Picking Up Supreme Treasures in the Dream Realm-Chapter 587 - 372, Our ancestors never died

Tianfu Province.

Jindu City.

Since today was a day off, Wen Zehan did not go to work.

He sat upright at his desk, holding a copy of the "Supernatural Era" journal, reading it word by word.

Most of the content in the journal wasn’t related to his professional field, but he thought he might find some inspiration from it.

Although "Supernatural Era" had a cheaper electronic version, as a somewhat old-fashioned researcher, he still preferred to buy the paper version.

This was a new academic journal that emerged after the Age of Calamity, hosted by the famous Great Xia Superpower Research Institute.

Since its inception, it quickly became the top journal on Canglan Star, without exception.

The once-famous three major journals, CNS, were all left far behind by "Supernatural Era," so much so that even the taillights of the latter couldn’t be seen.

Because anyone with eyes could see that supernatural materials, supernatural technology, and supernatural powers were the future direction of development.

With only natural and no supernatural, even dogs wouldn’t bother to take a second look.

The hosts of CNS all launched similar journals to compete with Great Xia’s "Supernatural Era."

But the problem is, in academia, reputation and status are indeed useful, but more depends on results.

If there are many results and they’re impressive, that’s what matters!

Few results and they’re insufficient, that’s a failure!

Great Xia had already become a leader in the supernatural domain, with Great Xia researchers producing results in abundance.

Every issue of "Supernatural Era" is packed with substantial content.

If you glance at the contents of the supernatural journals published by CNS, you might think they contain impressive results.

But after taking a closer look at the content, it leaves people shaking their heads.

What nonsense?

Is this just clickbait?

The quality of these articles is at most only twenty percent of that of Great Xia People.

Also, a very important point, Great Xia’s "Supernatural Era" doesn’t behave selfishly like CNS.

In the past, publishing a paper in CNS would cost several thousand Carmenia Dollars in page fees.

Calculated at the exchange rate of 1:4 Carmenia Dollar to Xia Yuan, that’s at least thirty or forty thousand Xia Yuan.

When researchers submit to "Supernatural Era," not only are there no page fees, but the host also gives a large manuscript fee.

Under these factors, CNS became increasingly obsolete, and the three major journals lost their "legendary" status.

In the words of a popular saying on the internet, when the times abandoned CNS, it didn’t even say a word.

It is worth mentioning that as "Supernatural Era" became globally influential in the academic world, many researchers from other countries began to learn Great Xia Language.

"Click!"

Wen Zehan suddenly heard a sound at the front door.

He immediately knew it was definitely his wife returning from buying groceries at the underground shopping center.

Sure enough.

"Old Wen!"

His wife’s familiar voice rang out, with a hint of excitement.

As soon as Wen Zehan heard it, he knew she must have heard some big news and couldn’t wait to share it with him.

He took off his glasses and couldn’t help but smile and shake his head.

Since they began their relationship on the university campus, his wife’s temperament has never changed over the years.

"Bang!"

The door closed.

His wife’s voice came through again.

"I heard from the sales staff at the shopping center that the country is mobilizing resources to all regions at full strength.

"It’s said that the resources allocated this time are at least ten times the usual..."

Wen Zehan initially didn’t think much of it, but upon hearing this, his expression became serious.

He tucked the journal back into the drawer, walked quickly to the room’s entrance, and said to his busy wife: "Before the troops move, provisions lead the way; I guess another major disaster is coming."

His wife responded with a few "uh-huhs": "Yes, that’s what everyone is saying."

Seeing his wife’s calm demeanor, Wen Zehan suddenly recalled the past, feeling a bit sentimental.

He still remembered when the Age of Calamity first arrived, his wife often lamented, saying things like "I wish we had stored more provisions" and often struggled to sleep at night due to worry.

He tried his best to reassure her, saying they should trust the country, that Great Xia would undoubtedly have the capability to manage the crisis and would fully ensure the supply of provisions to the people.

The subsequent events proved his predictions.

Great Xia is now the safest country on Canglan Star, with the most abundant supply of provisions.

Wen Zehan walked over and glanced at the vegetables his wife brought back, exclaiming: "Huh, there’s fresh ginger for sale now?"

He remembered the first few months after the Great Xia Emergency Bill was implemented, it was impossible to buy spices like ginger and garlic.

About half a year later, the Business Communication platform started offering ginger powder and garlic powder, but the quota for ordinary people was very low, only 50 grams a month.

For researchers like him, the quota was only 80 grams, so he had to use it sparingly while cooking.

Unexpectedly, fresh ginger was now available, which indicated that Great Xia had completely resolved the food supply issue; otherwise, indoor farms wouldn’t be growing ginger.

His wife nodded: "Yesterday there wasn’t any at the shopping center, but today it suddenly appeared."

She casually assigned a task: "Old Wen, cut a small piece of ginger later and peel it."

Wen Zehan responded with a "hmm."

His wife reminded him again: "Be careful when peeling, make sure not to get the juice in your eyes."

Wen Zehan was puzzled for a moment: "Why?"

He immediately realized: "Is this a newly cultivated variety?"

His wife nodded: "The sales staff said this ginger is called ’Wind Dispelling Ginger,’ it’s much spicier than regular ginger, so be sure not to add too much when cooking.