In the northwest of China, deep in the Tengger Desert - there is a large building. The signature to the outside world is: China Desert Research Center, which is actually selling dog meat with the title of sheep. Its true face is - the desert survival training base under the Special Personnel Training Center of the National Security Administration of China.

As the director of the base, Yu Boqian has considerable rights. Except for the special-level students of the National Security Bureau that are not under his jurisdiction, students of other levels must have their signatures to obtain a certificate of passing the desert survival training. (All students must pass the training here to formally graduate and start work) This place is high and the emperor is far away. Generally speaking, he has the final say. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is the local emperor here. Yu Boqian lived a very comfortable life here. (The red light indicates a first-level accident) Yu Boqian was shocked and had an accident? Accident report - No. 9527, a "Special A"-level student in the 99th issue of the Special Personnel Training Center of the National Security Bureau was sent to the base for one month of survival training half a month ago. He will officially graduate after the training. He encountered a level 12 sandstorm in the desert today and lost contact with the satellite positioning system. The expected possibility of survival is one in ten thousand.

After reading the report, Yu Boqian suddenly felt that his head was cold at first, and then spread along his spine to the back of his feet. The special-level students were all treasures in the eyes of the director of the National Security Bureau. Moreover, it was still a "special A" level. The special personnel training center has been established for almost 100 years. There are only about 10 students with "special A" level. Unexpectedly, one of them was in his hands. After that, everything was over.

Yang Yi, codenamed 9527, is 185 cm tall and weighs 75 kilograms. A student from the 99th period of the National Security Bureau Special Personnel Training Center, became an orphan at the age of 6, and was later adopted by the state secret. Before the age of 13, he had been training in a secret base for culture, fighting, shooting, etc., and was considered by the director of the base to be one of the best students in 50 years. Because he completed it at the age of 13, he studied skillfully and was sent to Europe and the United States for 3 years. Later, he went to Japan and South Korea to study, and was proficient in 10 foreign languages, a master's degree in history at the University of Cambridge, and a master's degree in mechanical manufacturing at the University of Tokyo.

There will never be more than 3 people who can see this file. Yang Yi has used more than a dozen names, but has never used the name "Yang Yi" in public. The name he is called "9527" internally. This name can only appear in the file.

Damn Meteorological Forecasting Department, why didn’t such a big sandstorm forecast in advance?

I don’t know how long it took, Yang Yi to wake up. Where is this? He didn’t care about the soreness all over his body. The first thing Yang Yi did after he woke up was to observe the surrounding environment. It was obviously very different from the desert. This was a mountainous area. Judging from the surrounding surface plants, it should be southern or southwest of China. Unexpectedly, a sandstorm would make him so far. As a well-trained agent, Yang Yi quickly calmed down and began to check his equipment.

The domestically produced Type 05 pistol has a diameter of 3.8 mm, can load 10 rounds at a time, has an effective range of 200 meters, and has 5 magazines on the body.

The domestically produced "blood-drinking" dagger has a length of 20 cm in length and a special blood groove at the blade. If it is not processed in time after the middle, the blood will continue to flow.

The domestic "Compass" multi-functional microcomputer has an information storage capacity of up to 100G, and is only the size of an ordinary watch. It is written and has the function of ground satellite positioning. It uses solar cells as the driving energy. It is a watch when you carry it in your hand. This is the treasure of the National Security Bureau.

Let’s take a look at the field bag behind it. There are some commonly used medicines in the bag, including Yang Yi’s electric shaver, paste and toothbrush.

After checking the equipment and looking at the time, it is 5.30 am. The place I am now in is halfway up the mountain. Looking toward the foot of the mountain, there is faint smoke rising from the cooking stove. I didn’t expect that it was the 22nd century, and people in the mountains still use wood as fuel. It seems that there is no sun or moon in the mountains.

A thatched cottage is built beside the mountain, bamboo fences make a fence, and a courtyard is surrounded. Under the impact of the spring water from the mountain, the wheel drives the millstone and is environmentally friendly. Yang Yi thought this way, why are there no telephone poles? Yang Yi wondered. There are rice fields in the distance, and there are still freshly planted green seedlings in the rice fields. There are dozens of buildings like this, which are very loosely distributed, and most of them are their own. Not far away, there is a "back to the past" vacation villa developed by a company, right? There are often publicity on TV advertisements.

No matter what, I am hungry, I have never eaten anything cooked in the desert these days. I will go get some food first. Yang Yi decided to disturb the owner.

With a 'zhi', the main entrance in the courtyard was pushed open, and a 17-8-year-old girl came out with her head down. The girl was dressed in late Qing Dynasty. Yang Yi couldn't help but sigh that modern network technology allowed girls in the mountains to know that today's clothing is popular in retro style, and the clothes from the Qing Dynasty are the most popular.

"Hello, I'm disturbing." Yang Yi took a step forward and said at the door of the yard:

This girl looked like a diligent woman. As soon as dawn broke out, she came out to wash with a bunch of clothes. Her hair looked a little messy. It seemed that she had just gotten up and had not had time to sort it out.

Seeing a stranger talking, the girl quickly looked up at Yang Yiyi, then quickly turned around and shouted to the room, "Dad, a customer is here." Even Yang Yi didn't even see her face clearly, and then turned back to the room.

The girl spoke a dialect. In the subjects of the agents, dialect also appeared as an elective course. Yang Yi had a natural hobby for languages, so she spent a little time on dialects. Most of the general dialects can be understood, and she could also say it. Yang Yi judged that the dialect spoken by the girl in front of her was a dialect in southwest China and should be a dialect in Liuzhou. The general meaning of Yang Yi could understand it, but he couldn't speak it.

A middle-aged man in his thirties was found in the room. He was tall and thin, pale in his skin, clear and vibrant face, and a long braid was dragged behind his head, looking like a weak scholar. It seemed that he was the manager of this.

Seeing the girl back home and a middle-aged man came out, Yang Yi said intimately: The girls in the mountains are still quite ancient and shy. It seems that the boss here can do business, and even the employees' dressings look like the Qing Dynasty. Thinking of this, Yang Yi smiled and said to the middle-aged man: "Sir, I've been disturbed. I've been lost in the mountains for a few days, tired and hungry, and I want to buy some food from you."

The middle-aged man was stunned and looked at Yang Yi for a while, looking puzzled, but he still bowed his hands and said in a very awkward Mandarin: "This young man is right. The humble house is located in the mountains and has nothing to be treated. There is still a simple meal. When you go out, you will have a dilemma. You will see you when you take the money."

A small table was placed in the courtyard, and the girl came out of the house to bring out a pot of porridge and a bowl of sweet potatoes. It seemed that it was really simple to eat. It was all the damn scientists who said that eating more coarse grains will lead to longevity. They made people buy stick noodles and sorghum rice in the city. I didn’t expect that this argument is now poisoned by even the people in the mountains. Although it is simple food, it is much stronger than Yang Yi eating gerbils in the desert, and cactus and other belly. Yang Yi was really hungry and felt that he had to pay after eating anyway, so he was not polite. A pot of porridge and a plate of sweet potatoes were eaten quickly. Yang Yi’s eating seemed to scare the girl, with a pair of big eyes staring at Yang Yi. Yang Yi had the chance to see the girl’s face clearly, a pretty, slightly pale melon-shaped face, a small mouth, a very classical beauty.

After eating and drinking, Yang Yi felt that he had left. He opened the field bag and was about to pay. Then he realized that he had not brought his wallet. Yang Yi blushed in embarrassment. It was really uncomfortable to eat the first time in his life.

The middle-aged man seemed to see Yang Yi's embarrassment, and smiled and shook his hand: "It's okay, it's okay, the saint said: It's a great pleasure to have friends coming from afar. The young master comes from afar and is a guest. It's not enough to talk about the mere sip, so just go there with confidence."

Yang Yi searched through his bag, found the ivory comb he usually used, and placed it on the table: "I'm disturbing, this thing is not worth much, I'll give it to this girl to play with." He said that, and stood up and said goodbye.

"Young Master, please wait. I have a question. I wonder if it is convenient?"

Yang Yi wondered: Why did this man speak wrinkled? He just spoke, but he nodded.

"I see that although the young master dresses strangely, he looks handsome and looks righteous, not like a villain. But now he is the world of the Qing Dynasty. The Qing Dynasty has rules, and those who do not leave braids are a death sentence. The young master goes out like this, isn't he afraid of being taken away by the officials as a thief?" The middle-aged man said sincerely:

What? What? Yang Yi was so dizzy when he heard this. The Qing Dynasty? Wait? No wonder I always feel that something was wrong. It turned out that this was the Qing Dynasty, not a resort villa, but the real Qing Dynasty, MD, where did the damn sandstorm get me?

Yang Yi's expression was yin and yang, constantly changing, and he was thief. The guys from the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom seemed to be called thief by the Qing government. Unexpectedly, he would return to the darkest era in Chinese history. The hateful sandstorm, even if the protagonist of the YY novel went back in the past, he could mostly get into a good era of the Han and Tang dynasties, and Kangxi was just a good era. How could I catch up with the era?

"Is it Mr. Xianfeng today?" Yang Yi asked tentatively:

"That's right, why isn't the young master not a native of the Qing Dynasty? Why did he speak good official words?"

Yang Yi told himself that he must face the reality. Since he is back and it seems that he can't go back immediately, he can only face it and get yourself a reasonable identity first.

"Hey!!!" Yang Yi opened with a sigh as his opening remark

"It's a long story. My ancestors were officials in the Ming Dynasty. When Wu Sangui led the Qing Dynasty to pass, but my ancestors refused to betray the previous dynasty, so they all traveled across the ocean. First, they went to the South China Sea, and then moved to the West to settle down. Now, it has been 200 years. In recent years, Western powers have repeatedly invaded China. However, the Qing government has failed to resist, which has caused the status of overseas Chinese to plummet. I am in the West and have considerable achievements in Western science. My father asked me to come back to see if I can contribute to my China. If I can fulfill my responsibilities for the motherland, I can also comfort my ancestors and ancestors in the nine springs."

"So that's it. It's said that most Westerners have short hair. The young master has lived overseas for a long time and is like them. It seems that this is true, but why did the young master get here?"

The thief? It seems that Hong Xiuquan has rebelled. Judging from the accent of their speech, this place should be Guangxi. Thinking of this, Yang Yi said:

When I was overseas, I heard my elders talk about the scenery of their hometown. I knew what Huangshan Mountain in Anhui, Mount Tai in Shandong, and the landscape of Guilin. This time I came back to Guangzhou. I heard that Guangdong is not far from Guilin, so I wanted to come and see it. Who knew that the mountain road was difficult and I had been in the mountains for more than ten days after walking along the way."

"I didn't expect that although you live overseas, you always have the desire to serve the country. This makes me admire and ashamed." said the middle-aged man:

"Why did you say this? I see that Mr. is elegant in manners and extraordinary in conversation, and is not comparable to ordinary people." Yang Yi flattered him first.

"Shame!!! Shame!!! Shame!!! I am a prominent family here, and I have won three Jinshi. Now I am an official in Taicang, Jiangsu. Because of the dark officialdom and the rampant foreign barbarians, I can neither save the people from water and fire, nor do I want to join the corrupt officials of fish and meat. Gu had the idea of ​​resigning and returning home. Two years ago, I returned to Yong'an because of Dingyou's worries. I wanted to take the opportunity to read a few books at home and do some satisfactory articles. Seeing that Dingyou's period was approaching, who knew that last year, the thief Hong Xiuquan took the lead in rebelling and the troops were coming to Yong'an, so I had to take my little girl back to my hometown to avoid the disaster of this war. I originally planned to resign on the grounds of poor health. Now after hearing the young master's words, I stopped the idea of ​​retiring. After returning, I tried my best to do some good things for the local people. It was better than letting those corrupt officials go to harm the disaster."

It seems that the official is still a clean official. Yang Yi couldn't help but express his affection and thought of making friends.

"Haha, it's really rude. I haven't asked the teacher for a long time to ask him for his surname."

"I dare not, Xiao's surname is Wei, his name is Xiaosheng, and his name is Xitong. Do you want to ask the name of the young master?"

"Yang Yi, whose courtesy name is Xianyang. What is the name of that girl?"

"Little girl Xiu'er."

The two exchanged names, and this was a friend. Then they chatted in a broad daylight, until the girl called for lunch, and then they finished. At the invitation of Wei Xiaosheng, Yang Yi stayed and rested for a day and decided where to go.

In the evening, Yang Yi followed his future habits and walked by the river beside the village, thinking while walking. Since he came to this era, he had to do something that would benefit the country and the people so that he would not be in vain to come here. But now he was in a dark state and didn't know where to start. Although this era is a little bit bad, there are still good things. First, he doesn't have to always do things according to orders in the future, and he can do what he likes without anyone interfering. For example, the master's degree in mechanical education at the University of Tokyo was arranged by the leader to study.

This is an era where many wives can be married. Now he can talk to anyone he wants to talk to. Unlike in the future, the young women he comes into contact with cannot have feelings, and at most they are training partnerships with sex skills, which makes Yang Yi very upset. One thing Yang Yi has always been in his heart, that is, in fact, Yang Yi doesn't like the profession of agents at all. Yang Yi envies normal people for making friends and talking about feelings, but as an excellent agent, feelings are a luxury. Yang Yi only had mechanical commands and obedience in his past life.

Seeing the sky gradually fading, Yang started walking back.

When he arrived at the entrance of the village, he found that many villagers were gathering at the entrance of the village. There were also women crying. Yang Yi secretly thought, what happened? Yang Yi squeezed into the crowd and saw that it was a little boy in the village lying on the ground, breathing rapidly, his eyes were closed, his lips were black, and his teeth were tightly tight. After asking, he found out that the child was bitten by a snake. He had just gotten back to the village. After the barefoot doctor in the village was dealt with urgently, he could not treat him. After the child's mother arrived, she just knelt on the side and cried. It seemed that the child could not survive.

Yang Yi looked at the child's symptoms and must have been bitten by the cobra. There was serum in his field bag, so he hurried back to get it.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, this child is still saved." The crowd immediately gave up their way when they heard Yang Yiyi's shouting. Seeing that Yang Yi was dressed in a strange way, her eyes were full of surprise and distrust. Only when her mother, who was already desperate, stopped crying and looking at Yang Yi in surprise when she heard what Yang Yi said.

Yang Yi took out the syringe and injected serum into the child. After drawing out a dagger, he cut a hole in the wound. Suddenly, purple-black blood flowed out. Yang Yi lay on the ground again, sucking the wound with his mouth until the blood turned red, the child's face gradually improved, and his breathing began to be normal. Yang Yi said, take it back, the child is fine. The crowd suddenly became lively, and he praised Yang Yi for his excellent medical skills. The child's mother happily hugged the child and cried bitterly, and no one noticed that Yang Yi left quietly.

The habit that has been like this for many years makes Yang Yi get up on time when it is dawn, and the table shows that it is exactly six o'clock. He washes in the garden with mountain spring water. When Yang Yi brushes his teeth, Xiu'er looks at him in surprise. Only then did Yang Yi remember that this is an era without ointment and toothbrushes.

"Brother Yang got up so early." Wei Xiaosheng laughed and came out of the house. It turned out that the speculation between the two of them was called brothers. Yang Yi was about to answer when a group of people suddenly came outside the house. An old man in charge said while walking, "Where is the benefactor? Where is the benefactor?"
Chapter completed!