Chapter 59 The remaining echoes of the old era

The night was dark and windy, and the spire of the tall tower was pierced by the white and black night clouds.

The brilliant lights symbolizing the civilized administrative center penetrated the foggy clouds and illuminated the city. The hazy beauty passed through the window of the sword holder's office piece by piece.

Tuk-tuk-tuk.

There was a knock on the office door, and Tu Lan opened it without waiting for an answer.

"Hey~ Tu Lan, you're still working."

Tu Lan looked up at the big ball of light and continued working at his desk. "I would be very touched if Mr. Gudu, the leisurely man, could bring me a midnight snack."

"Your laid-back Master Gudu will conjure up three dishes and one soup for you."

Wang Hao floated to the table and waved his hand. The hot food immediately covered the work screen and looked at her with a smile.

Workers are still working overtime at night, and they are not capitalists, so they should reward their subordinates anyway.

"Chives and tonkotsu soup, sweet and sour dragon seeds, unknown sashimi, tofu and bamboo shoots, try them, my Miss Sword Holder."

A sumptuous late-night snack is placed in front of you, the rice is fragrant, the thick soup is lying between the ribs and meat, and the crystal-clear dragon seeds are shining brightly under the light.

Tu Lan stopped swiping his finger across the screen, subconsciously moistened the corners of his mouth, and his eyes drifted between the screen and the food.

Fragrances penetrate your sensitive sense of smell.

How about getting off work today...but the work for next month has not been finished in advance.

"Eat, eat, why don't you eat." A voice from the side sounded like a meal reminder, breaking the last line of defense in my heart.

Tu Lan no longer hesitated when the commander's order to cook came. He tapped the desktop with his small hand to save the work progress and exited the office mode.

"Then I won't be polite."

Seeing her lowering her head and starting to eat, Wang Hao happily walked behind her and touched her head.

This has almost become his special hobby. Just like when he encounters a kitten or puppy on the roadside, he would like to stroke it. When he picks up the phone, he wants to scratch it. When he touches his finger, he wants to... cross it out.

Tu Lan noticed the touch on her head and her body froze for a moment.

"Master Gudu, do you like hair very much? How about I grow my hair?"

Wang Hao carefully looked at Tu Lan's short, shoulder-length hair and said that it was not long but not short either. It was very sassy.

Many people say they don't like short hair, but in fact they just don't like ugly ones.

As a senior veteran, he knows that the essence of XP is beauty! And beauty never depends on a single attribute. It affects the whole body. No matter whether you have long or short hair, the right clothes can always make people feel happy.

.

"I like it very much. I don't need long hair. I don't care about it."

She coolly rejected Tu Lan's idea and secretly shook her head while imagining what Tu Lan would look like with long hair.

Long hair would be much cuter, but shoulder-length hair is more suitable for her temperament.

"Oh..." Tu Lan buried her head and puffed up her cheeks. Halfway through, she asked something again. "How about that little girl with psychic powers?"

"Momo? Not bad." Wang Hao quickly replied.

Regarding psychic energy, civilization actually has relevant records.

Half a year ago, when he asked Tu Lan to pay attention to the little girl and told him the reason, Tu Lan became very interested in the existence of psychics and spent two days digging out a complete set of private files from the data room.

They are all records of suspected psychics.

Since then, Momoa's external environment has changed a lot, both overtly and covertly.

Although he ran away secretly, he was not surprised at all that his private visit was discovered. The access permissions were all official, and a record would be sent to her every time he used it. Tu Lan must have known that he had gone out for a walk.

Coincidentally, the psionic user with the thickest and most active cases in history was an emperor of a certain dynasty.

Strange experiences are like beacons in the dark night in the history of the great people of Gudu civilization.

The original history of civilization, evolution, and technological progress suddenly became magical in those ten years or so. Meteorites falling from the sky annihilated the rebels, overseas geographical discoveries, good weather for more than ten years, and the emperor's personal conquest to unify the continent...

These are still in the category of ‘normal’ and have historical basis.

If you have good luck and strong skills, it's not that you can't believe it.

The most bizarre thing is that the history books record that the emperor was shaken, the people of another big country turned against him, and the ruler was so frightened that he became an idiot on the spot.

It was obviously cheating, but Wang Hao didn't think that psykers from the indigenous period would be so strong, so it was probably an exaggeration.

The records of ancient emperors are just a piece of cake. If you really want to study psykers, you still need to find Momoa.

"I have something serious to do with her this afternoon. She has great potential, but she still has some way to go before she can take on big responsibilities." Wang Hao poked the hamster's cheek, earning a dissatisfied look.

"What about you? Why are you working so late tonight? It's not like you."

"Asking knowingly..." Tu Lan turned around unhappily when she heard this.

One morning during the production reform period, Tu Lan was still in bed, and Gudu suddenly pulled her and said that she wanted to clear out the slums because she had enough funds.

I was half asleep and didn't react for a moment. I thought he wanted to clean it physically, so I agreed on the spot with my eyes dazed.

After all, if there are enough funds, it means that there is enough money to settle this group of people. It is enough to gather force and force those stubborn elements.

Later I discovered that the kind-hearted Lord Gudu wanted to educate those people.

"The recent production reform is upgrading the equipment of Siqingzhou. The whole world is mobilizing production capacity and striving to minimize the production gap period of Guduxing Granary."

"But those people in the slums are also in Siqingzhou. It is more difficult for them to return to normal production activities in civilization."

Wang Hao nodded. Although the blame for the slums lies with the system, its existence is justified.

The slums of Gudu are a mixed bag of good and bad, most of them abandoned by the times. They are the remaining historical echoes of the pre-space age.

The common problem of the poor is not a lack of material or spiritual energy. The problem of food and clothing is picking wild fruits. The planet Gaia can also feed them. What's more, the Four Green Continents are the largest grain-producing continent in the Gudu civilization. The means of production in the public-funded society are basically

Open and intelligent Gudu people can learn whatever they want.

The real problem is that they eat too much, are highly educated, have their own ideas, and are at odds with the mainstream of society.

No matter what, this group of labor cannot be left alone.

"Sorry to trouble you." Wang Hao encouraged. "We are all Gudu people. Even if we surrender by force and forced brainwashing, we will bring them back to the 'right path'."

Tu Lan couldn't help but sigh when she saw Gu Du using the harshest tone to describe doing the kindest thing.

She is the one who does the work, and she is the one who gets scolded.

If she were the person in charge, she would be eager to get rid of all those unruly people who disobey society and love to cause trouble, but no one makes Master Gudu worry about the same kind of people.

Regretfully, he waved away his belligerent thoughts, jumped off his chair, and retrieved a piece of information from the file rack nearby.

"Well, Master Gudu, this is the composition of that group of poor people."

Reaching out to take the handed document, Wang Hao picked it up and read it quickly.

What is recorded above are all the motivations of poor people to escape mainstream society.

Some are extremely dissatisfied with the current peaceful scene on Gudu Planet and want to return to the 'glorious' society before the Unification War. They are war criminals.

Some are extreme egalitarians who cannot stand the moral ethos of "obedience and discipline" of independent civilization. They are extremists.

There are also people who are dissatisfied with the public education system and want to form a blood family. They are dissatisfied with the country’s super control over society. They don’t want to pay taxes. They are anarchists. They are pretentious middle-aged people...

All in all, it is all a matter of ideology. There are basically no people who are forced to live in slums without money or skills.

As long as it is properly controlled, a labor force of 100 million can be obtained at your fingertips.

"Sorry to trouble you, try your best to get along." Wang Hao couldn't do anything about it. Tu Lan had to do this.

"Yeah." The highlight in Tu Lan's eyes disappeared, and she drank spoonfuls of the pork rib soup, her eyes dull and obviously distracted.

Wang Haorao looked at her interestingly and took photos and screenshots from different angles.

As the hands of the electronic clock slowly approached the sleep time set by the health team for her.

Tu Lan came back to her senses, rubbed her belly, and with a belly full of water, she said goodbye and quickly left, returning to her residence along the glass corridor connecting the tower to other high-altitude buildings.

Late at night, the office ushered in silence. Wang Hao opened the second world alone and shared photos of his sword holder eating in the group chat, which made the girls jealous.

His peculiar style was overshadowed by the reason of alienation, which can be regarded as a racial inoculation in advance. Other players' human races with ocean planets as their home planets can all have some fish characteristics. What's wrong with his two-dimensional race?

This is very reasonable.

Looking up and inadvertently glancing at the place where Tu Lan was working, Wang Hao suddenly fell into some doubt.

"By the way, will the two-dimensional race be bald?"

Beautiful bald girls are subjectively repulsive, but they are inexplicably exciting.
Chapter completed!