This is a very science fiction hall, with holographic videos everywhere on all four walls of the hall. An old man dressed as an old farmer was standing in the center of the hall, with a five-clawed golden dragon hovering above his head, and opposite him was a white light ball, which looked extremely disharmonious.

However, obviously no one here cares about this disharmonious place with a very visual gap, and the old man asked at the white light ball with a solemn expression, "Where has the inheritance of civilization been carried out?"

"In the last virtual synchronization, the civilization route we sorted out suitable for the evolution and development of the earth will be completely synchronized into the host brain." What is surprising is that this light ball actually answered the old man's question like a human.

"It's just right, so I will follow the original plan and let that kid take the college entrance examination in China tomorrow. It's time to let him go out. It's time for us to leave." The old man nodded with his hands on his back.

"In view of the physical fitness of the people on earth, this civilization inheritance used a total of 5,324 standard universe days, and 380 standard universe energy units were consumed, all of which have been recorded!" The light ball then replied.

"Forget it, don't record these. Anyway, the time we have been wandering in the universe during this period of time on Earth is not worth mentioning at all. In tens of thousands of universe years, I have never encountered a country that worships the five-clawed golden dragon as my hometown! I didn't expect to meet it on Earth, which is also considered fate. With the current civilization on Earth and the nature of people on Earth, if it is noticed by civilizations above the C-level in the universe, it will definitely cause a catastrophe. So I decided to erase all the records of the civilization inheritance of the earth. In addition, it's time for us to return to our hometown!" The old man suddenly sighed.

"As you wish!" The light ball responded without any emotional fluctuations.

"Well, then set out at 2 a.m. in China time tomorrow. No one will be disturbed at that time. The temporary base will simultaneously turn on the environmental self-destruct mode!" The old man finally gave an order, then waved his hand, and the light ball disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared in the hall.

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In 2015, more than 30 years have passed since China carried out reform and opening up, and the achievements it has achieved are undoubtedly huge. Countless people have become rich and people's living standards have improved significantly. However, according to official statistical reports, countless poor villages are still distributed throughout China.

Even many poor mountainous areas have not yet been able to access the road. Wangjia Village located in the Dabie Mountains is such a poor village. Not to mention that there is no access, people living in Wangjia Village don’t even have electricity. There is no way. There are barren mountains on all sides and there are not many tourism resources for development. But then again, even if there is tourism development value here, investors will definitely be scared away by the huge advance investment costs.

The younger generation has basically gone out to work, and most of the left-behind people in the village are the older generation. They are reluctant to live in their homeland for the rest of their lives, so they can only rely on their own acres of land to continue their lives.

The people in the whole village basically gathered on the low-lying flat ground at the foot of the mountain, but there was a single house on the hillside to the south. At this time, in front of the dilapidated hut, a handsome boy who looked about sixteen or seven years old, half naked, muttering and counting in his mouth, steadily waving an axe in his hand and chopping the firewood.

It was already summer, and in the dark sky, the juvenile muttered in the boy's mouth seemed particularly crisp.

“One, two, three, four!”

“Two, two, three, four!”

...

With the horn in his mouth, the thick firewood that had been divided was neatly cut into eight sections. Then the boy wiped a handful of sweat beads on his forehead and put the cut firewood neatly on the pile of firewood that had already been built next to the broken house.

The rapid speed and neat techniques all show that this young boy has already done this meaningless and heavy task well. Especially the thick biceps that appear when he raises the axe, and the six small muscles on his abdomen, which makes the boy who is chopping wood look quite beautiful.

Don’t be jealous of the body that looks comfortable and comfortable. Any harvest can be obtained by uninterrupted efforts. In fact, no matter who it is, if you start going up the mountain to chop firewood from the age of seven, and this chop will last for more than ten years. Unless it is strong wind and rain, it will never stop, and it can be trained to develop the strong muscles of the boy, which is unique to the current skill of chopping firewood.

"Okay, prince, don't slap it today, hurry up and come into the house!"

Suddenly, the old and kind voice from the dilapidated hut interrupted the boy's movement of chopping wood. The boy raised his hand and wiped the sweat beads on his forehead, turned his head to look at the hut, and whispered: "Grandpa, there are only a dozen left. Why is it so urgent? Can't I wait until I finish chopping?"

"You guy's skin is itchy again? What does it mean to prohibit the order from you and forget it? Come in as soon as you come in, what nonsense!" The very kind voice in the room suddenly became simple and crude.

When you see this, don’t think this is a bloody fantasy novel. The boy who chopped the firewood was descended from the royal family of which country. In fact, this is just an absolute urban story. It’s just that the boy’s surname is Wang, and his name is Prince.

Speaking of the life experience of Prince Wang is extremely pitiful. To put it bluntly, Prince Wang is a child picked up from the mountains and valleys. So Prince Wang has never seen his parents since he was a child, but has grown up with a man he called Grandpa. This grandpa has started to let him go up the mountain to chop firewood every day since he was seven years old. What's even more outrageous is that this grandpa has never let him leave this Wangjia Village, so although Prince Wang is already seventeen years old, there are not many people in contact with. It is really incomparable to those spoiled dolls in the city.

Hearing the grandfather's angry scolding, Prince Wang seemed to be unsatisfied with a look at the more than ten pieces of wood that had not been cut, and threw the axe in his hand and walked into the hut. The hut was very simple, with a room in total, and a bed was placed in the corner, opposite the stove, and there was a large iron pot on the stove that was very mismatched in the size of the house.

There was a limping on the side of the stove, and a four-corner table with a brick was supposed to be the dining table, with untied dishes and chopsticks on it. Speaking of which, the function of this dilapidated house is simply too powerful, integrating the kitchen, bedroom, living room and dining room. It would be unimaginable if it was placed in the city, but it was very normal in Wangjia Village, and there were even people living together here.

After saying so much, it seemed that something was missing in the room. Yes, there were fewer people. Just now, there was a voice coming from the house, but when the prince of the king walked into the cottage, he could not see the figure of people at all. However, the boy did not have any surprise expression and walked straight to the iron pot, poked out a hand and pressed directly to the middle of the pot.

At this moment, a miracle happened. A faint white light lit up in the center of the large iron pot, and then the light directly formed a palm-shaped shape. Then a gentle electronic synthesizer voice suddenly sounded: "The palm lines were verified!" When the sound fell, a big hole suddenly cracked at the position of the young man standing, and a row of steps appeared directly. Prince Wang walked down without hesitation.

When the young man disappeared into the old house, the ground could be closed, and the dilapidated old house was directly restored to its original dilapidated appearance.

The steps did not appear dark because the ground was closed. On the contrary, the white light that lighted up at the right time illuminated the entire passage like daytime. In addition, the downward steps were not long, only ten steps, so soon the prince of the king left the passage and entered a basement that was very different from the above.

In fact, this basement not only looks out of place compared to the dilapidated cottages upstairs, but it doesn't look like a world compared to Wangjia Village and even the most prosperous metropolis in China, because the furnishings in the basement look too sci-fi. The hall is more than three meters high, with metallic walls, a three-dimensional virtual screen in the center of the hall, and a center of the hall. It is generally only seen in science fiction films. It is connected to a row of electronic seats that look extremely tall and above the instrument. The most eye-catching one is a vivid virtual five-clawed golden dragon floating above the hall...

In short, if anyone suddenly saw these things, he would never believe that this was in the poorest small village in China.

However, the prince of the king was obviously used to seeing these things and seemed to ignore everything. He walked directly through the dazzling hall, came to a small door in the left corner of the hall, and knocked on the door gently.

"Come in!" The old and kind voice sounded again before. Prince Wang curled his lips and pushed the door straight into.

Unlike the dazzling hall, the furnishings in the room are very simple, one bed, one table, and one stool. An old man who looks very ordinary and cannot be recognized by the crowd is sitting comfortably on the solid wood bench, looking at the dull boy leisurely.

"Grandpa, why are you looking for me in such a hurry?" Prince Wang asked directly in response to the old man's leisurely gaze.

"Do you know what day it will be after tomorrow?" The old man did not directly answer the prince's words, but asked back.

"The day after tomorrow?" Prince Wang scratched his head in a daze. After thinking for a while, he explored in an uncertain tone: "The day after tomorrow is June 7, 2015, May 18 of the lunar calendar. Well, it happens to be the ninth solar term Mangzeng..."

"Shut up! Who made you be in the perpetual calendar? I allowed you to go to the Internet for 2 hours a day, just to let you understand the outside world, and you have learned about dogs? The day after tomorrow is the day of the Chinese college entrance examination. You don't even know such an important day?" The old man suddenly interrupted the boy's words in anger.

"Huh? College Entrance Examination?" Prince Wang ignored the old man's rage, looked dazed, and then said in a confused manner: "But what is the important thing about the college entrance examination? What does it have to do with me?"

Indeed, for a young man who has not been to school for a day, spends his time cutting trees on the mountain every day, and then goes home to chop firewood, he really doesn't know what the college entrance examination means to him. Speaking of which, he doesn't even know what the meaning of chop firewood every day is to him. In fact, over the past ten years, he has chopped countless firewood, but he has used very little.

There is basically no fire in the dilapidated hut. However, when it’s time to cook, some smoke will come out of the chimney, but even he himself doesn’t know where the smoke comes from.

The firewood he chopped neatly and was distributed to the residents of the entire village by the old man's arrangement. After all, no one here uses liquefied gas, and most of them are left-behind elderly people. These firewood may save a lot of trouble from these old people.

Prince Wang naturally questioned the old man why he could not go to a mountain village primary school like other children thirty miles away. However, the old man said, "You are a child you picked up, how can you be like other children?" and he fooled it.

This answer is obviously a perfunctory, but Prince Wang was still young and didn't understand these things at that time. When he grew up, he got used to this kind of life. Although some people once mentioned that Prince Wang should go to school, the old man took the title of a cultural person in the village, and his level seemed to be no worse than that of the teachers in rural primary schools. So everyone thought that the old man was educating his grandson himself, so naturally he didn't say much.

What's more, in this completely closed mountain village and this era of looking at the face, how many children can change their destiny through simple mountain village primary schools? So the life of Prince Wang in the past 17 years can definitely be described as tragedy. He has never even had a hot meal. Three capsule-sized particles every day are his three meals. But who would have thought that Prince Wang, who was raised like this, could look so strong and well-developed?
Chapter completed!