The Giant of Light is Still on the Way to Find Home

It takes shape quickly, has low breeding conditions, and is easy to find.

"The lifespan of insect-type elves is generally lower than the average." Ying An turned his head and glanced at him: "And those aristocratic families have [the cards] that have been passed down for generations."

In this world where Pokémon represent advanced productivity, the gap between the big families who monopolize the advanced means of production and the bottom will only grow wider.

At this time, Ying An seemed to be able to understand why an organization like the Rockets could survive and grow stronger.

fair…….

ps: Although Pokémon is a sub-supplied world, no matter the TV version, the special chapter, or even the game, there is a very cruel core.

Think about the npcs we often encounter in the game, different identities and different treatment, resulting in them always being just experience packs for players

Here I recommend a wave of special comics, really good-looking, especially the Four Heavenly Kings in the Xiaohuang chapter, the aura is too full...Although I haven’t read the Sun and Moon chapter since then

Chapter 634 Chapter 18 False Hope

Compared with the ancient and rich historical atmosphere of the Johto area, the Kanto area has taken a road of urbanization and industrialization in the course of historical changes.

Elegant gardens, majestic power plants, feasting hotels, and neon-filled streets all speak of the prosperity of this place.

In remote places, it is another look.

In the deep and secluded forest, only a dozen or so small villages rest at sunset.

On the noisy and busy construction site, people are shouting, and the thick pipes are coiling around like pythons. The workers are wearing miner hats and covered with the cold dew of late autumn, and they are working nervously to get a meager monthly salary. .

The gap between urban and rural areas is huge, the gap between rich and poor is huge... and it is an irreparable gap.

The strong have it all.

The weak have nothing.

The real world is indeed much crueler than what is shown in the animation.

Ying An intentionally slowed down his progress, and finally found a farmhouse at the foot of a big mountain near Fengji Town.

The person who received them was a kind-hearted old lady, dressed in homemade homemade cloth, her body was always covered with a layer of dusty color, and the wrinkles on her face had drooped, squeezing her cloudy eyes into slits.

After Ying An explained her request for staying overnight, the deaf old woman agreed with a smile, and planned to provide them with a meal to entertain the guests, but Ying An knew that the old woman's family was not rich, so naturally It was a polite refusal.

Tia took out some ingredients from the bag and cooked them in the farmhouse's stove. Several people invited the old lady to eat together. The old lady refused at first, but they couldn't hold back later. They used the excuse of staying overnight as an excuse, so they went to the table together .

After a few mouthfuls of hot food and a mouthful of hot tea, he talked more.

Ying An also knew from the unclear words of the old woman that she had a son and a grandson. Her grandson lived with her before, but five years ago, the son who worked in the mine came back and brought her grandson Picked up and never came back.

Her legs and feet are not quick, and even if she missed her, she couldn't climb the mountain, so she had to be alone, living with her mosquito coil tadpole.

Ying An couldn't hear any complaints from her words, but she had deep regret and melancholy, but she couldn't comfort her, so she was speechless for a while.

"Mother-in-law, since you have a grandson, why doesn't your daughter-in-law help you?"

Classmate Damu drank his own hot tea, feeling as if he had found a blind spot.

"..." The old woman's body seemed to tremble violently. After a moment of silence, she sighed: "I can't keep it, I can't keep it..."

Under the table, Ying An stepped on the big tree, signaling him to shut up.

Ying An didn't continue to ask this question, but chatted with the old woman about crops and other topics in a nagging tone, and changed the topic.

It's late at night, and it's time to go to bed. The old woman only has two beds in her house. The kind-hearted woman originally planned to give up her own bed, but Ying An couldn't afford it. He refused very firmly. The idea of ​​the old woman persuaded her to go back to her room to rest, and asked the dozing "Hohenheim" to add some heat to the old man's house.

Ying An laid out a sleeping bag on the ground, and huddled with Tia to sleep on the floor, while Omu was thrown onto the bed by him.

It was late autumn, and except Tia, a good baby who fell asleep in the arms of Ying An, the other two didn't feel sleepy for a while.

"A'an..." Damu's voice was very low, as if he was worried about affecting other people's sleep.

"Ah."

"The alliance has been established, and everyone's life seems to have not improved as advertised..."

"...It's just a change of people in power. It's nothing but a change of medicine. As long as the means of production are still in their hands, even if the top management of the alliance wants to change, they can't change anything. In the end, they can only compromise."

Ying An moved her arm so that Tia Nen, who was lying on it, could sleep more comfortably, and the words she whispered in her mouth were really bitter and mean. up.

"...A'an, you dare to say it too much." Da Mu didn't refute his words, but after thinking for a moment, he squeezed out a wry smile.

"However, there seems to be nothing wrong." Damu's eyes were a little dazed, as if he was looking at the future he imagined: "Didn't they think that if everyone couldn't survive and rose up to resist, wouldn't the alliance be disintegrated again?" ?"

"Oh, that's not like what you said." Ying An squinted his eyes. Through the previous conversation with him, did he know that Zhenxin Town, where Damu was born, was indeed a remote village in the Guandu area, but Damu's father should be regarded as The rich farmer owns a piece of land and runs a ranch of some size, otherwise he would not be able to pay for Damu to study at Yuhong University.

Ying An was silent for a while, then suddenly laughed in a low voice, a little ironic, a little weird, and a little sad.

"Resistance... Do you want people to take the green caterpillar and Bobo to compete with that group of professional fighting [Warcraft]?"

"Also, the alliance may be a little smarter than you think."

"what?"

"The new nobles want to replace the old nobles, but they are suppressed by the old nobles who are dead but not rigid. In order to check and balance them, the new nobles must absorb fresh blood... and this is the bait thrown by the new nobles , is also a luxury called 'Hope'."

Damu chewed this passage, always feeling that he understood it, but he didn't seem to understand it.

Ying An smiled and didn't explain any more, but urged him to go to bed quickly, and rushed to Lawrence's house the next day, maybe he would suffer some troubles.

Damu, who was confused by what he said, responded, and forced himself to close his eyes.

Instead, it was Ying An who said this, unable to close his eyes.

"Really, ruin your childhood."

At this moment, he once again felt the cruel reality behind the fairy tale.

In my memory, the Pokémon League meeting that once made him excited in front of the TV as a teenager, and even frustrated because of Master Zhi's failure, turned into a wisp of smoke along with the dying candle on the table.

Is it possible for an ordinary person from a poor background to enter the final with the bred Ba Dahu and Bobo?

You know, the configuration to enter the finals is six vs six, and in order to increase the winning rate on various terrains, the winner will also cultivate at least twenty kinds of Pokémon, not to mention the cost of training, just the diet The cost is completely unaffordable for the people at the bottom.

The one who can win is probably either the young master who comes to be gilded, or the son-in-law who is favored by some rich family.

Or, can there still be a few lucky "middle class" who can serve as an example for the alliance to provide the illusory "hope" for the bottom?

He took out the "Order" bonded crystal from his arms, and stared at the dim fluorescent light.

Sighing, he turned around and gently stroked Tia's lovely hair.

Hands... a little numb.

ps: In the real world, the beautiful cloak of fairy tales must always be lifted.

In the world of Pokémon, it is estimated that Carlos is the darkest, and it seems that the aristocracy is still on the surface.

The prototype is French chicken, it is really different

Section 635 Chapter 19 Possibilities

The elderly in the countryside always got up early, and the three people who stayed at the hotel also got up early. After drinking a bowl of thin porridge that was not very hungry, they bid farewell to the old woman.

Before leaving, Tia gave her mother-in-law a small bag of seeds, while Ying An found a barren mountainous area around, and accompanied the old man to sow the seeds.

"Mother-in-law, these seeds are resistant to cold and waterlogging, you just let the mosquito-repellent incense tadpoles water them every few months." Ying An handed her a rather simple business card: "After the tree bears fruit, we will plant some water on them." Someone will buy this call."

The mother-in-law looked curiously at the uncared-for wasteland in front of her. Although she had sowed it by herself just now, she was still a little confused after planting it for most of her life: "Sir, can this really be planted?"

"Of course I can live." Ying An's confident smile seemed to have an infectious power, which made the old lady laugh too.

"If I can survive, I'll ask the surrounding villagers to plant some. Anyway, this piece of land is deserted." The old woman thought for a while, and a bit of hesitation suddenly appeared on her face: "Is this okay?"

She was really worried in her heart. After she made the publicity at that time, if no one came to buy it, wouldn't the hopes of the villagers be dashed?

Sometimes, having no hope is not the scariest thing. The scary thing is that when you are given hope, you are told in the end that it is just a scam.

Ying An held the old man's hand and walked down the hillside: "This kind of tree grows very quickly, mother-in-law, you can wait for a batch first, and then decide after seeing the results."

He didn't answer the old man's question directly, but let the old man make his own decision.

After bidding farewell to the old woman at the foot of the mountain, the two armored rhinoceros, which were fed by Tia with berries, ran fast on the mountain path with their short legs.

Finally, around seven o'clock, Ying An and the others followed the map on the letter to Dr. Lawrence's courtyard.

……

Walking into Lawrence's mansion, Ying An and Da Mu saw a group of "evil ghosts" far away.

Without any language modification, no matter judging from the appearance or the "vicious" attitude, they are all a group of "evil ghosts" through and through.

"Wow ah ah-"

Undoubtedly, listening to Da Mu Xuecheng's suppressed growl, he knew that he was frightened.

This shows how terrifying these black-eyed uncles are.

"Don't dub me casually."

"I'm sorry, Xuecheng." Ying An smiled and said, "I really shouldn't read minds casually."

"...That's not my heart." Da Muxuecheng was speechless: "And when did you know how to read minds?"

After making a few jokes, the two corrected their appearance and approached the "round table meeting" which was full of debate.

No wonder Professor Lawrence waited until this time to give an answer. It is really not a simple matter to get these people together.

Ying An quickly glanced at it, and combined with the information in his mind, he still couldn't make it out completely.

Nishino Mori, who carried out the "Fiery Monkey Anger Energy Extraction Experiment", should now be Nishino Mori II.

Dr. Akihabara, the pioneer of the spirit transmission network.

The pioneer of archaeology who studies the relationship between elves and human civilization - Dr. Redwood.

Dr. Sakuragi, the pioneer of the relationship between elves and meteorology.

Naturally, Dr. Lawrence, the initiator of this roundtable meeting and a researcher in elf behavior and bionics, is indispensable.

At this stage when the Pokémon discipline has not yet become independent from other disciplines, there is no doubt that these people represent the vast majority of this academic discipline.

However, this group of old men who got up early and worked late at night, and even rushed to Guandu for a meeting by ocean-going ferry. Quite citing classics, aggressive trend.