1918.
That year, He Taiping was five years old.
He Ping stood in the air without any wind and looked at his great grandfather.
Just as the information said, his grandfather was a child prodigy.
At the age of four, he could recognize 3,000 Chinese characters.
At the age of five, he was able to read " Dragon Whip Shadow ". Although he didn't understand the meaning, he could recite it thoroughly.
According to the information, Great-Grandfather had only taken the wrong path.
In such a revolutionary era, he chose to study in a traditional Chinese school, which was destined to go against the fate of China.
A person's intelligence could not escape the tide of the times.
He Ping came to this era to let He Taiping follow the era.
He pointed out his finger and the knowledge about western firearms poured into He Taiping's mind.
The wind blew, and He Taiping, who was reciting the Confucian classics, suddenly stopped.
The teacher frowned, took out his ferule, and slammed it on the table.
"Why aren't you memorizing it?"
He Taiping looked at the book in his hand and felt extremely disgusted. He jumped up.
"Xueru can't save Huaxia."
"…" Teacher.
He Ping looked at all of this and exhaled.
He took a few steps out of thin air and it was the year 1934.
At this moment, He Ping almost bit his tongue when he saw He Taiping enter the academy.
Genius, peerless genius!
He saw the words 'National Southwest Alliance University' written on the school gate that his grandfather had walked into!
If people who were not familiar with modern history heard this name, they would think that it was some bad school.
However, He Ping knew very well that the future Tsinghua University and Peking University were not worth mentioning in front of this school.
The elites of this era gathered here.
This school had only existed for eight years.
In just these eight years, they had nurtured two Nobel Prize winners, four State Science and Technology Award winners, eight Merit Medal winners, 171 academicians, and hundreds of humanities masters!
He Ping couldn't say anything more about his grandfather being able to get into such a prestigious school at the age of 16.
If he had inherited a tenth of his grandfather's intelligence, he would have graduated from Qingbei University!
He Ping continued reading.
"Oh no, I messed up!"
He watched as his grandfather came out of the classroom, shaking his head. He looked up at the sky and sighed.
Soon, He Ping arrived at the day of his curls.
98 points.
'Why am I not affected by this? It's all within my expectations…'
He Ping felt that it was getting more and more boring, so he directly crossed the River of Spacetime and arrived many years in the future.
Here, he saw his grandfather graduate and go to the M Nation to study. He completed his credits in less than two years and passed his PhD defense in a year.
" Then, you settled down overseas?'
" If things develop like this, when I return, there will be a line of people left in the M Nation.'
" If it's handled properly, I'll inject future knowledge at the critical moment. The He family will develop very well with this advanced technology.'
He Ping felt that this might be the case.
However, the next year, He Taiping's actions would completely slap him in the face.
He Taiping's achievements had also caught the attention of the M Nation. They planned to use better research and living conditions to keep him there. His mentor also wanted him to stay, and his friends from the same school also wanted him to stay, but they were all politely rejected.
In 1950, He Taiping and his 200-year-old expert returned to China!
Autumn of 1958.
"The country needs you to set off firecrackers.”An old man came to his room and told him.
He Taiping raised his head. He was already thirty-four years old.
Firecrackers?
He Ping didn't have time to think about it. He noticed that his achievement points were about to be exhausted with the frequent transmigration.
He didn't have time to continue reading, so he immediately turned the clock to the end, hoping to give him some future technology at the end to complete the plan he had envisioned at the beginning.
However, at the end of time, He Ping did not see his grandfather. He only saw a dazzling white light. He was surrounded by a vast yellow desert. The sky was filled with thick black smoke. The smoke gathered and did not disperse, condensing into a mushroom-shaped cloud...
“……”
He Ping was dumbfounded.
As the white light swept past, he saw that He Taiping's base had been reduced to ruins.
For a moment, he seemed to understand something.
He had brought a lot of knowledge with him on this trip, but he couldn't hand it over to Great-Grandfather.
He Ping stood in the air and bowed deeply toward the ruins.
'What peace, what peace, how to open up future generations to peace…'
In the blink of an eye.
He Ping returned to the original era and sat by the bed. That inexplicable emotion did not subside.
……
At the same time.
After the Rong family was splashed in the face, Song Xin was still angry. She found a bar and drank with a few second-generation heirs while scolding He Ping.
"He said that he wants me to kneel down and apologize tomorrow. Haha, I don't know where he got his confidence from!”
"Ignore him. Let's drink until we're drunk! Whoever apologizes tomorrow is an idiot!"
Just as the few of them were exchanging drinks, a group of people suddenly arrived at the entrance of the bar.
"Grandpa." Song Xin's expression changed as she stood up.
The current head of the Song family, Song Qinghang, looked at his granddaughter and threw a gun at the table coldly.
"Grandpa, what do you mean…"
"Tomorrow, kneel down and apologize."
Song Qinghang pointed at the gun. He usually doted on his granddaughter, but at this moment, he seemed to have no feelings for her.
"Otherwise, I'll shoot you right here!”
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