Chapter 54: Thinking Too Much about Farming Players

At night, the moonlight is broken.

The village of crazy wise men.

Renzo had changed into a set of fitted clothes that Lind had brought for him and was sitting quietly on the roof.

He said nothing, just watched the group of weirdos moving around below.

Anyone with a healthy brain should know that the night does not belong to rational creatures.

Disasters, mutant freaks, crazy wise men... that's their world.

But this group of people didn't care at all, they were tireless and worked like crazy.

Every night a thin mist would blow in from the west, and the cold wind would hit Renzo's body, making him tremble slightly, and it also reminded him of the scene of separation from his loved ones.

"Night, will die"

"Fog, deadly"

"The sun only has light without warmth"

"We no longer have a God to pray to..."

In the past, Renzo sometimes envied the crazy wise men. Although these people were crazy and turned into zombies wrapped in flesh, compared with them, wasn't he just knowing who he was?

There was a flickering blood-red light in Renzo's eyes. If anyone suddenly looked up at the roof at night, they would definitely be startled by the pair of blood-red eyes that flickered.

The fields in the Mad Sage Village were fertile, and Renzo was well aware of that.

But don’t forget that farmland that can grow mutated crops must be a disaster shadow area, which means that disasters are likely to occur in such places.

There is nothing wrong with the crazy wise men wandering around here, but it might be bad for the weirdos who exude a strong breath of life.

If something really goes wrong, will you help out?

Swearing allegiance to the nobles is Renzo's mission and also the proof that he is still alive. Since he doesn't know what he can do, he will hand himself over to the nobles and let them use him like a weapon.

But when he showed this intention, Lind directly refused and said, "Aren't you going to Goliath? You can definitely go, don't worry, it won't take too long... You don't have to work for me, the people under me are much more useful than you think."

Renzo thought that his ability was pretty good, but the noble lord didn't take him seriously at all.

"What is that?" Renzo noticed that the weirdos below seemed to have made something a little special.

Is it a special farm tool?
A special farm tool made of wood.

There is a box on top and two wheels underneath.

The front wheels are large and have "spikes", while the rear wheels are tilted.

Renzo looked carefully and was indeed attracted by the strange and special farm tools. He saw a man pouring seeds into a box and then pushing the strange farm tools forward.

All the way through, nothing happened?
wrong!

Renzo looked carefully and found traces on the farmland they had passed through. Every time the front wheels dug a hole in the farmland, the tilted wheels at the back would rotate by rubbing against the ground, covering the hole with loose soil.

So, how are the seeds planted?

Renzo was puzzled.

Although he did not farm, he had seen crazy wise men who followed their instincts to farm. Whether they used a hoe or their hands to dig, it was a very time-consuming and laborious task.

Looking at that group of weirdos, they were surprisingly relaxed.

"The soil here is just like what De Ge'er said. It's like sand. Not to mention nutrients, it can't even retain much water."

"Just be thankful. If it weren't for this kind of land, would our hand-pushed roller seeder be useful?"

"makes sense!"

Listening to the immortals chatting, Renzo thought to himself, "Drill? It's a farm tool indeed."

Although he was very curious, he just thought it was just a clever trick of weirdos, just like a hoe, there was no difference in essence, they were all just for growing food.

I looked up at the sky and saw broken moonlight scattered. It was still quite cold at night.

……

"Huh, we've finally finished planting!"

She sat down on the ground in a shabby manner without any image.

Most of the undead who were farming this time did not have the starting capital and land, so they chose to rent it from the lord and then repay it with the harvest.

The repayment is not based on proportion, but on weight.

In other words, if what they grow is not valuable enough, not only will they work for nothing, but they will also owe rent for the land and the cost of seeds. Their subsequent options are to kill Lind to settle the debt or run away.

There are many talented players, and there is a craftsman who, after discovering that the physics engine of this world is almost identical to that of the real world, created a seed drill. Pushing the seed drill will undoubtedly increase the planting speed several times, but there is one thing: the rental fee is too high.

The sunk costs are so high that people in Niao Niao are unwilling to leave the Crazy Sage Village, for fear that their land will be dug up by something, not only resulting in failure but also owing a lot of debts.

"I worked to pay off my mortgage in the real world, and now I have to work to pay off my mortgage in the game."

When he finally had a chance to relax, he discovered with horror that he was actually a chosen worker and there would always be endless work to do, especially when he remembered that he still had several game guides to write!
The night was long and no other sound could be heard except the whistling of the cold wind.

In the lonely farmland, only the neighboring undead people were chatting with each other. They were in the same place as Niao Niao, wanting to confirm the growth rate of the seeds with their own eyes so that they would have time to do other things. In addition, the road was unsafe at night and they were reluctant to log off, so they might as well sit on the edge of the field and chat.

"Ah——!" A sudden scream was heard, scaring the undead farmers so much that they trembled and stood up instinctively.

Swords were unsheathed and the undead gathered together spontaneously.

The flames flickered restlessly, shaking the eyes of the undead.

Only the sound was heard but no trace was seen. The sudden attack surprised everyone.

"Who just died?"

Although the sixty undead players are divided into small groups, they are all connected to each other. As long as they are sure who has gotten into trouble, the news will be easy to investigate.

"It's not us, it's the villagers." Someone seemed to have spotted the crime scene.

"Enemy attack?"

The undead man in heavy armor shrugged, and the plates on his body collided with each other, making a heavy sound. "It's definitely not one of us."

"Let's go and take a look together!"

“No, I just saw it,” someone ran over, “It was a skeleton that did it, smashing the villager’s head.”

"Burning Legion?"

"It could also be a necromancer."

Although everyone was joking, their expressions were serious.

They have to protect the farmland where the seeds have just been planted, otherwise all their efforts will be wasted.

"It seems that we are lucky and have encountered an unexpected plot." Niao Niao smiled and said, "Before, I was thinking that farming would be too boring if it was just about farming. I didn't expect that this game would not disappoint me and would also add random enemy encounters."

There are so many ways to play the game, which makes players excited.

But their reactions turned into confusion in Renzo's eyes.

When disaster strikes, instead of being afraid, you are eager to try. Why?

Until one of the undead suddenly shouted, "Didn't they say that the one who did it was a skeleton? What's that thing with a fresh cut on its neck?!"

The headless corpse of a crazy wise man in a black robe staggered towards this side.

"Could this be the shadow of disaster?"

A brave undead rushed over and chopped it down with one sword.

The headless corpse fell to the ground.

"Damn, Gilmore has so much experience!"

"Here it comes again, over there!" But this time no undead would be afraid, because they all heard those words.

Lots of experience!
That means the quick hand gets the reward.

Knowing that farming is boring for us, the production team arranged farmland encounters for us, allowing us to protect the farmland and fight monsters to level up. The production team has really considered too much for the farming players.

So touched!
"Damn it! This monster is heading for my field. It's my monster!"

"It's just a slip of the hand, buddy. Besides, these monsters are very high level and it's hard to deal with them alone. Don't get too excited. It's just a game. I'll let you be the next one."

“Help me, my good brother, please help me!…Okay, my health is low, it’s my turn!”

Renzo, who was sitting on the roof, was completely confused as to why these people were not afraid but excited instead.

And he also heard something that made his head itchy and he couldn't understand it.

“This is a gift!”

Could it be that I didn't actually obtain the insane fire, but had gone crazy without knowing it? Otherwise, why would I hear such a strange sentence.

Below, the fighting was still going on, but the undead were not defending, but attacking frantically.

"Farming is so cool, I want to be a farmer for life! Even Jesus can't stop me, I say!"

(End of this chapter)