Rebirth 2009: Synthetic God

The waxed pig head that was originally thought to be used for sacrifice turned out to be something that Old Man Mi prepared to eat for himself. It was his birthday today. new

Fifty-year-old Xiao Liu was very nimble with his hands and feet. Not long after he entered the kitchen to work, several delicacies were brought out.

Old Man Mi was still angry. He picked up the cast iron teapot and took a sip directly from mouth to mouth.

Zhou Rui silently glanced at his tea cup

Putting down the teapot, Old Man Mi relaxed slightly when he looked at Zhou Rui and Tong Xin.

"Xiao Zhou, do our current weapons and equipment surpass those of the Americans?"

Zhou Rui thought for a while and finally said: "From a technical point of view, except for the ship field, everything else is not much different, and there are even some that surpass it. Our thinking is very clear, and the things that control the lifeblood will be developed first."

Missiles, fighter planes, radars, etc. have all achieved varying degrees of technological leadership.

"But in terms of total quantity and stock, especially conventional forces, they cannot compare. After all, they have more than 300 military bases around the world and have troops stationed in 140 countries."

Old Man Mi angrily said: "The Yankees are still determined to be imperialists. They want to colonize the people of the world."

Zhou Rui sandwiched a piece of the so-called "Panyang Cured Pig Head". It tasted pretty good, with a rich aroma of oil but not that greasy. The taste was also very special, soft and tender with a little toughness mixed in.

He spoke eloquently: "From a historical perspective, the achievement of imperialism is the first step towards the collapse of imperialism. There is still a long way to go."

Old Man Mi felt a little regretful: "It's a pity that I may not be able to see it anymore. I still don't live long enough."

Zhou Rui: "It's okay. I will come back to burn incense and tell you later."

Old Man Mi laughed: "Okay, okay! It's agreed! But I don't believe in ghosts and ghosts, so you can carve the words on the back of my tablet!"

Fifty-year-old Xiao Liu made several cups of rice wine and gave each person one cup.

"Boss, this is just one cup. Xiao Zhou, you and your wife can have any limit. New"

Tong Xin blushed and argued: "Not my wife"

Old Man Mi asked curiously: "What is she if she's not my wife?"

Tong Xin lowered her head to pick up the food and whispered, "Classmate, we are classmates in high school."

The few people temporarily forgot about the visitors outside the door, and started chatting all over the place.

For example, how to use shell holes to ambush the enemy, and how to dig trenches in the safest way.

From the advantages and disadvantages of American equipment to the weak points of Japanese traitors and traitors.

"During the day, Xiao Zhou, you are jealous of my plaque. Don't you have a plaque for your national defense science and technology badge?"

Zhou Rui said with a smile: "Originally, there weren't any, but my family already has two plaques saying 'Be Brave for Righteousness', so I asked them to get another one. When the time comes, my family will learn from you and hang it up to make it look impressive."

"You acted bravely? Tell me what happened?"

After hearing about Zhou Rui's story of saving nearly 40 people on a bus, destroying a trafficker's den, and saving seven or eight children, Mr. Mi slapped his thigh and applauded.

"Okay, okay"

Tong Xin also looked at Zhou Rui with admiration. Although she was familiar with these things, she felt that Zhou Rui was shining every time she heard them.

Old Man Mi listened happily and wanted to find a glass of wine, but he had already finished his own glass.

Xiao Liu silently hid the wine bottle.

Old man Mi suddenly said:

"Xiao Zhou, after I leave, these plaques will be meaningless. That's it for the Mi family. Leave your contact information and I will ask Xiao Liu to send you all these plaques. You can build a higher one at your house. Tower! Nine floors!"

As he spoke, Mr. Mi wiped away his tears: "There are successors. If there are successors and there are such outstanding young people, these plaques are worth it."

Inheritance is sometimes not limited to bloodline.

It can also be spiritual.

Wiping away his turbid tears, Old Man Mi said:

"Okay, I won't hold you back anymore. You can go. There is a tunnel in the backyard. You can go back. As for your friend, don't let them bother me anymore. I won't see anyone."

Zhou Rui: Authentic? What the hell?

When you come, you go through the main gate, when you leave, you go through the tunnel.

I don’t know if it was left behind in the past or because Old Man Mi was prepared for danger in times of peace. There was really a narrow tunnel behind the courtyard. When he got out, it was already in the wilderness outside the courtyard.

This experience is so refreshing.

Zhou Rui dusted himself off and was speechless. He might as well just climb over the wall.

Pulling Tong Xin out of the secret door, Tong Xin couldn't stand still and fell into Zhou Rui's arms, full of softness.

The two of them still had to return to the B\u0026B through the front path. Zhou Rui regretted more and more. He shouldn't have agreed to take the tunnel out of curiosity. It was completely unnecessary.

Going around to the front, I saw Mi Nengwen guarding the door, standing a little lonely on the path.

"How did you get out?"

"Secret passage."

"where?"

"Stop looking for it, it's probably locked too."

"What did Grandpa Zeng say?"

"Of course I don't want to see you, and those at the entrance of the village want you to leave quickly."

Zhou Rui patted Mi Nengwen on the shoulder and said, "If you asked me to take the lead, I would take it, but your Grandpa Zeng didn't say anything."

"To be fair, your grandfather is critically ill and wanted to have peace of mind and clear thoughts before leaving. In fact, your grandpa Zeng is the same. He just wanted to have peace of mind and clear thoughts. Only one of them can do that. Here, it’s that simple.”

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"Third brother, you are young. Don't rush to the front. My parents still need you to take care of them."

"Third brother, don't come for help. Hold back the main force of the Japs and do what you should do."

"Come on! Kill all the Japanese!"

"The Xiaomi Department ordered us to set off immediately and move to the rear."

"Comrades! Charge!"

"The parents are unfilial and the child is the only one who comes back."

"Third brother! I want to join the army too! I want to be with you!"

"No! Get back here! Who will take care of your parents if you leave!"

"I resisted the draw of Wang Mazi next door, and he promised to help me take care of my parents! Anyway, I'm already in the car!"

"Third brother, they won't let me go into battle because I'm your brother."

"I'm sorry that Mi Xiaosi died when he was bombed by a US military plane."

"My parents are unfilial and I'm the only one who's back."

Past and long-lasting memories are rolling in my mind.

Mi San is a poor boy from a sharecropping family, a wild boy who hangs out in the mountains and fields, the third eldest child in the family who is named randomly, wearing a treasured old military uniform, standing in front of the ancestral hall without saying a word for a long time.

After nearly a century, his hatred, his sadness, and his ideals all seemed to be no longer important.

Only a few weathered plaques are left, slowly withering away.

"Father, what age are we now, and you still have those old-fashioned ideas!"

"Our whole family immigrated to the United States to bring you happiness."

"Get out! Get out of here! Have you ever had a really hard time?"

"The days are getting better and better, but your complaints are getting more and more. The money is earned here, the food is eaten here. Pick up the bowl to eat, and put down the bowl to curse!"

"I'm old and can't control you. You kowtow to your uncle, second uncle, and fourth uncle here. We have nothing to do with you from now on. You can do whatever you like! It has nothing to do with me!"

"Okay, okay, you guys really dare to knock me, you guys really dare to knock me! You all have to leave, right? Let's all leave, and leave cleanly."

Some people say he is stubborn and some say he is stubborn, including his son and grandson.

But when people live a long time, do they have to forget it?

Mi San took out a tablet from the wooden box on the side, which was prepared for himself in advance.

He carved the crooked characters himself on the back.

"Live in poverty, die in poverty"

This sign will have to be put up sooner or later.

And the moment it is put up, it also means the end of the Mi family, and no one is qualified to come to worship and offer incense again.

So this is a card that does exist but is meaningless.

He was actually looking forward to the day when he would use it.

That way, it can be done cleanly and come to an end.

Xiao Liu stood outside the door at some point, looking at the leader's back in old military uniform, and felt uncomfortable.

"The leader, Uncle Wang at the entrance of the village, said that the police persuaded those people to leave."

Mi San nodded: "You're not too young, so go to bed early."

Xiao Liu said: "While eating, you said that from now on the plaques will be sent to Xiao Zhou. Is that true?"

Mi San said: "Of course it's true. Please help me deal with it and don't let those people take it away."

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