We have fought to the Arctic Circle, and you want me to inherit the throne?

Chapter 1022 Trip to Yunmeng Mountain (2)

The letter that senior left for Xu Jiezi was very long. Li Che only read the beginning and end, glanced at the middle, and then stopped reading.

Although he had only read a few paragraphs, Li Che had already gained a much clearer understanding of the vision and ambition of this predecessor named Wang Yuanshan.

He didn't read the details carefully because it was a matter between Xu Jiezi and his master, and respect for one's elders was still necessary.

Li Che gently folded the letter, carefully placed it back into the envelope, and set it aside.

His gaze then fell upon another letter on the desk.

The envelope of this letter is exactly the same as the one given to Xu Jiezi, both covered in the dust of time.

But Li Che knew that this letter was from Wang Yuanshan, a 'comrade' from the same world, which meant his own.

My heart started racing again, involuntarily.

With a mix of excitement and trepidation, almost like the feeling of returning home, Li Che reached out and opened the second letter.

The envelope was unsigned and completely blank.

The letter paper was also slightly yellowed, and the handwriting on it was the same as the previous letter, written vertically in a strong style.

He focused intently and read on, word by word:

To those who come after:

Then:

"Hello, comrade!"

The very first sentence, just four words, was like a powerful electric current, instantly piercing through Li Che's psychological defenses!

Comrade!

He called me comrade!

Spanning a century and transcending global barriers, these two words are both profound and warm.

It is not a title for ruler and subject, nor for teacher and student, but the highest honor for those who share the same ideals!

He suppressed his turbulent emotions and continued reading:

If you can read these words and understand the meaning of the word 'comrade,' then you and I should come from the same place and have similar souls.

I don't know why you came to this era, nor do I know how many years have passed between us.

My name is Wang Yuanshan. I was born in an era when the old world collapsed and the new world was being conceived amidst blood and fire.

Our generation witnessed humiliation, experienced war, and also built a brand new country with great hope.

Unfortunately, fate played a cruel trick on me, and I didn't live to see the day when my ideal was fully realized before I came here.

When I first came into this world, I was lost, I was desperate, and I even thought about going with the flow.

But what's ingrained in one's bones can never be changed.

I will record as systematically as possible what I know and have learned.

It's not because they're particularly advanced; most of them are just basic.

Rather, it's because they represent a method, a tool for understanding and transforming the world.

I hope that those who come after me will be able to avoid some of the detours and enable the people of this land to live a life free from hunger and fear, and with dignity.

I set that password.

That is the light that will never fade in the hearts of me and countless others like me.

Unraveling this mystery proves that our blood and beliefs originate from the same soil.

This world is vast and complex, with its own operating logic and historical inertia.

Directly copying the experiences of our time might lead to problems or even disasters.

I hope you will be extremely cautious, adapt to local conditions, and find a 'path' that belongs to this era.

What is hidden outside the cave are 'techniques' and tools.

What I want to leave you is some reflection on the 'Tao,' and a small 'gift' I've prepared for it.

Li Che held his breath, his gaze fixed on the following text.

Hu Qiang looked at him with concern, hesitating whether to remind his emperor that he had taken more than ten breaths, but his emperor hadn't exhaled at all.

If this continues, Hu Qiang fears His Majesty might suffocate himself.

Li Che had no time to pay attention to Hu Qiang. He knew that the entrustment made by Comrade Wang Yuanshan across a century was only just beginning.

By now, you should have a better understanding of my background.

Let me tell you about my experiences since I came into this world. Perhaps it will give you a more genuine understanding of this world and the choices I made later.

I returned from studying abroad shortly after the founding of the People's Republic of China.

At that time, our motherland was in dire need of reconstruction, and everything was flourishing.

I threw myself into the work with great enthusiasm. I cannot disclose the specific area here, but I can only say that it is related to national strategic equipment.

Life was tough, resources were scarce, and we often went hungry, but we were spiritually fulfilled like never before.

We all firmly believe that with our own hands, we will surely be able to build a strong new China on this land that has endured so much hardship, so that our compatriots will never again be bullied.

However, fate played an incredibly cruel joke on me.

One day, after countless days and nights of continuous struggle, I suddenly felt everything go black and lost consciousness.

When I woke up, I found myself in a completely unfamiliar wilderness, and my body had turned into that of a emaciated child.

At first, I thought it was a hallucination caused by fatigue and malnutrition, or that I was caught in some kind of strange dream.

I ran frantically, trying to find familiar sights, to find my way back, even if it was just to see a red flag or hear a familiar accent.

But, nothing.

The surrounding vegetation, landforms, and even the color of the sky all exude an unfamiliar tone.

I begged my way through the world, wandering aimlessly, piecing together the outline of this world through scattered pieces of information and observations.

As you've probably noticed, the history of this world took a different turn than we understand it after the Qin Dynasty.

Lacking the splendor of the Han and Tang dynasties, and the elegance of the Song and Ming dynasties, what remains unchanged is the constant rise and fall of unfamiliar dynasties.

The lives of ordinary people are not exactly miserable, but they are certainly not good either.

Taxes, corvée labor, and various other forms of exploitation that are difficult to define leave most people struggling to survive.

But at that time, none of this mattered to me.

Every day, I desperately miss my experiments, my colleagues and comrades, my project that had just seen the light at the end of the tunnel but had not yet been fully completed, and that land that I was determined to make stand at the top of the world again.

That heart-wrenching homesickness almost devoured me, knocking me down time and time again.

Ultimately, the combined mental and physical collapse brought me down, and I fell in an unknown mountain forest.

Before I fell into a coma, I even had a sliver of hope.

Perhaps this really is just a long nightmare, and death is the time to wake up and go home.

However, I opened my eyes again.

What came into view was a gentle face.

The person who saved me claimed to be a cultivator from Yunmeng Mountain.

Yunmeng Mountain? I'm not a history major, but I've heard of this name before and know that it's the legendary place where Guiguzi lived in seclusion.

At that time, I was heartbroken and had nowhere to go.

Seeing that the other party was indeed kind-hearted, he silently accepted the arrangement and stayed in Yunmeng Mountain.

In the beginning, I hardly communicated with anyone and lived in a daze, in my own closed world.

The people in the mountains all thought I had suffered a misfortune and was a fool who had lost his soul.

Ironically, that state of being free from all thoughts and responsibilities actually gave me a long-lost sense of tranquility.

I was just too tired and too tense before.

The turning point came one afternoon.

I overheard several elders from the mountains arguing heatedly over a math problem that seemed extremely simple to me, roughly equivalent to the math problems taught to ten-year-old children in our area, but they couldn't grasp the point.

Listening to those outdated and complicated solutions, I couldn't help but chuckle.

That smile, however, brought trouble.

The elder who saved me and later became my master frowned at me for the first time and asked me in a serious tone why I was laughing.

Perhaps it was because he had been silent for too long, or perhaps it was because his scholarly spirit had resurfaced.

Using concepts they could understand, I wrote out six different problem-solving approaches in one go.

Everyone in the room was stunned.

The look in their eyes changed from pity to horror and disbelief in an instant.

From that day on, my carefree days as a "mentally challenged child" in Yunmeng Mountain were gone forever.

The names "prodigy" and "divinely gifted" spread like wildfire, and some even whispered that I was a divine intervention by the founder of Yunmeng Mountain, bestowed upon me the successor of Yunmeng Mountain.

I was disdainful of this.

Guiguzi Wang Xu, although he also has the surname Wang, has absolutely no relation to me.

However, Guiguzi also owned a mountain, so he should be considered a large landowner. His background wasn't much better than mine.

However, my master, the elder who saved me and was about to change the rest of my life, no longer regarded me as a mentally challenged child who needed care, but truly began to cultivate me as a disciple.

He began to teach me to read and write, starting with the most basic classics of history, philosophy, and literature.

To be honest, I've never been very interested in humanities subjects.

But perhaps out of gratitude for my master saving my life, I patiently continued learning.

And this learning led me to discover an unexpected world.

I witnessed the wisdom of the pre-Qin philosophers, their profound insights and grand reflections on human nature, society, and the laws of the universe.

It seems to be one of two different paths to understanding the world from the natural science system that I am familiar with, yet they are subtly connected at certain highest levels.

The pleasure of that kind of thinking, to some extent, soothed my regret that I couldn't pursue my original major.

As I delved deeper into the study of classics, history, philosophy, and literature, my state of mind quietly changed.

I stopped wallowing in my own despair and began to turn my gaze to this world that was similar to my hometown, and to this country called 'Huan Dynasty'.

The more I study and observe, the clearer one idea becomes: the historical trajectories of the two worlds diverged in the Qin Dynasty, but their languages, writing systems, physical appearances, and even many underlying social structures share striking similarities.

Is this just a coincidence?

In the vast universe, is there some unknown connection between these two civilizations?

What if these ancient people, who speak the same language and have the same appearance as me, are also my 'compatriots' in some sense?

Once this idea takes root, it quickly sprouts and grows.

Ultimately, this led me to make a grave mistake, even plunging me into despair, and causing me to do something I will regret for the rest of my life.