Old Mo, eating fish in a courtyard house, reigning supreme in Hong Kong.

Chen Yinmo raised his hand and gently pressed down, his powerful voice softly cascading down the cheers that filled the air, clearly reaching everyone's ears: "No need for formalities. You are all diligent, kind, and hardworking sons and daughters of China. Born in impoverished times, you never complained or blamed others, but always stayed true to yourselves and worked diligently. You deserve this opportunity."

As he finished speaking, his gaze swept across the boundless sea of ​​people, and he continued slowly, "The detached stone villas I just gave you are scattered throughout the most habitable areas of Mars, evenly distributed, nestled against mountains and beside water, with excellent ventilation and lighting."

The house is made entirely of crystalline starstone, maintaining a constant temperature and humidity, and is sturdy and indestructible. It is impervious to wind, rain, thunder, lightning, and the changing seasons, and will not decay for a hundred years or a thousand years.

All the water and electricity pipes inside the house have been pre-installed. The layout is bright and spacious, more than enough for the couple to live comfortably, and even more than enough for them to have children and grow their family in the future.

The crowd was deeply moved and eagerly rushed toward the cluster of villas not far away.

Seeing it up close is a hundred times more breathtaking.

The detached villas are arranged in a staggered manner, with varying heights that conform to the terrain. There are no artificial or sculpted marks; they seem to have grown naturally and are perfectly formed by nature.

The walls are smooth and fine, without a single crack or gap. The roof is neat and grand, the doors and windows are bright and transparent, the courtyard is spacious and open, and there is flat open space in front of and behind the house, which can be used to grow vegetables, flowers, store supplies, and build a small yard.

Compared to the cramped and damp mud-brick houses, leaky tenement buildings, and low and simple farmhouses on Blue Star, the dwellings here are like an ultimate paradise.

Couples pushed open the courtyard gate and stepped into the house, only to be completely stunned by the scene before them.

The living room is spacious and bright with a square layout, smooth and clean floors, and clean and elegant walls; the bedroom is warm and airy with ample space; the separate kitchen and clean bathroom are fully equipped.

The entire house has pre-installed electrical wiring, so you only need to connect a generator to have bright lights and worry-free water and electricity.

Most Chinese people in the 1970s had never seen such a well-organized and comfortable dwelling.

Rural couples often live in cramped mud houses, with several family members huddled in a tiny space; factory workers live in cramped apartment buildings, sharing kitchens and bathrooms, which are crowded and noisy.

Households were piled high with belongings, the spaces were cramped, and the walls were blackened by years of smoke and grime.

But the Martian villa in front of me is clean, bright, spacious, and sturdy, with its own spiritual energy. The moment I moved in, all the pent-up frustration I had felt for years vanished.

"I never even dared to dream of living in a house like this in my entire life!"

A man from a rural area in the north reached out and gently touched the smooth wall, his eyes red and his voice choked with emotion.

He and his wife had been married for three years, living in a small mud-brick house of less than 20 square meters in their hometown. The walls were cracked and the roof leaked, letting in wind in winter and rain in summer. Apart from a wooden bed, a wooden box, and a square table, there was nothing else in the house.

His clothes were faded and patched, and he ate sweet potatoes and coarse grains year-round, rarely having meat even once a year.

The wife stood by the window, gazing at the green hills and clear waters, the fields of wildflowers outside, tears silently streaming down her face. She nodded repeatedly, saying, "I'm content. I'm truly content with my life. Our hardships are finally over."

Countless couples' heartfelt whispers echoed throughout the villa area, each word a testament to their gratitude and joy.

The joy of settling into their new homes had not yet faded when everyone's attention was completely drawn to the massive amount of supplies piled up outside.

The supply area set up by Chen Yinmo with a wave of his hand stretched for dozens of miles, neatly divided and categorized, so orderly that it was not messy at all.

The daily necessities section was piled high with countless refined white flour, plump rice, pure cooking oil, fresh meat and eggs, all kinds of dried goods and snacks, and seasonal fruits and vegetables.

In China in 1975, white flour rice was a delicacy that could only be eaten during festivals, and pork and eggs were a luxury that children looked forward to all year round. Ordinary people usually filled their stomachs with coarse grains and wild vegetables, and fine grains every meal and meat and eggs every day were unattainable dreams.

Here, however, mountains of high-quality grain are enough to sustain millions of people for years without worry. The ingredients are fresh, plentiful, and inexhaustible, completely ending the years of hunger and cold.

The clothing and fabric section was even more dazzling, with all kinds of new ready-made clothes, thick quilts, and fine fabrics neatly stacked.

In the 1970s, the standard wedding package included four quilts and two sets of new clothes, which required saving up cloth coupons for years and living frugally. Clothes were patched and worn by every household and passed down from generation to generation. Here, however, the quilts are fluffy, soft, and extremely warm, and the ready-made clothes are neat, stylish, and made of fine and durable fabrics. No coupons or savings are required; everyone can take what they need.

The tools and building materials section was even more impressive, with batches of brand-new generators, wires and cables, lighting fixtures, agricultural tools, pots and pans, hardware, steel bars and cement, and building materials neatly arranged, covering everything needed for living, production, and construction.

What excites countless young people the most are rows upon rows of neatly arranged new computers and storage devices.

Everyone remembered Chen Yinmo's words—that a cultivation technique that could strengthen the body, prolong life, and defy fate was hidden here.

"It allows for cultivation! It allows for immortality!"

This idea took root and fermented wildly in the hearts of countless people, turning the originally joyful crowd into extreme fanaticism.

They were born in an era of poverty and hardship, and witnessed too much illness, separation, and the helplessness of time.

Some people have witnessed their loved ones fall ill from overwork, become incurable, and die young after enduring a lifetime of hardship.

Some people work hard all year round and suffer from a lot of illnesses. They become hunched over and have a lot of physical damage at a young age.

On Earth, birth, aging, sickness, and death are the shackles of fate, and poverty and illness are the destiny of mortals, from which no one can escape.

On Mars, in this fertile land for cultivating immortality, they have the opportunity to break free from fate and achieve physical strength and longevity.

"Mr. Chen said that if we cultivate ourselves well, we can do what he can do in the future."

"In the future, we will not only be able to eat our fill, dress warmly, and live in luxury homes, but we will also be able to cultivate our bodies, stay away from illness, and prolong our lives."

"Not only will we enjoy this blessing, but our children and grandchildren will also be able to take root in the stars and cultivate immortality! This is a true foundation for all ages."

Excited shouts rose and fell, and the eyes of two million young people burned ever brighter, their hearts filled with boundless aspirations for the future.

Old Mo stood high in the sky, looking down at the jubilant scene below, and spoke calmly, his voice echoing across the land: "Supplies should be used as needed, distributed fairly, and equally for everyone. There is no need to fight or hoard."

From this day forward, Mars will be your new home, the new frontier of China. This land is unbound by rules and unconstrained by resources; only diligence and integrity will guide you.

"The poultry and livestock I brought are now scattered throughout the wilderness and forests. Do not hunt them indiscriminately for the next year or two. Let them reproduce and thrive, building a complete ecosystem. Once the ecosystem is stable, they will be your continuous source of meat."

"Blank registration manuals are kept in various places. All materials needed for living, construction, and development should be registered and reported. I will replenish them for you regularly."

"The techniques are accessible to everyone, with no barriers or distinctions. Diligent practice, strengthening your body, protecting your homeland, and exploring the starry sea are the greatest opportunities of your lives."

After giving his instructions, Chen Yinmo's figure slowly rose into the air, transforming into a ray of light that merged into the sky and disappeared into the depths of the sea of ​​clouds.

There was no condescending control, no strict rules, only boundless generosity and fulfillment.

Looking at the completely empty sky, two million Chinese people bowed deeply once again, engraving this immense gratitude in their hearts.

Thus began the era of Martian pioneering.