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Half of his right hand is a bionic mechanical structure.

The bionic neural network of the robotic arm controlled by the chip implanted in the spine can make the artificial hand as flexible as the real hand, but limited to the lack of fineness of the mechanical transmission structure, some operations cannot be done.

Except for the thumb, Xiao Zheng’s right hand is a mechanical prosthesis. It is usually covered with artificial leather. There is no difference in appearance, but this thing needs to be lubricated after a while. Lu Zhengkang saw Xiao Zheng carrying his finger on his back. Unload them one by one, and then adjust them with one hand.

From the cross section of the prosthesis, many aging metal parts can be seen, and they are still stained with turbidly colored weird liquid, whether it is oil or secretions rejected by the human body.

Xiao Zheng likes to drink. If he drinks drunkly, he can forget the pain. He only drinks beer because he promised others not to get himself drunk.

Chapter 415 is like a cannon hitting mosquitoes

It turns out that everyone has a story.When Lu Zhengkang is idle, it's like inquiring about Teacher Xiao Zheng's past, but the oil-headed monster shows a tight-lipped side. Perhaps as he said, children should not inquire about those who have nothing.

Now Lu Zhengkang has two art classes a day, which is considered to occupy two vacancies in the taskbar. Spanish language learning and physical exercise are also necessary every day, leaving only one space to try new things.

Today is January 25, 2082, the 27th of the twelfth lunar month, Sunday, and New Year's Eve is approaching.

For the first few days, Lu Zhengkang's parents sent five emails every day. After a while, two emails a day were routine. Until this morning, Lu Zhengkang finally realized the fact that he was forgotten by his parents.

Did you really drank Forgetting Milk?

On the contrary, the friends send out travel pictures every day, eating, drinking, and having fun.

Sure enough, do you rely on your parents at home and friends when you go out?

Thank you Lao Tie for not forgetting to post a video to perfuse me during his busy schedule.

When he soaked his feet last night, Lu Xuefeng said that he would take him to catch the sparrow.

There was another snowfall the day before yesterday, and Lu Zhengkang actually wanted to eat hot pot at home, or, if he wanted to be more poetic, go boating in a wide aquaculture lake in the southeast, grilling meat or fish on a small charcoal stove. Warm up another pot of old wine...

If one or two close friends can have fun together and talk about two or three things in life, alas, how good such a day is, it must be carefree. The warm sun in winter will be sprinkled on the lake, like a mirror. The light, the four fields are flat, the breeze is blowing in the sleeves, the white snow is like a silver jade carving, there is only a lone boat in the world, and the fire on the boat is like star powder, you and my host and guest are like frost flowers in a mirror, and the smoke is curling up four or five miles, Birds crowed from a distance.

This is fun for adults only, not to mention that the world of adults is depressed, no, depressed is eternal, and finding joy in depressed is real.

Children are really only suitable for playing small games, and follow the grandfather to set up traps to catch sparrows. Lu Zhengyao thought it was the simple operation of holding a basket with sticks and sprinkling corn kernels under the basket. As a result, he underestimated the grandfather. Strength.

The old man said that he used a machine to fight sparrows. He modified the agricultural intelligence equipment himself, and asked an old man to modify the operating system, and he created a powerful self-targeting nail gun machine, let alone hunting sparrows. Now, you can make contributions on the battlefield and defend your country!

Lu Zhengkang's heart trembled. He recalled the tattoo on Lu Xuefeng's back. As a marginal person at the first level of social trust, why did he have such a wealth of knowledge?Or is it that he was restricted from the assessment because he committed something?

Lu Xuefeng put the nailing machine on the dilapidated agricultural pickup and greeted Lu Zhengkang to get in the car.

"Grandpa, why didn't you get the second-level certificate of agency credit?"

"Too much swearing, don't let it pass. Culture class is not good either, the score is missing."

Lu Zhengkang scratched his head. The second level of social credit is actually the common level of the general public. Now as long as you graduate with a bachelor's degree, you are eligible. As long as there are no violation records in the electronic file, it is simple, but it is a huge leap from the first level.

To be ugly, the first level of social credit is the bottom of the new era. Even pensions are not available, and various social benefits are also lacking. It is not a problem to live, food and clothing are safe, but that’s it. , Even his personal identity will be cancelled, and at that time, it will be no different from a loess.

What can prove that they really lived?

Nothing.

Lu Zhengkang didn't want his grandfather to fall into such a situation.

"Grandpa, you go and get the certificate, okay?"

"Say it, say it again."

Pickup started, nothing to say.Lu Zhengkang sat in the co-pilot and turned to stare at Lu Xuefeng.

The wrinkles at the corners of the old man's eyes were drooping. From the side, he was listless.Only those who looked at him could realize how hard Lu Xuefeng was.

To be honest, Lu Zhengkang still doesn't think that grandpa really likes his great-grandson.

It was like a courtesy when he served Lu Zhengkang's food, and when he prepared toiletries for Lu Zhengkang, everything was courteous. For Lu Zhengkang's convenience, he took a faucet at the drying yard and the kettle was always full.

All his closeness is not so eager, because no matter what he does, no matter how stretched his expression is, his eyes are always straight like a spear, with cold light.

Such a person, if he was really a mess when he was young, he would definitely be a big brother of the cards, right?

Lu Xuefeng was discomforted by the child's gaze, as if there was a bug crawling back and forth on his face.He coughed twice, twisted, and took out a few bags of snacks from the locker next to his seat to Lu Zhengkang, "Hungry?"

Lu Zhengkang was silent for about half a second, and he also realized that he was light-hearted. How could an adult take it seriously?

He took the snacks and chewed them, headless and worry-free.

Seeing the nail-shooting machine gun knocking the sparrow down suddenly, Lu Zhengkang tried his best to be happy, but he failed.

Isn't killing sparrows for eating, killing them to do, and experiencing the joy of killing?

For Lu Xuefeng, this is part of his work. The flooding of birds and birds in the fields caused a significant reduction in production.

The treatment of animals in current agricultural management is a specialized discipline. Some schools claim to establish a complete ecological chain in agricultural areas, while others claim to completely erase the influencing factor of animals.

The old man didn't think so much, he just found out that there was a bird disaster when looking at the satellite image, and he has delayed it until today.

He cannot accept reductions in production. If the output of the agricultural area under his jurisdiction does not meet the standard, he will be punished.

What does that sentence say?Work is work, for him, killing for work is completely normal, and the pursuit of efficiency is completely correct.

He put the machine in place, and drove back with Lu Zhengkang for a while, started the machine, and they sat in the car and watched the heavy rain of birds in the sky.

In fact, there is a sense of beauty, and the violent aesthetics cannot be denied because of empathy.

Lu Zhengkang felt more than pity, he was just disappointed.What he wanted to see was actually the kind of holding up a basket with a stick, tying a long thin thread on the stick, holding it in his hand, hiding in the corner, and pulling the rope when the sparrow pecks the rice, and the sparrow is in the basket Struggling, shaking the basket... it's that simple.

"happy?"

"Ok."

Lu Xuefeng was not very satisfied with this answer, so he asked again, "What do you want to eat at night?"

"Anything."

"Unhappy?"

Lu Zhengkang raised his head to meet the grandfather's eyes, the old man's eyes were still cold, even if the tone was very caring, the contrast made him feel a little bit chilly in his back.

"It's not unhappy, it's just boring."

"Then let's go home and take you to go fishing tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow my mother said to come."

Picari fell silent completely.