I live in a desert island property

Without the several tons of heavy objects, the difficulty of handling the sailboat was reduced a lot, and Zhang Ming ran wildly all the way.

Brother Hao naturally hid by the stove to recuperate, and a tortoise as big as Xiaobai couldn't possibly walk on the ground.

Shi Mama even stuck to the mast, pretending that she was a radio: "Listeners, good afternoon everyone, I am Li Xianfeng. The 'New Century High-income Person Tax' promulgated by the Occult International Coalition is being accepted by governments all over the world. deliberation, and it is expected to be initially implemented next month..."

"If this tax is applied to the whole world, it will have positive significance for all mankind..."

In the past two months, since the alliance was reached, the changes on Earth have been particularly large.

The "New Century Line of Defense Project" is equivalent to building a Great Wall on the outskirts of the Pangu Continent, which can be regarded as a world-renowned spectacle.

In fact, if you want to create a spectacle, you must first cultivate your inner strength.

From the perspective of internal strength, human civilization does not have such a spectacle of strength construction.

Around this project, various debates and quarrels have naturally become eternal topics. The core of the quarrel is, who pays the money, who should pay the most? Is it the one with the largest territory, the one with the highest industrial capacity, or the one with the largest population and resources?

These debates may last for a long time, just like issues such as "global warming" and "carbon neutrality", it is possible to tear them apart for decades!

"But this time, several big countries have reached a preliminary consensus...a tax on the rich!"

This method... is a bit awesome!

Because in the past, it was difficult to collect taxes on the rich. There are too many ways for the rich to avoid taxes. They transfer their wealth in minutes and receive a salary of one yuan.

But now it is different. If this tax is imposed globally, where can wealth be transferred?

Lao Zhang was a little surprised, but he didn't think too much about it. He thought it was a great thing.

Two monkeys lead the way. After the excitement of returning to their homeland fades away, they stop from time to time to rest for a while.

At the back, he didn't move at all, out of breath, and looked like he was about to fall ill.

They really couldn't outrun Zhang Ming.

These two guys also want to get on the boat, too lazy to walk.

Zhang Ming had no choice but to stop and wait for them. After all, without the guidance of these two guys, he couldn't find the so-called "Monkey Pavilion Valley".

"\u0026*%￥\u0026 Rhinoceros!!" The big monkey "jiji" seemed to have misunderstood the meaning, so he screamed strangely and climbed onto the sailboat along Zhang Ming's body.

The smaller monkey "Maomao" was a little scared at first, but couldn't help it anymore, grabbed Zhang Ming's nose, ears and lips, and crawled upwards, almost stuffing the sole of his foot into Lao Zhang's mouth.

The two monkeys became passengers in this way.

Zhang Ming: ...

Am I a donkey? To be abused by you like this!

"*\u0026%\u0026￥!" The monkey occasionally climbed down, stepped on Zhang Dadi's head, pointed the way forward, and then quickly climbed up again to play with Xiaobai.

Zhang Ming felt cold in his heart.

Now all the animals are too lazy to walk, and he is left alone, carrying the sailboat, and embarking on the journey day and night.

"You really think that I, Old Zhang, can be bullied?!"

But he yelled in his mouth, but he was very helpless in his actions. He could only turn into a hard-working people and rush on the boat quickly.

Zhang Ming felt that he had become the legendary "Kuafu". According to what the monkeys said, he could reach their hometown by heading east and toward the sun.

Fortunately, the voice of Comrade Li Xianfeng accompanied him throughout the process.

Li Xianfeng is one of his old Zhang's best friends. He shows up on time every day, occasionally works overtime, and sometimes even finds a young lady to read stories to him. There is no such good person in the world. Although Li Xianfeng is often broadcasting some boring content.

When the time came, it was already night, and theoretically Li Xianfeng should also go offline to rest.

Suddenly, the radio blared electronically.

Li Xianfeng cut off the line in the workshop and whispered something.

Because the broadcast is sent through Gaia consciousness, there is no need for satellites at all, and Li Xianfeng is the person in charge of this work, hiding in the room and saying something weird, no one knows.

"Actually, I have been wondering how to reach a consensus on the collection of the tax on the rich... This is indeed a very difficult thing, with great resistance. It is equivalent to dedicating one's own interests to all mankind. It is really incredible It's strange to me."

"So I quietly investigated the hundred people who attended the closed-door meeting."

Li Xianfeng sighed softly, and said in a low voice: "Actually, there are no particularly good results. One-third of them clearly support the taxation of the rich, and they claim that it is for the votes of the people."

"The other two-thirds were ambiguous and did not take a clear position."

"However, in the past two months, the world situation has indeed been turbulent. About 300 rich people, including some energy and mineral resource tycoons, major shareholders of multinational companies, etc., died due to various accidents. The political turmoil in various countries is very serious. The Prime Minister was impeached and stepped down, and the personnel changes were extremely drastic..."

"It seems that there is a pair of invisible hands controlling all of this. These invisible hands are very hidden, but because Old Wang is also involved, I have a faint suspicion."

"I actually have some ideas, but I dare not say too much."

"At least this step appears to have been successful."

"Old Zhang, do you have any special ideas? Who knows what the future of mankind will be like?"

After Li Xianfeng said this, he was silent for a while.

Zhang Ming didn't stop running, and the stale air from his chest turned into cloud-like white mist. The snow under the feet is still thick, and with every step, a large area of ​​snow will collapse into it.

However, Zhang Ming still understood what Li Xianfeng meant.

It may be a "special ability person" who has changed the history of the earth.

Zhang Ming said with a smile: "Actually... this matter is nothing, Lao Li, as a scientist, you have some liberal tendencies, so I can understand it."

"But you're so innocent, so don't get involved in political struggles."

Li Xianfeng suddenly said on the radio: "I have been thinking, if people have an afterlife, what should they do? In this life, I am almost 70 years old, and my life path is almost here. I have made some small achievements. But not many."

"There are things I see that I can't participate in, and I can't change."

"If there is a next life, what should I do? In business, in politics, in the army, or something else? Or do nothing, just be a bystander?"

Zhang Ming was stunned for a moment, and his pace slowed down slightly. What do you mean, what kind of riddle is this guy doing?

Could it be...

The broadcast stopped abruptly.

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In this way, Zhang Ming kept holding the boat and running.

Stop to eat something when you are hungry, put down the sailboat when you are tired, hide in the bedroom and have a good sleep, rest and continue on the road.

Naturally, his footsteps were much faster than those of the monkeys, and within half a month, he had already walked out of the freezing cold area.

At this time, the temperature rose to 15 degrees Celsius, and the number of vegetation increased. The plants in this world are different from those on the island of the turtles. The trunks are generally thick and the leaves on the top are sparse, reminiscent of the "bread tree" in the African continent.

It may be due to insufficient sunlight, and some plants are crooked, like bean sprouts. Photosynthesis can only supplement part of the energy needed for growth, while the geothermal ecosystem from the earth can supplement another part of energy.

The existence of various towering trees hindered the forward route, and it was a bit inappropriate to carry the sailboat. Zhang Ming could only follow a stream and use the ability of "King Kong" to push the boat forward slowly on the water.

Suddenly, the monkeys yelled, "Let's be more qualified! (The place where we started!)"

They jumped off the boat one after another and ran towards a big tree that was cut down on the bank, looking very happy.

Near this tree stump, there are stone axes, shovels, saws and other tools, which are quite rough. Although the monkeys have mastered some methods of metal smelting, but this technology, Lao Zhang picked up the pitted and copper-smelling saw, and he really couldn't stand it.

It may be because of the emotion, but the monkey "Jiji" felt a little sad, and wiped his eyes with his furry palm.

When they set off, there were seven monkeys in total.

But now... the monkey has joys and sorrows, and the moon has cloudy and sunny waxing and waning.

Zhang Ming understood what they meant, and nodded: "Oh, you just cut down this tree to make a canoe..."

"The valley is nearby? Only the last three days are left!"

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The autumn wind raises the fog, and the green mountains are thousands of miles away. Among the rocky mountains and rivers, you can faintly hear the cries of apes echoing in the canyon.

This is a place called "Monkey Pavilion Valley". Primitive intelligent creatures still practice the lifestyle of sunrise and sunset, almost isolated from the world.

In a cave with hot springs, a raging flame is burning, and several skewers of barbecue placed above exude the aroma of cumin.

A fat and strong monkey king about two meters tall is racking his brains to create words on the sandy ground.

For an intelligent race, the most important thing is inheritance. Wisdom without inheritance is not wisdom, but just a little bit of personal cleverness.

However, as the amount of knowledge increased, the words left by the ancestors began to be insufficient, so they could only be created out of thin air.

The monkey king scratched his head and touched his ears, and brewed for a long, long time in front of the fire, when suddenly he had a flash of inspiration and choked out a word.

It drew a monkey's skull on the ground, with a knife inserted into it, which probably means "dangerous".

After inventing this word, the Monkey King was very satisfied, grinning "Jie Jie" and laughing loudly, he was exhausted from thinking about it just now, even more tired than fighting 10 female monkeys at night.

But the feeling of holding it back is simply... perfect!

The Monkey King yelled, and then several "clan elders" of different sizes gathered together to discuss the usage of this "word", whether it could be improved, etc. It really looked good, there was a kind of civilized meeting feeling.