The weather in May is summer in the northern hemisphere and winter in the southern hemisphere.

The wind has long since picked up in the Maori savannah, the sprouts are no longer poking out of the soil, and the tips of the mature grass are turning golden. The season of the crypt should be more punctual, the orbit of the artificial sun is getting lower and lower, the wind blowing out of the fan is not only strengthening, but also getting colder, the wind is southeast, the flowers and plants planted in the middle are easy to bully, a little artificial change, the autumn flowers begin to gradually wither, and the sycamore is also scrambling to drop the leaves, and the ground is all over the ground.

May 1, Labor Day in the Common Era, is still valid in Maori, with five days of vacation given to workers and a busy week to merchants. As the longest public holiday of the year in Māori other than Christmas, Labor Day has always been buzzing in previous years, but IC65 is clearly not.

The Global Human Alliance has become the most powerful force in the world, and the key is that this force is now full of aggression, and its wind and grass have naturally become a barometer of the world.

The assassination incident that occurred in Izumo could not be concealed from the eyes of those who cared about it, and the wanted arrest of Dillier Weiss had not yet been revoked, but Hu Er stopped martial law and returned to the camp. The alliance seems to be calm, but in the eyes of an old fox in the political arena like Oren, it is a sign of the accumulation and deterioration of contradictions within Qingwei.

The contradictions are becoming more and more acute, if Fanol does not act again, Qingwei will either choose to fall apart, or can only launch a foreign war when the preparations are not exhausted, and the war cannot resolve the internal contradictions, but it can easily delay the outbreak of contradictions, which is basic common sense.

As a result, the track to the Snells area was largely closed, and the track to the Australian Mountain Defence Corps camp was also locked, so that the only access to the Māori underground division was the huge elevator of the magnetic rail station, although the industrial products of the Sniles area could only be transported from the fragile and narrow outer ring of the Māori in a large circle for more than three days, but compared to the safety of the underground elite area, it was obviously worthwhile.

Māori's biggest defensive problem has always been the sheer size, the accessibility and the enclosed elite area, and a single breakthrough would cost you all the money to turn over. However, after the activation of the final defense mechanism, these defects have become advantages, and the only thing that Maori needs to defend is the magnetic rail station, whether it is the Snells area, the military camp or the prairie, it has become of no strategic value, and what is lost in the battle is everyone's own, and these undefended areas can always be taken back if the battle is won, and the safety of herders and skilled workers can be guaranteed to the greatest extent, which is the defensive thinking of Maori. But in this way, the workers naturally can't go back underground, and without these high rollers, Tasmania's Labor Day promotion will lose popularity.

E3-6, Tasman District No. 6 Town, the small white building built on the highest part is quiet, Mo Liyun is holding a card, his face is covered with small white notes, only 2 eyes are empty staring at the fat boy scratching his ears and cheeks opposite, there are few notes on his face.

Tao Tao is already a 12-year-old teenager. Last year, when I got tall, I naturally didn't get fat, but the baby fat on my face always didn't disappear, and it still looked like he had a round head and a round brain, and he was still the same fat boy as soon as he sat down. I've been in Maori for 3 years, and I've experienced incapacitation, Phoenix coma, Greenwich demise and other major events, and I've taken more than 6 months of leave before and after, plus miscellaneous spring breaks, summer vacations, and winter vacations, almost half of the time I haven't entered the school, and it is possible to repeat a grade on others, but I was forced to skip a grade in last year's final exam, and I went straight to high school after 9 years of primary education, and I am already a student in the second year of high school attached to the College of Agriculture. While biting on his schoolwork, he accepted Xiaoqiu's private tutoring, and I heard that he wrote a paper on the genetic evolution of sand beasts, which was unanimously praised by those old scholars in the Moqiu Research Institute, saying that he didn't have to waste time in high school, and could go directly to the agricultural college, which was simply heartbreaking. The stinky boy has to admit that everyone has an IQ, but there are not many high ones, and it seems that there were only old men and Xiaoqiu before Gao Cheng.

Playing cards with such people is torture, more practically, playing anything is torture. Tao Tao is not Xiaoqiu's kind of child who is only talented in schoolwork, after losing his ability, he almost plays anything, Li Mubai still wants to accept him as a closed disciple, but the fat boy himself is unwilling.

Syllable! I didn't check it for a while and was posted a note, and the stinky boy looked up to the sky and sighed, the Labor Day holiday is the first day, when will this kind of day be the end.

Phoenix and Curran are busy every day, the little girl's research is at a critical moment, Lin Ke is hiding in the research institute as an invisible person, Su Le and Mo'er went to Huaxia, Qin Yu came in the morning, but he lost 27 in a row on the host, shouting that he wanted to drill the armed team and ran away as soon as he slipped away, leaving him alone because he was in bed and could only be the only nanny of this little demon.

Otherwise, send this kid to the Return Academy, the little professor has recently had more Greenwich students to train, and he seems to be living a very comfortable life.

Just do what you say. The stinky boy slapped the cards on the floor: "Tao Tao, I'll take you to the academy to play?" ”

"Don't." Brother Tao didn't want to.

"You're the secretary of the branch of the Restoration Organization Academy, and you don't want to review those whimsical plans for restoration?" The stinky boy continues to seduce.

"Let grandma be the king, get grandpa back to be the king, and let Brother Curran be the king." Tao Tao broke his fingers one by one, "What is there to judge for such a stupid restoration plan, but when I broke it with a shredder, I cried one by one and asked me to say why, why don't I enjoy the vacation when I have this time?" ”

"Welcome a king, yes, you Greenwich have always been a constitutional monarchy."

"It really doesn't matter if you welcome a king, the problem is that this is a plan to restore the country, do you know what they write in the detailed rules?" Tao Tao's face hated that iron does not become steel.

"What?" The stinky boy was really curious.

Tao Tao stood up with a flutter, his hands behind his back, facing the northwest, and his face was full of piety: "Grace comes from above, thunder, rain and dew are all Jun's grace." ”

The stinky boy's face was flushed, and he almost suffocated his internal injuries.

Brother Tao sighed, poured himself a glass of Coke, and drank it dryly: "I reviewed this kind of ghost plan and it was my idea, I want to sign it, and I want to send it to Ishud and several other branch secretaries to discuss, I am shameless?" ”

"No, it's definitely not the reason, when are you going to have your face! The plan is stupid like this, you just don't pass it. "If you say too much, you will lose, even the wise Tao is not exempt from vulgarity, and the result of overacting is to be exposed.

"Okay." Tao Tao smiled crampedly, "The main thing is that every time I pass, Old Man Li will look at me very strangely, flickering, I'm afraid of ......"

Mo Liyun couldn't help but think of Li Mubai's look at Tao Tao in his heart, and nodded involuntarily, being looked at by an old man like a beautiful woman is indeed not something that these young people can bear.

"I understand your ......"

"Long live understanding!" Tao Tao's face was swept away with palpitations, and he took out a pair of flying chess pieces like magic, "A dog at the beginning, the equipment is all picked up, only look at luck and not face, which is most suitable for friends with a large IQ gap to play together." ”

"I suddenly want to visit Professor Banninger, will you go......

Mo Liyun definitely doesn't want to play any bullshit games with Tao Tao anymore, if you must play, just play boxing. The two were at a stalemate when the doorbell suddenly rang.

"There's a letter!" It was the voice of Lao Bei, the postman in the town.

"Your letter?" The stinky boy is very strange, the circle between him and the little girl is so big, who will send a letter without it, so he directly suspects Tao Tao.

"This is your ......," Brother Tao wanted to cry without tears.

The door opened, and Lao Bei smiled and put a postcard in Mo Liyun's hand. It is a very ordinary postcard of the grassland scenery of Maori, there is a snow-white tent between the blue sky and green grass, a few lazy sheep, and a blue sea of tiles, and there are few words on the back: "A meeting on the grassland." "The payment is the old man of Dunhuang.

"Mysterious, you still have friends here in Dunhuang?" Tao Tao poked his head, his face full of gossip.

"How is it possible, I collect anyone's protection fee in Dunhuang, how can I have any friends ......" As he spoke, a blonde pig's head suddenly appeared in the stinky boy's mind, could it be him?

"Who's in mind?"

"I do think of a person, and you know it." Mo Liyun touched his nose, "But he shouldn't have come to Maori at this time." ”

"You mean...... Those people around Grandpa? ”

"There is probably no one else except Downing and Asano, I guess it's Downing." Mo Liyun handed the postcard to Lao Bei, "Lao Bei, help me see where this place is?" "Some of the postcards are printed by the post office, and one of the learning content of the postman is to introduce the content of the picture to tourists, which is also a measure to stimulate the development of tourism.

"This is the Buckle Sea, walk 620 kilometers northeast from C3-3, there is a string of seas, the Buckle Sea is the most beautiful one, bluer than the seas on the side." Lao Bei deserves to be a gold medal postman, and the business is pure.

"...... like this," Mo Liyun touched his chin, "Tao Tao, take this postcard to Aunt Lin." ”

"Why don't you send it yourself?" Tao Tao pursed his mouth, extremely reluctant.

"Of course I'm going to the appointment." Mo Liyun walked out of the door, and within a few steps, he was already far away, and the eagle strike flew out of the attic window and hung on his waist.

"Help me pass a word and tell grandpa that Tao Tao misses him!"

Mo Liyun in the distance waved his hand.

"Uncle Lao Bei, you go in and drink tea by yourself, I'm going to the research institute to deliver a letter."

Looking at the empty house, Lao Bei took the signing slip with a blank expression.

"Hey, hey, hey, who's going to sign for it! Also, don't ride my bike! ”

The beautiful Crystal Palace, with its golden wheat fields rustling in the wind, and the sun shining through the sea overhead, sprinkled with broken gold to dye the ears of wheat, looks like real gold is shining, making it impossible to look at it directly. The smoke of the cooking not far away rose again, Lao Bei helped the two hot boys close the door, put the sign on the mailbox on the outer wall of the small building with a smile, and walked towards the next family, he still had more than 10 letters to send, the bicycle was ridden away by Tao Tao, and the time suddenly became urgent.

Damn war, how long can such a leisurely good life live?