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At 2 p.m., Luo Fei stood at the door of the conference room in Kyoto.

The door was open, and the room was already full of people—a group of scholars with gray hair, thick glasses, and dark jackets or old sweaters.

They were experts that Director Qin had gathered from various universities and research institutes.

Everyone had thick stacks of documents spread out in front of them. Some were looking down at them, some were discussing in hushed tones, and some were writing something rapidly in their notebooks.

They looked up and saw Luo Fei walk in, stopped what they were doing and talking, and the conference room fell silent instantly.

Director Qin sat at one end of the long table.

He nodded to Luo Fei, who then walked to the empty seat in the middle of the long table and sat down.

Sitting next to me was an elderly professor in his seventies, who was in good spirits and wearing a blue Zhongshan suit.

His surname is Li, and he is a leading figure in the field of ancient Chinese writing. He has spent his life studying the characters of the Qin Dynasty, from the characters on bamboo slips to the inscriptions on bronzes. Every character is like an old friend to him.

He pushed several pages of paper in front of Luo Fei. The paper was covered with densely packed Qin Dynasty characters, with corresponding modern characters below. It wasn't printed; it was handwritten, each stroke meticulous and neat.

"General Luo, these are all the known Qin Dynasty scripts so far. They include Small Seal Script, Clerical Script, and some inscriptions that have not yet been fully deciphered. Small Seal Script was the official script of the Qin Dynasty, while Clerical Script was the popular script used by the common people. After the First Emperor unified the six kingdoms, he promoted Small Seal Script, but Clerical Script was also in use at the same time."

"If you want to travel back to that era, you need to master both of these."

Luo Fei took the pages, lowered his head, and flipped through them one by one.

His eyes moved across the paper.

In less than five minutes, he finished reading the entire document, looked up at Professor Li, and said, "I've memorized it all."

Professor Li looked at Luo Fei, his eyes filled with doubt and curiosity. He wrote a small seal script character on a blank sheet of paper and asked, "What does this mean?"

Luo Fei glanced at it and said it directly.

Professor Li wrote another word, and Luo Fei answered it correctly. The third one… he wrote more than a dozen words, and Luo Fei answered them all correctly, without a single mistake or hesitation.

Professor Li's mouth opened wide, unable to close.

He studied ancient characters his whole life, memorized them his whole life, and wrote them his whole life, but he dared not say that he had "remembered them all".

He recognized every single word on the paper and could write them all, but he needed time and repeated confirmation to write them all down from memory.

Luo Fei memorized it all in less than five minutes.

Professor Li was silent for a few seconds, then said "Okay".

The linguist, surnamed Wang, was in his fifties and wore frameless glasses. He habitually pushed up his glasses when he spoke.

He wrote a line on the blackboard, not characters, but phonetic symbols, which were crooked and looked like tadpoles swimming on the paper.

"General Luo, the pronunciation of the language during the Qin Dynasty can only be deduced by the academic community through Middle Chinese rhyme books such as Qieyun and Guangyun. By combining the phonetic loan characters in unearthed documents with the pronunciation of other languages ​​in the Sino-Tibetan language family, the reconstructed pronunciation is only an approximation and cannot be guaranteed to be 100% accurate."

"The existence of tone systems, final consonant structures, and consonant clusters is still controversial. This phonological system is currently the most widely accepted scheme in academia. You can write it down first, and then adjust it according to the actual situation when the time comes."

Luo Fei looked at the phonetic symbols on the blackboard, line by line. He had a photographic memory; he could remember the shape, the position, and the corresponding pronunciation after seeing them only once.

Professor Wang demonstrated the pronunciation of each phonetic symbol to him, and he repeated it once. At first, it was a little difficult to pronounce, but by the third time, he no longer needed to follow along and could pronounce it accurately on his own.

Professor Wang stood in front of the blackboard, looking at Luo Fei with a complex expression in his eyes, as if to say, "I've been teaching all my life, and this is the first time I've encountered a student like this."

Next, various scholars took turns speaking to Luo Fei, each for more than an hour.

Historians discuss the political system, bureaucratic structure, legal provisions, and court etiquette of the Qin Dynasty.

Archaeologists discuss the shapes of artifacts, architectural styles, and burial systems during the Qin Dynasty.

The agronomist discussed the types of crops, farming techniques, and agricultural tools used in the Qin Dynasty.

Medical experts discussed the medical standards, common diseases, and drug knowledge of the Qin Dynasty.

Military experts discuss the Qin Dynasty's military organization, weaponry, tactics, and strategies.

Luo Fei listened and remembered every word without missing a single one. His mind was like a bottomless pit, swallowing all the information without omission and readily available for use at any time.

Before we knew it, it was evening.

The lights in the conference room came on.

Director Qin changed the water in his thermos three times. His brows were furrowed the whole time, not because he was worried, but because he was thinking about something.

The final topic of discussion was—at what point in time should we travel back to the Qin Dynasty?

Choose the most suitable time.

The experts debated for a long time.

Some say it should have been done after the First Emperor unified the six kingdoms but before the burning of books and burying of scholars alive, so that he could have witnessed the scene after the unification of the six kingdoms and had time to stop the burning of books and burying of scholars alive.

Some say it should have happened during the First Emperor's tour.

Some say it should be at the sand dunes, on the day the First Emperor died, so that they can witness that moment that changed the course of history.

After much arguing, Professor Li finally stood up, leaned forward slightly, and said something that silenced everyone.

"Before the First Emperor's death. When the First Emperor was seriously ill in Shaqiu, Zhao Gao and Li Si altered the imperial edict, Fusu was forced to commit suicide, Huhai ascended the throne, and the Qin Dynasty began its decline and demise from then on."

"If we could save the First Emperor's life, history might be rewritten. If the unification of the Chinese nation had been stabilized earlier, there might not have been the Five Barbarian Invasions, the Northern and Southern Dynasties, or the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms."

The meeting room fell silent, save for the ticking of the second hand on the wall clock.

Luo Fei remained silent, pondering Professor Li's words.

Save the First Emperor, change the history of a parallel world, and let the First Emperor unify the Blue Star!

Will the people of the Dragon Kingdom in that world live more peacefully, with less war and less killing because of his intervention?

Will more children be able to live to adulthood, more elderly people be able to pass away peacefully in their own beds, and more women not have to lose their husbands and sons in war?

He didn't know, but he wanted to try.

Luo Fei memorized that exact time, and a time machine appeared in his hand. The first column on the dial lit up, indicating that the time machine had sensed his thoughts.

A line of text appeared in that column, glowing: "July, 210 BC, Sand Dune."

He did not make a final confirmation or travel through time because he still needed to prepare various supplies.

The meeting ended close to six o'clock.

It's getting dark outside the window.

The experts packed up their materials and left the conference room. Some walked slowly, while others kept looking back as they went.

Luo Fei stood up and stretched his neck, his cervical spine making a faint cracking sound.

Director Qin walked up to him, a thermos cup tucked under his arm, his hands empty, both hanging at his sides.

"The preparations are in full swing."

Luo Fei said "Okay," and with a thought, disappeared from the conference room.

The next second, he was standing in a private room at a Kyoto roast duck restaurant.

The family sat around a round table with a roast duck on it, its skin golden brown and crispy, glistening with oil under the light. Steam rose from the bamboo steamer of thin pancakes, and the rim of the sweet bean sauce bowl was stained with sauce. Thin cucumber strips and evenly distributed scallion shreds were also present.

Li Xiulan sat next to Luo Weidong, spreading sweet bean sauce on a thin pancake. Luo Weidong held a glass of liquor, which was cheap and strong.

Luo Ying sat opposite Li Xiulan, taking pictures with her phone. She took pictures of roast duck, pancakes, sauces, as well as herself, Zhao Lin, and Luo Yumei.

Zhao Lin sat next to Luo Ying, biting into a roll of roast duck. Sauce spilled from the corner of her mouth, and she licked it twice but couldn't get it clean. Luo Yumei wiped it for her with a tissue.

Luo Fei sat down next to Luo Ying. Luo Ying put down her phone and said, "Brother, are you done? We've been waiting for you for almost an hour, and the roast duck is getting cold. Director Qin's secretary called to say you'd be late and told us to eat first. Mom said she'd order freshly roasted food when you arrive."

After wiping his hands, Luo Fei said, "Let's order, I'm hungry."

Li Xiulan smiled and rang the bell to call the waiter, then ordered another roast duck.

A steaming hot roast duck is served, its skin sizzling with oil.

Luo Fei first dipped the duck skin in white sugar, and the crispy duck skin melted in his mouth with the sweet aroma; then he rolled it into a thin pancake, wrapped it with duck meat dipped in sweet bean sauce, cucumber strips and scallion shreds, and the pancake was soft, the skin was crisp, the meat was tender, the sauce was sweet, the cucumber was refreshing, and the scallion was spicy, all blending together in his mouth.

Zhao Lin rolled one up too, took a big bite and puffed out her cheeks like a hamster.

Luo Ying shook her head and rolled one up herself.

After dinner, the night in Kyoto had deepened.

Luo Fei led his family back to their courtyard in Liuxi Village from inside the private room.

The bright, full moonlight hung above the Spirit Gathering Grass, like a lantern.

Little White ran down from the eaves, squatted down at Luo Fei's feet, its tail circling, its nose sniffing, its icy blue eyes gleaming, and it seemed to complain, "You guys went to eat something delicious again, without taking me."

Luo Fei bent down, picked it up, and put it back in its nest under the eaves, thinking, "Today's occasion isn't suitable for bringing you along. Next time, I'll definitely treat you to something delicious."

He then didn't go inside, telling his family to rest early. With a thought, he found himself standing in a warehouse in Kyoto specifically used to store supplies and equipment destined for Tigab.

The lights were on, casting light on the wooden crates, cardboard boxes, and metal crates.

The boxes were stacked very high, from the ground all the way to the ceiling.

He didn't open the boxes, count them, or check them; he simply put all the boxes into his ring.

With a thought, he found himself standing in Tiga B's camp the next second.

The beams of searchlight swept around the camp.

The soldiers are on patrol.

Captain Lei, wearing armor, walked up to Luo Fei, stood at attention, and saluted.

"General Luo, everything is normal at the camp. The experts are all resting in their tents, some are organizing data, and some are writing reports. No large animal groups have approached recently, and the soldiers are taking turns on duty. No abnormalities have been found."

Luo Fei took the supplies and equipment out of his ring and stacked them on the open ground next to the tent.

Captain Lei stood to the side watching the boxes pile up higher and higher without saying a word, because he was used to it.

After Luo Fei finished distributing the last batch of supplies, he turned around and looked at Captain Lei.

"I probably won't be able to come to Tigab for the next week or so. Keep an eye on things here, and contact Xiao Wan if there's any emergency; he'll handle it. I've already brought the supplies and equipment the experts need. If they need more, have them make a list, and I'll bring it next time."

Captain Lei nodded and said, "Understood."

Luo Fei entered the brightly lit laboratory tent, where several experts were observing under microscopes, pens and notebooks in hand. Upon his arrival, some stood up, some put down their notebooks, and others continued taking notes.

Luo Fei put the medicinal plants, animal specimens, and related records they had collected and prepared into his ring, said "Thank you for your hard work" to them, and then walked out of the tent.

He put his hands in his pockets, and with a thought, the next second he was standing in the Kyoto warehouse, putting away the medicinal herbs and other items he had just stored in the ring.

He teleported back to his room in Willow Creek Village. The lights were off, but moonlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains, quietly falling on the pillow.

He lay down, closed his eyes, and tapped his fingers lightly twice on the sheets.

Qin Dynasty, 210 BC, July, Shaqiu, First Emperor.

He silently repeated this time point to himself three times.