Shepherding Humanity - Chapter 10

[Chapter 10 The Twilight Hero]

Xu Zhi returned to the house, entered the kitchen, and started to boil water. He was thirsty and wanted to drink a cup of tea.

The fire of civilization has been sown.

This kind of worm and ape with strong body hair is more like a Western race. It is named Gilgamesh, the mythical king of the West, and it can be seen that Xu Zhi has high hopes for him.

Even in the test tube stage of the previous species such as worms and apes, they did not have a second gene that could be accommodated – termite gene, Xu Zhi also handed it to him, which shows that the expectations are very deep.

Whether he can really rise, he has to see himself.

Next, Xu Zhi was very comfortable, sitting at the door of the house with Erlang’s legs crossed, looking at the various scenes of the yard, “The orchard yard of five or six hundred meters, only 100 square meters was cleaned to build the sand table, or else other Place, clean up the weeds too?”

Xu Zhi thought for a while and did what he said, even though he didn’t think clearly what to do with the rest of the land.

As for the expansion of the 100-meter sand table, he felt that it was unnecessary in a short time. The place was too big, but it was not easy to control. The current area is almost enough.

dong dong dong!

After a while, there was a knock on the door.

Xu Zhi was shirtless, put down his hoe, and opened the door. Outside the door was the girl Chen Xi, looking at him with a pile of food, looking frantically into the yard, very curious, “Ah? Are you plowing the land?”

“Yes, practice your hands and exercise your body.” Xu Zhi picked up the towel and wiped off her sweat. She couldn’t see everything in the sandbox, she just thought she was plowing the land.

“I can’t think of a top student from a foreign company who quit last year’s high-paying job of more than 100,000 yuan, was terminally ill, and went home to farm.”

Chen Xi scratched his head and looked at Xu Zhi’s golden-ratio upper body, with angular muscle outlines, his face flushed, and he silently scolded, “Xu Zhi, the food is here! Um, do you want to help? I also help my mother planting rice at home. Your orchard has been abandoned for a long time, right? Your orchard is five or six hundred square meters?

“Need not.”

Xu Zhi smiled and said: “No way, the yard is big, I’ll just reclaim a piece of land, plant some interesting seeds, and maybe it will be able to bloom flowers that are so rotten that you can admire them.”

“—Oh.” Chen Xi exhaled curiously, patted his chest and assured, “Then you farm well! Tell me what you want to eat! You and I, Aunt Li, will make it for you!”

Then hopped away and ran away.

In the end, she secretly added a sentence, giving Xu Zhi a critical blow, “I was so sluggish before, but suddenly my face turned red and my hair grew, it must be a return to light… I don’t think I will live for a few days. , Before I die, I have to take good care of you.”

uh-huh?

?

Do I have to die if I grow my hair?

“Nima, do you consider rice to be my last supper? This girl is too insulting. I’m only in the middle stage of stomach cancer.” Xu Zhi glared at the girl angrily, and opened the lunch box.

Inside are well-prepared small lunch boxes, poached eggs, carrots, and grass-fried meat.

The taste of hometown!

good to eat!

So fragrant!

“This girl’s craftsmanship is really good. Maybe I’m already a dead person. She should take good care of a dying cancer patient like me, and come here every day to give me food…”

Cancer needs to pay attention to diet, especially stomach cancer, such delicious and nutritious food, he can not eat well, paralyzed on the reclining chair in the yard, he doesn’t want to move.

After a while, I started to do some chores, and by the way, cleaned up the orchard.

After finishing the farm work in the yard, he was covered in mud, so he started to wash his clothes, wring out the water, and hang his clothes and underwear on the rope in the yard. A washing machine.”

……..

the next day,

Chen Xi, this round-faced girl, is addicted to giving bento.

But in the face of her sympathetic behavior of the terminally ill, Xu Zhi refused to come.

Staying at home and cultivating the land, there are still people delivering delicious food, taking care of this terminally ill patient, making him feel that the world is full of love, is there a more nourishing farming and rural life than this?

there is none left.

Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely see Nanshan.

Plowing the fields, planting all kinds of land, and living a quiet life in the farmland, he already vaguely had that kind of seclusion mood.

This short day is very short for Xu Zhi. Three meals and one night’s sleep have passed for a long time for the sand table. It has been a hundred years. For the worms with an average lifespan of forty or fifty years In other words, they have passed two generations of reproduction.

Now, after two generations, the young worm and ape handed over the torch of civilization. Has he died of old age?

not at all.

He gave Xu Zhi a big surprise.

Xu Zhi clearly recorded the progress of their civilization.

In the ten years after Xu Zhi left, Gilgamesh led the worm and ape to continue to escape. He was amazed that the world has such a magical fire, the flame can cook food, the flame can drive away giant beasts at night, and the flame can be cold in the cold. Provides warmth at night to maintain body temperature.

The use of flames represents the origin of civilization.

The sword of Damocles that was left behind was an invincible weapon in this primitive giant forest. Gilgamesh used the sharpness of the weapon to kill countless Dora beasts, making people linger and start. Have the power to resist.

in the second decade.

Gilgamesh broke away from youth and moved towards his thirties.

He became majestic and tall, led the tribe, and became the most powerful hunter of the clan of insects and apes. He was called the king of heroes by the tribe, and even used fire to burn the land, making the land fertile, and began to cultivate and carry out a simple farming life.

He is indomitable, arrogant and self-reliant. The intelligent beast handed over the three treasures of civilization to him. He clearly knew that civilization is the inheritance of knowledge and history, so he boldly developed cuneiform script and innovative language to record the history of races. He believed that he was the first intelligent species to open up a civilized world. He recorded the history of his creation of civilization in books, praised it, and boldly named it “Genesis”.

He is arrogant, tyranny, and charismatic.

In the tribe, he had one hundred thirty-one beautiful wives, who bore him offspring, most of whom were strong and powerful, inheriting his burly and wisdom.

But in the 30-40 years of life of the worm, Gilgamesh at this time is already in his thirties.

This hero has come to the end of their race, and he ushered in his old age. Back then, the rough and unrestrained hero king wielding the sword of Damocles was approaching the end of his lifespan.

In the tree house made of trees, the fire in the fireplace is roaring, emitting a heat wave.

“That is the behemoth of wisdom, the flame of civilization given to me, it is so beautiful and rotten, like a jumping red stamen.”

Gilgamesh, sitting calmly on the giant chair woven from the fur of the giant beast of Allah, his eyes are deep and distant, his entire burly and tall body is old and slow, he turned his head and looked at the heads of the giant beasts hanging on the wall.

The corpses of various giant beasts, ferocious, unyielding, powerful, and trembling, these once mighty barbaric beasts have been conquered by him one by one.

The whole wall seems to record his brilliant battle life.

His life has been brilliant enough and rotten enough.

He fulfilled his dream when he was young.

He is satisfied.

“The next tribe leader has been identified as my son, Aga of Kish. His ability is not inferior to mine, and he can lead the entire tribe to continue its glory.”

Gilgamesh clearly felt that his life was gradually coming to an end, and that death was inevitable for living things. He had almost accepted his fate, silently took out the blood of the power of the year, and sighed: “Everything has no worries, the wise beast said, Only the most valiant warriors in the world can take it, and if they can’t survive death, they will have unparalleled power.”

“I, am I the bravest warrior in the world?”

“Let me take a look!!” His heroic twilight, his cloudy eyes froze slightly, he suddenly remembered the glorious years of his life, suddenly burst into tears, silently pierced his arm, pouring strength into his wound blood.

pain!

Incredibly painful!

!

!

!

!

Gilgamesh struggled.

This twilight hero fell to the ground, and he went through countless fights in his body, but he had never been so painfully violently rolling, gasping, and finally, he survived death and stood up, full of black hair Gradually receding, revealing the strong abdominal muscles on the chest, the dense black hair on the face faded, and a perfect face like a god was revealed.

He is no longer gray and black, and his body has turned into a white-haired worm. His skin is delicate and crystal clear, as clear as termites, like a snow giant who walked out of a blizzard. His muscles are as golden as Greek sculptures, and he has a strong impact and streamlined beauty.

“This power is…”

The burly young man with snow-white hair slowly stood up, “Blood of power, what a great power.”

Click.

He squeezed the sturdy armrest slightly and instantly shattered it.

At this time in the tribe, Gilgamesh’s son, Aga of Kish, was standing on a high place. He raised the sword of Damocles high and announced the succession of the next generation of leaders.

Aga of Kish is wise and martial, capable and virtuous. Compared with his tyrannical and arrogant father, he is more like a qualified and kind leader. Gilgamesh is also aware of this, so when he is old, he is willing to take the position Give it to him, not willing to lead the tribe to destroy the tribal civilization opened up by himself.

But now, it’s different….

It’s completely different.

The very kind and beloved Aga of Kish, even if he has enough respect for his father and never thought of taking his position, Gilgamesh must not have any hidden dangers.

“I’m back, chief, it’s still mine.”

On this day, blood was spilled, and the sound of mourning resounded in the Sumerian tribes. The heroic king Gilgamesh killed his son and regained the position of leader, living out his second life.

[End of this Chapter]