Raise a House of Obsession

"Brother, there is something I want to talk about." Fu Lintao rubbed his hands and said, "In a while, we will go to the big city, can we also bring Wu Zhenyu? My talent is relatively limited, I want to Spiritual cultivation is quite difficult. It’s good to be able to achieve a bronze seal. We must have a helper. Wu Zhenyu, didn’t you say that he has the potential to become a silver seal?"

"Wu Zhenyu..." Zhou Yi frowned thoughtfully.

Fu Lintao hurriedly said: "I think this man is quite pitiful and has a bit of talent. It's okay to use it as a thug."

He was looking forward to it.

It's not because of sympathy. There are too many poor people in the world. Where can they be saved?

But... the two of them had a common experience. They both squatted in Xisuo for a while; they were both saved by Zhou Yi; now they are both willing to change their evils and return to the right.

But the ending is quite different.

He Fu Lintao has a rich father. No matter what, he doesn't have to worry about the problem of the back road. He can't starve to death.

I don't care about dignity or anything. Money is omnipotent, and no money is absolutely impossible.

But Wu Zhenyu has a fool, who has nothing, and everything has to be done by himself. When he returns to his hometown, people will be stunned, and it is impossible for him to go to work in the old factory.

This is the gap, the natural gap.

In Fu Lintao's previous circle, there were many such bad boys. Unlucky families have their own misfortunes, but they often have two things in common. The first is poverty, and the second is that there is no hope.

There are many people who have a good heart, but the environment has distorted them. Depraved, then it is gone forever.

The prodigal son does not change his head for gold, and there are fewer people like gold.

Since Fu Lintao didn't mix with the circle of the past, he was a little bit embarrassed to jump in again, especially, this Wu Zhenyu had already turned his head.

He himself has the feeling of "the prodigal son turning back", and I believe Wu Zhenyu himself also has it. If he develops psionic energy, the progress should be good.

"You are kind, Wu Zhenyu, he is really so-so. He has worked hard to reform this month. You can give him a chance and see if he wants it." Zhou Yi knocked on the melon seeds and said, "Go and go with you. He talks, if he doesn't want to, he won't force it."

During this period of inspection, Wu Zhenyu has indeed completely returned to normal, and his temper has become milder, and occasionally he reads and learns. He even transformed himself into a "work activist" in the production room.

Of course, commutation is impossible, because Wu Zhenyu will soon be released after serving his sentence.

Anyway, he did well.

"You know?"

"Knowing, of course, I've been fighting in Xisuo, and I was hungry for a day."

Zhou Yi laughed loudly: "Okay, then find a chance, I will bring you in."

...

After dinner, before it was seven o'clock, Zhou Yi couldn't resist the deep sleepiness, and fell on the bed again, having a nightmare...

...

It's already April.

In April, the world was full of flowers, the weather gradually warmed, and the buds climbed onto the branches.

In spring, a season full of hope, the snow melts quietly in the spring light, and the stream flows gurglingly in the spring.

The sky seemed to have been cleansed again, and the blue sky was pleasant. Clouds are no longer pervasive, but dotted on the blue sky one by one.

However, on this day, a major event happened in the entire Daxia Alliance!

The preparations for the "Thirty-third Archaeological Project of the Ancient Continent" at the high-level meeting have finally come to an end.

The 300-year history of the Great Xia Alliance, the 33rd archaeology, has officially begun.

This time, the archaeological site is relatively remote and closer to the Western Continent, an area that has never been explored before.

Remoteness and unknown means great risks.

But no matter what, you can't let the people on the Western Continent take the lead and dug the graves of your ancestors.

The selection of related personnel has also been screened. The entire alliance has drawn a total of 1,489 masters, in addition to more than 3,600 professional soldiers, three professional large transport ships, and six 10,000-ton destroyers.

It's a big league, this bit of manpower will not hurt your muscles, but it's also very formal.

The leader of the team is a master of penance, Mr. Zhang Haoran.

"Mr. Zhang, I will trouble you this time." Zhao Qingfeng, then chairman of the council, bowed slightly to the thin old man.

The penance flow in the north of the sky, the burning mountain flow in the south of the sky, the star-gazing courtyard in the east of the sky, and the institution city in the west of the sky are the four pillars of the entire Great Xia Alliance.

And Zhang Haoran alone is worth half of the penance.

Known as "the closest saint in the world" the master.

And there is no saint in the world for three hundred years.

Zhang Haoran smiled, her gray beard trembling, and said: "Xiao Zhao, don't worry. If you can't beat it, we will escape back. We are in what era, and we won't be wiped out like before."

Zhao Qingfeng was not stunned, just smiled. It is better than Lao Zhang to promise like this, but this is already the limit.

"If you can't beat it, it's good to escape back. Just a few people will die."

Everyone boarded the transport ship. At this time, many reporters came to the stage. In front of the camera, Zhang Haoran's career changed. He became a famous archaeologist and a well-known scholar who often haunted the TV.

He put on a pair of reading glasses, and his thin face seemed to have an old-school style.

"Mr. Zhang, where is your archaeological site this time? Are you confident to find any big news?"

"Our Eastern Continent's nearly three thousand years of history has not yet been clarified. Why do we have to dig more distant history?"

"Mr. Zhang, when do you expect to be back?"

"This time, the archaeological site ~www.readwn.com~ is located in the west of the ancient continent, in a place called'Lixiang'. According to preliminary investigations by Western scientists, there are traces of the lives of ancestors."

Zhang Haoran stroked his eyes and said with a smile, "History exists objectively. No matter how writers write history, history exists in its own way and cannot be changed. What we have to do is to pursue the ultimate truth. This is also true. The significance of archaeology."

"Are you an ancestor thousands of years ago?"

"Maybe five thousand years ago. At that time, slavery, rigorous writing, rich language, and a brilliant culture were born."

"For some reason, our ancestors abandoned that piece of land and moved to the continent under our feet."

Zhang Haoran sighed in his heart.

Some things cannot be disclosed.

At least you can't openly reveal it in front of the TV. Otherwise, more than one billion people in the league will panic, and the impact will be too bad.