A group of people walked slowly in this small village with full of curiosity. Everything around them seemed peaceful and peaceful. However, in our eyes, everything here was not only violation of harmony, but also violation of harmony—everything , all seem extremely uncoordinated.
This is located in the capital universe of Melova. From the perspective of the trans-world empire, this kind of zone can be said to be located in the bustling center and a political hub. It is only a dozen or so light-years away from the capital planet of the Melovas. For a trans-world civilization, it can be said to be within the blink of an eye. It is not a primitive planet. In the coordinate library of the Melova people, this planet is marked as a territory directly under their jurisdiction, and it is marked that there is a long-term planetary government. All of the above, if normal, would mean that the planet has highly developed technology, has huge advanced cities, has private spaceships racing around the entire planet, and wears red hoops in space stations The coordinator who intercepted the passing starship to check for drunk driving...
But in front of us, there are only primitive villages, simple hand-made tools, and ignorant aborigines who work from sunrise to sunset. This village is obviously in a state of very low level of technology. Most of the houses are made of rough planks and logs as the frame, and the square houses are built of earth bricks fired by the local method. The roof is covered with sloping grass. These grass tops seem to be made from the hair-like, slender and flexible weeds on the nearby grasslands. The village doesn't even have a road in the true sense, the natural flat land between the houses is the road. There are not many traces of planning in the surrounding houses. Large and small square thatched houses are built randomly, with uneven intervals. In the house, you can see the original cart with wheels and axles fixed together, as well as strange tools that do not seem to be famous. These things should be the achievements of these indigenous civilizations. I feel as if I have come to a different world that is still in the late tribal system.
The village is small, but it seems to be fairly populated, and we saw many passing villagers along the way. They look basically the same as people on Earth, but their skin has a slightly gray-black color, which is different from any skin color of people on Earth. This probably has something to do with the special ecological environment of the local planet: after all, the Protoss is The information disturbance in the void can only make the intelligent race very close to them in appearance. In terms of details, there are still many differences between intelligent creatures in different worlds. These local aborigines wear hand-woven coarse cloth clothes, with strong bodies and rough skin due to wind and sun. Obviously, this is a society where human labor occupies the main position in production activities. Such a strong and rough physical feature. Most of the villagers passing by are in a hurry, and this time should be the time for the locals to finish work and go home. The villagers passing by us would occasionally slow down and glance over here twice, but no one stopped completely, and except for the man at the entrance of the village at the beginning, no one came forward to ask us about these sudden appearances. What is the identity of an outsider.
Those eyes cannot be said to be dull, but they also lack the enthusiasm of curiosity: these locals lack the necessary enthusiasm for paying attention to strange things.
Of course, this is partly due to Sandora's spiritual interference at work. Our strangely dressed (maybe it can be called gorgeous in the eyes of these poor locals?) Outsiders in the eyes of the villagers should be well-dressed and People with similar temperaments to them, and their actions should not be noticeable, but Sandora's mental interference did not completely block the curiosity and thinking ability of these people. In their eyes, even if we are normal, we are still Strangers who have never masked their faces. It is really strange that a large group of strangers suddenly appear in such a peaceful small mountain village in this deserted place with a radius of hundreds of miles.
"Work, rest, work, rest..." Sandora has been muttering softly, and she has released her power to feel the basic emotions and simple thinking tendencies of every intelligent individual around her. In the end, all she read is These, "The thinking process of these villagers is extremely simple. They are active like a timer. I can't read their specific thoughts without harming these people, but I can basically determine their tendency to act. Neat Uniform... too uniform, everyone in the whole village showed the same thinking tendency at this moment, even including the few children over there... "
Sandora pointed to the shadow of a big house ahead, where there were five or six children running past barefoot with only a piece of burlap all over their bodies. After a little observation, I found that these children also had the same The same expressions as those grown-ups: hurried, without squinting. According to Sandora, at least at this moment, the thinking tendencies of these children and adults are exactly the same!
The same thinking tendency does not mean that the thinking is exactly the same, so these villagers should all have independent thinking, but the same thinking tendency also means that a certain degree of abnormal control, you can imagine such a situation: all people in the world , regardless of gender, age or age, all think about problems according to a timetable. At one moment, everyone in the world wants to eat at the same time. At another moment, everyone in the world wants to work at the same time. At another moment, everyone in the world wants to eat at the same time. Go to bed, like seven billion accurate clocks occupying the human world... what a strange situation! However, Sandora told us that what she scanned now is the status quo.
Even when Sandora spread her spiritual power to cover one-fifth of the planet, what she scanned was the same... Well, there is a slight difference, that is, these clocks will adjust themselves according to the time zone of the planet .
Obviously, such an adjustment does not come naturally.
We walked in such a strange village like this, looking at the surrounding primitive scene that is incompatible with interstellar technology, Sandora's brows were always furrowed, she was still expanding her power, but in the end she gave up: no need Scanning the entire planet, she has been able to determine that the Melovas have artificially interfered with the indigenous civilization here, based on the information she currently has.
I guess Sandora is more aware of the weird situation here than any of us. After all, we can only see that the atmosphere here is not right from the behavior of the surrounding villagers, but Sandora has the ability of telepathy. Finally, she suddenly turned her gaze to one direction, and her brows stretched a little: "Look, the only one whose thinking tendencies are out of sync, seems to be the management personnel that the Melovas deliberately left here."
I followed Sandora's line of sight, and saw at the end of the "dirt road" under my feet, there was a big house that was taller and larger than the surrounding houses. A young man who looked less than twenty years old was walking from inside. Pushing the door and coming out, he was wearing a brown-green shirt that was brighter than the average villager—although the texture of the clothes was still very rough—and he didn't look like he was often engaged in heavy physical labor.
Villagers passing by around bowed to this young man. Obviously, this man is a person with status in this village—I am a little surprised. It stands to reason that in this kind of settlement at the stage of underdeveloped civilization, the person with status is either a respectable old man , or a strong middle-aged leader, but the young man in front of him is neither.
Accompanied by two men who looked like entourages but were basically ordinary villagers, the young man walked straight towards us, and looked at us curiously—his curious look.
"Are you travelers passing by?" the young man said briskly, "Oh, I've never seen any travelers appearing suddenly. It's not easy to get around here. Are you here from the big market to do business or are you in the market?" On the way to pilgrimage?"
"Guess?" Qianqian said casually, so the young man on the opposite side nodded: "Oh, it turns out that we should entertain travelers, and travelers are welcome in this village. Please don't be polite, God's people will always We are as close as one family, God loves each of you, and I hope you can also bring to our village the blessings you have accumulated along the way."
I silently glanced at Sandora, who blinked mischievously: "I don't have time to make up stories, let him make up his own brain."
"Excuse me, are you the village head of this village?" I looked curiously at the young man in front of me. The man at the entrance of the village said that he would tell the village head about the outsider. Now it seems that this young man is the person with the highest status here. —I originally thought that the other party should be an old man with a beard longer than his face.
"Just call me Anuza, or call me Nuza." The young man had a brisk expression on his face, and he was always smiling happily, which gave me a great sense of disobedience—not that there is anything wrong with smiling No, but the difference between this person in front of us and ordinary villagers is quite obvious. If the whole village gives us the feeling of lifeless gray, then the young man in front of us who calls himself Anuza is just a dye vat... um , Is my analogy a little bit out of curiosity? "I am the head of this village, but in this place, I think the head of the village is also dispensable... Oh, it's getting late, it's time for dinner, according to the rules of the village, I should personally entertain you Traveler, please follow me."
Sandora's eyes lit up and she smiled with satisfaction. When I looked at Sandora's expression, my eyes went dark, and I was about to cry with worry—
This poor and remote place can tell that the living supplies are scarce at a glance, okay? Sandora, your meal in this place is estimated to be enough for people's GDP for two years, right? Why don't you discuss it, you go outside to forage on the prairie? Among other things, weeds are enough...
I complained silently in my heart. Of course, I was absolutely reluctant to let Sandora go out to graze. Led by this young and energetic "village head", the group came to the tallest house in the village.
This is the largest building in the entire village, and it is also the most gorgeous leader's residence here, but in fact it is just a larger thatched hut. The frame of the house is made of thick wood, and between the frames are large adobe bricks made of gray-black clay mixed with grass stems. These materials are piled up to form a square square. There are thirty bricks on the roof of the house. The thatched roof with a slanted angle is the same as every building around it. These quaint buildings have windows at a height of more than one meter, which are oval windows, but these aborigines obviously have not yet mastered the method of making glass—or any other similar transparent material—the windows covered It is a grid woven with flexible grass blades, and the light transmission effect of this thing looks pretty good. The outer wall of the village chief's house is painted with some animal patterns in three colors of dark green, vermilion and light blue. This thing should be the art of the local aborigines. At the same time, these patterns also make the village chief's house the only one in the whole village. Decorated house: Although these decorations look like little bubbles have been processed.
To our surprise, this seemingly simple and closed big house is not dark. After entering the big house, there is a square hall directly. There is an octagonal wooden table in the center of the hall. The hall is facing the wall of the gate. Next to it is a lampstand. An unusually bright and stable flame burns in the lampstand made of clay. This thing illuminates the room as brightly as during the day, and it is unknown what kind of fuel it uses.
"It's a kind of polymer chemical fuel," Sandora and I were connected with each other. When I saw my gaze resting on the lampstand, she immediately guessed what I was thinking and explained with a frown. "It's not natural. It's a substance that needs molecular reconstruction technology to synthesize...these aborigines can't make this kind of thing."
"That was given to them by the Melova people," I said directly in the spiritual connection without thinking, "and just now this Anuza mentioned the blessings of the gods... Tsk tsk, if I guessed correctly, Those Melovas are having a great time here."
Sandora's tone was a bit mocking and contemptuous: "God knows how they inflated themselves like this, but what did they do to create such a primitive environment?"
We are talking through spiritual connection, Qianqian has already gone to study the lampstand, this girl is curious about everything she has never seen before, I have to worry about her not breaking other people's things - but Nuza seems to care about the guest's hands and feet I didn't mind at all, just smiled relaxedly: "Please wait a moment, the sacrament is almost ready, I will stop by and ask my sister to come down, it is in accordance with the etiquette for the whole family to entertain guests from afar. Well, two uncles, you too Go back quickly, you can't delay the time for dinner."
I have been following Nuza all the time, have not spoken a word from the beginning to the end, and looked at the two male attendants who seem to be in the same background, nodding, and silently exited the house. It turns out that the attendants in this place are going home for dinner on a regular basis.
Anuza's big house looks very tall from the outside, but it turns out that it is actually divided into two floors. The first floor is the large hall in front of us, and the second floor is going up by the wooden stairs in the corner. We can't see the situation above, but I can feel that there is another person on it. Just now Anuza mentioned that he has a sister, probably she is. We sat down next to the large octagonal wooden table, looking at the surrounding furnishings curiously and whispering in our spiritual connection. After a while, there was a rhythmic footstep from the wooden staircase on the second floor. I went to see a long-haired girl who looked less than 20 years old (by the standard of people on earth) walking down with a large basin that looked heavy, Anuza went up happily: "Sister, I brought the guests back."
This girl, whom Anuza called her elder sister, was so thin that she seemed to be smaller than her younger brother. Her appearance was very beautiful, although her skin color also had the unique gray-black color of the natives of this world. , but this very light color will not affect a person's appearance, but it will bring an exotic beauty to the girl. Perhaps because she is the village head's family, Anuza's sister does not need to do heavy physical labor. Her skin doesn't look rough like that of ordinary villagers, but she still has strong limbs and a sense of slender strength. The girl was wearing the same dull-colored coarse hand-woven clothing, which looked a bit like a short dress: this was the only woman in the village wearing it, at least the first one I saw so far.
Our eyes subconsciously focused on this girl, because everyone felt a kind of incongruity from each other. Sandora's power made a contribution again, and she was the one who felt the most direct: "Another person whose thinking tends to be out of sync , like Anuza, this girl's thinking tendency is different from that of other people in the village. Although she is trying to hide it, it may be through means such as self-suggestion to let herself focus on what everyone should pay attention to. problem, but I can’t hide it from me.”
"It seems that this is very valuable to the siblings?" Miss Lin continued.
At this time, Anuza helped his sister bring the heavy basin to the table, and brought out the food inside: "This is a square cake unique to our village. It cannot be eaten in other places. There used to be It’s just a businessman who came all day and night from the big market to buy square cakes in our village.”
Anuza took out half-foot-square white pancakes from the basin and placed them in front of us, while his sister ran back to the second floor and brought down another large basin of soup. Qianqian was a caring person and immediately ran up to help . Sandora curiously picked up the pancake in front of her, sniffed it with her nose up, took a big bite, and said with a puffy mouth, "Well, the taste is unexpected, and it's not bad."
Me: "..." Actually, I don't believe it at all, do you know
Ever since Sandora took a bite of the TV at home and commented that it tasted good, we no longer believe her evaluation of things. The taste of Her Majesty is not in the same dimension as the three views of people on earth!
"Well, wood, you should try it too," Miss Lin also picked up the food in front of her and took a bite, and said to me seriously after chewing, she dared to eat something of unknown origin: anyway, we This group of people is not afraid of being poisoned to death. Apart from the normal sense of taste, in fact, our current digestion range is also strange enough in the eyes of authentic earthlings. "Although it cannot provide nutrition, the taste is not that bad."
The second half of the sentence was said by her in the spiritual connection, because after all, it is not very polite to say these things in front of the host.
I took a bite of the square cake and came to a conclusion: I would be a fool if I pretended to be a young lady next time... This thing tastes like dirt!
"Of course, the most important thing is the soup used in this sacrament. Without it, people will get sick. You travelers must need this more." Anuza didn't pay attention to the strange expressions of our group when we ate. He began to enthusiastically serve soup to everyone, which was the big pot of brown soup that his sister brought down from the second floor for the second time. This thing smelled much more normal, at least not earthy. Sandora picked it up Drink one bowl at a time, and make a pertinent evaluation in the spiritual connection:
"Spiritual intrusion-dependent poison, slow effect, strong effect, by the way, it tastes of cocoa." RS