Waste Strong Foundation

The new season of "Archaeology in Progress" is playing on the TV.

Hu Yang put the dark red cinnabar bracelet back into the gift box, "Who gave it to you? And carved a fat monkey to ward off evil spirits?"

Zhao Xiaoyan poked her head out of the kitchen with a pot of blood left over from blanched pork ribs, "I bought it when I was traveling at work. What's wrong? Do you have any comments?"

Hu Yang: "No problem! Mom, cook pork rib soup later, don't give me all the oil that floats up!"

Father Hu looked at the boy sitting on the bay window playing tablet games, pointed at the back of Hu Yang's head, and said in a low voice: "The scar on my stomach hasn't healed yet, so I drove to Changzhou to pay the bill, you should hide quickly... Yang Yang, is this kid really going to stay with us?"

Father Hu officially retired this spring, and usually has nothing to do.

It's just that there is a young man with amnesia at home, he has to be taken care of carefully, and it is not convenient to go out for a walk at any time.

The boy turned his head sharply.

The hair that covered the eyes and neck was taken by Hu Yang to the barber shop to be shaved.

Hu Yang thought of the days when he and the boy lived together in the research center last month, and he felt a little bit of sharing weal and woe, and said:

"I didn't mention you. Don't worry, I don't have any good qualities, I'm just kind and righteous—Dad! What are you laughing at!

"I told Xiao Shi that they will take you back for a review every month. Usually, you can eat, sleep and watch TV at your brother Hu's house, and wait until you have mastered the common sense of life, basic arithmetic, and so on. Brother, see if you can send it to me. You go back to school."

Hu's father patted his thigh, "That's a good word. Don't let your parents regret coming to the door one day, saying that we have delayed his precious son."

Hu Yang: "That's that. Tomorrow I'm going on a business trip to Hangzhou, and I'll take him to the institution to test his learning level after receiving the bill."

After the teenager woke up from the hospital, his cognition of the world became a blank sheet of paper.

He relies on Brother Hu, who sells saw blades for a living, and trusts the hospitable Hu family, but there is always some estrangement and prejudice in his heart.

Especially when Hu Yang was away for work, there was a sharp and sour voice in his ear that kept urging him to escape.

What was he like?

Are you studying?Do you have any friends?Are you loved by your parents?

Why did she appear alone in a maternal and child health hospital in a strange city?

He doesn't remember anything.

Boy: "Brother Hu, is it expensive to study? Brother Shi Ke said that I am already an adult, so..."

Hu Yang scratched his cheek, "Stop watching messy TV series in the future, where did you hear that? It's expensive to send a child to a prestigious school to study for a Ph. , do you know what your Brother Hu does?"

"A seller of saw blades."

"You unlucky child! Uh, I'm not wrong. I think you probably did the same thing before you lost your memory, so you don't take human life seriously."

"What about me?"

"Keyboard man, complaining about looking down on people and talking dirty. I am in charge of the domestic sales of saw blades in the entire South China region of the company, and there are always [-] to [-] million yuan every year. If I hadn't met you that day, The orders of two big customers in Nanjing have already been signed."

The boy nodded silently in surprise.

Hu Yang showed hesitation on his face, thinking that it would not be good to talk about money and business in front of a child who had just recovered to about ten years old. When thinking for a long time to finalize an idea.

The two of them are considered "deadly" friendship.

He didn't care how the research center determined the teenager's motivation and the cause of his amnesia.

As a compatriot living on the same land, what he can do is to help the little keyboard man learn to be a positive and sunny person.

Hu Yang did what he said, and took out his mobile phone to send Xiao Shi a WeChat message.

Xiao Shi said that he would ask the director for instructions to reply him later, cut off the backstage and adjusted his tie with the front camera, and walked quickly to the third conference hall.

Recently, Mr. F from the production team of "Waste" made a major discovery in the first batch of medical materials handed over to the research center.

This far exceeded the psychological expectations of the provincial hospital expert team.

A secret academic seminar that has attracted widespread attention from the industry is about to begin.

Dr. Shi Ke reported to the research institute after graduation. He always felt that something was missing, but now the opportunity to show his talents seems to be here.

the other side.

The salt pond was still immersed in the joy of the harvest. After measuring and calculating, Fei Mingqiu finalized the dredging plan for the surrounding rivers of the salt pond.

Local materials are used, the level of science and technology is limited, large-scale flood control projects are purely whimsical, and several small dams can still be built.

Because the Yellow River has been the most difficult river to manage since ancient times, it is easy to silt up and change its course, so Fei Mingqiu wanted to follow the practice of the ancients to divert the canals.

He delineated two dike building areas upstream and downstream of the river around Yanchi.

As the auspicious omen of Phoenix's present life fades day by day and the rainstorm returns, he leads the players to dig artificial lakes as reservoirs in places with abundant water systems.

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As soon as the closed beta version was launched, players immediately used slang words, saying that it was a part-time job in hell.

This... is not a lie.

Fei Mingqiu was afraid that the players would find the task too hard, so he launched a variety of rewards for online time, which was equivalent to hanging a bunch of carrots in front of him. Some players originally only played for two or three hours a day, but affected by the atmosphere, they voluntarily joined the game for six hours a day. Rows of stakes.

Hmm... at least from the perspective of Shang Yuan, one of the "masterminds" who designed the event rewards, it was purely voluntary.

Players have to go to school and work during the day, which leads to a surge in the number of people queuing into the game in the middle of the night.

Fei Mingqiu, under the pressure of his heart, increased the maximum number of simultaneous online users by three hundred or five hundred a day, and finally increased to 1 people.

Half of the debt repayment task requirements are completed ahead of schedule.

In addition, the special players sent to "Trash" by director Shen Yingmin twice played an important role in this new version.

A group of young people in their 20s don't know how to build dams. It is not bad to complete 70% of the auxiliary instructions given by Alpha.

The four veteran experts and comrades in water conservancy couldn't stand it anymore, and gave advice in person.What a surprise.

Soon, on the day when the player successfully diverted the water from the Yellow River into the artificial lake——

Zhu Yun, who was in charge of the weaving workshop after being freed from slavery, gave birth to a thin baby girl.

The flood brought disease and death, and the natives of Yanchi had not heard the sound of new life for a long time.

The baby was born at [-]:[-] in the morning.

Fei Mingqiu didn't know it at all. When he got up in the morning, he saw Shang Yuan leaning on the table smoking, pointed to the eggs on the table, "Breakfast?"

The wild eggs are small, and the shells are washed and painted a ochre-red color.

Shang Yuan said that this is a good thing. The player proposed to make the wedding eggs. All the eggs, regardless of the bird eggs, were put into the pot and shared with everyone to eat.

Fei Mingqiu snorted.

After asking about the situation of Zhu Yun and the baby, he took an egg in his hand and went to the kitchen to pour water.

Shang Yuan leaned against the table and smoked, his dark green pajama pants were casually rolled up, so loose that no muscle lines of his legs could be seen.

After Fei Mingqiu drank two cups of hot water, he squatted down to look for a bowl of porridge.

He suddenly noticed something, turned around in a daze, almost fell on the synthetic floor of the kitchen, looked up and saw Shang Yuan fumbling sideways for the cigarette case.

The man who had just smoked a small half of a cigarette was thrown into the glazed pottery dish casually, and extinguished with a puff while soaking in water.

Ten steps away, the slight sound of shaking the empty cigarette case still reached Fei Mingqiu's ears very clearly.

It was hard for Fei Mingqiu not to think of some harmonious whispers and images of being heard immediately after publishing, his forehead and wrists were visibly flushed with the naked eye.

He stood up, subconsciously glanced at the clean cooking table in the kitchen, and accused:

"Since you don't have much smoke, you'll want to save a little in the future! Otherwise I have reason to suspect that you haven't tried to control your condition at all."

The accusation is rather feeble.

Considering various interests, especially the NPC image in the minds of players, he accidentally went to the other extreme.

To put it simply, every move is more gentle and simple.

He felt that this was his usual disguise and his superb acting, but he didn't know that this character was the profile of his soul.

Gentleness and innocence are the weakest resistance in the face of desire, eroticism and love.

Shang Yuan is in a particularly good mood.

He put the empty cigarette case on the table, strode into the kitchen, watched the young man step back step by step, amused, and said frankly:

"No more smoke."

Fei Mingqiu's pupils trembled: "???"

Shang Yuan repeated patiently: "No more. That is the last one. If there is one, I will save a little."

He almost badly imitated the young man's sentences and tone, in exchange for a confused Fei Mingqiu.

#How to save yourself（｀Д′*）

#how can there be no more

#Is it too late to separate from someone now?