I sent technology to another world, and the country praised me for my good fortune

The two men lay on the ground half dead and did not recover for a long time. The most important thing was that after being electrocuted, their mouths were crooked and they were drooling for no apparent reason.

At this time, they hadn't noticed it yet. Their minds and eyes were all on the antiques. They said vaguely:

"I heard that antiques are the host of evil spirits. Could there be something dirty hidden in them?"

Both electric shocks were related to porcelain.

Meow Meow: "This guy is not stupid. I thought he would need to be shocked at least five times before he realized the problem."

Xiaozhi: "They know that this behavior is bad, and they have something to hide. When they encounter this unnatural phenomenon, they will naturally classify it as retribution."

I don’t know what the two men on the screen were thinking about. They scared themselves so much that they ran away crawling, leaving the porcelain behind.

Miaomiao told Fuyin the address.

Fu Yin contacted the local government, and finally the porcelain was collected in a museum.

Everything is going on in an orderly manner.

Everyone was sweating hard, but the smiles on the faces of the local people never disappeared.

With hope, every minute and every second is worth looking forward to.

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Sichuan Province

"Be careful."

A woman in her forties or fifties was carrying a load and accidentally stepped on a stone. She twisted her ankle and almost fell. Fortunately, someone caught her in time.

The woman was still frightened and said, "Thank you, young man."

She turned around to thank him, and when her eyes met the other person's face, she was stunned, her eyes became moist unconsciously, her lips trembled slightly, and her eyes were filled with mixed emotions.

"you you you……"

Zhao Xingguo didn't understand and touched his face, "What's wrong, aunt?"

The woman suddenly patted his arm a few times, tears rolling down her cheeks, "Zhao Baojia, you are still alive, still alive."

The movements were still violent, but the sorrow and relief in the tone made those who heard it cry.

Zhao Xingguo froze and looked at the other person in disbelief, "You, you know my uncle?"

His father and his uncle are not twins, but they look very similar, and he takes after his father, so naturally he looks very much like his uncle.

Zhao Baojia is the name of his uncle.

His question brought the woman back to reality. She seemed to be crying and laughing, but her smile was full of bitterness. "Yes, Zhao Baojia is not that young."

Zhao Xingguo pursed his lips, feeling a little overwhelmed. All he knew about his grandparents, uncle, and cousin was what he heard from his father.

He remembered that his aunt went to the battlefield with his uncle and never came back.

And the aunt's tone seemed to indicate that she was very familiar with the uncle.

Don't let it be a debt of love.

The woman seemed to see his embarrassment and wiped the tears from her eyes. "Don't think too much. I know your uncle's family. I can be considered the matchmaker between Zhao Baojia and Huilan."

When she talked about the past, she looked melancholy. More than 20 years had passed, but her impression of Huilan and Zhao Baojia was still that of their high-spirited days. When she suddenly saw Zhao Xingguo, who was about the same age as her, she mistakenly thought he was Zhao Baojia.

After all, if it were still alive, it should be this big.

Thinking of this, the woman couldn't help but think of those comrades who never came back, and burst into tears, "Damn life, your uncle and your aunt were accidentally arrested during the revolution, and they were tortured beyond recognition by life."

"Your grandparents were also veteran revolutionaries. They were at the frontline at the time, but they lost contact soon after. We don't know whether they are dead or alive."

"Poor Huilan and the others, they were unwilling to sell out the country, and were burned alive by Xiaoshi."

"Your cousins were less than ten years old when they were left behind. Your father was not married at that time. There was constant war at that time. It was only because your father took them to hide from place to place that they were able to survive."

"But the good times didn't last long. After three or four years, your cousins disappeared, leaving a note behind. They said they wanted to avenge their parents."

"Then the little days attacked the city where they were hiding, and they thought their chance had come."

"My child, they were just half-grown children, and in the end they were killed without a complete body, their flesh and blood were blown into pieces."

Speaking of this, Zhou Xiulan cried so hard that she couldn't breathe and beat her chest. She had seen the two children when they were two or three years old, and they smiled and called her aunt. At that time, Zhao Baojia and his wife were still alive.

She also asked Huilan and her husband to stop joining the revolution and take good care of their children.

Huilan said: Without a country, there is no home.

Zhao Baojia said: Defending the country, protecting the public and protecting his own family is his mission.

Zhao Xingguo hung his head, tears falling like pearls from a broken string, his hands clenched into fists, his teeth clenched, his heart felt sour and dull as if a huge rock was pressing on it, his throat seemed to be cut by a knife, and he made a hoarse sound with difficulty.

"Aunt, please take care of yourself."

He doesn't know how to comfort people, especially since those who died were his relatives.

Although he had never met them, he grew up hearing about their stories. It seemed as if they had always lived around him. To him, they were all heroes.

He is the hero he admires most in his life.

Zhou Xiulan cried for a long time before she gradually calmed down. Seeing his red eyes, she blamed herself a little, "Don't cry, blame me for saying this."

"I regret that I have never met them and want to know more about them. Thank you, aunt, for telling me this." Zhao Xingguo shook his head.

Zhou Xiulan sighed, "Come to think of it, I didn't expect you to know your uncle. After your cousins left, your father went crazy looking for them. When he found them, he saw them... Alas, I haven't seen your father since then."

"You look to be in your forties, so your father must have been married much later. Did your father tell you about your grandparents and uncle?"

Zhao Xingguo nodded. "My dad has never forgotten it. He told me these things when I was very young, so I have a deep impression of my grandparents."

"When I was little, I often wrote about them in my essays, and a few times my teachers were so moved that they cried."

In order to ease the atmosphere, he brought up some interesting past events.

Zhou Xiulan couldn't help but laugh, "This is good. They are all heroes and should not be forgotten."

"I won't forget it."

"Then your father is now..."

She calculated on her fingers in her mind and figured that Zhao Baohua would be around ninety years old sixty-five years later.

Zhao Baohua is almost a generation younger than Zhao Baojia.

I remember that when Zhao Baojia's children were two or three years old, Zhao Baohua was still a minor.

Zhao Xingguo looked slightly sad, "He passed away not long ago."

Fearing that Aunt Zhou would be sad, he paused and added, "He died of old age after reading the news about the Sakura Country sinking into the sea. He passed away peacefully without any illness or disaster."

Zhou Xiulan didn't react at first. She only heard the last few words and sighed, "It's good too. At least I didn't suffer."

Two seconds later, she suddenly remembered and looked at him with burning eyes, "What did you say? What does the Sakura Country sinking into the sea mean?"

Zhao Xingguo thought of the death of Sakura Country, and the depression in his heart was relieved a little. He smiled and said, "Sakura Country is a small island. In our time and space, a tsunami suddenly occurred and drowned them all. No one survived."

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Do you remember him?