Collect supplies, seize aircraft carriers, and travel to the seventh and fifth

Chapter 1042 The Bewildered Old Man Zhang

Before long, most of the villagers came to Old Man Zhang's door to see him off.

The village chief came out, took Old Zhang's hand, and said, "Uncle, you're leaving this time. I don't know if we'll ever see each other again in this lifetime. I really miss you!"

Old Zhang secretly slipped a piece of paper with an address written on it into his hand and said, "If you ever encounter any difficulties in the future, you can come here to find me." At this moment, many people who were on good terms with Old Zhang came to say goodbye to him.

Half an hour later, just as Li Mo'er and the others were carrying Old Zhang's wheelchair onto the helicopter, Old Zhang's youngest son ran over, grabbed Old Zhang's wheelchair, and cried and shouted.

Zhao Yunting kicked him twice, but it was no use. He knew that his father was leaving this time to enjoy a life of luxury, leaving the two brothers here to continue living the life of servants.

If he can't get the address they want this time, he probably won't have a chance to turn his life around for the rest of his life.

So he would rather be beaten up by Zhao Yunting than not go with his father, or get their address.

Li Mo'er looked at the person who wouldn't let go no matter what and asked, "What exactly do you mean? If you don't let go, I'll have him break your arm."

Old Zhang's youngest son grabbed the wheelchair and stood up, saying, "I can let go, but you can take me with you."

Li Mo'er shook her head: "If you want to come with me, believe me, when we get to the sky, I'll find a deserted place and throw you off."

Old Zhang's youngest son was startled, thinking about that possibility. A chill ran down his spine. They might actually be capable of doing it.

He stubbornly said, "It's not that I can't go, but you have to give me some money. You gave my dad more than 20,000 yuan. Give me 10,000 yuan and I'll let it go."

Li Mo'er almost fainted from anger. She said coldly, "Want my money? You're dreaming. We won't give you a single penny."

"Then take me with you!" Old Zhang's youngest son said shamelessly. Li Mo'er sneered, "Take you with us? Who do you think you are, wanting to come with us? Brother Ting, give him a beating to wake him up."

Zhao Yunting didn't waste any words with him. He stepped forward and kicked Old Zhang's youngest son, sending him sprawling.

Then he walked over and kicked him again. Old Zhang turned his head to the side, seemingly reluctant, or perhaps unwilling to see his son again.

Li Mo'er pushed Old Zhang into the helicopter, helped him sit in the seat, and fastened his seatbelt.

Zhao Yunting had already returned by then, and the village chief had also stopped Zhang Laotou's youngest son.

Li Mo'er said to Zhang Laotou's youngest son, "Want to continue drinking your father's blood with us? Fine, I'll tell you, we'll go to Shanghai. If you can find him, let's see if you can still drink it."

Shanghai is so big, if he were to search the whole city, who knows when it would be finished.

Under the watchful eyes of the villagers, the helicopter slowly ascended and flew towards Shanghai. Only after it had flown a considerable distance did Zhao Yunting change direction and head towards Beijing.

With a thought, Li Mo'er appeared in the space with Old Man Zhang and Li Jun.

Old Zhang had just been curiously looking out the helicopter window. It was his first time flying, and from the sky, the villages looked like blocks of tofu.

Just as I was engrossed in watching, the scene before me suddenly changed, and I found myself on a stretch of black soil. The land stretched as far as the eye could see, and the rice paddies were golden yellow, with the rice ears bending the stalks under their weight.

Old Zhang was dumbfounded. He raised his hand and gave himself a big slap, thinking he was still half asleep.

Looking up into the distance, one sees rolling mountains, lush and green, a stark contrast to the grayish-white landscape seen from the helicopter.

He stared at Li Mo'er in disbelief and said, "Mo'er, am I still dreaming?"

Li Mo'er shook her head and said, "Grandpa Zhang, you're not dreaming. This is my space."

Old Zhang muttered to himself, "Space, what is that?"

Li Mo'er said, "You can think of it as my treasure, and this is the inside of the treasure."

Old Zhang's eyes widened in disbelief. Li Mo'er's words left him utterly dumbfounded. A treasure with a spatial dimension inside? Was this still the world he had lived in for the past sixty years?