Brother, just how powerful is our family?

"What brings you here today?" He sat down opposite Li Weiguo, picked up his teacup, and took a sip. "Didn't you say your group had a simulation training session today?"

"It's over for the morning." Li Weiguo waved his hand. "I'm off this afternoon, so I came out for a stroll."

Wang Jianguo nodded and looked out the window.

Outside the window is that antique-style pedestrian street.

The streets were bustling with people. Besides the soldiers in their black uniforms, there were people in other colors: light blue support staff, white medical personnel, and...

His gaze fell on a group of young women dressed in various colors.

The women were of various types: some had blonde hair and blue eyes, some had black hair and yellow skin, some were tall, some were petite, some walked by in groups of three or five, and some sat alone on benches along the street.

"What are you looking at?" Li Weiguo followed his gaze, smiled, and said, "Missing your sister-in-law?"

Wang Jianguo looked away, shook his head, and didn't reply.

Li Weiguo didn't press the matter and continued drinking his tea.

After a while, Wang Jianguo suddenly spoke:

"Weiguo, do you think the children will still recognize us when we go back?"

Li Weiguo paused for a moment while holding the teacup.

children.

His daughter was only seven years old when he left.

She should be twelve years old now.

Five years.

Traveling at ten times the speed of light, time is normal. Their five years are also five years on Earth.

Niu Niu grew from seven to twelve years old.

Five years later, she will be seventeen.

Five years from now—

Li Weiguo took a deep breath and put down his teacup:

"I recognize it."

His voice was firm:

"Even fifty years from now, she'll still recognize my face."

Wang Jianguo looked at him, smiled, and didn't expose that thin layer of strength.

In the tea room, two veterans silently drank their tea.

Outside the window, women dressed in various colors continued to walk by in twos and threes.

Those women were the logistics personnel recruited five years ago from Paradise Island, the Eastern Special Zone, the North Mi Special Zone, and other parts of the world.

One million people.

They have their own cabins, their own living quarters, and their own work arrangements.

Nobody calls them "JJ".

The official title is "logistics support personnel".

More formally, it was the "Expeditionary Force Psychological and Life Support Corps".

But everyone knew what they were there for.

It's clearly stated in the agreement.

Their work includes, but is not limited to, providing psychological counseling, emotional support, and daily care to the soldiers of the expeditionary force, as well as any services that help alleviate the mental stress of long voyages.

To put it more bluntly: to provide a place for those young warriors, whose boundless energy, honed through three rounds of genetic optimization, to relax.

Genetic optimization enhances more than just lifespan and strength.

There is also desire.

During long interstellar voyages, without an outlet for pent-up energy, that energy turns into restlessness, restlessness into friction, friction into conflict, and conflict into…

Three and a half million young men live in enclosed spaces.

That was a scene that would give any commander nightmares.

So, they came.

One million women.

With their bodies, they provided a pressure relief valve for these 3.5 million soldiers.

Simple, direct, and effective.

Of course, everything comes at a price.

The most direct cost is the risk of pregnancy.

One million young women and three and a half million energetic young men living together in a completely enclosed space—the consequences of doing nothing are predictable.

It's not that I can't have children.

They cannot be allowed to give birth.

Pregnancy means being unable to work for at least a year.

This means that additional medical resources are needed.

This means that in the future, we will have to deal with the identity issues of those children. Those children have the blood of the Chinese people flowing in their veins, but half of them also comes from the blood of those "service personnel".

The Yanhuang civilization would not accept such a child.

Because the citizens of the Yanhuang civilization can only be pure descendants of Yanhuang.

This is a matter of principle.

Therefore, it is necessary to curb it at the source.

The medical team offered the most direct solution: a long-acting contraceptive implant.

All logistics personnel underwent subcutaneous implantation before boarding the ship.

It's a device the size of a grain of rice, implanted on the inside of the upper arm, that continuously releases trace amounts of hormones, providing effective contraception for five years.

Five years later, it can be replaced with a new one.

If you wish to have children, the amniotic fluid can be removed at any time.

But for the vast majority of people on this voyage, no one will take it out.

Because getting pregnant means losing your job. Losing your job means losing your income.

Losing income means that all the lucrative rewards from this long journey have vanished.

No one would do something so foolish.

Therefore, in the past five years, there has never been a single case of unintended pregnancy in the medical room of the logistics service section.

Only the occasional cold or fever, the occasional bumps and scrapes, the occasional...

Psychological problems.

"Next."

Inside the medical pod, a female doctor in a white uniform called out without looking up.

A young woman walked in and sat down in front of her.

The female doctor looked up and glanced at her.

She was a girl who looked like she came from Japan, in her early twenties, with delicate features, but her eyes were slightly red.

"Where does it hurt?"

The girl lowered her head, remained silent for a moment, and then whispered:

"I can't sleep."

"How long has it been?"

"Half a month."

The female doctor nodded, turned on the holographic screen, and brought up her file.

Yuko. 24 years old. From the Special Region of Japan. Occupation before boarding the ship: Nightclub hostess. Date of boarding: 5 years and 3 months ago. Work record: Normal.

"Something on your mind?"

Yuko remained silent.

The female doctor waited a moment, then changed her question:

"What unpleasant thing happened?"

Yuko's eyes reddened again.

After a while, she whispered:

"He...was transferred."

The female doctor raised an eyebrow slightly:

"Who?"

Yuko shook her head and did not say her name.

The female doctor understood.

This kind of thing is not uncommon in the logistics service section.

Those young soldiers and those young women, during the long voyage, inevitably developed a certain... attachment.

Especially for those service personnel who are frequently assigned to the same warship and the same compartment, over time, some inappropriate emotions will inevitably arise between them and their regular "customers".

The female doctor sighed:

"You all must have read the terms when you signed the agreement, right?"

Yuko nodded.

"What does Article 3 of the terms say?"

"Service personnel and expeditionary force members must not establish any private relationships that go beyond their working relationship. In the event of an emotional entanglement, both parties must undergo psychological evaluation, and their job positions or service recipients will be adjusted based on the evaluation results."