Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

If any organization composed of living people tried to solve the deadly wood carvings hidden in the Red Wall Farm, they would inevitably suffer heavy casualties.

If you enter the door, you will be "cursed". The frequency of curse killings is so high that a person can be killed in a few minutes. With this threshold alone, 99% of organizations can't handle it.

Even if an organization can find the baby woodcarving isolated by the wooden bed under the pressure of the curse, the law of the woodcarving's direct-looking death is a natural moat... luckily, someone almost took out the woodcarving directly, and the entire group may be wiped out.

Such a dangerous and deadly sealed item, if it were not for the natural disasters projected from across the plane, it would have been able to kill a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​​​blood in the Red Wall Farm——

Then the goose players came, so there was no more.

The phantom called out the "high price" of 800 copper coins, and Miaobi Shenghua, who didn't have enough cash, could only regret the PASS. After the issue of the ownership of the sealed item was settled, the players continued to search for the Red Wall Farm.

This time, in addition to finding out and erasing the ghosts and monsters hidden in every corner, the players also took a little bit of the business of stealing sheep...

It must be known that the investigator "Goldfish" and the other five survivors fled from here in a hurry, with life threats on their heads, and they had no energy to clean up; after that, the threat of disasters on the farm gradually deteriorated over time, and even worse. No one dared to come within a kilometer of the farm.

In other words, there are many valuable things in this mansion with red walls...

A few hours later, the undead came out of the farm with large bags and packed into the carriage.

The rewarding players were anxious to cash out the collected items (sell them to Lao Yang for recycling). They got off the carriage and did not return to Inadoli under the strong request of everyone, but went straight to Westem.

At dawn, this caravan full of undead and valuable goods drove into the city of Westham...

When the caravan full of undead passed by the main road in the town, Sam Hank, who was replacing the roof tiles of a building along the street, lifted his straw hat with dust-proof gauze on his head and glanced at the road.

Sam was used to seeing undead, but Sam's younger brother was obviously still a little uncomfortable, subconsciously shrank back.

Sam glanced at his younger brother, and said in a low voice while laying tiles: "Calm down, Paul, they won't do anything to us."

Paul Hanke reluctantly nodded his head, and continued to work on his work.

Sam was a little annoyed at his younger brother Paul's timid behavior, not even daring to express his true thoughts to his own brother, but he didn't say anything more after all.

Today is the sixth day that Hank's family came to Westham following the convoy.

Six days ago, when the messy convoy entered Westham, the families of all the soldiers were extremely disturbed by this strange town...

Whether it was the rumors about Westem that they had heard immediately in Inador, or the fact that there were undead in this town that all the soldiers admitted with their own mouths, it made the former citizens who were accustomed to a stable life feel hopeless. .

Fortunately, Mr. Rex, the lord, showed enough enthusiasm for them who were exiled by Inadoli—he allocated an entire alley north of Martin Street to the soldiers and their families. It has been in disrepair for a long time, but it is better than living in no fixed place.

Familiar families live on the left and right, and the daily bustling market on Martin Street has made the families of these soldiers feel more at ease; in addition, the former boss of the soldiers, Mr. Wagner Pitt, ran back and forth to help them and Their families arranged jobs, which gradually gave them the confidence to live here for a long time.

But Westem also has its imperfections, such as... the undead that can be seen on the street from time to time, ostentatiously ostentatiously passing through the city.

These undead not only come and go freely in human towns where they shouldn't appear, but they also do similar jobs like them—several parts of the construction site for rebuilding the main avenue in the town belong to undead!

And the people of Westham turned a blind eye to such a strange and terrifying situation!

If it weren't for the cheap salt, sugar, spices, tofu and other foods that greatly reduced the cost of living, and each family got a new job, there would have been deserters in the family long ago.

Sam and his brother replaced the tiles on the roof of the entire small building, and then used a simple lifting device to move the old tiles down and put them on a trolley. The male town hall clerk who was in charge of the construction site stood at the other end of the construction site. Waved at them: "It's lunch time, Brother Hank, come here and wash your hands, and go get the work meal."

"Okay, sir." Jim took off his gauze cap and shook off the dust, waved his hand to signal his younger brother to follow, and walked over first.

People who work as temporary workers on the construction site can get a free lunch. It is said that this is a newly added benefit that Mr. Rex considers for women who earn wages like the men in the family-if free lunches are not provided, these Women have to finish their morning work early and go home to cook food, reducing work efficiency.

Temporary workers need to arrange their own staff to go to the town hall to pick up their lunch. On the first day Hank brothers came to this construction site, the job of picking up lunch for the workers fell to them. Tall, strong and powerful, he pays more attention to personal hygiene than other workers.

It was the same today, the two brothers carefully patted the dust off their clothes, washed their hands by the well outside the construction site, took the barrels and wooden basins containing food, and headed to the town hall at the end of the main road in the town.

On the way, Sam met many of his former colleagues—these soldiers brought out by Wagner Pete are very trusted by the clerks at various construction sites, and they are all responsible for the very important work of receiving meals just like Sam.

"I don't know what's delicious today. It would be great if we could have fried chicken drumsticks wrapped in flour and eggs like yesterday." A young soldier licked his lips and said, "We didn't eat it when we were prisoners. It’s more difficult to eat good things now than before.”

"After all, the work to be done now is much easier than before. If we really want to continue to eat the kind of food that rich people can afford, I still dare not eat it." A veteran said with a smile.

"If you want to eat meat, I think the most cost-effective is the 'dumplings' at the deli." Sam said, "Unfortunately, there is only Lika in the deli now, and she is too busy. The dumplings cooked every day are limited, and it is always difficult to get them. .”

"Yes." Others echoed, "Brook and the undead lady are not here, and the deli sells a lot less."

When Sam's younger brother Paul heard these brothers' brothers say so, his expression was a little complicated...

"By the way, have you heard?" the veteran said, "The town hall is going to recruit officers, what are your plans?"

"I have already asked the clerk at my place to help me sign up." Sam said immediately, "The house our family was allocated is too dilapidated, and I need to earn some money to repair the roof as soon as possible."

"Me too." Another soldier said, "There must be a lot of people who signed up, and I don't know if it will be successful...Let's try our luck first."

"It would be great if we could ask Lieutenant Pete to speak for us." A young soldier lamented, "The lieutenant seems to have friendship with Mr. Lowell and Mr. Yang. His words may be useful."

"If you don't bother the lieutenant, it's better not to go."

Several veterans among them immediately shook their heads and objected, saying:

"I heard that Mr. Rowell's condition is not good recently, and he hasn't been out for many days. When I met the lieutenant near the deli the day before yesterday, although he didn't say it clearly, I could see that he was worried."

"Yeah, the lieutenant never let us know how much pressure he was under. We can do things ourselves, so don't bother him."

"I just said it casually..." The young soldier muttered shyly, "If that's the case, just pretend I didn't say it."

While chatting, the soldiers came to the town hall.

In the courtyard of the town hall, the side where the carriage was parked was cleared out, a row of simple brick stoves was built, and a large semi-outdoor kitchen was built.

In this large open-air kitchen, busy around the stove are all the families of the soldiers—they work for Ms. Mia, who is in charge of logistics scheduling. In addition to preparing lunch for the temporary workers on the main road in the town, they are also in charge of the shelter. three meals for the militia prisoners, and auxiliary procurement.

Hanke’s brother’s mother, Mrs. Hank, is a very capable lady. She won the trust of Ms. Mia and became the “little leader” of the family members within less than a week of participating in group work. When she saw the soldiers with wooden barrels coming , I waved the spatula all the way: "Boys, hurry up and line up!"

Sam was very happy that his mother could adapt to the new job. He pulled his younger brother into the queue and smirked at Mrs. Hank from a distance.

Mrs. Hank glared at him, muttered "silly boy", and waved the spatula more briskly.

For the soldiers who have enjoyed the "model prisoner's working meal", the food cooked by their family members is really not on the table... But who would not support the labor of their relatives, even if the thick soup is always salty or The food is light and the dishes are always messy, which makes people lose their appetite and no one complains.

But today's dishes are obviously different from those in the past.

When the soldier at the front raised the bucket to allow Mrs. Hank to put food in the bucket, he was surprised to find that the food scooped up by the big spatula looked familiar!

Although the eggplant is cut irregularly and the color is not as beautiful as the serious "model prisoner working meal" once eaten, at least it can be recognized from the appearance that this is the most popular dish besides meat, and everyone who has eaten it All have endless aftertastes... braised eggplant!

"Did you also cook today's food, Mrs. Hank?" The soldier obviously didn't know how to speak, so he said this in a daze.

"Of course, Little Locke." Mrs. Hank said proudly, "This is a new dish that I, your mother, sister, and several wives have worked hard to learn together. I promise you will never forget it after eating it!"

The soldier named Little Locke was even more surprised: "My mother and sister will also do this?"

A lady who was squatting behind the stove and cleaning the pot looked up and said fiercely: "Are you suspecting that your mother and I can't do it? Locke!"

"No, no." Little Locke shook his head quickly.

Today's side dish is the braised eggplant that the soldiers have eaten, and the main course is a thick noodle soup cooked with potatoes and a little chicken, green vegetables, and that kind of weird curved noodles.

Compared with the square wheat bran bread that they ate in rotation, the soldiers obviously preferred thick noodle soup, and each filled the wooden barrels they brought, and these soldiers happily ran back to the construction site to share with the workers.

Mrs. Hank and a group of family members are no less idle than soldiers doing heavy work. They divide the leftover food, quickly fill their stomachs, clean the kitchen utensils quickly, and clean up the surrounding area of ​​the large open kitchen. Jing, as if in a hurry, ran into the town hall building in a hurry.

In the large conference room on the first floor, Ms. Mia was already waiting for them.

"Everyone has worked hard, and you have to listen carefully to the class today, and practice after returning home tonight, and try to come up with one or two new dishes tomorrow." Ms. Mia smiled while distributing small azalea badges to the family members Encouragement, "Mrs. Hank, you will still collect the badges after class, so don't lose them."

"Okay, Ms. Mia." Mrs. Hank said respectfully.

The family members who received the badges sat in a row, and Mia went to the back of the crowd, and adjusted a very weird machine that Mrs. Hank, who had been in contact with many middle-class families, had never seen before.

Soon, this strange machine emitted a beam of light, projecting a picture as clear as a moving photo on the wall in front of the seats of the family members.

This moving picture, and the sound came out:

"Hello everyone, I'm Wang Gang. In this video, I will share with you a home-cooked dish..."