircraft carriers, hundreds of planes took off decisively on the spot and soared into the blue sky. After a ripple, the planes disappeared.

……

March, the sixteenth year of Zhengde.

The Ming Dynasty Jinling Palace.

"Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you..."

The fifteen-year-old Zhu Houcong looked at Zhu Houzhao in front of him with admiration.

This was the greatest emperor of their Ming Dynasty and also his cousin.

"Fourth Uncle, you are here..."

Zhu Houzhao had already become extremely mature, there was no playfulness on his face, and his eyes were extremely deep, as if he had gone through countless vicissitudes and had a lot of experience.

"Your Majesty, what are your orders?"

Zhu Youqi looked at Zhu Houzhao strangely, not understanding how Zhu Houzhao, such a busy man, had time.

"Uncle, cousin, do you know what day it is today?"

Zhu Houzhao directly raised a question.

"What day is today? May 1938, 5?" Zhu Youluo hesitated.

"June 2035, 6?" Zhu Houcong also hesitantly reported a number.

Zhu Houzhao shook his head: "I am not asking what day it is in your time and space, but what day it is in our original Ming time and space."

Zhu Houzhao naturally did not blame them, because these two people were busy with their own affairs in their own time and space, and it was normal that they did not know the exact time for a while.

There is no way, there are too many times and spaces in the Ming Dynasty.

"Today... seems to be March 14th of the sixteenth year of Zhengde..." Zhu Houcong suddenly started and thought of a special time.

"This..." Zhu Youlu also thought of it.

This is the date of Zhu Houzhao's death in history.

"You figured it out, right? Today is the day I die..."

"So... cousin, have you made up your mind? Do you want to inherit my throne?" A smile appeared on Zhu Houzhao's face.

"No! Your Majesty, I refuse! I don't want to be the current emperor of the Ming Dynasty!"

Zhu Houcong refused outright.

"Yes! Your Majesty, there is no paradox in history. Einstein has already verified that we have so many parallel time and space, so we don't need to respect the original historical time and space!" Zhu Youlang also knew what Zhu Houzhao was planning, and he said quickly.

"Don't refuse anymore, this is it..."

"From today on, the throne of the Ming Dynasty belongs to you two. You can do it yourselves... I have been playing games for the past sixteen years, no, nearly one hundred and sixty years. It's too tiring!"

"The Ming Dynasty is in your hands!"

Zhu Houzhao didn't say anything and directly threw the imperial seal in his hand to Zhu Houcong. Zhu Houcong subconsciously took it, fearing that the imperial seal would fall. Zhu Youlang also panicked.

However, when the father and son came to their senses, they found that Zhu Houzhao was no longer in his seat.

The father and son, who had long been accustomed to Zhu Houzhao's style, looked at each other in silence.

……

[The number of restarts remaining in the US chat group: 1. Do you want to restart? The number of restarts will be reset to zero, and the world will be solidified and cannot be deduced! ]

The first year of Zhengde, the capital, the Imperial Temple.

Zhu Houzhao opened his eyes and found that he was back to the starting point again.

However, this time, the chat group system is different.

【Restart! 】

Make your selection gently.

【Please select five initial chat group members! 】

[Invite the American ancestor Louis XVI, the American great ancestor Washington, the American great ancestor Lincoln, the American Xiaozong Hoover, and the American last emperor Su Jieke. 】

Zhu Houzhao didn't even think about it and directly selected the five Americans who joined the group after the restart.

【Louis XVI: Um...American chat group? Why am I in the American chat group?】

[American Emperor Washington: American Emperor chat group? I didn’t claim to be an emperor? ]

[American Xiaozong Hoover: His Majesty Louis XVI, the founder of the United States? Well, selling one’s head to aid the United States can be called heroic. Our great American dynasty’s founder Louis XVI deserves the title, and then the great founder Washington also deserves the title, and the great founder President Lincoln deserves the title even more... But why am I a Xiaozong? ]

[Wait... The beautiful emperor Su Jieke? Is our Great American Dynasty also coming to the end of the dynasty? ]

Hoover, who was well-versed in both China and the West, was shocked when he saw the members in the group.

The temple name of the beautiful emperor directly frightened him.

Zhu Houzhao smiled slightly and went to the trumpet.

[The last emperor of the United States, Su Jieke: Hoover, why do you think that our great American dynasty does not have a dynasty end? Are we special? ]

The familiar scene made Zhu Houzhao smile slightly. Zhu Houzhao, who was well versed in the history of the Great Mei Dynasty, arrived in a familiar area and started a new round of chat again.

ps: How should I put it? I'll just add an ending. The chat group was too busy, and I couldn't make it whole in the end. And then there's the risk of having my book deleted. After all, the other book I opened with two pages got 404-ed directly, which was a warning. I don't want to see my hard work of more than one million words go to waste. Actually, writing this book is really a challenge, and I can't grasp the degree. But overall, my chats were written well, and the rest is up to each person.

P.S. The original intention of writing this book is… Since the United States and the United States are our rivals and long-term rivals, I feel that we should study them and get to know them, neither belittle ourselves nor be arrogant, and slowly and rationally watch their rise and fall, and slowly understand ourselves, and know how to become the world's leader in the future. At the same time, before writing this book, I actually didn't know too much about the stories of their presidents. I just wrote about them one by one, and overall, I learned a lot.

ps: So, this book is not a novel, but a short story with some popular science. There is no character creation, no character growth, and no eye-catching plot. I wrote what I wanted to write. Due to my limited writing ability, some parts are poorly written. In short, thank you all for your support. The most important thing is to thank my leader, who is my first leader when I write books on Qidian.com, Li Zai Jian Zou Hou and other more than 3,000 subscribed readers, as well as the last 200 readers who firmly support the author!
See you in the next book.

I will write an interesting and serious story with character growth, and I hope it will be predictable.

(End of this chapter)