The sky in June was like a fire, scorching everything in Dayan City.

Pedestrians hurrying through the streets, looking for the little shade cast by the sun from the buildings and trees.

In Jumen County, south of Dayancheng, a railway with a maglev train that was planned a year ago is being built in sections under the scorching sun by groups of migrant workers from all over the country under the command of technicians.

Section 35, the main project is a railway bridge five meters above the ground.

Zhang Pu used a wrench to tighten the screws of the scaffolding, and under the hot sun, on the edge of the helmet he was wearing, drops of sweat flowed from the hair that had already been soaked together from small to large, and then fell onto the steel pipe of the scaffolding, and in the blink of an eye, the traces of sweat were evaporated and disappeared.

Wiping the sweat on his face and neck with a black sweat towel around his neck, Zhang Pu looked at Xiao Yong, the eldest brother in the same village who came out with him, and was working seriously with a red face.

"Brother Yong, the foundation and fields of your hometown are going to be requisitioned to build roads, now it's okay. Your family has become a demolition household and a land household, I have inquired for you, do you know how much your family can compensate now?"

"That money is useless, Daura, don't look envious. We are a group of bitter people who are digging in the field, and now we can earn two dollars by working part-time, and when we are old, we have to go home and farm, now it's good, the land passed down from generation to generation is gone......"

Zhang Qinghua from the same village is the oldest of the group of peasant workers in the village, who is 52 years old, and Zhang Qinghua, who has been working since he was 18 years old, has done many kinds of work, and his salary has increased from a dozen yuan a day at the beginning to more than 300 a day now, and he has stayed in most cities in the country for a period of time to a greater or lesser extent.

Zhang Qinghua leaned on the hot scaffolding, stood up straight and took a breath: "Yes, Ah Yong, although your family has been expropriated, but it is not much money, I have inquired, it is just a convenient project, the compensation is very low, one acre of land is more than 30,000, and your family's land is only more than three acres." ”

Xiao Yong, who was in a trance, replied: "Well, well, there are not many, the village chief called me and said." ”

"There are nine families in our village that have been expropriated, and the area of Brother Yong's family is the largest, and after calculation, there can be more than 100,000 in total, plus there should be some houses, but unfortunately Brother Yong, your house is not large. We came out to work a year, and when the year was good, we could now find 60,000 or 70,000 yuan, just for the more than 100,000 yuan, but the house and land at home were gone, but fortunately, Brother Yong's family was able to compensate for a house in the town's settlement. Another young man, Zhang Cangjing, joined the conversation.

"Concentrate on it, Ah Yong, you don't think you belong, it's a big deal if you fall. Zhang Qinghua reminded.

"It's okay, Warber, I'm thinking about something else, don't worry. ”

Xiao Yong smiled and touched his sun-hot neck.

Xiao Yong had something in his heart, but it was not about the family's land acquisition, but he found that there was a strange pattern in the palm of his dark hand, as long as he stared at these patterns, his head felt dizzy.

At the same time, the palm of the palm also seemed a little swollen, and there was a feeling that something wanted to break through his skin and come out.

After graduating from junior high school, Xiao Yong worked at home for more than two years, and then, like most people in the village, began to work with his elder brothers who had gone out to work one by one when he reached the age of eighteen.

At the beginning, he worked as a plumber in a printing consumables factory in the south, earning two or three thousand yuan a month saved from between his teeth for three years.

Later, my father had a serious illness, and the money saved in three years was not enough for my father to treat his illness, and he borrowed nearly 100,000 yuan from many relatives and friends in the same village, so that my father survived this catastrophe.

Xiao Yong's father was born because of this serious illness, although the disease was cured, but his body collapsed suddenly, and he couldn't do any heavy work, and his mother could only guard a few acres of land at home to take care of his father and his sister who was still in elementary school at the time.

The burden of the family suddenly fell on Xiao Yong, who had just turned twenty, and the heavy debts and the cost of some medicine for his father every month made Xiao Yong, who was originally quite lively, become a lot duller.

In order to treat his father, Xiao Yong quit his job in the consumables factory and stayed at home for more than half a year.

Later, I heard that I earned a lot of money working on the construction site, so I started working on the construction site with everyone.

Brick factory, digging piles, building bridges, building roads...... Various construction sites, for more than three years, Xiao Yong has been a small worker from the beginning, doing the most strenuous physical work and getting the lowest wage.

Up to now, he is smart and studious, and he can basically afford all kinds of handicraft work to be used on the construction site, carpenter, cement worker, and electrician without a license, and his daily salary can be 500 in many cases, and more than 300 in less cases.

But it is not common to have a job as a master, and there are many people who have these skills. The dull personality he has developed in the past few years has made Xiao Yong have no social circle except for these people in the same village.

I can't talk to the foreman who sent work at the construction site, and more often than not, Xiao Yong still has to do the work of a small worker.

As for where these patterns come from, it starts from three days ago.

The Xuanqi pattern on the palm of his hand is that three days ago, when Xiao Yong was cleaning the site, he accidentally pressed a stone slab with a simple shape, Xiao Yong felt a burst of burning, and he just thought that the slate was caused by the sun for a long time.

Xiao Yong didn't care about it at the time, and it wasn't until after taking a shower that night and washing the dirt on his hands that he realized that he had such a thing on his hands.

"Ghost Upper Body, Doom Seal?"

Xiao Yong, who has listened to old people talk about some gods and ghosts since he was a child, found that he couldn't wipe off the mysterious pattern on his palm, and he was thinking worriedly at the moment.

If you are sick now, then I really don't know what to do with this fragile family that is supported by itself.

"Brother Yong, your family's famine, you will definitely be able to pay it off this year, plus the family's land requisition compensation, are you going back this year and looking for a daughter-in-law?"

"Ah Yong, if you want to be a daughter-in-law, you can't think about it when you're working, how dangerous it is!"

"No, Warber, I'm a little sick. ”

"If you don't feel well, go to a meeting, it's not a trivial matter to fall from such a high place. ”

"Brother Yong, don't you need me to pull you. ”

"No, I'll go down first, talk to the foreman, and rest for the afternoon. ”

"Then you be careful, the weather is too hot, Brother Yong, you are most likely suffering from heat stroke, go back and take two Huoxiang Zhengqi liquid in my bag to drink." ”

"Okay, be careful when you work. ”

"Don't worry, Brother Yong, go back quickly!"

Xiao Yong didn't insist anymore, the patterns on his hands had a greater and greater impact on him, and the dizziness in his head became stronger and stronger.

Carefully climbing down the steel pipe scaffolding, Xiao Yong said to Wei Bo, the contractor, and after the latter repeatedly confirmed that he was not in serious health, he staggered back to the prefabricated house where the construction site was concentrated.

"Why did Ayong get off work so early, his face was so pale, and you were sick?"

Sister Wan, who is in her thirties who cooks at the construction site, is a cousin of Wei Bo, a contractor, and is washing clothes by the sink at the end of the prefabricated house.

"It's okay, Sister Wan is doing laundry, I may be a little heat stroke, come back and rest." ”

"I see that your face is also like heat stroke, come, wipe your face with a wet towel to cool down. ”

"I'll do it myself, Sister Wan, you can do the laundry. ”

Xiao Yong turned on a faucet next to him, put soap on his hands, carefully washed his hands, held a handful of tap water, and poured it directly on his face, and the whole person was much more energetic at once.

Back in the empty board room, Xiao Yong suddenly lay down on his bed, and his tense spirit relaxed all of a sudden.

Staring at the mysterious pattern in his palm, Xiao Yong suddenly disappeared from the bed and came to an extremely strange place.

"Where is this?"

Taking a breath of the air here, Xiao Yong actually had a feeling of having eaten a full meal.

Xiao Yong looked at his palm, and the mysterious pattern on his palm had disappeared.

"How do I get back?"

As soon as Xiao Yong thought about going back, the whole person suddenly appeared on the bed in the prefabricated room again, and the Xuanqi pattern appeared on his palm again, but looking at the Xuanqi pattern again, the dizziness in his mind no longer existed, and the whole body felt full of vitality.

"What is that place, and what does the Land of Heavenly Machines represent?"

Xiao Yong was confused for a while, and the whole person suddenly became stupid.

"The land of heavenly machines is no way, there is no way to give birth to the way, there is a way to give birth to the way, you should be the master of the heavenly machine!"

"Who's talking?"

Xiao Yong sat up suddenly, and listened carefully, except for the roar of the machine in the distance at the construction site, there was no other sound.

"Are you doing the?"

Raising the palm of his right hand, Xiao Yong found that the mysterious pattern in the palm of his palm was emitting a thin layer of light, quietly hidden in his palm, and the passage he "heard" just now came from here.

"What kind of master of heaven have I become?"

"Where does that place belong?"

"The pattern of the palm of the palm will be hidden with my mind?"

......

Xiao Yong was full of doubts, but unfortunately the pattern of the palm, except for the fact that it could be hidden or appeared according to his own mind, no more information came.

"Look at that place again!"

Xiao Yong once again disappeared from his bed in the prefabricated room.