"They want to go by themselves, who can stop them? It can only be blamed on the false gods they believe in, and the barbaric revanchism in the teachings, such a people, it is not bad to die. Nathan sniffed, hateful.

"Nathan, talk nonsense." Mei tilted her body and looked at her eldest son sternly.

"The feather god put the four clans together and landed in Providence together, hoping that they would not be different from each other by skin color or language, and that they would live in harmony and face hardships together. Now that your brothers and clan are in trouble, we naturally want to help each other, are you willing to see the people of the Feather God die for some prejudice? Mei shook her head dissatisfied.

"They don't believe in feather gods, mother!" Nathan. Taylor shouted in a thick voice.

"You don't believe it either, but that doesn't stop me from loving you, son." Plums. Taylor stroked Jonny's hair in his arms, looked at the eldest son in front of him kindly, and said softly.

"You're my mom, it's different." Nathan disagreed.

"It's not different, it's just that you haven't understood it yet." Mei turned her gaze to look at her grandson, her voice low.

Nathan. Taylor didn't dare to argue with his mother anymore, but just took a sip from his own glass of ale, and the glass of wine in front of old Taylor didn't know when it was empty.

Jonny sat down with May and listened to the family's words, pondering the meaning of the conversation.

Since it is a directive issued by the highest authority through the agricultural family, how can several agricultural families resist it? In his concept, the farmer is naturally concerned with the harvest and the price of the crop, as for who will eat them is the businessman's business, Taylor's family said that it is all useless words, and the appetizing chatter before the meal, he silently summarizes it in his heart.

"It's officially open!" Steven. Taylor's shout startled away Jonny's head of sleepy bugs. Taylor's youngest son, carefully holding a huge plate in his hands, walked out of the kitchen, followed by Joanna, who was holding a soup pot with anti-scalding gloves on her hands.

In front of the long table, Andrew hurriedly took a few steps and quickly helped his brother unload the food from the plate, and after two or three back and forth, Taylor's table was already full of fragrant food.

Next, Steven. Taylor yelled at him to eat and drink, and said his own witticisms, Nathan. The gloom on Taylor's face also dissipated, and he laughed with his younger brothers, and old Taylor drank the ale glass by ale, and his originally solemn face gradually became blush and smile. May and Joanna serve soup and vegetables for the juniors, and the women of the Taylor family talk about their families and anecdotes, and the long table begins to become noisy.

Eating the food cooked by his mother on the plate, Jonny liked the atmosphere in his heart, and although he didn't say a word, the light in his eyes brightened.

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As soon as the "Alien Cognition" course ended, the students in Li Bai's class ran like rabbits, compared to sitting on the chair honestly and listening to boring lip explanations, the colorful extracurricular themes and club activities after school were much more interesting.

Jonny was one of the few students who hadn't left the classroom yet, and he certainly didn't really like the course.

The lingua franca of Unity, the ghostly and dancing body interactions, the slow and elegant but extremely complex High Kande etiquette. It was too annoying to follow the simulation over and over again, so I was extremely envious of Roger who fell asleep on the chair with his hands on his back. Clarke.

Teachers have the duty to remind and educate, and students have the right to learn and not to learn, provided that they do not disturb others. This is Porfield. Newton High School, or any normal school here, strange core principles of education, and Jonny finally realized before he even went out into the world.

He is now anxious to integrate into the world, but he suffers from the lack of the most common sense, and the most basic environment in which he learns them.

In his small room in the Gorge Valley, the scene displacer can connect to some kind of source, and from time to time it automatically adds a full set of landscape themes.

He had seen mirror-like oceans, plains covered with black night grass, and airports slowly rotating in planetary orbits, but he didn't know where they were, what they were called, and what incredible stories they had......

High-tech curtains don't help him grow much knowledge, and he has to find a way to find a channel as soon as possible.

He walked around the warm and small home, but he couldn't find the tools that could help him get acquainted with the world.

In this world, refrigerators can order frog milk in a timely manner according to the storage capacity, the whole household kitchen utensils can cook their own food with less supervision, the laundry equipment can be washed, dried, ironed, folded and even hung, and the assembly line can handle all kinds of clothes for the whole family, and the universal housekeeping equipment can wash dishes, wipe the table, mop the floor, vacuum and even wipe the window sill.

But he just couldn't find the book he once loved, the kind of thing that smelled of ink, could turn the page, and the paper rustled in the rubbing of his fingers.

When Teacher Xia Xuelian first handed them to him, he didn't know that they were almost extinct. Now he understands that due to the popularity of holographic technology, books have gradually become a rarity, and they are not even expected to be found in ordinary families. Because of this, he could not use this most ordinary and simple tool to quietly understand the workings of the world.

Jonny was so frustrated by this that every day he was taken home, he was kicked out of the door like a chicken by Joanna during what he considered to be the golden hour.

"Go to the open spaces of the valley and play and go to the fields with your friends to help catch the flies." His mother would say so.

When Jonny was hesitating whether he had any friends in the vicinity or whether it would be appropriate for a 16-year-old boy to catch insects based on the basic notions of the world, Joanna would say, "Let's put aside the problem of running in our youth and go to the wild dinner at the windmill in Wolong Valley." ”

His mother then happily took him with a basket of dinner, got into the red Carision, and went to enjoy nature in the rural park, which was a few kilometres away.

With a meal full of food in the park, Jonny finally got a glimpse of Joanna's busy time and asked her if she could buy some paper books at home, or a flat reading tool different from the holographic board and watch.

Because he found that although the hologram was clear enough, if it was used to read text for a long time, it would be intimidating and difficult to sustain.