In 2016, Nansha Islands, Zhenghe Reef.

The indigo sea was sparkling, the pure white frigate was treading the waves, and a seagull fell from the top of the flagpole of the battleship, raising its head and screaming twice, proudly declaring its sovereignty over this sea area, she didn't know that this battleship and everyone on it were here to do this.

Actually, it's not everyone.

There were three young men lying in the cabin of the soldiers in the middle of the battleship, they were just traveling with the army to investigate the maritime affairs, and the three graduate students were paralyzed on the bed boredly, not at all as frightened as Zheng He was when he sailed.

Yang Changfan leaned on the top bunk, fiddled with the latest brick-like black technology product in his hand, and announced to everyone: "It's time to Zhenghe Reef, and we can start the mission in half a day." ”

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

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

"I guess I haven't been here." Yang Changfan quickly relieved his doubts, "It's just that there are too many islands and reefs here, I really can't think of names, in order to emphasize that this is our territory since ancient times, I detained Zheng He and the big names under him back then, and the place where Zheng He really went was farther away than here." ”

"Where's the furthest?" The glasses man's eyes were vibrated and he became interested, Zheng He's trip to the West was in the primary school textbooks, but most people didn't know where it went.

Yang Changfan is a little erudite, in order to graduate, he once plagiarized a paper on China's maritime history, and immediately expressed his judgment: "There are many theories, I think I have been to the Cape of Good Hope." ”

"Cape of Good Hope, the southernmost point of Africa! A little further on, don't you run into Europeans! The man with glasses sighed, "It's fun to bump in!" ”

"It's not fun for Europeans." Yang Changfan continued to show off his plagiarism results, "Zheng He's fleet has about 200 ships, no smaller than our ship, plus 30,000 Ming troops, and it is useless for the navies of all Europe to unite. ”

"So exaggerated?" The man with glasses was surprised, "Then why don't you go there?" Why are we being hung and beaten in the back? ”

Yang Changfan replied with a smile: "My God. Chaoshangguo, the people outside are all barbarians, it's good to see me call Dad, I'm not interested in you. ”

"It's unimaginable!" The man with glasses was very interested, and in a blink of an eye he was already immersed in fantasy, "Build a few colonies, dump opium in London, and make a concession in Lisbon, I really don't know what it will be like." ”

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, and those guys built military bases across the Pacific Ocean many years ago, and today we haven't left our homes yet, and we have just been strategically deployed in the territory at our doorstep, and we have been made difficult in every way, hateful!" If the current year ...... Seize that little bit of opportunity...... Even a little bit ......"

"You call this historical YYISM, just think about it, don't say it, you will be laughed." Yang Changfan ruthlessly interrupted this person's fantasy, "Let's still care about the maritime investigation in the future, the professor can let it go, the performance of this investigation is directly related to the work opportunities in the future." ”

The man with glasses had just come into contact with this doctrine, and was in the stage of addiction, so he swept away the decadence, and gestured with indignation: "Yang Changfan, tell me, what can't you think about, isn't it just a little bit worse, maybe if you go that little bit, the entire world map will be rewritten in the entire Age of Discovery!" ”

"If you don't have a chance, then a little bit is impossible." Yang Changfan shook his head cruelly, after a lot of reading, he knew better than anyone how naïve the man with glasses was, "The Ming Dynasty retreated, Zheng He was able to go out for a spin is already a miracle, and the southern and northern captives are always disgusting with you, I don't have a mind, the most important thing is my God. Chao Shangguo, not interested. ”

The man with glasses seemed to be angry: "Then for example, you, Yang Changfan, were standing in Zheng He's position at that time, can you change this matter?" ”

"Hahaha! Just him? The brother who was playing with his mobile phone in the lower bunk suddenly laughed, "He must marry a few daughters-in-law, sing songs every night, and sail your sister's sea!" ”

Yang Changfan thought about it and smiled: "This is really difficult, Zheng He is a eunuch in the end, and I am still not a eunuch." ”

The man with glasses was so angry with the two of them that he sighed, deeply feeling the depravity of my Great China spirit: "Why are you people in the Maritime Academy so ...... So ......"

I don't know if he was too angry and alarmed, and the whole ship swayed with his sigh, so that the lower bunk brothers' mobile phones almost got out of their hands.

"Unstable airflow?" The lower bunk brothers instinctively became alert.

Yang Changfan scolded: "This is not a plane, where does the air flow come from?" ”

"Yes, it's called ocean currents." The man with glasses is professional and corrected the mistake in time.

With his nod, the boat vibrated up and down sharply, and followed with a "nod".

"Mom!" The lower bunk brothers realized the danger of the situation, and clung to the bed pole, "Hit the rocks?" ”

Yang Changfan himself panicked, holding a black technology brick and preparing to get out of bed: "Go out and take a look, now that the technology and equipment are so complete, it is impossible to hit the rocks." ”

"It can't be a torpedo attack, right?" The lower bunk thought of almost the only possibility.

Before he could finish his sentence, the alarm "buzzed", and then the world swirled beyond the principles of physics.

In the process of spinning, Yang Changfan realized that no matter what the reason, he didn't seem to be able to graduate and enter a good unit, thinking of studying hard for more than ten years in the cold window, thinking of the red envelopes he gave to the professor I don't know how many gifts, thinking of Xiaohong, a senior girl who likes to wear stockings, and thinking that Hearthstone has not yet been legendary, Yang Changfan was full of grief and indignation, and left a short and powerful last words-

"My day!"

……

I don't know how long it took, Yang Changfan gradually regained his senses, and he wanted to try to open his eyes, but he couldn't do it, which made Yang Changfan fall into a violent chill -

I should be dead, but I still have my mind, which means that I am a soul now, and if the soul exists, as a materialist, I am afraid that I will soon face the retribution of disrespecting the gods of all walks of life.

In the midst of the panic, retribution came.

An old and phlegm-rich voice said faintly: "The qi is cut off, and the mourning is smooth." ”

Sure enough, it's dead!

"Ah......h

The sonorous and powerful middle-aged woman's voice followed: "Doctor Meng, how hard my son's body is, you have seen it since childhood, a palm-sized stone has been smashed, and he has never even had a skin injury." ”

"Mrs. Yang, that's not right." The old phlegm said unhurriedly, "First of all, it's not that I've seen Ling Lang since I was a child, but I've seen Ling Lang when he was a child, and there is a subjective and verbal distinction in words, which is the so-called ......."

At this point, there was a "bang", and the woman seemed to kick the stool.

The old phlegm's throat immediately became unstable, and he shrugged and said: "Madam, don't do it, I'll talk well, Ling Lang was smashed by the beam of the house this time, although there is no skin injury, but there are internal injuries, the medical book says, only the internal injuries can not be ......"

"Roll !!" The women's angry scolding was deafening.

After that, there was a sound of footsteps packing up and fleeing, and the footsteps suddenly stopped again, and the old phlegm's voice was as thin as a gossamer...... The consultation fee ......"

"From small to large! Are you still undercharged? The women scolded one after another.

The old phlegm's voice was even weaker: "Ling Lang suffers from a congenital disease, it is one thing, today's medical consultation, it belongs to another code, and it should be counted separately." ”

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

Before the woman's voice fell, Yang Changfan felt that his thigh was smashed hard, which was quite painful, Yang Changfan wanted to scream, but he couldn't exert half of his strength, it felt like being "pressed by a ghost" when he was sleeping.

The sound of the door closing on the other side sounded, and the old phlegm throat obviously fled.

After a moment of silence, the woman sighed, "Son, strange mother......"

After that, Yang Changfan's thigh was smashed again.

I don't blame you! Why did you smash my leg?!

"Mother......" The crisp young female voice before choked up, "It's come to this, you can pick a place for me......"

"Pick a place?" The woman asked.

The girl seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then she sobbed intermittently.

"Sycamore treats each other old, and the mandarin ducks will die. A virgin woman is a martyr, and so is she who lays down her life. ”

What a chaste poem!

"Smack!"

What a big slap in the face!

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

"Mother...... Why did you hit me......" The girl sobbed breathlessly.

"Wake you up! What a martyr! The woman scolded, "Look at "Internal Training" and "Ancient and Modern Women's Biography", do you really want to learn? ”

"Shouldn't you learn?" The girl is very wronged and stubborn.

The woman looked at the girl's expression, sadness came from it, and finally sighed: "I am stupid to marry such a good daughter-in-law!" ”

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

In addition to the pain, Yang Changfan finally began to think rationally again, first of all, he could hear that the so-called "stupid" here is by no means self-humble, the meaning is very clear, her son should be really stupid, physically stupid, through continuous beating, it is not difficult to deduce that this stupid son should refer to himself.

As for himself, eighty percent of them are dead, but they are not dead, and this is called dying.

Calmed down and followed his memory, Yang Changfan seemed to have discovered something.

First of all, he is still Yang Changfan, but he is not a graduate student of the Maritime College, but Yang Changfan from a village in Zhejiang during the Jiajing period.

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

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

The good news is that Yang Changfan's mother-in-law, Wu, that is, the woman who likes to take pleasure in corpses, did not admit that her son had any congenital diseases, and even asked her son for a beautiful daughter-in-law, making him a sexually blessed dementia patient.

The bad news is that Yang Changfan's father has given up treatment for his eldest son, focusing on cultivating the son of the concubine.

The good news is that this is no longer the case, with a highly educated, knowledgeable graduate student who knows a knack for flattery have replaced the dementia patient.

The bad news is that after talking so much, Yang Changfan himself seems to be dying.