Chapter 68: Second time traveling, is the Qing Dynasty about to fall?
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The space has been expanded tenfold, and the maximum number of passengers has been increased to four.
Luo Jiu received the latest notification from the system in a daze. She supported herself on the wooden floor and sat up. She opened her eyes and saw that it was pitch black all around her. However, there was definitely someone there as she could hear many shallow breathing sounds.
The heat, the stuffy humidity, made her suddenly feel like she was still in the end of the world.
In the darkness she heard someone sobbing. Who was it?
Luo Jiu lowered his voice and asked, "Is that Yaoyao? Jialing, Sister Qi, where are you?"
She tried to feel around and felt a hand. Just as she was about to pull the person over to take a closer look, she found that the person's hand was cold and stiff, and she didn't know how long he had been dead.
Luo Jiu stepped back suddenly and bumped into a sturdy body. The other party was also startled and asked hurriedly: "Who?"
The other person's voice sounded even more nervous than hers, but Luo Jiu breathed a sigh of relief, "Sister Qi, it's me."
The two held each other's hands in the dark, and soon Zhong Jialing and Cheng Yaoyao also came over following the sound. The four of them huddled together and whispered.
Zhong Jialing: "Where is this? Why is it so dark?"
Luo Jiu: "Don't be afraid, I'll take a picture, everyone take a quick look."
Luo Jiu took out a mini flashlight, turned it on quickly, scanned around, and quickly turned it off. It lasted less than two seconds. The people around him didn't seem to react, and the four of them felt disappointed.
This should be a cabin, densely packed with people, estimated to be four or five hundred.
Some people seemed to be dead, while others looked almost dead.
Most of them were men, with pale faces and thin bodies, wearing dirty linen clothes and long braids.
Judging from the attire, it should be the Qing Dynasty, as expected.
"Oh my god!" Feng Qi wiped the sweat from his forehead, "What kind of hell on earth is this?"
Before he could finish his words, the boat encountered a big wave and was shaken violently.
Immediately, several coughs were heard from the side, and the sound sounded as if someone was coughing out the lungs.
In a place where there are so many people and the air is not circulating, the most worrying thing is not where you go, but infectious diseases.
Luo Jiu quickly took out a black mask from the space and asked everyone to wear it. He then took out a night vision goggles and carefully observed the place in the dark.
They can see everything here clearly, but the people here cannot see them clearly.
Luo Jiu looked at the little girl lying next to the corpse. She looked about seven or eight years old, with tears on her face. She must have been the one crying just now.
Luo Jiu quietly leaned over, "Little sister, can you understand what I am saying?"
The girl's eyelids were so swollen that she could hardly open them, her lips were cracked and cracked, and she nodded weakly, not even having the strength to speak.
Luo Jiu picked her up and wanted to give her some water, but the space was full of plastic bottles and it was not convenient to take them out.
She quickly asked Cheng Yaoyao to get a pottery jar left over from ancient times, filled it with water, and fed it to the little girl.
I don’t know how long she had been thirsty, but as soon as she smelled the water, she immediately came over and drank several big gulps.
"Slow down, don't choke." Four people surrounded her and whispered to her.
The little girl couldn't see a thing, she just grabbed their smooth clothes, holding on tightly as if she were holding onto Buddha's feet.
She responded eagerly: "I...I can understand..."
"May I have your name?"
"Zhu Jiumei."
"How old are you this year?"
"Eight."
Luo Jiu asked again: "What year is this year?"
Zhu Jiumei was stunned for a moment, "I don't know, I'll ask for you."
Zhu Jiumei could only make a weak sound even with all her might. She tried her best to call out twice: "Father Qi!"
An old man in the corner coughed and sighed in a hoarse voice: "Child, don't be sad. Everyone will die eventually."
Zhu Jiumei lowered her head, looked at the corpse sadly, and murmured: "She is my sister."
The people around him should have heard what the old man said, but they had no reaction. It was as if being in the same room with a corpse was nothing new.
The four of them looked at each other, Feng Qi held Zhu Jiumei in his arms, and the four of them stumbled over to the old man.
The cabin was even more crowded than the Xi'erqi subway station during the evening rush hour. They stepped on countless people's hands and feet along the way. The four of them habitually said, "Sorry, sorry."
But those people didn't even have the energy to curse. If the ground they stepped on hadn't been soft, they would have really thought that these people were dead.
Luo Jiu came up to the old man, holding up the pottery jar, "Father Qi, would you like some water?"
Father Qi pursed his dry lips and shook his head, "I can still hold on, give it to others."
Upon hearing the sound, someone immediately raised his head and begged humbly: "Can you give me a sip of water? Just one sip."
Luo Jiu looked and saw that it was a 34-year-old middle-aged man who knocked his head on the ground for saliva and begged: "Good-hearted lady, I am almost dying of thirst. Please give me a sip of water. I will never forget your great kindness."
The old man heard the voice and said, "His name is Gu Dali, and he is a man of his word. If it is convenient for you, give him a bite."
Luo Jiu handed over the pottery jar and stuffed it steadily into Gu Dali's hand.
He probably never expected that it was such a big can of water. He carefully took a sip from it and returned it, "Here, girl."
Luo Jiu paused for a moment and said, "Drink some more. Let's see if anyone else needs it and share it with everyone."
As soon as these words came out, the people nearby seemed to be resurrected. They moved one by one and whispered, "Thank you!" "Thank you, young lady!" "Thank you so much!"
They were so thirsty that they came over using their hands and feet just to ask for a drink of water.
Even water that was accidentally spilled on the ground was drunk up by people.
Father Qi sighed and said, "You have divided up all the water. What are you going to do?"
Luo Jiu said: "We are not thirsty."
She quietly put a small can of water into Father Qi's hand and said, "I want to ask you what time it is now? We have been in a daze these past few days."
Father Qi took a sip of water from the jar and calculated in his mind for a while, "August 7th."
"Oh, August 7th. What year was it?"
"It's the 7th day of the eighth month in the 33rd year of the reign of Emperor Guangxu, the Dingwei year." Father Qi sighed again, "There are still eight days until the Mid-Autumn Festival."
This one sentence brought back the crying in the cabin.
Luo Jiu had no intention of comforting everyone; she just wanted to cry.
In the 33rd year of the Guangxu period, she reviewed the historical time.
In the 26th year of the reign of Emperor Guangxu, the Eight-Nation Alliance invaded China in 1900.
Western powers invaded Beijing and committed all kinds of atrocities, including burning, killing, looting and so on.
They stole a large amount of gold, silver and jewelry, and destroyed the Old Summer Palace, the garden of gardens.
Luo Jiu has never been to the Old Summer Palace, but Zhong Jialing said that the ruins of the Old Summer Palace are exactly the same as the pictures in the textbooks.
She once stared at that page of history book for a long time, as if she were placing herself in front of the pile of broken ruins, but she was so angry that she could not speak.
She couldn't imagine how those people could do such a barbaric thing. How could they wantonly trample on the land of other countries, wantonly kill the people of this land, wantonly rob the treasures, and destroy everything so cruelly...
Returning to this time and space, I never expected that I was still a step late.
Luo Jiu subconsciously clenched his fists, "The thirty-third year of the Guangxu period, 1907..."
Zhong Jialing and Feng Qi looked at each other and asked, "What happened to 1907? Is the Qing Dynasty going to fall soon?"
"What did you say?" Old Man Qi suddenly raised his head and looked at them in shock.
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