The Old Man with a Queue

  Lanpad told Li Mingfeng that he needed to buy some food and hoped Li Mingfeng could be his translator since he didn't speak Chinese. Upon hearing this request, Li Mingfeng was also a little delighted. Since they were going to buy things, they must go to where there are people. As long as he saw other people, he would get rid of this madman without hesitation.

  Lampard kept boasting about the greatness of the British Empire all the way, having just defeated the invincible Tsarist Russia two years ago, and now they were sent to teach a lesson to this ignorant country of Qing. Li Mingfeng's scalp was numb from listening, it seemed that this guy thought he was living in the most glorious era of the 19th century British Empire. How pitiful, maybe he went crazy because of his extreme admiration for the glory of imperial history.

  Li Mingfeng wore a "sincere" smile on his face, and his mouth was also constantly praising the greatness of the British Empire. Lampard's mouth was shut tight, thinking to himself: Who says China doesn't have people with broad vision?

  All along the way, two people, one boasting and the other flattering, were indeed having a pleasant conversation.

  After walking along the country road for about half an hour, a village appeared in front of the two people. Looking far away, smoke was rising, and it seemed to be lunchtime when each family cooked.

  What kind of place is this? Hong Kong actually still has places that use firewood to cook? Li Mingfeng was filled with doubts from afar.

  Just as they walked to the village entrance, several farmers who were chatting by the field saw the two approaching from a distance and immediately shouted something loudly, turned around and ran into the village. As soon as they entered the village, they saw that every household was in an uproar, with chickens flying and dogs jumping, some closing their doors and others shutting their windows.

  What's going on? Does everyone in this village know that Lamped is mentally ill and knows him well? When they see him coming, they run away directly. If it's really the case, isn't it very dangerous for myself?

  Thinking of this, Li Mingfeng shifted his gaze towards Lampard, who was smiling awkwardly.

  At this time, a child of about five or six years old ran over, staring blankly at the strangely dressed Lam Pad, and asked in a childish voice: "Are you the red-haired devil? Grandpa said you eat little kids, all the little kids in our village are my good friends, don't eat them, okay? I'll ask grandpa to kill a chicken for you to eat, chicken meat is delicious."

  Li Mingfeng's head was a bit muddled at this time, looking at the little kid wearing a short jacket and braids, he felt as if he really lived in the Qing Dynasty.

  What's going on? Such a good boy is actually given pigtails? Li Mingfeng would rather believe it was the child's parents' prank than believe he had arrived in the Qing Dynasty.

  In the distance, an old man ran over and his face changed color when he saw Lampard. However, his grandson was standing next to Lampard at that moment, so for the only child of his family, he had to force himself to come up and give a bow: "Little old man greets the foreign master, my grandson doesn't understand things, has caused you trouble, I'll take him back now, please don't be angry."

  Having said that, he didn't care whether Lampard could understand or not, and directly pulled the child to leave.

  "Hey, old man, don't go!" Li Mingfeng grabbed the old man's arm. It was still acceptable for young children to have a queue (a traditional Chinese hairstyle), but it seemed inexplicable that this sixty or seventy-year-old man also had one.

  The old man was pulled by Li Mingfeng, his body suddenly shook, turned around and knelt directly on the ground, kowtowing non-stop, wailing: "Foreign master spare my life! Foreign master spare my life! This is my only grandson, I still hope he will carry on the family line, please have mercy!" Crying and crying, feeling something was wrong, it seemed like someone had spoken Chinese just now.

  He quietly raised his head and saw a young man in strange clothes frowning, thinking about something. At this moment, he suddenly appeared, and the old man's heart skipped a beat when he saw that this young man didn't have a queue. It seemed that this person was one of the "long-haired" people who had been making trouble recently. These people were involved in killing officials and rebelling, and they were really lawless. He hadn't expected to be so unlucky today, running into two jinxes at once.

  Li Mingfeng stood there, his appearance unchanged, but in his heart a storm was brewing. Everything he saw told him one thing - this was the Qing Dynasty. But how could Li Mingfeng, who had always considered himself a firm materialist, believe in such an absurd thing as time travel?

  "Old man, what year is it now?" Li Mingfeng asked anxiously as he helped the old man up.

  This question of his, however, left the old man stunned. In the old man's mind, it was impossible for anyone not to know what year it is now, but what does he mean by asking this? What does "Long Mao" mean by asking this? Ah, I forgot that he is a Long Mao, so he must be trying to test his own stance.

  The old man thought of this and hesitated, answering: "Nowadays, it's been many years since the heavenly kingdom, and I'm just a mountain villager who doesn't understand these annual laws. I only know that when the sun rises, I work, and when the sun sets, I rest." After finishing speaking, he glanced at Li Mingfeng with his eyes, fearing that this long-haired man would get angry and chop him off as a Qing dynasty ghost.

  Although the old man didn't say what year and month it is now, one "heavenly kingdom" is enough to prove everything. Li Mingfeng turned his head and asked Lanpade: "I'd like to ask, according to your Western calendar, what year, month and day is it today?"

  Lanpad didn't know why Li Mingfeng asked this, but it wasn't a secret either, so he replied: "This year is 1857, today is December 20th."

  Li Mingfeng felt a bit dizzy, yes, a bit dizzy.

  Li Lanpada saw Li Mingfeng's expression was off and hastily called him: "What's wrong with you, Li?"

  "It's nothing, just a bit of a headache, it's much better now." Li Mingfeng shook his head.

  "Oh, that's good. Can you now help me ask this old man if he is willing to sell us some food? Oh, preferably meat." Lampaard was more interested in the food -

  Two hours later, Lam Pad and Li Mingfeng returned with two large food boxes. Li Mingfeng felt it was necessary to change locations again to confirm whether he had traveled through time, and the villagers they met earlier didn't seem friendly either, so Lam Pad's military camp became his only destination.