(To correct a mistake, He Jinghong was born in the 15th year of Hongwu, which was 1382.)）
Crossing time and space.
Time continued to pass.
This time, He Ping had traveled even further…
A moment later, he stopped and looked into the river.
Scenes appeared before his eyes…
In the long river, the scene that appeared was from the Nanming era…
He Ping watched as the Eight Banners Disciples led their troops to conquer the mountains and rivers, destroying the last anti-Qing force…
He Ping's footsteps were hurried, and his footprints moved from the end of the Ming Dynasty to the beginning of the Ming Dynasty. In the process, he saw the tree that Emperor Chongzhen hung from the southeast branch, and also saw the eunuchs led by Wei Zhongxian acting recklessly in the court…
The era was constantly moving backwards.
Wanli slack government, Jiajing period, Hongzhi rejuvenation...
In the end, he had reached the starting point of everything.
Early Ming Dynasty.
The prosperous era of Zhu Yuanzhang, Zhu Yunwen, and Zhu Di.
In next to no time, He Ping relied on the bloodline sensing to finally find this ancestor of his, He Jinghong.
Looking at the mischievous little Jinghong running in the yard, He Ping did not pour in a large amount of knowledge like he did to his two ancestors in recent times.
He only watched silently and occasionally made a move to cultivate his interest in astronomy and geography.
Gradually, He Jinghong developed a curiosity towards everything in the world.
Such curiosity would not be able to tell the details when they were young, but in the future, it would completely change history.
……
In 1402, Zhu Di, King of Yan, ascended the throne and changed the year title to Yongle.
This year, He Jinghong, the young manager of a pawnshop in the Ying Tian Prefecture, became the biggest joke in the city.
"This porcelain bottle is mine."
He Jinghong accepted it with a smile. Then, he took out a bag of silver and gave it to the other party without weighing it.
"If there's something similar, I'll pay twice the price.”
Such a waste of money made everyone in the city go crazy with joy. They all took out their own things to exchange for money.
However…
He Jinghong did not accept all of them. To others, he seemed to have a special method of selection, but they had studied it for a long time and could not find a long-term pattern.
He Jinghong put away a batch of porcelain bottles and clapped his hands. He smiled and said,"Ancestor, I've kept all these things you said. I'll hide them in the cave at the back of the mountain.”
He Ping nodded slightly.
He Jinghong sat on the chair and lazily looked at He Ping, who only he could see." Ancestor, tell me, where exactly is my destiny?”
He Ping closed his eyes and said softly,"When the time comes, you will naturally know."”
He Jinghong raised his hand and held the back of his head as he looked at the blue sky." You always say that the time is right. You're an immortal and your appearance hasn't changed after so many years. We're just mortals. If we wait any longer, I'm afraid we'll pass away."”
He Ping was speechless.
Compared to the ancestors he had met before, this Ming Dynasty ancestor was a little cheerful because he was born in a peaceful era.
However, this was a good thing.
The collection of cultural relics had been collected. There was a remote cave in the back of the mountain. According to Zhuge and the others 'calculations, it was sheltered from water and wind, dry and closed. Finally, it was sealed with huge rocks. Not to mention people, even birds could not enter. It was enough to last for 600 years...
Time flew by, and another three years passed.
He Ping asked He Jinghong to close the shop before heading to the fleet that was about to sail to the West.
At the port, someone asked in disbelief,""You want to follow the boat?"
"What else can I do? I'm a merchant and I want to do business with ships.”
He Jinghong's title as a merchant had already become famous in the Ying Tian Prefecture. Due to his inexplicable act of distributing wealth, many people thought of him as a simple-minded person, but on the surface, he was regarded as the God of Wealth.
"Let him board the ship."
Everyone was still hesitating when a neutral voice sounded from above.
He Jinghong looked over. The person who spoke was a beardless man in his thirties.
He Ping recognized him immediately. This was the legendary Three Treasures Eunuch, Zheng He.
He Jinghong looked at Zheng He and smiled.
"Thank you. Other than providing money, I know a lot of skills and can help.”
Zheng He only smiled at this and didn't take it seriously.
"Take your goods and board the ship.”
"Alright."
He Jinghong asked the waiters to carry the goods.
At this moment, he realized that He Ping had disappeared.
"Is it time?"
He Jinghong shook his head. Although he had been nagging about why he hadn't come yet, when it was time to part, he was filled with reluctance. He smiled bitterly and bowed deeply to the void.
When a soldier saw this scene, he could not help but point to his head." Sir, is this…is there something wrong?”
Zheng He looked below the boat and shook his head.
"Regardless of whether he is ill or not, this person is a well-known wealth giver in the Ying Tian Prefecture.”
The boat set off very quickly.
This year was the third year of Yongle, Zheng He's first time going to the West.
Along the way, many of the crew members were seriously ill due to their lack of experience at sea.
Zheng He's brows were tightly knitted together, secretly thinking that this trip might end halfway.
At this moment.
He Jinghong lazily moved a few boxes of his goods out of the warehouse.
After opening it, there was nothing valuable inside, only an ordinary orange.
After distributing the oranges, some of the soldiers 'conditions improved significantly.
"Scurvy can be cured by oranges and fresh vegetables.”
He Jinghong raised his head and looked at Zheng He on the deck, smiling faintly.
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