Li Zisheng did not go to the cafeteria, but hurried back to Linshuiju's dormitory.

When he came back, it was already dark. When he entered the door, he saw Shi Gandang trying hard to draw water next to the well.

The boy couldn't help but ask, "Shitou, what are you doing?"

Shi Gan replied mutely: "I want to get some water and wait for you to come back and wash for you."

"Have you eaten?"

Xiao Shutong shook his head and found out that he had been hungry for a day. Young Master Li secretly scolded himself for carelessness, went back to his room to get some snacks, and handed them over to Shi Gandang.

"You can make a meal first, and I'll cook later."

If someone comes in at this time, you can see the wonder of the young master cooking for the Shutong.

Li Zisheng made a bucket of water, washed some rice, and put it in the pot. He cut a few pieces of bacon and squid into the steamer, and placed it on the pot as a side dish for rice. Then he lit the heat and started cooking.

He didn't make any trouble, but just followed him quietly and ate pastries.

While waiting for the food to come out of the pot, the boy chatted with him in a mess with his book boy.

"Stone, why don't you eat snacks?"

"That's for you, Master, I can't eat it."

"Then why don't you cook by yourself?"

"I won't." Shi Gandang was only eight years old after all, and he was a child who was cared for by his parents more than ten days ago.

Li Zisheng sighed and said, "Shitou, don't call me Young Master when there is no one in the future, just call me Brother Sheng."

"No, Master, no."

"If you don't call me, I won't give you food!"

"Well, young master... Brother Sheng." Shi Gandang raised his little face and thought for a while, and finally nodded.

"Stone, do you want to cultivate immortality?"

"In no mood."

"Why?"

"Immortals are bad guys."

"Then am I a bad guy?"

"Young Master... Brother Sheng is not a bad guy, you are a good guy."

"Then I'm also cultivating immortals."

The little Shutong did not answer.

The boy continued to induce, "Shitou, what should you do if you meet a bad guy?"

"Try it."

"What should I do if I can't beat it?"

"Run."

"Then you can't escape?"

"God, please come down from heaven and beat those bad guys."

"Then they can't beat it even if they come down? It's like..."

As soon as he said this, the young man realized that he had made up his words and swallowed them back after saying a while.

The two of them fell silent, and only the crackling sound of firewood burning in the stove and the gurgling sound of boiling water in the pot were heard. The fragrance of rice and the aroma of meat filled the small kitchen.

After a cigarette, Shi Gandang, who lowered his head, asked leisurely: "What do you think, Brother Sheng?"

"Of course we are stronger than those bad guys. We will beat them away when the bad guys come."

"So, Brother Sheng wants to cultivate immortality?"

"yes!"

Xiao Shutong thought about it carefully before nodding: "Brother Sheng, what you said makes sense, I also want to cultivate immortality!"

"Okay, I'll teach you how to practice in the future."

"Um."

After dinner, Master Li and Shi Xiaoshutong cleaned up the dishes and tableware together, and the two washed up again. Shi Gandang was still a child, and his eyes were a little too open when he was full. Li Zisheng asked him to rest by himself.

Instead of going to the bedroom, he changed his clothes and came to the practice room.

Since the boy got the red cloth, he has also studied it several times. But he only knew that this "treasure" was "crying" in his mind except for Yuan Shi nearby, and there was no movement at all at all.

However, because of these days, he deliberately ignored the call of the red cloth. Even if he stood by the Yuanshi, he could no longer feel its "noisy".

Now I have a few Yuan stones on my hand, so I just need to do some research. Let’s see what happens after “feeding” Yuan stones to this red cloth.

The practice room is the simplest part of this building, with nothing but futons, incense burners, and candles.

Li Zisheng lit a candle, put it cross-legged on the futon, spread the red cloth and lay it flat on the ground in front of the futon, then picked up a piece of Yuan stone and placed it on it.

The Yuan stone placed on the red cloth was not abnormal at first, but gradually it began to light up and became brighter until the boy turned his head and did not dare to look directly.

When the room darkened again, he turned around and saw that the Yuan stone had turned into an ordinary stone with gray. The boy turned into a pile of ashes with his hand.

Li Zisheng picked up the red cloth and shook off the Yuan slag on it, looked left and right, but the red cloth still had no change at all.

Depressed, he was about to give up, and was about to put away the red cloth again, and his shouts came back in his mind, but this time it was still a baby cry. This sound was just a meaning, and it also wanted Yuanshi!

Without thinking, the boy got up and went to the study to take another Yuan stone and put it on the red cloth. He repeated the process of the Yuan stone shining light and finally turning into gravel. This time the red cloth finally reacted, and some strange light flowed on the red cloth.

The red cloth finally stopped crying and began to "act coquettishly". Li Zisheng didn't care about Xiyuanshi and took another piece and put it on.

After the red cloth "eats" the third Yuan stone, the light on it was almost the same as when the boy first discovered it. As soon as Li Zisheng touched this object, the strange white space came to his eyes.

This time he was mentally prepared and was not in a hurry to make a decision. Instead, he carefully observed the images and finally chose the brightest image and touched it.

The boy was indeed sucked into this picture again.

This time, Li Zisheng was among a group of strangely dressed children, who were only about ten years old, both men and women, wearing uniform short jackets and long trousers.

These children also have one similar thing, that is, they all tied a red sweat towel around their necks, which looked...it looked quite similar to their red cloth.

He also followed these children into a strange multi-story building. When he entered the door, he saw a banner hanging on the screen wall with five big words written: Knowledge is power.

Li Zisheng followed the team up the stairs and entered a large room with dozens of tables and chairs arranged neatly. He also sat down on a chair in a daze.

There was a large black board on the wall opposite the boy. In front was a table larger than other tables in the room, and underneath was a large staircase made of mud.

There are eight big words on the board: Study hard and improve every day.

Li Zisheng was looking around, and he heard someone shouting "Stand up", and he also stood up with everyone.

From outside, a middle-aged man in a short jacket walked up the stairs, put the book in his hand on the table, and said, "Hello, classmates."

"Hello teacher." The students bowed as they said.

"People, please sit down." Everyone sat down as they said.

The teacher cleared his throat and said, "Students, what we are going to learn today is the American Civil War. Please turn the book to page 99."

There was a sound of flipping books in the classroom, and the boy also opened a book by the table.

The book cover reads History.

The "historical" teacher said: "The American Civil War, also known as the Civil War, is a large-scale civil war in American history. The two sides participated in the war were the United States of America (the Federation) and the United States of America (the Confederacy). The war started because of the 11 southern states of the United States. They withdrew from the Federation one after another on the grounds that Abraham Lincoln became president in 1861, and established a government with Jefferson Davis as the "President", and expelled the federal troops stationed in the south. Lincoln ordered the attack on the "rebellious" states. On April 3, 1865, the federal army captured Richmond. On April 9, General Robert Lee, commander-in-chief of the Allied Army, led 28,000 troops to surrender to the federal army. The victory in the north of the American Civil War ended, and the United States resumed unification."

He continued: "The cause of this war is complicated...

Li Zisheng didn't understand many terms, but he still understood under the teacher's explanation that this was a war between industrial and commercial masters against agricultural capitalists.

In a place called the United States, the industrialists in the north oppose "free trade" and hope that the government will establish a strict tariff protection system to protect their newborn industries. The government did do the same. The modern Republican Party, which enthusiastically embraced free trade, was established during this period, but they strongly opposed "free trade" back then.

The "reactionary" planters in southern states strongly opposed such tariff policies because they exported agricultural products to make profits, calling them "disgusted with tariffs". As early as decades before the moderate abolitionist and Republican Lincoln came to power, they began to make military preparations, and finally left the federal government under the pretext that he came to power and became president.

Li Zisheng had no prejudice against this war, and he keenly stripped away the gentle veil of "abolitionism" covered on the face of this war.

The boys found that this was just a war caused by agricultural capitalists' opposition to the fiscal policy of the central government. When they found that they could no longer prevent the industrial capital group from coming to power and dominating the government, they simply rely on force and directly independent to separate from the government.

Military is a continuation of politics, and the boy suddenly thought of this sentence.

So what is politics?

Why did I subconsciously choose this picture? Is it just to let myself teach a lesson about the war in the "history" of the anoplanet?

The boy's heart moved, and he vaguely realized something.

If planters in the southern United States can start wars to maintain "free trade" and slavery, then when some people's right to issue money is deprived and damaged...

Aren’t the grain merchants in the south and the heavenly gates in the north, the two sides that are opposed to each other?

Just as he thought of this, a harsh ringtone came from Li Zisheng's ear. This time, not only did he withdraw from the illusion, but he also returned to reality directly.

When the boy looked at the red cloth again, the light on it had indeed become much dimmed. The three-sided Yuanshi stones were exchanged for such an illusion. Even though Li Zisheng didn't care much about money, he still felt a little painful.

He did not try to use the red cloth again, but hid it close to his body, put out the candlelight, and went back to the bedroom to rest.

The boy didn't know that this red cloth was a fragment of a magical artifact, to be precise, a fragment in a "part" that made up this "artifact".

This artifact was originally a treasure of killing created by the ancient war god Chiyou, who intercepted the war force and created the war power.

Unfortunately, Li Zisheng is only a fragment in his hand, but this fragment can be regarded as the root of a complete magic weapon. To use a computer as a metaphor, it means that there is only a processor, and there is no other component or peripheral part of the motherboard.

Its current function is to sense the owner's thoughts and organize and amplify them.

If the energy is enough, you can sense other people, especially those who are hostile to the little master, which can be regarded as a "warning radar".

Although Li Zisheng himself is still ignorant, he actually has countless memories of him as a "war envoy". This "information processor" can now be regarded as a full use, all because of the extraordinary origin of this young man.
Chapter completed!