Cities: Start from Controlling Destiny

"Songtian, our Ma family is really a ancestor... our ancestors have accumulated virtue..."

After listening to Ma Songtian's mysterious description of the village chief, Ma Guangzong's deep eyeballs showed both surprise and joy.

A person who has lived for nearly a century and has come all the way from the old society, Ma Guangzong definitely believes in Feng Shui and fortune telling.

When I was young, I heard many stories with mythological colors, but I didn’t expect it to happen to me today. It’s really God’s help!
"Come... Songtian, help me up."

Ma Guangzong lifted the quilt covering his body, and supported the bed board with his right hand with a layer of dry skin hanging, his body tremblingly stood upright, and he was trying to stand up.

"Dad, what are you busy with? It's not just that your health is getting better. You should rest more."

Ma Songtian was so frightened that his face turned pale, he quickly reached out to help him, and his grandson Ma Sanshun was also busy persuading him,

"Yes, Grandpa, what are you going to do?"

"Foolishness!"

Old Man Ma scolded loudly, "I have been sleeping for more than [-] years, and I have already made my name with Lord Yan."

"Now there are gods looking after our Ma family, why are you still standing there? Why don't you quickly help me beside the computer."

These two sons of bastards, it's a good thing for me to be bad!

Ma Guangzong was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, like an old urchin playing with his temper.

Ma Songtian was beaten all the way by his father with a stick since he was a child, and he was almost scared to death with just one look.

He didn't dare to be negligent in the slightest,

"go--"

"Turn on the computer, and I'll help your grandpa."

Ma Songtian kicked it directly, and Ma Sanshun staggered and nearly tripped, crawling on the floor towards the computer desk.

An old-fashioned computer with an old-fashioned windowXP system interface.

Ma Sanshun pulled the chair away, and also cleaned the desktop equipment sensibly.

The scene was like an eunuch supporting Lafayette, Ma Songtian was supporting Mr. Ma, and the two walked tremblingly for nearly a minute just a few meters away.

After Ma Guangzong sat down safely, he opened the internal mailbox of the Ma family. At this time, the number of unread emails in it showed one.

Seeing this, Ma Songtian on the side was deeply relieved. If there was no invitation to enter the village from the village head in the mailbox, then he would definitely be repaired by the old man who just walked from the gate of hell tonight.

Mr. Ma was sitting upright, took out a clean white handkerchief from the drawer, and wiped his hands twice before he calmed down, took the mouse and slowly moved the cursor to open the mailbox.

"Den-"

Mail is open!

"【Congratulations, through the unanimous decision of the village committee of Heishhou Village, you are officially invited to become No. 00101 villager of Heishhou Village!】"

"Accept, please scan the QR code below to download the app, and officially go through the formalities of entering the village, best wishes!"

"Village chief!"

Ma Songtian and Ma Sanshun squatted behind the chairs, staring at the screen, and smiled when they saw the word "Congratulations".

"It's done! Dad, hurry up and scan the QR code to download, go in and handle it!" Ma Songtian urged excitedly, his voice steadily raised a few octaves.

"That's right, Grandpa, maybe there is some way to get the wish of the tree hole again, and then it will be the Ma family's life-saving talisman." Ma Sanshun chimed in, also excitedly gearing up.

"What are you arguing about? Don't make any noise without my order."

Ma Guangzong scolded angrily, and the room could hear a needle drop again.

The other side slowly took out the phone, jumped to the page, got a download task, and soon the app was successfully installed autonomously.

A new application icon will appear on the interface.

【Black Hand Village】

I saw this pattern, with a thick black background, and a palm in the center of the bright circle, with a silver galaxy floating in the palm, which has the potential to swallow up the world.

At this moment, in an apartment dozens of kilometers away, Lin Qin's room was brightly lit.

Once the link to the Black Hand Village app is downloaded, the deployed service will push a text message to his mobile phone to remind him.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, his hands reached for the keyboard, and he quickly typed commands on the terminal window.

The first sheep is finally going into the sheepfold!
Lines of bytes began to shake rapidly, and the services supported by the underlying layer began to be deployed...

Black Hand Village app is officially launched!
Ma Guangzong tapped the [Black Hand Village] icon on the interface with his thin index finger tremblingly, and the point changed from point to surface, and then the scene inside opened up completely.

Compared with the depressive style of the icon, the scenes in the application are very relaxed and comfortable, very much like Tao Yuanming's paradise, with colorful fallen flowers and a winding stream running through it.

The most eye-catching one is a towering banyan tree on the plaque at the entrance of the village. It seems that a woodpecker has pecked out a big hole in the tree, and rainbow-colored bubbles float into the sky in the hole.

Every bubble can see the description, and one of them belongs to their Ma family.

"[No. 00101 villager's tree hole wish has been fulfilled]: Give life."

When seeing this bubble, the atmosphere in the master room of Tianlu Villa instantly became serious.

This undoubtedly reminded them again that it was this mysterious village and the mysterious village head that allowed Ma Guangzong to recover his life, otherwise the Ma family should be preparing for the funeral at this time.

"Dad, look at this tree hole bubble."

Suddenly Ma Songtian raised his hand, and pointed excitedly at a bubble that was coming out of the tree hole.

"[No. 00088 villager's tree hole wish is waiting]: 300th birthday gift."

300 years old?
Ma Guangzong's eyes shrank, and his old face showed an expression of disbelief.

"What's the matter?" Ma Sanshun also moved his head to the mobile phone screen on the desktop, and when he also saw the words 300 years old, he was taken aback.
"300th birthday gift? That's 300 years ago, which is 1719 AD."

Ma Sanshun was stunned for a moment, and then his jaw was stunned, "People from the Qing Dynasty, are they still alive?"

"Be quiet first!"

Ma Guangzong sat quietly on the chair and fell into a short thought.

As a person on the verge of death, he could feel the consciousness of death just now, as if he had fallen into an abyss, completely unconscious, and a warm light surged up behind him, and he slowly Wake him up.

"The descendants of the Ma family, listen to the family training!"

He slammed the table and stood up straight. He even straightened his back, as if he had returned from his youthful travels.

Hearing this order, Ma Songtian and Ma Sanshun retreated to the back of the chair and knelt on the ground like a conditioned reflex.

"Today, we will add another one to the Ma family's family motto!"

"For the matter of the village, if you don't leave the house, the descendants of future generations, who speak nonsense, will not be released to the family. If you don't discipline them from now on, they are not my descendants!"

Ma Guangzong finished speaking in one breath, his voice was hoarse, and his entire neck was flushed.

"The descendants of the Ma family will remember." Ma Songtian and Ma Sanshun replied in unison.