Chapter 67: Unexplained Guilt

Speaking of last night, Hensheng suddenly remembered to ask about the strange phenomena in the sky, "Why is the heavens angry? Is it directed at you or me?"

These words made Su Zhenzhen think. Logically speaking, they must be directed at her.

However, Hensheng was barely alive when he was born, and after a long journey to the border region, it's hard to say whether he became a living dead, or the thatched hut that served as his coffin.

In comparison, this person is even more defying the laws of nature.

Su Zhenzhen blinked. "Maybe both of us could be a possibility?"

But human nature still made Su Zhenzhen let go of hatred. Just like when she was in school, if the homeroom teacher got angry in class and she was the only one who did something wrong, she would feel that the homeroom teacher was targeting her. But if she found that others had also done something wrong, her escapist mentality would make her feel that it was definitely not her.

"Alright, let's discuss the assessment. Do you know what the basic training for new recruits includes?"

Although Hensheng had read many books, none of them covered military assessments. Professional matters should be left to professionals.

"I'll go ask Qingshan."

Su Zhenzhen stopped Hensheng, who wanted to leave, saying, "Alright, alright, it's late, let him get some rest."

Immediately afterwards, Su Zhenzhen shouted into the sky.

"Family members who are still awake, do you have any thoughts?"

The comments section was filled with enthusiastic suggestions.

[The male protagonist is practically invincible now. He even defeated the Huo family army last time, so defeating Chunzhi's subordinates should be a piece of cake. He just needs to rest well, eat well, sleep well, and prepare for battle.]

[Is this kind of assessment scored across many categories? Like military strategy, tactics, etc.? Male lead, wait, I'm going to order you a copy of "The Art of War."]

Su Zhenzhen was shocked to see "The Art of War" suddenly appear out of nowhere. This thing was not something to be eaten or drunk. It contained the wisdom of our ancestors from the 906th century. If the strategic decisions in it were rashly applied to the present time, it might change the course of history to some extent. Would this be considered a violation of regulations?

Su Zhenzhen realized she had found a loophole. Maybe getting mixed into the soil with broken glass wouldn't be a problem? Maybe she had only given General Huo a small helping hand and nothing would happen? Maybe the lightning last night was meant to strike Hensheng, but it was protected by the dragon aura on his body?

Although the possibility was extremely slim, Su Zhenzhen still wanted to find an opportunity to test it out. If she weren't bound by the Heavenly Dao, she could do whatever she wanted in this world. Thinking back on her previous escape, how frustrating it was.

Hensheng had already picked up Sun Tzu's Art of War and started reading. "Zhenzhen, why are there so many strokes in the characters here?"

Su Zhenzhen was completely unaware that, at some point, Hensheng had changed his way of addressing her from Miss Su to Zhenzhen.

Turning around, I saw a simplified version of "The Art of War" by Sun Tzu. In this way, even if the book survived in this era, no one could understand it. Even if it were unearthed in later generations, it would only be considered as something written randomly by people in the past.

"Don't be surprised, that's the script we use."

Su Zhenzhen spoke casually, but Hensheng became interested.

"Zhenzhen, can you tell me about your place? Are there many ghosts there? How is it different from here?"

Seeing Hensheng's eager expression, Su Zhenzhen began to tell him, "There are very few deaths where we live, and even fewer ghosts. It's because there are so few ghosts that I came here. As for the differences, there are many."

Su Zhenzhen gave Hensheng a comprehensive introduction to the 906th century, covering everything from clothing, food, housing, and transportation. When Hensheng heard that everyone could eat their fill and stay warm, and that children under 18 did not have to work, he couldn't help but be shocked.

"I have read many historical records and magazines about mountains and rivers from various dynasties. I have never seen a dynasty so prosperous and powerful that it could feed all the people under its rule, not to mention that people under the age of 18 did not have to work. In my memory, in the past, three-year-old children in the village had to deliver food to the adults in the fields at noon."

This was the social norm in this dynasty, and Hensheng, who stayed indoors all year round, was an exception.

So when the other children in the village brought him food at noon, they would make a point of coming to his doorstep to mock him.

Young Hensheng heard this and felt distressed. He wanted to help in the fields, but whenever he tried to go out, he would be bounced back by an invisible force.

There were plenty of local bullies in the village who wanted to teach him a lesson, but no matter who entered that thatched hut, they all felt a chill all over their bodies, and when they went back at night, they either had a fever or diarrhea.

The villagers all said that the child was evil, and everyone would talk about things outside instead of going inside the house.

Su Zhenzhen was unaware that Hensheng was recalling his bleak childhood experiences and was still enthusiastically recounting the 906th century.

"In our area, things are both good and bad. Everyone has enough to eat, so people aren't thinking about how to fill their stomachs anymore, but rather how to do the least amount of work and get the most pay. Plus, the life expectancy is high there, and there's a supply-demand imbalance in many jobs, which means most people can't find work. Take me, for example."

Speaking of this, Su Zhenzhen felt a pang of sadness. If she could find a job, would she still be working as a partner in a ghost town? It was clearly a sales job, but it was extremely difficult to close a deal.

However, on the other hand, in other sales-related jobs, like selling houses, almost everyone in the 21st century already owns a home. Those with low salaries won't buy anymore, and those with high salaries wouldn't be interested in ordinary housing developments.

Other businesses selling courses, health products, and so on, primarily target a consumer group: those who can't afford to buy and those who can afford to buy don't need it.

At least the underworld partners provided food and lodging for eight months, while some of my classmates who graduated at the same time are still setting up stalls on overpasses.

After hearing Su Zhenzhen's words, Hensheng's sadness instantly turned into boundless fighting spirit. "If I ascend to the throne in the future, I will make sure that everyone in this dynasty is well-fed and clothed, and lives as long as the people in your country."

Hensheng looked into Su Zhenzhen's eyes, her gaze clear and captivating, and said, "Zhenzhen, I think your features are truly wonderful."

Su Zhenzhen's heart raced for no reason. Who wouldn't be mesmerized by such a handsome man staring into their eyes while he spoke?

No, Su Zhenzhen, wake up! They're saying your features are really good, not that you're really good. Why are you so confused?

Su Zhenzhen pretended to be very busy, looking left and right to suppress the strange feeling in her heart.

"Keep going, I believe you can succeed."

There was nothing to say for a moment, so Su Zhenzhen simply sat down to meditate to hide her inexplicable guilty conscience.

Meanwhile, Hensheng began to peruse "The Art of War" by Sun Tzu. Although it was written in simplified Chinese, he could still make out the general idea by combining the context.