technical type

Awe, killing.

Subtly, what changes are happening, and gradually become huge, but Ji Mo can't get a glimpse of the whole picture. This city is still too far away from the center. Similarly, those aftermath waves rippling here, the ripples are shallow , I can't see any clues.

"A city like this was considered a mighty city back then."

Someone commented like this, in an arrogant tone.

Ji Mo heard it harshly, the facts are the facts, but the contempt implied in the words is really annoying. In the same situation, can he do better?

Maybe, it is possible.

A new town is being built nearby.

As soon as the news spread, there was a lot of discussion in the city. Many people were curious about the new terms in the mouth of those outsiders, and many people saw more opportunities.

The countless opportunities that a new city brings.

The location of the new city is not here, which makes Ji Mo feel relieved. At least it is not to overthrow the city. The exam is not considered to be terminated, but the place where the new city is located is not far from here. Ji Mo can see what they are doing from standing on the city wall. The chosen place is deeper into the grassland, more flat and vast.

He can only stand here and look at the distance, and cannot go to the construction site to find out.

"Ugh……"

[Please select the time, 5000 years, 6000 years, 7000 years, 8000 years...]

"5000."

At the last moment, Ji Mo was standing on the city wall. At this moment, what he saw was also the scenery on the city wall. In the direction of the new city in the distance, he could see a lot of bustle and bustling traffic. There was a "silence".

There are obviously fewer people in this city. The sun is shining brightly, and there are few pedestrians who are still walking, and the mobile commercial vehicles that come and go. A more convenient trolley, with a glass cover, four wheels, and the kind that can be turned, can be pushed and walked, which is very convenient.

The cows, horses and livestock used for transportation also disappeared, and they became vehicles similar to tricycles or bicycles. The style and model were still somewhat different from what Ji Mo was familiar with, but the functions were the same.

Technology has advanced?

Is it so obvious?

Ji Mo was a little surprised, because the level of technology accumulated to a certain level really started to change with each passing day, so that this thousand-year interval seemed to be on some kind of fast lane, so fast that people couldn't catch it.

It seems that one second is still a primitive society, and the next second is an interstellar immigration. It has become too fast and too big, making people feel at a loss.

This feeling is only available to Ji Mo.

People who live here are very used to it. Before they know it, they get used to getting water from the pipe, they get used to pulling the electric light without knowing it, they get used to the bicycle that they can walk on without knowing it...they don’t think there is anything wrong with it. The problem is like their clothes that have changed without knowing it.

There is still an emperor, there is still a court, the only thing that has changed is the level of technology.

Ji Mo saw that the policemen were already equipped with matchlock guns, and they were wielding swords and guns at the same time. It was a bit weird, but fortunately, they didn't have to drag a long braid or other cumbersome things, and the hair under the hat Half length is not short, and some are directly tied low, like the long ponytail of an art student.

Some were directly tied into the hats, perhaps the kind of small buns that could be worn with hair crowns.

Pedestrians walking on the road, regardless of men and women, can't judge their gender by the length of their hair. Ji Mo also saw a woman with short hair, wrapped her head with a cloth scarf, as if some kind of new fashion, adorned some hairpin flowers on the cloth scarf , the hanging cloth towel is elegant and soft, still the softness of the daughter's home.

There are more traces of the stone tablet being eroded by wind and rain, just like the old colors on those buildings, they are all imprints left by time.

The police posted a new notice on the notice board, and the notice board inside the glass window also changed its appearance, like the bulletin board with newspapers always on the side of the door of some units.

Someone tried the sound with a loudspeaker, and began to preach loudly that it was an immigration order.

The government issued an order that all people should be moved to the new city. They did not say what would happen to the old city, but judging by the order, those who remained in the city might have to leave.

"I won't leave, I won't leave even if I die, and I will die in my house."

Some old people stubbornly declared.

"It's still convenient in the new city, and many things here are hard to get..."

Some people said that the solid city wall hindered development, the foundation was solid, and it was not easy to drill holes underneath, and the same wires had to cross the top of the city wall, so that it was messy, like a spider web.

The extra telephone poles are even more of a hindrance. When I look up, the sky I see is drawn with lines, which is really annoying.

As the new town develops better, many businessmen also move to the new town. The performance of the shops that are still here is getting worse and worse, and some of them just move away.

The rest of them still live here because their family business is here and they are reluctant to leave.

"Everyone has moved away, will the old city be abandoned, or..."

Ji Mo couldn't figure out what the government's order meant. He looked at the notice board again and again, and most of the recent notices were relocation orders. From this, he inferred that the imperial court was expanding its territory. Need more people to relocate?Or is it emptying the city, tearing it down and rebuilding?

There are no clues, too many changes this millennium to contemplate what further developments might be like.

He went to the tea house again, and what he heard was not those old stories, but some topics about current events. A certain big businessman surnamed Wang built a city in Suizi, and he said that he would give away a house and some fields if he moved there.

Someone asked where Sui Zi was, and the storyteller pointed out in one direction, saying that he was driving there, and he would be there in three hours.

The road to and from here is already being built, but it is built to that new city, not this city. In a word, it is too inconvenient to be blocked by the city wall.

That new city is the real city that never sleeps. Even the city walls are omitted, the roads extend in all directions, and there are caravans coming and going day and night, which is the real prosperity.

"The city wall here is probably going to be demolished."

Some people speculate that they have all seen the benefits of not having a city wall, and they don't think there is any need for such a city wall to resist foreign enemies.

The former barbarians are now estimated to have become ordinary foreigners who can do business.

"The city wall is not easy to demolish. It is estimated that the house will be demolished and converted into a warehouse."

You looked at the enlightened old man speaking with confidence.

"It's possible."

Some people agree with the statement that the warehouse, even if it is simply used as a granary, there is no problem.

Listening to their discussion, Ji Mo frowned unconsciously. If it was really converted into a warehouse, the city would no longer be complete. Does it still have the meaning of being an examination work?

A builder, you can't be a builder if you build a city wall.

Only the city wall is left, what percentage of the city is it?

If the percentage is too small, the exam must be over.

Thinking of this, Ji Mo walked around the city again, and this time he looked again, and found that there were really very few old buildings, and there were not many buildings that were constantly being replaced every time he looked at them, and many styles still remained. There hasn't been much change, but when you look at it carefully, you find that there are really very few old and small ones left.

If a building is replaced [-]% at a time, after ten times of replacement, can it still be said to be the same building as before?

I'm afraid it will be counted as a new building.

It's like a book, all the words have been eaten away by moths, even if there are no tattered pages left, the book is not preserved.

"I'm afraid that's it."

Under this kind of understanding, looking at every old dilapidated building that is still preserved, there is a different state of mind. Against the backdrop of those new buildings, these are like dust that should have been swept into history. , no more value.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the mottled wall, and most of the words on the stone tablet have been worn away. The remaining ones, a few scattered words, are still remembering the moment that belongs to history, and for many people, these are already Does not have any meaning.

Outdated, old, and rotten things, those things that will eventually melt into the dust and fall to the ground, can no longer grow taller.

Seeing through the respect brought by that level of knowledge, construction engineers, that is, construction engineers, do need higher knowledge to be competent, but they lack the unique sense of mystery. It seems that anyone who has learned those things can do it. , anyone can.

"Forever."

He never followed the development of the times of this world, and now, even if Ji Mo's knowledge has not been forgotten, he dare not say that if he is asked to be a builder, he will be able to guide those craftsmen to do big projects.

What remains unchanged is not necessarily good. The old things that are treasured in the box and can no longer exert their value, no matter how well preserved they are, they are just historical pictures of that moment and are no longer applicable to the current era.

It may be a pity to lose it, but it will not cause a greater loss.

"Ugh--"

Sighing again, the last glance in my sight is the bird's-eye view of the city. The old and new buildings bring about the fading yellow of the afterglow. Some things seem to have never changed, and they seem to have changed beyond recognition. .

Is the wall getting shorter?

No, our sight is higher.

Falling back into the body again from the sky, the soul felt the confinement of the body, a kind of bondage, with intense pain and unbearable dizziness, Ji Mo couldn't help but fell down, supported his arms, and could hear To the crisp bone cracking sound.

There is a strong smell of stone powder in the smoke and dust, like being in hell.

"Old man, get up!"

A supervisor yelled and cursed impatiently and kicked him. This kick was not heavy, but it was the last straw. Ji Mo couldn't hold it anymore.

The dust coming from his nostrils seemed to turn into billowing yellow sand and drown him.

At the last moment, he grinned at the corner of his lips, and it was a smile.

So far in this life, no regrets.