Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 16 Travel
What major events happened in the 14th year of the Republic of China in history?

Let's not talk about overseas, let's talk about the warlords in China. There were two major wars between the Zhili clique and the Fengtian clique. With the victory of the second Zhili-Fengtian war, the nominal central power fell into the hands of the Fengtian warlords. The Zhili clique was devastated by this defeat and was considered to have semi-exited from the stage of history.

At the beginning of the 14th year of the Republic of China, the warlords represented by the Fengtian clique were dividing the fruits of victory, and the great powers supported by the Fengtian clique were redistributing the domestic pie.

The infighting among warlords and the suffering of the people in the war are certainly not something to brag about.

It's just that with the victory of the Fengtian warlords, who are about to enter the pass and become powerful, all walks of life, including the circle of foreigners, are eager to support them and make a name for themselves. There is no other reason, the world is too chaotic. It has been more than ten years since the Qing Dynasty left the stage with dignity. There have been wars every year without a break. No one wants to fight anymore. Whoever comes to power will be fine. Let everyone take a breath. No matter how bad it is after taking power, it will be much better than the chaos now.

The idea is good, but unfortunately most people still fail to see the current situation clearly. No matter who comes to power, they cannot change the reality that the Republic of China is falling into the hands of the great powers.

Or, in other words, it's not that they didn't see clearly, but they felt that they were not the ones being bullied by the great powers, but they were the ones who joined the great powers in bullying the Republic of China, so naturally it didn't matter.

Of course, there were also people who saw the situation clearly, but unfortunately, with a telegram from BJ in March, the founding father who overthrew the Qing Dynasty and ended the two thousand years of imperial system left the world forever and fell into depression.

At this time, Wang Yi, who had just finished paying homage to Wang Yaozu and bid farewell to Sanyi Sect and was now alone and traveling abroad, also heard the news. In response, he could only sigh and bow in silence in the direction of the capital.

After all, he is still a lone ranger. Even if his martial arts can stop thousands of troops, facing the current chaos, even if he has the vision of future generations, he has no idea where to start. He also knows where he should go at this moment, but looking at the current situation, Wang Yi understands that as a person from the future, even if he returns to the present era with the answers from the downstream of history, it seems to be of no use. Even if he meets the person he wants to see and explains to him what happened afterwards, what can he do? The situation is stronger than people. Even if you know the future, you cannot guarantee that you can change it. The best way is to let nature take its course, do nothing, and let history develop. Anyway, history has already given the answer.

"Alas, this buff of a cultivator's talent that comes with traveling through time is really useless. It would be better to give me a computer that can connect to the Internet. I can take the computer directly to see the master. It is better than being unable to do anything now."

In a pub on the official road near the county town, Wang Yi was holding a copy of last week's Times, reading the news with deep emotion.

He had been traveling around China for more than two months since he bid farewell to Zuo Rutong and left the territory protected by the Trinity Gate. It was now mid-May.

In the past two months, he has thoroughly experienced how hard it is for ordinary people to live in this era.

Although the war between the Zhili clique and the Fengtian clique ended with the defeat of the Zhili clique, they only left the stage, but they still had their weapons and soldiers, and some territory. These warlords could not beat those who were stronger than themselves, but they were more cruel than anyone else in bullying these unarmed ordinary people. Even Wang Yi was almost caught in the trap.

Over the years, Wang Yaozu has been supporting him and teaching him tricks. Although Wang Yaozu is a jerk, he has never treated Wang Yi badly in terms of food and clothing. In addition to his own talent, Wang Yi, now 20 years old, is also a big guy. With a height of 1.8 meters, he stands out among the crowd. Such a good young man, will those soldiers and military leaders let him go?
Besides, Wang Yi is not a man who will just accept anything. You want to capture me as a soldier? I will use you as a training ground.

The human magnetic field that disrupts the human body's magnetic field kills people invisibly, and those evil military leaders who have committed many crimes in the places he has traveled to have died, but he cannot find the murderer. It's a pity that such a method is of little use, can't cure the root cause, can't solve the current problem, but it solves Wang Yi's food and clothing problem.

Before Wang Yaozu passed away, he gave all the money he had saved over the years to Wang Yi.

There are also a few small 100 Yuan Datou coins and a bank note, but these are the coffin books that Wang Yaozu left for him. Wang Yi will not use them unless it is absolutely necessary, and will just carry them with him. These coffin books cannot be used, so when Wang Yi travels outside, he can only pick up his old business of following Wang Yaozu from street to street, and use the method of turning around to make a living, making money, not bad.

It's just that the current situation is chaotic. He has little business as a performer, and from time to time he runs into a few soldiers who come to cause trouble for him. He has no choice but to target these soldiers and military leaders who exploit the people and make money from them.

The bandit Zhang Mazi said it well, whoever has money will make money.

This is what Wang Yi adheres to.

"Sir, the noodles are here."

Just when Wang Yi was lamenting that his talent as a time traveler was not as useful as a computer with an internet connection, the waiter brought up a bowl of hot green pepper noodles with fried soybean sauce, with a bowl of soup next to it.

"Thank you, Xiaoer brother. Excuse me, is there any place to stay in the front?"

"Oh, sir, walk another twenty miles ahead and you will reach Pucheng. There are inns and a security corps. The corps leader, Yang Kenan, is a well-known hero in this area." When talking about the security corps leader named Yang Kenan, the waiter looked proud and gave a thumbs up.

"From what you said, you are from Pucheng, little brother?"

"That's right. To be honest, if you open a restaurant on this official road without someone with a good background to look after it, you can't do business. As the old saying goes, a restaurant is just a waste of money..."

"Hey, stop, stop. If you want to ruin your reputation, please stop talking. Bring me another pork elbow and a pot of tea. I'll sit here for a while after I finish eating. How much is it in total? Let's pay first." "Okay, sir, a total of fifteen copper coins."

"Here are sixteen, the extra one is yours."

"Thank you for the reward!"

He took out sixteen copper coins from his pocket and handed them to the waiter, and then Wang Yi started to have lunch there.

His current territory is close to Guangdong and Fujian. Compared to the Zhi-Feng War in the Central Plains that made people's lives miserable, this place is relatively better and the public security is acceptable. After all, there is the Beiyang warlord government in the north, and there is also a rival in the south who can compete with them.

After a while, when Wang Yi was eating noodles with soybean paste, the waiter brought up pork elbow and a pot of hot tea with teacups.

After lunch, Wang Yi sat there drinking tea to relieve his greasiness, looking at the scenery outside the window, and thinking about what the waiter had just said.

"Pucheng, why does this name sound so familiar?"

Wang Yi kept repeating the name Pucheng, as if he had heard it somewhere before. While Wang Yi was repeating it, the restaurant, which was originally sparsely populated, became lively. There were peddlers on the road, sitting at a table of three or four, each ordering a bowl of plain noodles and a small meat dish for lunch.

As business became busy, the waiter was too busy to come over and talk to Wang Yi.

"Waiter, give me five bowls of noodles! Big bowls with meat!"

The sound of horse hooves can be heard, but the sound arrives before the people do.

Wang Yi looked in the direction of the sound and saw a blindfolded man riding a horse parked outside the restaurant. The man had an unkempt beard and two swords hung on the saddle. He was sturdy and looked sloppy, but he was only about four or five years older than Wang Yi. At a glance, Wang Yi knew that this blindfolded man riding a horse was a strange person who practiced acquired cultivation like himself, and a strange person who specialized in external martial arts.

"Sir, please come in."

The waiter came out to greet him, and the man got off his horse, and seemed to notice the look Wang Yi was giving him, so he also looked in Wang Yi's direction. But he was not very curious, just took a look, and went straight into the store and sat down at the seat the waiter had asked him to take.

The man looked extremely hungry. The restaurant served the food very quickly. As soon as two bowls of noodles the size of an adult's palm were placed on the table, he stuffed them into his mouth. He ate even faster than the food was served. In less than half an hour, he had finished five bowls of meat noodles. He was so full that he just put the bowls aside and fell asleep on the table. In response, the waiter and the boss did not rush to pay the bill, and let the man sleep there.

"Little Second!"

"Here I am, sir~"

In just a short while, the number of customers in the restaurant became sparse. After all, it was just a restaurant and did not provide accommodation. It just happened to be located on a must-go road, and it only catered to repeat customers. After eating and taking a nap, the peddlers had to hurry on. Not everyone could live like Wang Yi without having to rush around for a living.

Just when the time was beginning to seem dull, another customer came into the store. However, compared to the peddlers before, this time the person who came in was not a good person, at least that was what he looked like.

They all had fat faces, were holding weapons, and were sitting on chairs with their arms folded, shouting at the waiters.

Seeing the customer coming into the store this time, the waiter and the boss, who had long learned to read the customer's expressions, secretly complained that they were afraid that their business would be in vain again. But they still had to smile and greeted him.

Seven or eight men with ferocious faces and weapons in their hands sat at three tables, eating the food brought by the waiters while looking at the guests in the restaurant.

Before the situation here calmed down, a lady wearing a black dress, simple and elegant, but in a mess, carrying a child on her back, and eight or nine children beside her also entered the hotel. These children, like the lady, were in a mess, but their clothes also showed that these children and the lady were not ordinary people, at least they all had family backgrounds. But they shouldn't be so messy, and they shouldn't be wandering on the official road like this. These were not peaceful times. This lady and these eight or nine children looked like they were fleeing.

This disheveled but fair-faced lady entered the store with eight or nine children and sat down. Wang Yi sat by the window, watching the people in the hotel, with a smile on his face.

He seemed to know what was going to happen.

(End of this chapter)