Mystery Makes Me Powerful Text Volume Chapter 2222 Reversing the Gene at This Moment.

The land of Daxia.

Suburbs of a certain city.

A state-owned steel plant.

The workers are in the factory director's office, surrounding him.

"Director, we can't close down. Our factory can still be saved."

An old worker placed a wreath at the door of the factory: "The factory is dead."

The factory director hid in his office and refused to come out.

The market era has arrived, and everything depends on oneself.

There is no allocation, no allocation, I sell and purchase by myself.

Anyway, everything is difficult...

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Four large characters were hung at the factory gate.

The factory closure is just the beginning.

A hospital somewhere.

In a sunny ward.

A group of villagers were crying to an old man:

"Village chief, you can't die."

"Village chief, you can't die. You worked hard and led us to work hard and down-to-earth. Our village finally had enough to eat and drink. Why are you leaving?"

"Yes, this God is so unfair."

"Hey, village chief, you are only 52 years old."

"Good people don't live long, but evil people live for hundreds of years."

"Yes, that old nuisance at the west end of the village is still alive and kicking at the age of 85. He plays mahjong every day, curses people, and beats his son and daughter-in-law."

The village chief opened his eyes slightly and said feebly: "It's best to cut down all the acres of orchards at the east end of the village and plant apples instead this year."

"I think people in this city like to eat apples."

"Also, the leek field at the west end of the village will be replanted with garlic. You will be cruel next year."

"Don't waste time."

"You must keep this in mind."

"Everyone is doing well. Don't quarrel with your mother-in-law."

"There are still children who need to go to school. If you are able, please continue to provide for them and help them."

"The other thing is to be obedient, don't look for trouble, and don't go against outsiders."

"Village Chief, you can't leave."

"What will we do if you leave?"

Everyone burst into tears as they listened to this voice of entrustment in times of crisis.

"Don't cry. Everyone has their own destiny. I will be worthy of you all my life."

"You are worthy of our Dawangzhuang."

The village chief's voice became weaker and weaker.

Many people cried in sorrow.

It turns out that this village chief, who is not very old, leads everyone to work hard.

Finally made some money.

This money is neither too much nor too little, just enough for everyone to eat and drink.

From not having enough to eat every year to now, now I have enough to eat and drink every year, and my children can still go to school.

It can be said that life in Dawangzhuang is getting better year by year.

And this is inseparable from a village chief.

The village chief helps everyone to run sales and market trends outside.

We are also preparing to run village-run enterprises.

Do things wholeheartedly.

There are indeed not many people who are dedicated to serving the village.

But if you say it doesn't happen at all, it's absolutely slander.

There are always some people who put the interests of this ethnic group first.

This is called a survival and evolution strategy of biological groups.

in short.

If an ecological group cannot always give birth to people who can put the interests of the group above personal interests for the sake of group reproduction, then this group will self-destruct in the long history of biological evolution.

Unless this ethnic group is too low-level.

Relatively advanced ethnic groups always have this.

For example, a deer, a sheep, a wolf, a lion...forget it.

Just like how a praying mantis lives.

Praying mantises have evolved a survival strategy in which male mantises are preyed upon by female mantises.

The male mantis is definitely unwilling.

But this mechanism ensures that it can dedicate itself as nutrients to the next generation.

This is the law of sacrifice.

Those ethnic groups that did not have this spirit of self-sacrifice basically fell away one after another.

It has become one bubble after another in history.

At this moment, the village chief's breath was weak.

Everyone wiped away their tears.

Preparing for funeral arrangements.

In fact, I brought all the things for the funeral.

Shroud, coffin, tractor.

They were all parked in front of the hospital.

Just as everyone was starting to prepare for the funeral, the old village chief suddenly opened his eyes.

I saw that his eyes were bright, as if he had been transported through time...

Of course no one knew this concept at this time.

Among everyone, someone finally cried and said: "Old village chief, you are starting to see your light again."

Sure enough, everyone who was crying looked up and saw that the old village chief's face was very rosy, as if he had never been sick before.

At that time, the pace was as fast as flying. A 50-year-old man started running with more strength than a young man in his 20s or 30s.

After thinking of this, everyone spoke one after another:

"That's right."

"Hurry up and put on the prepared shroud for the old village chief."

At this time, the village chief cursed: "You are all talking nonsense. I am in very good health. I think I can live for another 30 years. Otherwise, I will be fine for another 50 years."

"Ah, what?"

"The old village chief is about to leave. Now everyone is talking nonsense. Everyone, hurry up and put a shroud on the old village chief."

"When the person dies, his body becomes stiff and the clothes become difficult to wear."

"If you wear it again, you have to wait for several days until your body becomes soft before you can wear it. It will stink."

At this time, an experienced old man said.

"Well, Old Wang, are you hoping that I will die soon? After I die early, you can plant your own land in Xitou. I tell you, old boy, don't even think about it, that is collective land."

"Don't even think about planting it secretly by yourself. You still have to pay the contract fee."

When everyone heard about the old village chief, they remembered it so clearly.

I still remember clearly the few acres of beach land at the west end.
To be continued...