Traveler Major League

Chapter 303 What is a good time?
There are no myths in this world. Lao Yu finally won the next few games with the help of Go AI.

Zhu Zongliang was sweating profusely as he played straight, "Old sir, why did your style of play change so drastically?"

"How to say?"

"Chess style is momentum. If it's too strong, it will break. If it's too weak, it will drain. The book says that if the opponent is too strong, you should soften him and at the same time form a counter-momentum. This is called containing and transforming. You need to create momentum. Once the momentum is established, you will be invincible. But your chess momentum is erratic, like an antelope hanging on a horn, with no trace to be found."

"I have to adapt to the situation, use momentum to transform momentum, guide small momentum, and contain and transform big momentum. Although I can't calculate a hundred steps ahead, I rarely meet rivals in the capital. And the old gentleman seems to have no momentum in the game, but after more than ten moves, he can connect them into a big momentum. He is really a god!"

"Hey, what's the matter with momentum? I rely on this." Lao Yu handed over the phone and explained the operation of the Go game on the phone. He just watched how Zhu Zongliang played the game, and then he would mark the moves on the board according to the moves made by the nine-dan level AI in the game.

Zhu Zongliang said in frustration: "There is no more chess in the world!"

"I just used the Go AI to beat you, which was a bit of a trick. It's not necessary. Just like we have mules and horses, it doesn't mean running has no meaning. The Go AI on the phone is just a tool. It just runs the program within the rules."

“It’s amazing!”

At this time, the people who had been working came back and brought back two snakes as a welcome dinner for Lao Yu.

They were all grown men, and they didn't shy away from stripping off all their clothes in the dormitory, washing and wiping their bodies. The lack of material resources could not stop these men from being enthusiastic about Lao Yu. They even talked to him naked, "Mr. Yu, what do you usually eat?"

"Can I drink and eat meat every day?"

"Does every family have a horse?"

While this was going on, Zhu Zongliang began to process the two meter-long snakes. He first nailed the snakes' heads with a sharpened wooden stick, then used a knife to cut an opening under the snakes' heads. He used another sharp wooden stick to forcefully peel off the snakes' skin, then took out the internal organs. Without washing them, he placed them directly in a clay pot and filled it with water.

It was brought to the mound at the corner of the dormitory entrance, firewood was stuffed underneath and it was lit.

The scholars in the capital, who used to be very unemployed, are now very skilled in doing these jobs.

At this time, several people in the same dormitory had finished showering and started to help. Some went outside to fetch more water, some crushed wild onions, ginger and other things and put them in the pot and skimmed off the floating residue, and some contributed their precious supplies: salt.

The dormitory suddenly became lively. After stewing for a long time, the chef Zhu Zongliang opened the lid of the pot first, and a large cloud of steam came out. The gluttons surrounding it all stretched their heads and cheered, and then they put in the chopped cabbage, potatoes, and miscellaneous wild vegetables along with oil and salt, waiting to eat after it was cooked.

"It's ready, it's ready."

Amid the reminders, Zhu Zongliang picked out the snake with chopsticks and put it on a large plate, poured soy sauce on it, and shouted: "Come on, come on! Eat, eat, eat!"

Lao Yu was also infected by the atmosphere, and everyone picked up their chopsticks to tear the snake meat and chew it.

"It tastes a bit like chicken," someone said.

"It's chicken, chicken. We can only enjoy this feast thanks to Mr. Yu." Soon, after eating one snake, he picked out the other one along with the side dishes. He did not waste the remaining snake bones, so he poured them back into the clay pot and sprinkled a handful of wild onions on them to continue making the soup. Only then did he slow down his eating speed.

Old Yu didn't eat much snake meat, but he drank two large bowls of soup and ate half a bowl of wild vegetables. He was a little full and became familiar with this group of young people.

"Old Yu, how do you feel about coming to the territory of the People's Alliance?"

"Everything is full of vitality and is flourishing. It is limitless." Old Yu concluded after taking a sip of soup. He then pulled out a can of sugar from his luggage and gave a handful to each of the people.

Seeing that there was still half a can of White Rabbit milk candy left, he gave the whole can to Zhu Zongliang.

"There are such things in the world. The Third World is indeed as rich as its reputation says. Mr. Yu, it is so precious that I dare not accept it." Zhu Zongliang hurriedly declined.

"It's just a worthless little thing, I'll just keep it."

A shrill bell rang from the loudspeaker above the dormitory area, and everyone moved their benches to gather. It was time for evening self-study.

"A fulfilling life is good, but it's hard for these children." Old Yu looked at the young people who formed a perfect circle under the solar LED street lights. They seemed to appear and disappear in the wormwood smoke that drove away mosquitoes. It was as if he saw his younger self.

Were we really wrong at that time?
After saying goodbye to Zhu Zongliang the next day, Lao Yu rushed back to the station and returned to the Third World with Li Ziliang. He invited several old friends from the same community to get together to chat and drink as a welcome dinner.

After talking about his experience in the Ming Dynasty, Lao Yu couldn't help but sigh: "That place is like when we were young, there is passion, but the management is strict and poor. It's better here, it's much easier."

"Things have become stricter here too. You might not know this if you weren't here. It's all on the news. They say the whole society needs to transform." Huang Yongsen said after taking a sip of wine.

"How do you make the transition?" asked Lao Yu.

"Say it's something special."

"Building a new type of society in a special period." Dong Zhanqiang added, "In the beginning, only a few countries did it, such as the United States, France, and India. When Japan started to get in chaos, countries around the world were scared and began to tighten their measures."

"We ordinary people have to live our lives, so why not?" Huang Yongsen said, "In fact, no matter how chaotic or strict it is, it can't be more difficult than the 1980s and 1990s. Look at those foreign countries, who dares to be anti-China now? They all say they want to cooperate. What is that little Vietnam promoting now? They are promoting that they have been China's traditional territory since ancient times, and are China's core territory, earlier than Yunnan, and now they are clamoring to annex China, and this is a good time."

"Good? Bullshit! My son worked hard in Daming to build the city and earned real money. What do you think? He has to pay 3% income tax when he transfers it back to China. The bank also said that there is no interest for deposits over yuan. In order to activate the market, they have to charge a % custody fee for large amounts of funds. Ugh!" Li Ziliang took a sip of old wine. "I think this looks like a war!"

"Fighting for fun! Whoever dares to fight us should be beaten by us. We have two worlds." Huang Yongsen slammed the table. A plate of peanuts jumped with his movements. He was very excited.

"In my opinion, our good days are coming to an end." Li Ziliang obviously disagreed.

"You rich people, what are we afraid of?" Huang Yongsen continued to slam his hands on the table, so hard that the other dishes began to bounce. "This is a truly good time. Salaries have gone up, housing prices have gone down, commodity prices have gone down, and there are job openings everywhere. Even a mediocre person like me can be rehired by the factory. If this isn't a good time, then what is?"

(End of this chapter)