Civilization of the Stars: I loaded the mod

Chapter 59
The night is dark and the wind is high, and the spire of the tower is inserted into the white and black night and white clouds.

The brilliant lights that symbolize the administrative center of civilization penetrate the foggy clouds and shine on the city, and the hazy beauty passes through the window of the sword-bearer's office piece by piece.

Tuk Tuk Tuk.

There was a knock on the office door, and she opened it without waiting for Tu Lan to answer.

"Yo~ Tu Lan, you're still working."

Tu Lan looked up at the big ball of light, and continued to work at his desk. "If the leisurely Mr. Gudu can bring me a supper, I will be very touched."

"Your leisurely Master Gudu will conjure up three dishes and one soup for you."

Wang Hao floated to the table and waved his hand. Immediately, the hot food covered the work screen and looked at her with a smile.

The workers are still working overtime at night, and I am not a capitalist, so I should reward my subordinates no matter what.

"Scallion pork bone soup, sweet and sour pitaya, unknown sashimi, tofu and bamboo shoots, try it, my lady who holds the sword."

A sumptuous supper is placed in front of you, the rice is fragrant, the thick soup lies between the pork ribs, and the crystal clear fire dragon seeds shine brightly under the light.

Tu Lan stopped swiping her fingers on the screen, moistened the corners of her mouth subconsciously, and her eyes wandered between the screen and the food.

Fragrances are drilled into the sensitive sense of smell.

Why don't you get off work today... But next month's work hasn't been finished ahead of time.

"Eat, eat, why don't you eat." A murmur like a rice talisman came from the side, breaking the last line of defense in my heart.

Urged by the chief's cooking order, Tu Lan no longer hesitated, tapped the desktop with her little hand to save the work progress, and exited the office mode.

"Then I'm welcome."

Seeing her bowing her head and starting to eat, Wang Hao happily walked behind her and touched her head.

This has almost become his special hobby, just like touching a cat or dog on the side of the road, and wanting to swipe when picking up the phone, and wanting to swipe this when touching a finger.

Tu Lan felt the touch on his head, and his body froze for a moment.

"Does Master Gudu like hair very much? How about I grow long hair?"

Wang Hao took a closer look at Tu Lan's shoulder-length short hair, and said that it was neither long nor short, and he was very sassy.

Many people say they don't like short hair, but in fact they just don't like ugly ones.

As a senior old color critic, he knows that the essence of XP is beauty!Whether you are beautiful or not depends on a single attribute, it affects your whole body, whether you have long hair or short hair, matching it with suitable clothes can always make you feel happy.

"Pan Shunwa is very bright, I like it very much, I don't need long hair, I don't care about it."

Coolly rejecting Tu Lan's idea, while fantasizing about Tu Lan's long hair, he shook his head secretly.

Long hair would be much cuter, but shoulder-length hair and her temperament are more suitable.

"Oh..." Tu Lan buried her head and puffed her cheeks, and asked one more thing after a half-pay. "What about the little girl with psychic powers?"

"Momoa? It's not bad." Wang Hao quickly replied.

Regarding the matter of spiritual power, civilization has actually had relevant records.

Half a year ago, when he asked Tu Lan to pay attention to the little girl and told the reason, Tu Lan was very concerned about the existence of the psychic user, and spent two days digging out a whole set of private files from the reference room. They are all records of suspected psychics.

Since then, Momoa's external environment has changed a lot, both overtly and secretly.

Although he ran out secretly, he was not surprised that his private visit was discovered. The authority of the brush was official, and a record would be sent to her every time he used it. Tu Lan must know that he had gone out for a walk.

Coincidentally, the psychic user with the thickest and most active cases in history was the emperor of a certain dynasty.

The wonderful experience is like a lighthouse in the dark in the history of the great men of Gudu civilization.

The original history of civilization evolution and technological progress suddenly became magical in those ten years. What meteorites fell from the sky annihilated the rebels, great geographical discoveries overseas, and the weather has been smooth for more than ten consecutive years. The emperor conquered and unified the mainland...

These also fall into the category of 'normal', with historical basis.

Good luck and strong wrists, it's not impossible to believe it.

The most bizarre thing is that it is recorded in the history books that the emperor was shocked, and the people of another big country defected, and the ruler was frightened into an idiot on the spot.

The blatant hacking behavior, but Wang Hao didn't think that the psykers in the indigenous period would be so strong, and there was a high probability that it was exaggerated.

The records of the ancient emperors are just for fun. If you really want to study psychics, you have to find Momoa.

"I have a serious business with her this afternoon. She has great potential, but there is still some way to go before she can take on a big responsibility." Wang Hao poked the hamster's cheek, causing dissatisfied eyes.

"What about you? Why are you working so late tonight? It's not like your style."

"Ask knowingly..." Tu Lan turned her head unhappily when she heard this.

One morning during the production reform period, when Tu Lan was still under the covers, Gu Du suddenly pulled her away and said that there was enough funds to clean up the slums.

Half asleep and half awake, he didn't realize it for a while, thinking that he wanted to clean it up physically, so he agreed on the spot in a daze.

After all, enough funds means that there is sufficient economy to settle this group of people, and it is enough to gather force to force those diehards.

It was later discovered that the kind-hearted Lord Gudu wanted to educate those people.

"The recent production reform is upgrading the equipment of Siqingzhou. The whole world is mobilizing production capacity, striving to minimize the production gap of Guduxing granary."

"But those people in the slums are also in Siqingzhou. It is more difficult for you to let them return to normal production activities of civilization."

Wang Hao nodded. Although the slums have to be blamed systematically, their existence is reasonable.

The slums of Guduxing are mixed with fish and dragons, and most of them have been abandoned by the times, which is the historical echo left over from the pre-space age.

The common problem of the poor is not lack of material or spirit. The problem of food and clothing is picking wild fruits, and the Gaia planet can also feed them, not to mention that Siqingzhou is the largest grain-producing continent of Gudu civilization.The means of production in a public-support society are basically public, and the smart Gudu people want to learn.

The real problem is that they are overfed, highly educated, have their own ideas, and reject the mainstream of society.

In any case, this group of labor cannot be left alone.

"I'm sorry to trouble you." Wang Hao encouraged. "We are also Gudu people, even if we surrender by force and force brainwashing, we will bring them back to the 'right way'."

Tu Lan couldn't help sighing as he watched Gu Du describe him doing the kindest thing in the most ruthless tone.

She is the one who does things, and she is the one who is scolded.

If the person in charge were her, she would wish to get rid of all those unruly people who disobey the society and love to make trouble, but who can make Mr. Gudu worry about the same kind.

Regrettably, he waved away his militant thoughts, jumped off his chair and searched for a piece of information from the file rack beside him.

"Here, Lord Gudu, this is the composition of that group of poor people."

Reaching out to take the handed document, Wang Hao picked it up and read it quickly.

What is documented above are the motivations of the poor to flee mainstream society.

Some are extremely dissatisfied with the current peaceful scene on Guduxing, and want to return to the "glorious" society before the unification war. These are war criminals.

Some are extreme egalitarians, unbearable to the "obedience and discipline" moral atmosphere of Gudu civilization, these are extremists.

There are also those who are dissatisfied with the public support system and want to form a blood family.Dissatisfied with the state's super control over society.Don't want to pay taxes.anarchist.The pretentious group of secondary illnesses...

All in all, it's all a matter of thinking. There are basically no people who really have no money or technology and are forced to live in slums.

As long as it is properly controlled, a labor force of [-] million is at your fingertips.

"I'm sorry to trouble you, try your best to adjust." Wang Hao has nothing to do about it, it's up to Tu Lang to do it.

"Hmm." The gleam in Tu Lan's eyes disappeared, and she stared at the pork rib soup as she drank spoonfuls, her gaze was dull and obviously distracted.

Wang Haorao looked at her amusedly, and took pictures from different angles.

As the hands of the electronic clock slowly approached the sleep time set for her by the health team.

Tu Lan came back to his senses, rubbed his lower abdomen, and left quickly after taking his farewell with a stomach full of water. He returned to his residence along the glass corridor connecting the tower to other high-altitude buildings.

Late at night, the office ushered in silence. Wang Hao opened the second world alone, and shared photos of his sword-wielding man eating in the group chat, which aroused the envy of the girls.

The peculiar style was overshadowed by the reason he used alienation, which can be regarded as an inoculation of the race in advance. The human race of other players who use the ocean planet as their home planet can grow some fish characteristics. What happened to his race Two-dimensional? , which makes sense.

Looking up and inadvertently glancing at where Tu Lan was working, Wang Hao fell into some kind of doubt on a whim.

"By the way, will the Two-dimensional race be bald?"

The bald-headed girl and the like are subjectively repulsive, but inexplicably exciting.

(End of this chapter)