Wen Rensheng glanced over, stretched out his hand, and the entire battlefield world suddenly went back in time, back to before it was destroyed.

But he didn't erase the memory, it was better to keep it.

Zhang Meng looked in front of him and quickly retreated.

It's back to the scene of confrontation with his henchmen.

But at this moment, he understood that it was the gods who had taken action again.

Sure enough, if the gods become agitated, they will take action.

He has become numb to it.

Why did the gods take a fancy to him?

He is obviously an ordinary person.

But he won't have to worry about it soon.

Because Wen Rensheng has already completed the research.

The journey of an ordinary person rising from a small person to a big shot.

Weakness, struggle, strength, pursuit of emotional value, then disappointment, and finally numbness...

"You have gained a little mystery of psychological knowledge, and the upper limit of mystery is increased by 500."

"The current upper limit of mystery is 200,000 and 1,500 points."

Not bad, his efforts were not in vain.

Wen Rensheng then gave the other party a little reward, which was to give the other party a choice:

"Go back to the real world, or stay."

Zhang Meng decided to stay.

Why go back to the real world?

Struggling with your home and car loan?

So he chose to follow his heart.

Wen Rensheng nodded and ignored Zhang Meng.

He decided to try something new.

Don’t you feel tired of seeing Xiao Huan?

"This time, let's go to a historical time and space."

"Okay." Xiao Huan clapped her hands.

"Just a refresher on history."

Xiao Huan returned to the shadows and crawled away.

…

Wen Rensheng looked into the endless void, and rays of light flashed in his eyes.

In one thought, time and space seemed to be folded.

His vision traveled across the endless galaxy, and finally settled on an ancient and prosperous world.

Ming Dynasty 1565.

Jiajing period.

The emperor longed for enlightenment.

The next moment his figure was standing on a towering tower.

As far as the eye can see, there are ancient buildings with raised eaves and corners.

This is a Jiangnan city.

Jiangnan cities have high temperatures and abundant rain.

There is water and temperature, and in the hands of diligent and patient people, there is fish and rice.

People coming and going on the streets paved with bluestones, the cries of vendors, the rumbling of horse-drawn carriages, and the laughter coming from the teahouses and restaurants, interweave into a picture of a city with the smell of fireworks.

The sun shines on the mottled city walls, giving this ancient city a golden halo.

Wen Rensheng always has an extra sense of reality when entering the historical world.

Probably because there is pain and laughter.

Most people struggle to live their lives and laugh every day they can.

It is easy for people to have a sense of sympathy.

Wen Rensheng thought in his mind.

He slowly walked down the tower and entered the bustling street.

I saw a wide variety of shops on both sides of the street.

There are those selling silk, porcelain, calligraphy and painting, as well as fragrant restaurants and food stalls.

People are trying their best to survive, and no one can tell you the truth.

So people spontaneously formed clans and reluctantly kept the secrets.

We can withstand minor disasters, but we cannot withstand major disasters, including natural disasters, fire and war.

Therefore, the clan still cannot solve the catastrophe and is destined to be replaced by a higher organizational form.

Wen Rensheng's eyes were attracted by a small shop selling rouge and gouache.

A girl in the store, accompanied by two maids, was carefully selecting cosmetics.

Her face was filled with youthful vitality and a slight smile hung on the corner of her mouth.

In this era, Jiangnan is quite liberal.

Because that is not a girl, but a young man...

Yes, men pretend to be women in broad daylight, wear women's clothes, and just let it go.

But some people say that this is a partially sober person who begins to feel incomprehensible and indulgent in the face of long-standing shortcomings.

Wen Rensheng continued to move forward, passing through narrow alleys.

He came to a relatively quiet academy.

There are couplets hanging at the entrance of the academy:

"The sound of wind and rain..."

There was a loud sound of books inside, and the students were listening attentively to the teacher's explanation of the Four Books and Five Classics, and were preparing for the boy test.

Wen Rensheng knew that the Jiangnan area was very scary.

During the Ming Dynasty, the difficulty of taking the exam to become a scholar was comparable to the 985 exam in later generations.

This is no exaggeration.

In many developed counties, there are thousands of children studying and dozens of scholars are selected.

Moreover, relevant ones have to be deducted from this, leaving very few places for serious scholars.

And both young and old participated in the test together.

There is no 10-point bonus for fresh graduates here.

Wen Rensheng stood outside the window and listened quietly.

He could not feel the students' desire for knowledge, but could only feel their longing for scholars and their fear of the teacher's ruler.

Many students, like students of later generations, eagerly look forward to flying kites after school...

There are only about 10 people in the academy who study hard. It is possible that the scholar can pass the first two levels in three exams.

Only after passing the county examination, government examination, and hospital examination can you be qualified to be called a Tong Sheng.

However, in this seemingly peaceful world of Ming 1566, there is an unusual undercurrent hidden.

Wen Rensheng was keenly aware of this after visiting the academy for a while.

"Study, learn a P!" A little fat man said disdainfully, "When I build a ship, I will go to Southeast Asia to separate one side!"

“Isn’t it more cost-effective than studying hard for ten years?”

"Besides, what does a scholar mean? The number one scholar is one every three years, and there are many who have to endure hardships in the court."

"There are also a lot of Jinshi who have been beheaded!"

"I don't want to work hard for ten years as a dog!"

As he spoke, he began to draw a steam engine.

Wen Rensheng wanted to tell the other party that it would take more than ten years for one person to build a usable steam engine.
To be continued...