Chapter 15 Quota
"Little monkey, let's go home."
Returning to his car, Zhou Cheng gently rubbed the head of the already somewhat restless little monkey, started the car, and drove towards the area where young people lived.
In the twilight years, houses are very cheap even in the capital city, and on average a young person only needs one month's salary to buy one.
After not visiting for a few months, the room was already covered with dust.
After a quick clean, a good shower, and a change of clean clothes, Zhou Cheng went out to do some shopping.
Returning home again, Zhou Cheng slumped on the sofa, looking at the night view outside the window. He opened a bottle of drink, gulped down a big gulp, and burped contentedly.
The little monkey looked at the scene with curiosity and squeaked twice. Zhou Cheng poured out some drink and handed it to the little monkey.
The little monkey took a sip, and its small face curled up in comfort. Zhou Cheng couldn't help laughing.
Have a good night's sleep.
The next morning, Zhou Cheng drove to the only university on Earth, the University of Humanity.
Not only universities, but in the current human civilization, there is only one kindergarten, one primary school, and one middle school.
Because the human world only thaws a few hundred embryos each year, and only a few hundred babies are born each year, barely enough to maintain the continuity of generations. One school per stage is completely sufficient.
After parking the car, Zhou Cheng slowly walked along the huge campus until he came to a three-story building near the edge of the school.
This place is already on the edge of the school, and it's rarely visited. The ground here is also different from the rest of the school. The road has been in disrepair for a long time and weeds have grown out of it. There is also some garbage scattered on the ground that no one has picked up.
Even the building was full of age, with some mold spots appearing on the walls.
This is where the only archaeological team of human civilization is stationed today.
Arriving at an office, Zhou Cheng knocked gently on the door.
"Enter."
Zhou Cheng pushed open the door and saw Professor Wang Liyun.
She is now in her 60s and her hair has turned gray, but it is neatly groomed and not at all messy.
Seeing Zhou Cheng, Wang Liyun was a little surprised: "Ah Cheng is here? Come and sit down. Where have you been recently? I haven't seen you for a long time."
At the beginning, Zhou Cheng minored in archaeology and studied under Professor Wang Liyun.
"Hello, Teacher Wang. During this period..."
Zhou Cheng recounted his experiences during this period. Finally, he said, "The World Government has decided to launch a comprehensive excavation of the Yangjiagou site, but archaeology isn't just a simple construction project. So..."
Archaeology is also a highly specialized matter that requires sufficiently professional archaeological team members to direct on-site operations.
Where to dig and where not to dig, and what method to use, all require professional personnel to decide.
A strange light appeared in Wang Liyun's eyes.
"You're saying that you've basically confirmed that the ancestors of the Yangjiagou tribe, like us, also lost their fertility?"
"At least 70% to 80% sure."
"A great discovery, a great discovery..."
Wang Liyun was filled with emotion: "We didn't discover this when we investigated there seven years ago."
After a pause, Wang Liyun asked, "How many people do you need?"
The current archaeological team consists of only 23 people. Three of them are disabled and can only use wheelchairs, six are frail and suffering from various illnesses, and only 14 people are barely healthy, but they are also old and frail.
"If possible, I hope all 14 teachers, including you, will go."
"14 people?"
Wang Liyun seemed a little surprised.
Zhou Cheng sighed and said, "If it's not convenient, 10 people will also be fine."
Wang Liyun slowly shook her head. "No, Ah Cheng, you misunderstood me. I mean, for this operation...are there only 14 spots allocated to the archaeological team?"
Zhou Cheng raised his head and looked at her with some confusion.
Wang Liyun said, "I mean, if possible, include all of us."
Zhou Cheng was shocked and asked, "Teacher Sun, Professor Li, and the others, can their bodies hold up?"
Wang Liyun stood up and said with some regret: "Zhou Cheng, you are still young and you don't understand.
Our civilization has declined to the point of extinction. We who study archaeology have become the fringe of the fringe.
I have studied archaeology all my life, but it turns out to be useless. Haha.
Your other teachers and I are all burning with anger...
Yes, the possibility of key clues being buried at the Yangjiagou site is indeed very low, and the world government cannot pay too much for it. After all, there are still so many people in the cradle who need to survive.
But we old guys in the archaeological team are different. We don't care whether we live or die. What we care about is whether the things we have learned are still useful and whether they can make any contribution to our civilization.
Ah Cheng, you don't understand. For the past few decades, we've watched others charge forward towards the catastrophe, willingly dedicating their lives to it without regrets, while we, archaeologists, can only watch from the sidelines. That feeling, Ah Cheng, you don't understand..."
She turned around and looked at Zhou Cheng steadily: "Now, Ah Cheng, you have put this opportunity in front of us. Tell me... can we let it go?"
"Liyun, are there guests? Oh, Ah Cheng is here. Long time no see. What have you been busy with for so long?"
It’s Professor Zheng Yunong.
He is not in good health and usually can only move around in a wheelchair.
Wang Liyun smiled and said, "Yes, Ah Cheng also brought us good news."
After recounting the events of Yangjiagou, Professor Zheng Yunong's expression gradually became serious and his breathing became faster.
"Everybody come out!"
"Hey, what's going on, Lao Zheng? Who offended you?"
"Exactly. It's rare to see Old Zheng so angry."
An elderly archaeologist walked out of his room and came to Professor Wang Liyun's office.
Zheng Yunong was shaking with anger, and pointed at Zhou Cheng with one trembling arm: "Acheng, he, Acheng, he..."
"Ah Cheng, how did you make Lao Zheng angry? Apologize quickly."
"Ah Cheng, your teacher Zheng is in poor health and can't stand being bullied, so just give in."
"Old Zheng, don't be so angry, slow down, slow down..."
Zheng Yunong gritted his teeth and recounted the entire incident.
The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became solemn.
The old professors who had originally had kind faces and were persuading Professor Zheng Yunong and comforting Zhou Cheng became serious.
Professor Sun Jie, who was also sitting in a wheelchair, looked at Zhou Cheng solemnly: "You want to abandon us old guys who are in poor health and only take them who are in good health to Yangjiagou?"
Professor Mo Weizhong coughed and said, "Ah Cheng, the teachers taught you with all their heart and soul, but you did this today. It's really... cough cough, hey...
You're hurting people by doing this..."
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