It's a very sci-fi hall, and the four walls of the hall are filled with holographic video displays. An old man dressed as an old peasant was standing in the center of the hall, with a five-clawed golden dragon hovering above his head, and opposite him was a white ball of light, looking extremely discordant.

However, apparently no one here cared about this discord with a great visual gap, and the old man looked solemn at the white ball of light and asked, "Where is the progress of civilization inheritance?" ”

"In the last virtual synchronization, the civilization routes we have sorted out that are suitable for the evolution and development of the earth will be completely synchronized into the host's brain." What is amazing is that this ball of light actually answered the old man's question like a human.

"The time is just right, then I will follow the original plan, let that kid go to the college entrance examination of Huaxia Kingdom tomorrow, it's time to let him out. It's time for us to leave. The old man nodded with his hands behind his back.

"In view of the physical essence of the earthlings, this civilization inheritance has taken a total of 5,324 standard cosmic days and consumed 380 standard cosmic energy units, all of which have been recorded!" The ball of light replied.

"Forget it, don't record that. Anyway, this time on Earth is not worth mentioning at all compared to the time we spent wandering in the universe. It's been tens of thousands of cosmic years since I met a country that worships the five-clawed golden dragon like my hometown! I didn't expect to meet it on the earth, and this can be regarded as fate. With the current civilization of the earth and the behavior of the people of the earth, if it is noticed by the civilization above the C level in the universe, it will definitely invite a catastrophe. So I've decided to erase all records of the Earth's civilization heritage, and besides, it's time for us to go home! The old man suddenly sighed.

"As you wish!" The ball of light replied without a trace of emotion.

"Well, let's set to leave tomorrow at two o'clock in the morning Earth China time. It doesn't bother anyone at that time. The temporary base is simultaneously turned on the environmental protection self-destruct mode! The old man gave one last command, then waved his hand, and the ball of light disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared in the hall.

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In 2015, more than 30 years have passed since China's reform and opening up, and the achievements made are undoubtedly enormous. Countless people have become rich, and people's living standards have improved significantly, but according to official statistical reports, there are still countless impoverished villages scattered throughout China.

Even many impoverished mountainous areas have not yet been able to access roads, and Wangjia Village, located in the Dabie Mountains, is such a poor village. Not to mention that there are no roads, and the people living in Wangjia Village don't even have electricity. It can't be helped, it's surrounded by barren mountains and doesn't have a lot of tourism resources to develop, but then again, even if there is tourism development value, investors will definitely be scared away by the huge upfront investment costs.

The younger generation of people has basically gone out to work, and most of the people left behind in the village are the older generation, who are reluctant to live in their homeland for a lifetime, so they can only rely on their own few acres of land to continue their lives.

The whole village was basically gathered on the low-lying flat land at the bottom of the mountain, except for a single house halfway up the hill to the south, and in front of the dilapidated hut, a handsome young man who looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old, half-naked, muttering and counting in his mouth, and steadily wielding an axe and chopping firewood in his hand.

It was already summer, and in the bright sky, the counting sound muttered by the young man was particularly crisp.

"One, two, three, four!"

"Two, two, three, four!"

……

With the trumpet in his mouth, the coarse firewood that had been divided was neatly cut into eight sections, and then the young man wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, and collected the chopped firewood neatly and stacked it on the pile of firewood that had already been built next to the broken house.

The rapid speed and neat technique all showed that this young boy had already mastered this boring and heavy work. Especially the thick biceps brachii revealed when the axe was raised, as well as the six small muscles in the abdomen that shook and trembled, made the young man who was chopping wood look quite beautiful.

Don't be jealous of this comfortable tendon meat, any harvest can only be obtained by continuous pay. In fact, no matter who you are, if you start to go up the mountain to chop firewood since you are seven years old, and this chopping is more than ten years, unless there is a strong wind and rain, it will never stop, and you can exercise the strong muscles of the young man, and now this is a unique wood-splitting kung fu.

"Okay, Shizi, don't split it today, hurry up and come into the house!"

Suddenly, an old and kind voice from the dilapidated hut interrupted the young man's action of chopping wood, the young man raised his hand to wipe the beads of sweat on his forehead, looked sideways at the hut, and said loudly: "Grandpa, there are only a dozen pieces left, why is it so urgent?" Can't you wait until I'm done chopping? ”

"Your kid's skin is itchy again, aren't you? What is the prohibition of the order, and you have forgotten it, haven't you? Let you come in and come in, nonsense what! The voice in the room, which had just been kind, suddenly became simple and rough.

Seeing this, don't think that this is a bloody fantasy novel, and the young man chopping wood is a descendant of the royal family of which country. In fact, it's just an urban story in the truest sense of the word. It's just that this young man's surname is Wang, and he happens to be called Shizi.

Speaking of Wang Shizi's life experience, it is extremely pitiful, in the words of the person he called his grandfather, Wang Shizi is a child picked up from the mountains and valleys. So Wang Shizi never saw his father and mother since he was a child, but grew up with the man he called his grandfather. And this grandfather began to let him go up the mountain every day to chop firewood and chop firewood from the age of seven. What's even more outrageous is that this grandfather has never let him leave this Wangjia Village, so don't look at Wang Shizi is seventeen years old, but there are really few people in contact. It's really incomparable to those pampered dolls in the city.

Hearing his grandfather's angry reprimand, Wang Shizi seemed to be unfinished looking at the more than ten pieces of firewood that had not been cut, threw away the axe in his hand, and walked into the hut. The cottage was very simple, with a bed in the far corner, and a stove on the opposite side, and a large iron pot on the stove that did not match the size of the room.

Next to the stove, a lame leg, a brick square table should be the dining table, and there are still dishes and chopsticks that have not been cleaned up, speaking of which the function of this dilapidated house is simply too powerful, integrating kitchen, bedroom, living room, and dining room. This is unimaginable in the city, but it is very normal in Wangjia Village, and there are even people living here with humans and animals.

Having said all that, it seemed like something was missing in the room. That's right, it's people who are missing. There was obviously a voice coming from the house just now, but when Wang Shizi walked into the unobstructed hut, he couldn't see anyone at all. However, the young man did not have a trace of surprise, walked straight to the iron pot, and reached out a hand to press directly to the middle of the pot.

That's when a miracle happened. A faint white light lit up in the center of the ordinary-looking big iron pot, and then the light directly formed a palm-shaped, and then a gentle electronic synthetic female voice suddenly sounded: "Palm print verification tong guò!" And when this voice fell, a big hole suddenly opened in the position where the young man was standing, and a row of steps appeared directly, and Wang Shizi walked down without hesitation.

When the figure of the young man disappears into the old house, the ground can be closed, and the dilapidated old house is directly restored to its original dilapidated appearance.

The passage of the steps did not appear dark because the ground was closed, on the contrary, the white light that lit up at the right time illuminated the entire passage as if it were day, and the steps down were not long, only about ten steps, so soon Wang Shizi went out of the passage and entered a basement that was very different from the above.

In fact, this basement not only looks out of place compared to the dilapidated cottage upstairs, but also does not feel like a world compared to Wangjia Village or even the most prosperous metropolis in China, because the furnishings in the basement are too sci-fi. There is a hall more than three meters high, with metallic walls, a three-dimensional virtual screen in the center of the hall, and a three-dimensional virtual screen in the center of the hall, which can only be seen in science fiction films, connected to a row of electronic seats that look incomparably tall and instrumental, and the most eye-catching is a vivid virtual five-clawed golden dragon floating above the hall......

In short, whoever suddenly sees these things will never believe that this is in a small village in the poorest part of China.

However, Wang Shizi was obviously accustomed to these things, and seemed to ignore all of them, and he walked directly through the dazzling-looking hall, came to a small door in the left corner of the hall, and knocked lightly on the door.

"Come in!" The old and kind voice from before sounded again, and after Wang Shizi pursed his lips, he pushed the door directly in.

Unlike the glitz of the hall, the furnishings in the room are very simple, one bed, one table, one stool. An old man who looked like an old farmer was dressed as an ordinary man, and he was absolutely unrecognizable in the pile of embarrassments, sitting comfortably on a solid wooden bench, looking at the young man with a leisurely expression.

"Grandpa, what's the matter with me in such a hurry?" Facing the old man's leisurely gaze, Wang Shizi asked directly.

"Do you know what day after tomorrow it is?" The old man did not directly answer Wang Shizi's words, but opened his mouth and asked rhetorically.

"The day after tomorrow?" Wang Shizi scratched his head blankly, and after thinking for a while, he probed in an uncertain tone: "The day after tomorrow is June 7, 2015, May 18 of the lunar calendar, well, it happens to be the ninth solar term mango seed ......"

"Shut up! Who made you perpetual calendar? I allowed you to use the Internet for 2 hours a day, just to let you know about the outside world, you know about the dog? The day after tomorrow is the day of the Chinese college entrance examination, such an important day, you don't even know? The old man interrupted the boy in a sudden and angry manner.

"Huh? College entrance exam? Wang Shizi directly ignored the old man's anger, looked in a trance, and said in a daze: "But what's the importance of the college entrance examination?" What's my business? ”

Indeed, for a teenager who has never gone to school for a day, spends his time cutting trees in the mountains every day, and then going home to chop wood, he really doesn't know what the college entrance examination means to him. Speaking of which, he didn't even know what it meant to him to chop wood every day. In fact, in the past ten years, he has chopped countless firewood, but he has used very little.

There was basically no fire in the dilapidated hut, except that when it was time to cook, some cooking smoke would come out of the chimney, but he didn't even know where it came from.

And the firewood that he chopped neatly was distributed to the residents of the whole village from house to house under his arrangement with the old man. After all, no one uses liquefied gas here, and most of them are left-behind old people, so these firewood may save these old people a lot of things.

Wang Shizi naturally questioned the old man why he couldn't go to school in a mountain village elementary school thirty miles away from Cunzài like other children, but the old man said that you are just a picked up child, how can you be like other children? And he fooled it.

This answer was obviously a perfunctory, but Wang Shizi was still young at the time and didn't understand this. When he grew up, he got used to this kind of life. Although some people once mentioned that Wang Shizi should be allowed to go to school, the old man just gained a reputation as a literate person in the village, and his level did not seem to be worse than that of a teacher in a rural primary school, so everyone thought that the old man was educating this grandson by himself, so naturally he didn't say much.

What's more, in this completely closed mountain village and this era of looking at faces and fighting for fathers, how many children can change their fate through the simple mountain village primary school? So Wang Shizi's seventeen years of life can definitely be described as a tragedy, he hasn't even eaten a hot meal, and 3 capsules-sized particles a day are his three meals. It's just that who would have thought that Wang Shizi, who was raised like this, would look so strong and well-developed?

So, for a child picked up from the mountains, such a life is happy enough.