Waste Strong Foundation

The rainy season came early this year, and the footprints of wild boars and wild badgers are hard to find; the river is soaring, and deer muntjacs do not often go to the river to drink water.

The torrential rain and strong wind caused a large area of ​​green seedlings to fall in the farmland before they matured. The old grain in the granary alone may not be able to survive the winter.

The issue of food hangs like a sharp sword in the hearts of the Xiong family and the Qi family.

Seeing that the players really don't eat or drink, they are envious of the gods' preference for this mysterious race, but also worry about their own future.

Two wet pheasants climbed over the wall, and the panda rolling in the mud puddle immediately knocked them down with a slap, and began to bite them.

Animals are animals.

Being raised by those foreigners for two months, it was very wild—after all, how could anyone like to raise such a ferocious beast.

Yehei took off the coir raincoat that had been drenched in the cold rain, shook the muddy water on his legs, and leaned against the haystack under the tower with three carps in his hand, waiting for his two companions to come back.The carp's mouth was pierced by him with bone needles and hemp rope one by one, and it was still wagging its tail and struggling, throwing water in his face.

Yehei is a slave, and he follows his mother's surname. He has been driven by priests for generations. When it was his turn, the old priest who served him suddenly disappeared.

Quite helpless.

You who are used to being slaves don't know how to get away without a rope around your neck.

He is one of the few slaves in Yanchi who live well. When Fei Mingqiu first took over, he was afraid of being liquidated. He ate three meals a day for half a month, read and wrote to participate in literacy... Now he is looking forward to it with all his heart. He's on the list for promotion to civilian next month.

Yehei got impatient and threw the still moving carp to the ground and threw it hard a few times.

The rain did not improve, but many strangers appeared in the city one after another.

The handsome ones, the pretty ones, the fat ones, and the really ugly ones.

Ye Hei rubbed his palms, "When will the two of them come back? It's raining heavily, it's freezing to death."

He has no regrets about his hometown, which is changing rapidly.

He had been in touch, and knew that these strangely dressed, bluffing strangers were better than all the nobles he had ever met.

okay".

Yehei has been involved in literacy literacy for a short time, and he can't think of a more noble and appropriate adjective for the time being.

Therefore, he faintly felt that everyone's worries about food were a little funny: with that alien priest here, the gods must be on their side.

The days will get better and better.

The figures of their companions appeared in the rain and fog, Ye Hei waved at them with a carp, and the three of them ran to the row of wooden houses in the west of the city despite the heavy rain.

He has never been to the Royal City, but there must be no other city in the world that treats slaves so well, allowing slaves to have their own homes.

If you really have nothing to eat, it’s a big deal to go back to eating one meal a day.

He simply thought everyone was just, uh what? "It is difficult to change from extravagance to frugality"?

right?

……

Fei Mingqiu had just returned and was helping Shang Yuan in the kitchen.

On a rainy day, old players were chatting in the forum, but the second batch of beta players received VR devices, and it was time for centralized login.

Busy, too busy.

As of noon today, the total number of people in the closed beta has exceeded [-], supported by the examples of the previous major version updates. Players are playing tricks and saying that planning and operation lose money and lose money to the point of squatting on the curb to eat box lunches, while asking for more The number of people online at the same time.

[Hey, we, Fei Zong, make games just for fun, it doesn’t matter if we make money or not~]

[Dreaming back to a certain game today, millions of Yin soldiers line up online ()]

[It's so crowded, @货物小工作室, hurry up and buy a server]

Faced with this kind of "public opinion pressure", Fei Mingqiu could only log on to his account and quietly replied "I'm buying it, I'm buying it".

It doesn't matter if you don't respond.

As soon as he responded, the player took it for granted that he was implying something, and it was clearly a warm-up, and immediately rushed to tell the public beta in the near future.

Fei Mingqiu: ...he hesitated to speak.

Whether the game size of "Waste" can be expanded smoothly is directly related to the radiation range of the so-called supernatural power [one thought, one answer].

He found that with the increase in the level of climbing in Tianmen, the ability to use one thought to restrain others' thinking becomes more and more convenient, and the number of people restrained is also increasing. However, at present, the number of people online has increased to about 4500 That's his limit.

Even because the symptoms of drowsiness are getting worse, if you want to use this supernatural power for a long time, be careful, and you will lose another two to three hundred people.

Go on like this...

Two months later, when the last batch of qualifications for the internal test were drawn, 3 people lined up to grab [-] positions every day—new and old players would all collapse.

Previously, it was basically due to Fuxi's generous gift of semi-divine power that he could jump three steps in a row and reach the sixth step.

Now if you want to continue to advance, you have to figure out your own way.

Simply relying on the meditation that Dayu said, I always feel... difficult to grasp, and the efficiency is very slow.

Fei Mingqiu was lost in thought, his hands kept moving, and he pushed the chopped taro tubers into the frying pan.

When the vegetable starch meets the hot lard, it crackles loudly, and a sweet fragrance bursts out instantly.

Shang Yuan bent his elbow and gently pushed him, "Give me the rest, you—forget it, go and serve the meal."

Fei Mingqiu, who had been splashed with hot oil several times, was kind and generous, and handed the wooden chopping board, taro, wild ginger, and white onion to Shang Yuan.

He was quite curious about why Shang Yuan could cook.

Upon hearing this, Shang Yuan took the steaming grilled fish out of the oven, and moved his fingers towards Fei Mingqiu, "The implantation procedure."

"..." Fei Mingqiu walked out with two bowls of steamed millet, then looked back at Shang Yuan's expression, "Really?"

Shang Yuan just looked at him, his eyes were stern and lazy, his peach blossom eyes flickered, and he suddenly raised his chin and said, "Eat."

After being surrounded by players all morning, Fei Mingqiu was very hungry, and when he smelled the tangy aroma of rice, he nodded happily.

He had had enough of the bad luck of his buoyant curiosity, and there was no point in asking.

That being said, when Fei Mingqiu took his seat, he glanced at Shang Yuan's right hand, and gently pushed the chopsticks to Shang Yuan's hand.

Shang Yuan's right hand resting on the edge of the table slowly rolled over the water stains on the table, and then held the wooden chopsticks.

Several days have passed since Yinglong's attack, but his hand has not fully recovered, and the ring finger is still silver-red.

……

Food is the paramount necessity of the people.The problem of eating is solved, and any troubles are not a problem.

Fei Mingqiu noticed the worries of the slaves, and slightly adjusted the daily tasks of the players, allowing them to share part of the food storage work.

Fortunately, players don't need to eat, otherwise, when the big flood comes, he really can't ensure that tens of thousands of people have enough rations.

It is a pity that the continuous rain flooded a large amount of farmland in the city, and more than a dozen rice seedlings that had just flowered began to rot from the roots, and it was hopeless.

Therefore, the wheat and rice seeds that the Lianshan Brothers later found were particularly precious.

It is best to build a large greenhouse, the foundation should be compacted and piled high, and the room is dry and warm, so that there is no fear of food shortage when winter comes.

In the 18th century, there was a modern greenhouse, and the basic material of the greenhouse was either plastic or glass.

Plastic - out of consideration for now.

It is not impossible to make glass, but heating raw materials requires high furnace temperature. If you can burn glass, you can also make iron and steel.

Bronze wares are too brittle to be used as agricultural tools or weapons, but sharp and hard iron wares are of course much better.

Wait, if you think about it this way, isn't it the conclusion that ironmaking is the most urgent and most suitable direction at the moment?

Will it be too soon?

Fei Mingqiu closed his eyes and entered the Tianmen, seeing light spots floating around, he said uncertainly: "Mountain God, is there?"