[Group Wearing Song Dynasty] The Glory of the Sky

Just then, a small head popped out of the door.

Accompanied by the movement of his probe, the jewel hanging around his neck also dangled out, reflecting a faint light.

"Long Mu?" Liu Xi raised his head, raised his eyebrows and said, "Zhao Qingyu came here to fish, and you're not going to be the head of your communications department anymore?"

The little boy's eyes were still bright, he came over in two or three steps, and took out a small cake from his arms.

"I'll take the snacks." Liu Chan touched his soft broken hair and said, "But the communication needs to be restored as soon as possible——the radio station needs to hurry up."

"There's no need to make a radio station." Long Mu squinted his eyes like a cat, and let him continue to follow his hair: "I discussed with Grandpa, just destroy the communication device that was half made before, and start over."

"Why?" Liu Xi was a little surprised.

"Just make a signal tower." The little boy rubbed his nose and said, "My grandpa and I didn't expect Yangzhou City to run so fast, and the power distribution system could also be activated—although there is no signal tower in the city, we You can build another one."

The level of science and technology in 2030 can already allow a signal tower to radiate nearly two provinces, and at the same time it is harmless to the human body and has no side effects.

Because of this, the signal tower closest to Jiangyin Town has disappeared with the change of time and space.

Disappearing with it, there are also newly established solar farms and wind farms.

After all, the distance is a little farther away, and they have all disappeared without a trace.

"After the signal tower is established, as long as the power supply can continue, it will be able to cover the communication of the entire nearby province."

Although Long Mu looked like a lively young lady, he was still holding a kraft paper bag in his hand, which seemed a little out of place.

He smiled and put the file bag on the table, and said seriously: "Grandpa said that Jiangyin has him for everything, so don't worry—but Brother Qingyu, I have to take it back."

Liu Zi let Qingyu follow him, mainly because he needed the child's help to carry out large-scale data calculations.

There was no power supply in Yangzhou City before, so they couldn't run for a few hours with their laptops.

Zhao Qingyu won the Eurasian Cup Olympiad champion at the age of ten, and now she has almost learned calculus, and is quite handy in handling these trivial matters.

Fortunately, it took Wu Gong six or seven days to improvise a cable line with a wooden frame. He was sprayed with warning fluorescent powder and pungent dispersing spray along the way. He was also equipped with police officers to patrol every few sections. No trouble.

As soon as the cable was installed, five or six computers were moved into the temporary office, and light bulbs were hung at the door of the yamen.

Guo Di was fine, so he went under the small golden light bulb for several laps.

——What kind of baby is this?

When the officials were too busy to work overtime all night, various rumors in the city also began to ferment rapidly.

Some say that these people are bodhisattvas who came to the world to show compassion for women and children and protect women's difficulties.

Some said that these people are all shamans, and the water dragons last time were created out of thin air. Ordinary people must not offend these strange people.

Some people speculate that these people may be businessmen from the East China Sea, and there are divine beads that have been shining for a long time hanging on the door, and there are many good things hidden in the yamen!

Before these messy rumors reached Liu Xi's ears, something happened in the yamen.

It wasn't a big deal—when everyone finally finished their overtime work and went back to their houses to rest, the light bulb at the door was stolen.

The reason why it must have been stolen instead of being taken away by some birds and beasts is also very simple.

——They installed a monitor at the door.

Liu Xi looked at the figure that was unusually clear under the night vision camera, showing a dumbfounded expression.

Guo Di happened to come over on time today as an errand. As soon as the old man walked to the door, he found that the rope hanging from the light bulb had been cut.

This is amazing!

He was surprised and regretful in his heart, while thinking about how these young people hang this kind of treasure at the door for others to remember, while speeding up his pace to walk inside.

"Uncle Guo is here!" Qian Fan just came back from his patrol, and waved in his overcoat, motioning for the old man to come over and take a look at the picture on the screen.

This is the first time for Guo Di to see such a clear glass mirror—it seems that the glass mirror has been magically cast, with the shadows of other people appearing on it, and even the outlines of facial features are clear!

The old man subconsciously looked at Qian Fan again, and Qian Fan hurriedly waved his hands and said, "It's really not a fairy."

He already guessed what the old man was going to ask.

That's right, where are the gods who say that they are not gods every day.

Guo Di suppressed the wonder in his heart and looked at the things on the screen.

A man in ragged clothes poked his head out from the side of the wall in the darkness of night, looked left and right for a long time, then grabbed a small stool and tiptoed to cut the light bulb.

Fortunately, the wires next to the light bulb are covered with insulators, otherwise something may happen.

It just so happened that the man's scissors were also rusted. After twisting for a long time, they kept cutting. The light bulb at the back was not in good contact, and the light began to flicker. hand.

"You—you can see the past?"

Guo Di obviously realized that this was the case of the light bulb being stolen last night, or early this morning, and said tremblingly, "Are you all monsters?"

"What a person," Hu Fei next to him thought that the old man's focus would always be strange, and added, "Do you know who this person is?"

Guo Di didn't know him, but the little errands who usually patrol the street knew it.

When he was pulled over to have a look, he fussed like the old man for a long time, and then said: "Isn't this the four pockmarks who always go to the gambling house?"

"Grab it!"

Those four pockmarks were really pockmarks. When they were caught by the officials of the yamen, they struggled and pulled, and opened their mouths and began to howl: "You wronged a good man——killed a good person—"

The officer had long been used to dealing with this kind of ruffian, so he grabbed a rag and stuffed it into his mouth.

Guo Di thought that this thing would really embarrass Yangzhou people, so he said sharply, "Where did you hide that night pearl?!"

It's not a night pearl...it's just a five-yuan light bulb...

Hu Fei suppressed his laughter and just continued to listen to his interrogation.

That four pockmarked thought that it would be strange if you could find the evidence, that golden treasure is hidden in a bird's nest in the woods south of the city, and will be secretly sold for a big price in the future!

Although the thing was already off when it was stolen back, but if you ask a few quacks later, there must be a way to make it light up again!

Hu Fei has also been busy for too long, and it is rare to find some fun, so he just ordered someone to push him to the monitoring room and show him the video in the middle of the night.

As soon as Simazi saw his own image on the glass mirror, he could even steal clearly, and his face turned pale in an instant.

Before the official could let go of him, the scoundrel suddenly fell to his knees and kowtowed without saying a word!

It's not a fairy...

Hu Fei held back his slander and laughter, and only mixed him up with a sullen face.

Although Guo Di insisted on using some ruthless methods on this bastard to improve his memory, Hu Fei still knew what Liu Xi wanted, so he only whispered a few words.

That pockmark was afraid that the gods would cast him into Abi Hell, so how dare he not listen to him.

When he went to the nearby gambling houses and crowded places, he began to talk about his adventure in detail.

Everyone knew that this was a sneaky thing, but they had never heard of such excitement.

——This is the legendary universe mirror? !And clairvoyance, wind ear?

Mazi talked more and more vigorously, and added a lot of material according to the nonsense made by storytellers he had heard before.

So the new officials and gentlemen are all gods, and they are said to be miraculous.

In the absence of public wisdom, this atmosphere in which everyone feels that they are being strictly monitored has indeed played a great role in public security.

In the next few months, no one really dared to break the law, not even to touch a wallet.

After all, Si Mazi was the one who was taken to see Tongue Pulling Hell in person—the fairy had his Ye Mingzhu stolen, and he didn't kill him, it was to warn the world!

While the young people plunged into Yangzhou City and were busy with their own work, Mr. Long was not idle.

He knew that the construction of Yangzhou was inseparable from workers and technicians, so he directly revised the relevant laws and regulations, and held a meeting with Jiangyin town's high-level officials and key people.

The first thing to be strict is the supervision and enforcement of laws.

Whether in Yangzhou City or Jiangyin Town, even in special times, you must never do anything illegal.

Secondly, how to get along with the aborigines, and what to pay attention to when speaking and talking.

The old man has a lot of experience in doing this.

When he was young, he took a group of tribes to the remote Suvana tribe to reform in the countryside. Many customs and languages ​​of the local people are different from those in the city.

At that time, Long Hui knew how to control the masses and how to adjust the relationship between different ethnic groups.

When Liu Xun was busy planning the city, he went to Yangzhou City for a stroll, and he could vaguely see something.

The Chinese and the people of Yangzhou City are very similar - even if you have not learned the Vietnamese language in the southeast, you can roughly understand their language and carry out basic communication.

The old cadres were in charge of Jiangyin Town, and the young officials were planning how to rebuild Yangzhou City. The first batch of engineering teams assembled in a busy schedule and began to march towards Yangzhou City.

At the same time, the first batch of people who could understand [-]% of Mandarin were assembled at the Recruitment Office, ready to join the engineering team.

Standing on the remaining turret, Qian Fan watched the two teams gathering like a long dragon beside the bombed-out ruins in the south of the city. It felt unreal.

The old and new civilizations are finally beginning to merge.