Give the universe a little earth shock

Chapter 75 Come on, do you want to clean up?

Li Kaiyang refused Teacher Xu's invitation to go home for dinner, and led Su Xiaomai out of the classroom.

When I passed my own statue, I couldn't calm down for a long time, "Mr. Xu, why don't you change this sentence?"

The slogans in schools are often left by famous people who have passed away. It is hard to say whether they are true or not. Anyway, with a flick of a pen, anyone can make up a name.

But it was an unspeakable shame to see my own statue and 'quote'.

Teacher Xu adjusted his glasses, and took out his notebook very seriously, "Say, what to change, the teacher will report to the principal another day."

Li Kaiyang blurted out, "Hello, tomorrow. That's all. Students should always be full of vigor."

After bidding farewell to the teacher, the three of them set off again and officially embarked on the road back to the village.

The village they are going to is called Sufang, which is more than 70 kilometers away from the county seat. It belongs to the people who still stayed in the mountains after urbanization and expansion, maintaining their original way of life.

The car came to the entrance of the village. In the canals on both sides of the village road, there were only sporadic aunts and women washing clothes, and some peasants with dull expressions were smoking dry tobacco.

Logically speaking, the New Year is approaching, and the village should be the busiest time, why is it so deserted.

Their arrival quickly attracted everyone's attention, one was the little sister of the Su family who had returned from school, a stranger, and a big iron machine.

It's hard not to arouse everyone's discussion.

"Wheat. You #￥@%?"

An aunt who is familiar with Mai Mai came to say hello, but Li Kaiyang didn't understand what she said.

The villages in northern Fujian have different pronunciations. Unless you are from the village, it is difficult to deduce the semantics.

"Oh, oh."

After listening to Mai Mai's words, Auntie looked at Li Kaiyang and Mao, and smiled embarrassedly.

"She's asking Maimai if she wants to go to her house for a New Year's Eve dinner this year."

Mao's language module worked, translating the obscure dialect.

Li Kaiyang looked at it in surprise, the local dialect is no better than Wu dialect, Hokkien has enough samples, how did it get translated.

Mai Mai put the book back home, and led them towards Teacher Gu's house. She had never seen that mountain before, but if she had to ask who knew the most, it must be Teacher Gu.

Along the way, Li Kaiyang had already learned about Teacher Gu's information from Mai Mai. He was a village teacher similar to Mr. Wu's wife, but in comparison, Teacher Gu was much poorer.

He didn't have a formal teacher establishment, and he devoted himself to teaching and educating people. He had been poor all his life, and his wife didn't talk about it.

The natural conditions of Sufang are very good, in other words, it is poor here.

Backed by rolling mountains, the village just sprang up on the narrow plains between several mountains. The strong laborers who could go out to earn money all ran away, leaving only the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled.

Teacher Gu set up a few tables in his yard to help the children complete simple preschool education.

Su Xiaomai, who is only slightly mentally handicapped, is considered one of the top students in the village, while the others are dolls with congenital deformities who can't even speak well.

Pushing open the creaking wooden door, Su Xiaomai couldn't wait to run in, "Teacher Gu!"

With cloudy eyes, Gu Changqing stood up wearing a cotton coat, smiled and looked at the girl who ran in, "Mai, it's holiday."

"Who are these two?"

Mao's mechanical figure made the old man's eyes shine, but unlike other villagers, Gu Changqing's eyes quickly returned to normal.

"This is my cousin from the city, and the one next to him is his friend!"

Su Xiaomai carefully brought two bowls of hot water and handed them to Li Kaiyang and Mao, looking like a little master.

"Hello, Teacher Gu."

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Li Kaiyang cut straight to the point and expressed his intentions.

Gu Changqing turned over the charcoal fire that was getting colder, and his face was reflected by the fire, "Is that mountain? It's not just you, someone came to ask about it a few days ago, but I don't recommend you go, it's too dangerous, the mountain in winter The temperature is not as good as down the mountain, and there is snow everywhere."

"Is there anyone else?" Li Kaiyang's first reaction was his father, but didn't he not ask?

The charcoal filled with oxygen heated up again, and Gu Changqing continued, "A mountain with no trees, a mountain with no road, we call it a ghost mountain. Four or five generations ago, the village was still there. In the more mountainous places, many people’s ancestral graves were buried there, and later they moved down. No one wanted to go there, and the mountain was deserted. If that person didn’t come to me with a village chronicle to ask me, I would have forgotten about it. .”

Four or five generations lasted nearly 100 years. If young people leave the village, it is normal to forget these things.

Time will always bury the insignificant things in the smoke.

But Mr. Gu mentioned the key point, that someone asked with a village log.

This can't be the old man, he doesn't even know what the name of the mountain is, how could he know that there is one in the village chronicle.

"Can you tell me what that person looks like?"

"The foreigner has a big nose, is tall, and speaks official Chinese very fluently."

Su Xiaomai took out the crumpled final exam report card from his pocket while speaking, and handed it to Gu Changqing. He spread out the crumpled paper, leaned over and squinted to check it under the skylight.

Li Kaiyang glanced at Mao, "Can you draw? Draw Bole's appearance."

Mao stood up mechanically, picked up a half-finger-short chalk tip from the chalk slot of the simple blackboard, and overwrote it immediately. Gu Changqing recognized it only by drawing an eye, "It's him."

Bole is actually here!

Li Kaiyang hurriedly wanted to notify the relevant local authorities to bring equipment to encircle and suppress, but Mao stopped him.

"Sir, I suggest not to do so."

"why?"

"I can't tell."

There is a layer of code logic that prevents its expressive function, "My language will automatically enter the decision logic, and I can't tell why."

Li Kaiyang understands that there are still restrictions in Mao's code, which are the restrictions planted in the root program of New York, but it is not pure AI now, and it can be expressed in a suggestive way.

"Listen, Mao, I'm going to say something, I don't know if you can understand it."

"Suppose we are playing a game, the name is called You Draw, I guess." Li Kaiyang suddenly found that it was difficult for a person to make gestures, "Mai, can you play?"

"meeting!"

"Come on, let's demonstrate!" He wrote an idiom, jumping like crazy, "Draw out this word, Xiaomai."

Su Xiaomai clucked and jumped up, her little hands were still tucked under her armpits to pretend to be wings, she didn't say a single word except for the onomatopoeia, but she fully expressed the literal meaning of the idioms.

"Understood, Mao?"

The gameplay of this game is actually very similar to the mechanism of the code, which prohibits the expression of certain information, but the associative ability of the human brain is endless, which is impossible for an AI that can only do straight balls.

Mao thought for a while, and performed it in a different way.

But neither fish nor fowl, Li Kaiyang didn't understand.

Its deduction method is changing faster and faster, and after tens of thousands of iterations in a short period of time, the correct expression method has been found.

Li Kaiyang understood.

"What?? The person who helped you hack into the sky control system in New York was Bole??"

(End of this chapter)