"Brother, I want to talk about something." Fu Lintao rubbed his hands and said, "After a while, we will go to big cities to explore. Can we bring Wu Zhenyu with us? My talent is relatively limited, and it is difficult to cultivate spiritual energy. It is good to be able to achieve a copper 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 felt thoughtful and frowned.

Fu Lintao hurriedly said, "I think this person is quite pitiful and has some talent. It's okay to use it as a thug."

He was a little expectant.

It’s not because of sympathy that there are so many poor people in the world, so where can I save them?

But...they both had a common experience, and both squatted in the Xisou for a while; they were both rescued by Zhou Yi; now they are willing to turn back to the right.

But the ending is very different.

Fu Lintao has a rich father. No matter what, he doesn't have to worry about the future. He can't starve to death. Even if he is in prison, he will not be looked down upon.

Dignity and other things don’t care so much. Money is omnipotent, but money is absolutely impossible.

But Wu Zhenyu has a fool's father who has nothing to do and has to make a living by himself. When he returns to his hometown, he will be discredited, and it is impossible for him to go to work in the factory in the past.

This is the gap, the natural gap.

Fu Lintao's previous circle had many such bad boys. Unlucky families each had their own misfortunes, but they often had two common points: the first was poverty, and the second was that there was no hope.

There are many people who have good intentions, but the environment makes them distorted. If they fall, they will never return.

A prodigal son turns back and doesn't change gold, and this kind of person is less than gold.

Since Fu Lintao has not been involved in the previous circle, he is a little reluctant to see anyone jumping in, especially Wu Zhenyu has turned around.

He himself has the feeling of "a prodigal son turning back", and I believe Wu Zhenyu himself has it. If he cultivates spiritual energy, his progress should be good.

"You are kind-hearted. Wu Zhenyu is really okay. He has worked hard to transform this month. You can give him a chance to see if he wants to." Zhou Yi said, "You go and talk to him yourself, if you don't want to."

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

Of course, it is impossible to reduce the sentence, because Wu Zhenyu will be released soon after his sentence.

Anyway, he performed well.

"You know each other?"

"I know, of course, I have had a fight in Xisouli and was hungry for a day."

Zhou Yi laughed: "Okay, then I'll find a chance and I'll bring you in."

...

After dinner, before seven o'clock, Zhou Yi could not resist the deep sleepiness and fell on the bed again, causing a nightmare...

...

It's already April.

The fragrance of the world is over in April, the weather gradually warms up, and the buds climb to the branches.

Spring is a season full of hope. Snow melts quietly in the spring light, and streams flow in the spring.

The sky is as blue as if it has been cleaned again. The clouds are no longer permeated, but dotted on the blue sky one by one.

However, on this day, something big happened to the entire Daxia Alliance!

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

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

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

Remote and unknown means great risks.

But no matter what, people from the Western Continent cannot get the first to climb and dig up the ancestral tombs of their ancestors.

The relevant manual selection has also been completed. The entire alliance has drawn 1,489 masters, and there are more than 3,600 professional soldiers, three professional large transport ships, and six 10,000-ton destroyers.

In such a big alliance, this little manpower transfer will not hurt the body, but it is also very formal.

The leader is a master-level master who is ascetic, Mr. Zhang Haoran.

"Mr. Zhang, I'm sorry for you this time." Zhao Qingfeng, then president of the board of directors, bowed slightly to the thin old man.

The ascetic flow in the north of the sky, the raging mountain flow in the south of the sky, the star-gazing courtyard in the east of the sky, the organ city in the west of the sky, and the four pillars of the entire Daxia Alliance.

And Zhang Haoran alone is half as good as the hell of asceticism.

He is known as the "closeest saint in the world" master.

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

Zhang Haoran smiled, his gray beard trembled, and said, "Xiao Zhao, don't worry. If you can't beat it, just escape. What era is it, and we won't be wiped out like before."

Zhao Qingfeng was not surprised, but just smiled. As strong as Lao Zhang, he could only make such promises, but this was already the limit.

"If you can't beat it, just run back. Just kill a few less people."

Everyone boarded the transport ship. At this time, many reporters came on stage. In front of the camera, Zhang Haoran's profession changed and became a famous archaeologist and a well-known scholar who often appeared in front of 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 of discovering any big news?"

"The history of our Eastern Continent has not been clarified for nearly three thousand years. Why do we need to dig out a more distant history?"

"Mr. Zhang, when is it expected to come back?"

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

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 need to do is to pursue the final truth. This is also the significance of archaeology."

"Where are ancestors thousands of years ago?"

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

"For some reason, our ancestors gave up that land and moved to this continent under our feet."

Zhang Haoran sighed in his heart.

Some things cannot be disclosed.
Chapter completed!