There are no stars in the sky of District Eleven.

Zhu Biao stood on the top of the ochre-red cliff and looked up, under his feet was the most valuable vein on the planet, and he didn't need to dig deep, digging through the shallow rock surface, and he could see the purple glow of tungsten ore.

In Zhu Biao's time, tungsten was a metal with the chemical symbol w and atomic number 74. And now when he woke up after his car accident, tungsten is an unprocessed energy mine, named after a metal in the earth's chronology, because the finished product looks very similar to the metal tungsten, a silvery-white crystal, hard and brittle texture, and an extremely high melting point.

There may be other similarities, but Zhu Biao was not a science student in the past or now, so he can only get some superficial common sense from people's word of mouth, and he has no interest in delving into it. Today, it appeared on the top of the cliff where the tungsten mine is located, of course, not for geological survey, but to wait for the plane.

Or a spaceship? ver。

According to the time announced on the radio, Zhu Biao knew that the spaceship was coming, so he hurriedly took out his trouser pocket for a while and felt out a small mirror.

On this vast and sparsely populated mining star, after years and months, he has not seen an intelligent creature that breathes air and stands upright on his feet, Zhu Biao was fortunate that this was an advantage when he first crossed, leaving him enough time to understand the outside world through the guò broadcast, and it didn't take long for him to start getting bored, and after half a year on the verge of collapse, one year and three months later, he was so excited just thinking about seeing other living people.

The mirror is blurry, and the reflected face can only be seen seven or eight points, no way, there are small whirlwinds blowing in the mines of the eleventh district all the time, these winds are very harmful to the delicate skin of women, even a man with rough skin and thick flesh, who is sharpened by the metal sand mixed with the wind every day, can grow a forty-year-old vicissitudes of life at the age of twenty.

Fortunately, Zhu Biao is not yet twenty years old, he was seventeen and a half years old before the crossing, just promoted to the second year of high school in a key middle school, after the crossing, this body is about his age, he spent three days studying the public network, checking the identity information read when the Internet, knowing that his name is Zhu Biao, 16 years old this year, only received the most basic national education, is a volunteer underage miner.

Zhu Biao didn't quite understand what "volunteer miners" meant, in the past he had only heard of volunteers, but he was a little clever, thought hard, and thought that the two concepts should be similar, similar to taking state grants to work and study, or college students going to the countryside to teach.

The young man in the mirror has a young face, because of this childishness, he has a high nose, deep eye sockets, and a pair of big ears that flicker.

Well...... Zhu Biao was very dissatisfied with his appearance.

He sighed, put the small mirror back in his pocket, and thought depressedly, how can he go through it once and still look like he can't find it when he falls into the pile, and it doesn't matter if his face is not good, he is still short!

The one-meter-□□ little brother Zhu pursed his mouth sullenly.

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The roar of the air flow came from far and near, and Zhu Biao raised his head again to see a dim orange-red fireball hanging on the tail of the spaceship, one-third larger than the sun he remembered.

It's a little scary to look at, especially when you can see something squirming on the surface of the fireball, giving you goosebumps.

This is the star shared by the three planets from the tenth to the thirteenth, and the scientific name also has a long number, Zhu Biao is too lazy to bother to remember, just like he only calls the last two digits of the planet at his feet, and when he talks to himself, he only calls this star "the seventh sun".

The speed of the spaceship was very fast, almost in the blink of an eye, it changed from a small white dot to the size of a palm, and then became several times larger in an instant, because the speed was too fast and the eyes had an illusion, Zhu Biao looked at it as if it jumped on top of his head.

At this time, the spaceship was already as big as a house, larger than his largest private property in the 11th district - the small container building full of postmodern style, Zhu Biao tilted his head back desperately, heard the "gurgling" sound from the neck bone, and could not see the whole picture of the spaceship, only to see the chassis facing him, the outer tube around which the air flow is generally emitted, and the middle bracket is also painted with a white pattern.

He turned his head and looked at it again, and it was two words: "Da Ming".

This is the name of the country he belongs to now, but I didn't expect that many centuries have passed, the earth has become history, and mankind has still not been able to get rid of the "state" as a form of political organization.

There is also a series of small words next to "Da Ming", Zhu Biao guessed that it was the model of the aircraft, the company to which it belonged, etc., and there were usually these words on the shells of his planes in that era, and they were also mixed in Chinese and English.

When he first crossed over, Zhu Biao would still be shocked to see why the future world still uses Chinese - or simplified and traditional! Later, I figured out that with the Chinese's ability to take root in the whole world, it was only a matter of time before a soft knife cut flesh and ruled the world peacefully.

The spaceship slowly descended in front of his eyes, Zhu Biao hurriedly stepped back a little, there was a circle like a □□ drawn at the edge of the cliff, which was the landing mark of the aircraft, he learned through the guò radio that there were a total of 69,213 such markers in the eleventh district, and those who lived near the mark could make an appointment with the airline through the public network, and the surface-to-air aircraft would arrive to pick up the person at the scheduled time.

The white air flow stirred up the floating dust on the mountain cliff, Zhu Biao covered his face and turned his back, and only dared to turn back when he heard the roar stop, and the ground had been cleaned up, revealing a light gray rock layer.

He can now see the whole picture of the spaceship, as if it is a combination of two discs, and there is an equilateral triangle embedded in the middle of the big circle in front.

The gangway was lowered on the side of the small disc at the back, and a beautiful sister in a dark blue uniform stood at the top of the gangway and said with a smile: "Welcome to Daming Southern Airlines, I wish you a happy journey." ”