In 2016, the Nansha Islands, Zhenghe Reefs.

The indigo sea was sparkling, and the pure white frigate was walking on the waves. A seagull fell from the top of the flagpole of the warship. He raised his chest and raised his head and screamed twice, proudly declaring his sovereignty over this sea area. She didn't know that this warship and everyone on it were here to do this.

In fact, not everyone is.

Three young men were lying in the cabin of the middle-level soldiers of the warship. They were just traveling with the army to investigate maritime affairs. The three graduate students were bored and collapsed on the bed, not as frightened as Zheng He was when he was sailing.

Yang Changfan leaned against the upper bunk, fiddling with the latest brick-shaped black technology product in his hand, and announced to everyone: "We're at Zhenghe Reefs, and we can start the mission in half a day."

The brother on the lower bunk said "um" and continued to play with his phone.

The man who was wearing glasses on the bed muttered casually after hearing the place name: "This ghost place, has Zheng He really been here?"

"I guess I haven't been here." Yang Changfan quickly explained his doubts, "There are too many islands and reefs here, and I really can't think of the name. In order to emphasize that this has been our territory since ancient times, Zheng He and his great names were all taken up. The places Zheng He has been there are farther than here."

"Where is the farthest?" The man with glasses' eyes was excited and he became interested. Zheng He had voyages to the West in elementary school textbooks, but most people didn't know where they went.

Yang Changfan was a little bit more knowledgeable. In order to graduate, he once copied Chinese maritime history papers and immediately expressed his judgment: "There are many statements, and I think I have been to the Cape of Good Hope."

"Cape of Good Hope, the southernmost tip of Africa! Go a little further, you will meet Europeans!" the man in glasses sighed, "It's fun to meet!"

"It's not fun for Europeans." Yang Changfan continued to show off his plagiarism results. "Zheng He's fleet had about 200 ships, which was no smaller than ours. In addition, 30,000 Ming troops, there was no chance that the entire European navies would unite."

"So exaggerated?" The man in glasses was surprised. "Why can't we go over? Why are we hanging and beaten behind us?"

Yang Changfan replied with a smile: "Oh my God. When I go up to the country, there are barbarians outside. It would be great if I see me calling me Dad. I am not interested in you."

"It's hard to imagine!" The man in glasses was very interested, and was immersed in fantasy in a blink of an eye. "I really don't know what it would be like when I set up a few colonies, dump opium into London, and build a concession in Lisbon."

But soon, he fell into grief again and his eyes drooped: "If that were the case, there wouldn't be so many British, French, and American islands on the map now. Those guys crossed the Pacific Ocean to build military bases many years ago. Today, before we left our homes, we had just made strategic arrangements on the territory at our doorstep, and we were all made difficult. It's hateful! If we had seized a little opportunity...even a little..."

"Your name is historical YYism. Just think about it. Don't say it out loud, you will be laughed at." Yang Changfan ruthlessly interrupted the man's fantasy, "Let's just care about the maritime inspection later. The professor has spoken. The performance of this inspection is directly related to the subsequent work opportunities."

The man with glasses was just exposed to this ideology and was in an addictive stage. He swept away the decadence and gestured indignantly: "Yang Changfan, tell me, what can you think of? Isn't it just a little bit short? Maybe after that little bit, the entire Age of Discovery, the entire world map will be rewritten!"

"If you don't have a chance, it's impossible." Yang Changfan shook his head cruelly. After a lot of readings, he knew better than anyone else how naive the man in glasses was. "It was a miracle that Zheng He could go out for a walk in the Ming Dynasty. In addition, the southern Japanese and northern captives always disgusted you, and they had no mind. The most important thing is my God. I have no interest in the country."

The man in glasses seemed to be angry: "Then let's give an example, you, Yang Changfan, were standing in Zheng He's position at that time. Can you change this?"

"Hahaha! Just him?" The brother who was playing with his cell phone in the lower bunk suddenly burst into laughter, "He must have married a few wives, every night, and you are the sea of ​​your sister!"

Yang Changfan thought about it and laughed: "This is really difficult. Zheng He is a eunuch, and I am still not a eunuch."

The man in glasses was so angry that he was helpless by the two of them. He sighed and felt deeply that my spirit of Greater China was degenerate: "Why are you all the people in Maritime Academy like this...so..."

I don’t know if he was too resentful and alarmed something. The whole ship followed his sigh and almost let the brothers’ phone off the lower bunk.

"Unstable airflow?" The brothers instinctively became alert.

Yang Changfan cursed: "This is not a plane, where does the airflow come from?"

"Yes, it's called the current." The man with glasses was professional at least and corrected this mistake in time.

As he nodded, the ship shook up and down, and also "nodded".

"Oh my God!" The brothers on the lower bunk realized the danger of the situation and grabbed the bed pole, "Has he hit the reef?"

Yang Changfan himself was also panicked and was about to get out of bed with a black technology brick: "Go out and take a look. Now that the technical equipment is so complete, it is impossible to get out of the reef."

"That wasn't it because of torpedoes, right?" The lower bunk thought about almost the only possibility.

Before he could finish his words, an alarm sounded "buzzing", followed by a dizzy turn beyond the principles of physics.

During the rotation, Yang Changfan realized that no matter what the reason was, he seemed to be unable to graduate and enter a good unit. He thought of studying hard for more than ten years, thinking of countless gifts and red envelopes given to the professor, thinking of Xiaohong, a schoolmate who likes to wear stockings, and thinking of Hearthstone that has not yet been said, Yang Changfan was full of grief and anger, leaving a short and powerful last words-

"My day!"

...

I don’t know how long it took, Yang Changfan gradually regained his mind. He tried hard to open his eyes, but couldn’t use it. This made Yang Changfan fall into a severe terror-

I should be dead, but I still have wiseness, which means that I am a soul now. If the soul exists, as a materialist, I am afraid that I will face the retribution of disrespect for all kinds of gods.

In the midst of fear, retribution has come.

An old and phlegm-loving voice said quietly: "The qi is broken and the pulse is gone, and the sanctity and the change is correct."

It's true that he's dead!

"Ah..." A crisp and short exclaimed, it was a girl.

The powerful middle-aged woman's voice followed closely: "Doctor Meng, how hard my son is, you have seen it since childhood. A stone as big as a palm hit me, and I have never had any skin trauma."

"Madam Yang, this is wrong." Lao Tyrant said slowly with his throat, "First of all, it is not that I have met the son since I was a child, but that when I met the son, there was a distinction between subjects and terminology, just as the saying goes..."

Having said that, with a "bang", the woman seemed to kick the stool.

Lao Tsar's throat immediately became unstable and said with a stern voice: "Madam, don't do it, I'll talk well. The man was smashed by the beam of the room this time. Although there are no skin injuries, there are internal injuries. There are medical books, but internal injuries must not be..."

"Get out!!!" The woman's angry scolding was deafening.

Then there was a sound of packing things and running footsteps, and the steps suddenly stopped again, and the old phlegm's throat was as thin as a gossip: "Mrs. Yang...This medical fee..."

"Since I was young, you still have less?" The women cursed one after another.

Lao Tsar's throat sound became even weaker: "It's one thing to cause congenital disease. Today, I'm going to see a doctor and I'm going to get another. I should calculate it separately."

"Who dares to say that my son has a congenital disease!! Have you been cheating for less money over the years?!"

Before the woman finished speaking, Yang Changfan felt that his thigh was hit hard, which hurt quite a lot. Yang Changfan wanted to scream, but he couldn't use any strength. It felt like he was being "smacked on the bed" while sleeping.

The sound of closing the door on the other side sounded, and Lao Tsar's throat obviously ran away.

After a moment of silence, the woman sighed: "Son, weird mom..."

After talking, Yang Changfan's thigh was hit again.

Isn’t it blame you! Why did you hit my leg?!

"Mom..." The young female voice choked up before, "It's over, please choose a place for me..."

"Pick a place?" asked the woman.

The girl seemed to be stunned for a moment before she started to sob intermittently-

"When the sycamore is old, the mandarin ducks will die together. A chaste woman will sacrifice her husband for her, and she will sacrifice her life."

What a chastity poem!

"Bang!"

What a big slap!

According to convention, when this sound effect sounded, Yang Changfan should have been beaten again, but this time he didn't feel the pain.

"Mom... why did you hit me..." the girl sobbed in anger.

"Wake up! What kind of husband do you die for!" the woman cursed, "If you look at "Inner Training" and "Biographies of Women in Ancient and Modern Times", you really need to learn it?"

"Don't you learn?" The girl was very unfair and stubborn.

The woman looked at the girl's expression and felt sad, and finally sighed: "I'm a fool, I'm such a good wife!"

Of course, with this sigh, a heavier punch hit Yang Changfan's thigh again.

In addition to the pain, Yang Changfan finally started to think rationally again. First of all, he could hear that the so-called "stupid" here is not self-modest, and the meaning is very clear. Her son should be really stupid, physically stupid. Through constant beating, it is not difficult to infer that this stupid son should be referring to himself.

As for myself, I am probably dead, but I haven't died yet. This is called the dying moment.

Calm down and following the memory, Yang Changfan seemed to have discovered something.

First of all, I am still Yang Changfan, but I am not a graduate student at the Maritime Academy, but Yang Changfan from a village in Zhejiang during the Jiajing period.

The good news is that the family seems to be a landlord.

The bad news is that Yang Changfan seems to have diseases such as congenital dementia and polio.

The good news is that Yang Changfan's biological mother Wu, the woman who likes to vent her corpse, did not admit that her son had any congenital diseases, and even asked her son for a beautiful wife, making him a sexually blessed dementia patient.

The bad news is that Yang Changfan's father has given up treatment for his eldest son and focused on cultivating the son born to his concubine.

The good news is that it is different now, with graduate students with high education, high knowledge, and well-versed in the art of flattery, replacing this dementia patient.
Chapter completed!