Chapter 9: Visitors from Beyond the Sky

Mother..." Zhu Youcong suddenly buried his head in the embrace of the Princess of the Fuwang.

A mournful cry pierced the night sky, shattering the tranquility of the Prince of Fu's residence at midnight

Little Prince, look, this is a chest that shatters large stones

"What is a helicopter, Your Highness?" The guard's eyes sparkled with admiration; truly, he was a noble prince of high lineage, able to recognize something he had never seen before.

Unable to return home, yet still adhering to the rules? Not bad, this kid is quite something. Aren't you called Mo Huni? You can't fool me, but surely you can't expect me not to fool you either? The sun's energy? Isn't it just nuclear fusion? ... Hehe ...! ... Just so happens I know where to find the materials! Zhu Youcong, that little chubby one, is up to no good again

Our exploration vessel arrived on your planet five thousand years ago due to a lack of fuel. The captain sent us to search for alternative energy sources. One hundred and three years ago, we encountered an Italian named Da Vinci, who was said to come from four hundred years into the future. Based on his remaining memories, he designed the original model of this, which we further improved..." Mo Huni pointed to the helicopter on the table and said, "Yet even such a genius could not tell us how to find fuel for interstellar travel. Later, we heard that your country possesses the most advanced technology today, which is why we came here to seek it, and unexpectedly, we ran into you, the young prince!

Good! The Prince of Fortune agreed without a second thought and instructed the servant beside him, saying: "Quickly prepare the carriage, summon the guards, and accompany Cong'er for a walk. He was quite frightened last night, and today is just the right time for him to relax!"

This time, Zhu Youcong went out alone, so he brought fewer guards with him. Along the way, the guards tried every possible means to divert Zhu Youcong's attention by pointing out the novel items at the nearby stalls. However, Zhu Youcong simply could not muster any interest.

Well, isn't it just relying on these few rotor blades above to provide lift, and then adjusting the pitch of this small propeller at the back to counteract the reaction force generated by the large rotor at different speeds in order to maintain balance! How boring, how boring, my mood is already quite bad, and I still have to educate people while shopping! ... Wait a minute ...? ... Helicopter? ? ? How boring, my mood is already quite bad, and I still have to educate people while shopping! ... Wait a minute ...? ... Helicopter? ? ?

Fortune Building, Rainflower Pavilion

Zhu Youcong suddenly realized that something was amiss and quickly picked up the toy helicopter from the ground to examine it closely. It was indeed a helicopter, and a model with dual rotors! No, something was very wrong. Although China was the first to create the original model of a helicopter—the bamboo dragonfly—the true helicopter in the modern sense was only developed around the 1940s. How could it appear here? And so realistically?

Unknowingly, a group of people arrived at the East Market of Luoyang, where there were mostly street performers. On a usual day, Zhu Youcong would definitely be thrilled, but today he simply could not muster any interest

Young Prince, look over there! A large crowd has gathered around some books, and there is even a sign hanging up!

What is this thing? The guard was also taken aback, having never seen such a strange object

"Cōng'er, do not be afraid, your mother is here... your mother is right here!" The Princess of Fortune gently patted Zhu Youcōng's back, slowly comforting him, and softly hummed an unknown tune.

Little Prince, look over there, they are performing a live transformation!

Father, I wish to take a walk in the streets today. Zhu Youcong felt on the verge of collapse; perhaps a stroll outside could slightly alleviate the pent-up emotions.

Zhu Youcong rolled his eyes, isn't it just being a bystander? In later generations, there are many such boring people; if you let your nosebleed and look up at the sky, you might just gather a crowd.

"Cong'er... Cong'er" The Princess of the Fuguo rushed into Zhu Youcong's room at the first moment, gently calling out to him as she held him, tears streaming down her face

Make way, make way! With Zhu Youcong's permission, the guards immediately became enthusiastic, diligently clearing the crowd ahead and creating a path for Zhu Youcong.

Zhu Youcong looked up at the stall owner, who appeared to be around thirty years old, with black hair and yellowish skin, indistinguishable from an ordinary person. Even if Leonardo da Vinci had originally drawn the dual-rotor design, it could not compare to this model. Could it be... ? Could this person before him also be a time traveler? He wondered if his parents were still alive in the future when he traveled back; perhaps he could be someone to confide in.

Fuel? Wow—what a big gossip, indeed! It turns out that Da Vinci is also a time traveler? This fellow in front of me? Hmm, never mind what he says for now, is he an interstellar friend from hetushucom.com, or should I just call him Mohuni? This Mohuni has actually lived for five thousand years? How does he look so young?

How bold! This is my family's young prince! The guards never forget to flaunt their power.

"Indeed, fuel! Originally, we could directly seize the solar energy you mentioned, but interstellar regulations prohibit the destruction of any star system with biological existence. Moreover, we must obtain permission from the highest intelligent beings of that star system when acquiring resources. Therefore, we have no choice but to search for humans who can provide us with guidance." Mo Huni wore a look of helplessness. Yes! Going home, every wanderer from any star system should have this wish, right? Yes! Going home, every wanderer from any star system should have this wish, right?

Willing! Willing! But I will follow the orders of the young prince! The stall owner was also generous, nodding vigorously before Zhu Youcong finished speaking, completely unafraid that Zhu Youcong would sell him out

Zhu Youcong instructed the guards to step back to the door, and he was not worried about the person in front of him suddenly causing trouble. The individual had even managed to create a helicopter; even if it were just a model, that was quite impressive. Moreover, he had taken a closer look on the way here, and this model was actually powered by rubber bands! The fact that this person was willing to offer a substantial reward indicated not only their talent but also their wealth. Perhaps they were simply lonely, seeking someone to confide in, just like him. Furthermore, the guards were not standing too far away; if an emergency did arise, he could easily leap under the table.

"Impudent!" Zhu Youcong dismissed the guards and turned to the stall owner, saying: "This gentleman is with the scholar; this is not a place for conversation. Would you be willing to..."

Perhaps the comfort from the Princess of Fu had an effect, or perhaps Zhu Youcong truly did not know what to do, and thus he muddled through until dawn.

Isn't it a time traveler? Or perhaps an alien visitor? Mo Huni? This name is quite misleading; I see you are just trying to fool me! Zhu Youcong suddenly lost his spirit, "Hmm!" He raised his hand to signal him to continue speaking.

Wow—Little Prince, look! That person is spewing flames!

Hey... brother, how long have you been here? You've even managed to get a high-end item like a helicopter! Tell me, which country was it from before? With no outsiders around, and it's not like we're at home, Zhu Youcong has no more reservations! If it weren't for the fact that he still looks like that eight-year-old chubby kid, he would be a completely different person!

"Oh? Whoever identifies this object will be rewarded with ten thousand taels of gold? Who is so audacious?" The guard, who had clearly read what was written on the sign, could not help but retort, "This is Luoyang, not some small rural town!"

Dad—Mom

Just now, Zhu Youcong dreamt of his parents in a future life. In that future, his family background was not good. In earlier years, his parents worked tirelessly, selling small vegetables to support the family and provide for his education. Although the family lived in a rental room of less than ten square meters and ate the leftover spoiled vegetables sold by his parents, they were still a loving family. In an unexpected car accident, his father lost his left leg. After being discharged from the hospital, the old man was reluctant to use the meager compensation to buy a prosthetic leg or a wheelchair. He continued to support Zhu Youcong's upbringing alongside his mother, both of them bearing the weight of life with their bent backs. When Zhu Youcong and a few friends began their difficult entrepreneurial journey, his parents were determined not to burden him. They handed him a bundle of savings, wrapped in layers, and returned to their rural hometown with two small bundles. As he began to achieve some success in his career, the first thing he thought of was to buy a house and quickly bring his parents over to enjoy family happiness together. But unexpectedly... Now he has crossed over and become the Crown Prince of the Fuwang, living in luxury, but what about his parents in the future? After losing their only support, do they weep day and night? Do they still have the courage to go on living? Zhu Youcong does not know. He knows nothing now, and thinking of all this only brings him waves of heart-wrenching pain.

"I wonder if you can understand what I am about to say..." The person glanced at Zhu Youcong and continued, "In your Ming country, I am called Mo Huni, and I come from the Aslaer star system..."

Little Prince, shall we go take a look

Well... what does it matter if the tone is a bit louder? People can write however they like; it's not like they ate garlic to offend you! Annoying!

This young master... before Zhu Youcong could finish his thought, the vendor across from him could no longer contain himself, excitedly grabbing Zhu Youcong's hand and speaking so quickly that he could hardly articulate his words.

Boring! It's just a toy helicopter! And it's made of wood. Zhu Youcong glanced at it and didn't find anything exciting about it; although he didn't have one himself in his childhood, he had seen others play with it quite a bit.