An international student in 1872? Are you kidding?

This is Li Mu's first reaction after hearing Zhan Juancheng's words.

Well, no, if Li Mu’s high school history is not in vain, he is not called “international students” these days, but should be called “school children studying in the United States”!

That’s right, Li Mu’s current identity is a schoolboy studying in the United States. This discovery made Li Mu both embarrassing and excited.

Embarrassingly, Li Mu's body is only about eleven or eleven years old now, and neither the hair on the top nor the hair on the bottom has grown yet, which makes Li Mu very uncomfortable.

Of course, I was more excited. Almost in an instant, Li Mu understood what happened, and it was probably time travel.

Travel through time!

What a great thing, but Li Mu immediately thought that this was a long time traveling to 1872, which really made Li Mu cry without tears.

Li Mu was a tragic programmer in his previous life. Just like Baidu's noun, programmer is a very special animal that can engage in program development and maintenance. It is generally divided into program design ape and program coding ape, but the boundaries between the two are not very clear. Both can be developed and maintained. And the most important point is that both are very tragic.

Because I have to work overtime!

As a senior programmer, Li Mu lives a life that is less than the best than the best, because he was an orphan since he was a child and had no parents to support him; because of the special nature of the programmer's work, Li Mu does not have a girlfriend, so he actually lives a very casual life.

But the problem is that as a veteran programmer, Li Mu can do nothing but programming, and programming requires a computer. But this was the damn 1872 era when even DC power was not available. Where did Li Mu get a computer?

It's pretty good, at least because of work, Li Mu is very proficient in English, which will reduce a lot of trouble for Li Mu's "international career".

"Well, can you ask, what is your name?" Zhan Juancheng stood at the head of Li Mu's bed and asked Li Mu in Cantonese, and he was a little cautious when asked.

It’s not that Li Mu is foresighted, but that Zhan Juancheng’s dress looks too familiar.

Of course, Li Mu only saw the clothes Zhan Juancheng was wearing on TV.

Zhan Juancheng was wearing a black robe. The texture of the robe was very good, and it looked very similar to the valuable brocade of the 21st century. The robe was wearing a crimson purple vest and a black melon-skin hat on his head. His shiny forehead and sideburns could tell the age they belonged to.

Li Mu touched his head, but fortunately, although he was wrapped in gauze, Li Mu could touch it out, as if he was bald-

Bald head?

How come the only monks are bald these days, right?

Also, why is gauze wrapped around your head?

Perhaps seeing Li Mu's doubts, Zhan Juancheng's voice was a little more cautious: "That--we have 30 people in total, but one ran away when we got on the boat, so there were 29 people left--in--In order to get 30 people, the supervisor invited you on the boat--"

Zhan Juancheng said as he looked at Li Mu's face. There was a move of rubbing each other with nervousness on both hands, which showed that Zhan Juancheng was very anxious now, fearing that Li Mu would rise suddenly.

Of course, Li Mu had a reason to rise suddenly. He even "invite" to get on the boat, and the invitation is so great that he breaks his head. The way of treating guests these days is quite special!

However, Zhan Juancheng in front of Li Mu was only eleven or eleven years old. It was definitely not the move by Zhan Juancheng. If he had a wrongdoing, he would have a debt and a master. Li Mu would not take his anger on Zhan Juancheng. Therefore, in view of Zhan Juancheng's carefulness, Li Mu answered Zhan Juancheng's question in Mandarin: "Li Mu."

"What?" Zhan Juancheng's expression was very confused, as if Li Mu was speaking English.

This is correct, because Li Mu's English name is also called Li Mu, and the spelling is "r-i-h-m". If translated into Chinese, it is generally translated into Lim.

However, Li Mu was sure that Zhan Juancheng was definitely not unable to understand what Li Mu said in English, but that Zhan Juancheng could not understand Mandarin.

In the evil nineteenth century, in the era without radio or television, Zhan Juancheng probably never heard Mandarin in his life—

Well, Li Mu suddenly realized that there was no Mandarin at all these days. The land of China is now ruled by the Qing government. If we follow the Chinese social customs, the Mandarin in the past should be Mandarin or the dialect of Xinbin, Liaoning.

Li Mu had to repeat his name in Cantonese. The company where Li Mu worked in his previous life was complicated and had it all over the country. He asked a few friends from Guangdong to pay his respects. Li Mu is not unfamiliar with Cantonese.

"Li Mu, okay, I'll report to the Superintendent now." After Zhan Juancheng said that, he turned around and left quickly. It seemed that he didn't want to stay in Li Mu's house for a minute.

Only then did Li Mu have the heart to see the surrounding environment.

This is not a room in the ordinary sense, it is more like a cabin, because Li Mu can now clearly feel that his whole body is shaking with the room. The furnishings in the cabin are very simple, with a bed and a table, and they are firmly fixed on the floor. It seems that he is afraid that moving the position will hurt people when the storm comes.

Apart from that, there is no more furnishings in the house—

Oh, if any candle on the table doesn't count.

Oh my God, Li Mu just wanted to cry, but it was a fucking candle. After Li Mu graduated from elementary school, he has never used this thing except for the Chinese New Year.

This made Li Mu, who was used to the convenient life of the 21st century, bear it.

Zhan Juancheng didn't have much time to go out, and a burst of rapid footsteps came, and the cabin door that was simply hidden was pushed open.

The first person who came in was an old man in his sixties. The old man was wearing a blue brocade robe, a black round warm hat with blue bright glass on the top, and a string of sandalwood Buddhist beads in his hand, with an anxious expression.

Seeing Li Mu, the old man was obviously relieved and came directly to Li Mu's bedside. He looked at Li Mu nodded repeatedly, and couldn't stop muttering: "It's good to wake up, it's good to wake up--"

At this time, Li Mu was still in the noble realm. The more he said, the more he was wrong, the more he was wrong, so Li Mu simply stopped talking and just looked at the old man with three points of doubt and seven points of dissatisfaction.

The old man was not embarrassed, and he bent down to ask about his well-being: "How is your body?"

"Head trouble--" Li Mu only answered two words, and then didn't say a word.

"Go and invite Dr. Mike quickly and tell the kitchen to add some food tonight." The old man turned around and instructed a middle-aged man behind him. He lost his kindness when he spoke. He put one hand behind his back and the other hand in front of his lower abdomen, which was very imposing.

The middle-aged man responded, took two steps backwards before turning around and leaving quickly.

Li Mu didn't have the time to think about what kind of big shot the old man in front of him was. Li Mu's mind was now on Zhan Juancheng who followed the old man in.

Zhan Juncheng—

This name sounds a bit familiar. Thinking about the famous Zhan in modern history, Li Mu was suddenly shocked.
Chapter completed!