Conquer Another World From the Beginning of the Game

Chapter Eighty Eight

Can the food given by the undead be eaten?

If it is the gentlemen who have been left on the street and have enough fat on their bodies, they will definitely refuse. A hungry meal or two is really nothing to them who are used to eating good things.

If it’s an ordinary person, there’s no need to talk about this issue...not to mention low-level prostitutes~women, the “productive” people who run family hotels like the Doyles also eat wormy cheese and “busy hair”. "The black bread.

The reason is that Westham's local food is insufficient.

In Westham and surrounding villages, 80% of the land is mountainous, and the arable land is less than 5% of the total land.

5% of the arable land area is a bit miserable, but considering that the total population of the entire town of Westham and the surrounding villages is less than 20,000 people, it is reasonable to say that more than 200 hectares of arable land is not difficult to feed such a small number of people- But there is no abuse of chemical fertilizers in this world.

Without chemical fertilizers, pesticides, and intensive cultivation, it is conceivable that the yield per mu can be smashed...The grain (wheat, corn, soybeans, potatoes) produced on all the land can only barely reach 60% with the addition of the self-supply rate. At least 40% of the food gap needs to be made up from other places.

In areas where road construction is underdeveloped, the transportation costs will be higher. Westham is only 40 kilometers away from the nearest large city Inadri, which is not too far, but Inadri’s food is pulled to Wister. In Mulai, a 10% to 20% price increase is also inevitable...In other words, the cost of living in Westem is inherently higher than in other regions.

To make matters worse, the mayor of Westham has been in power for more than forty years, and his only "political achievement" was to turn Westham from a poor border town into a gold-selling cave for drunken gold fans.

A large number of pleasure-seeking merchants have brought a lot of money, and indirectly raised the price of Westham-four copper coins elsewhere can buy a bottle of the cheapest corn rum, in Westham Six; three copper coins in other places can buy a catty of brown bread, in Westham you can buy four to five; in other places 30 copper coins can buy a small pot of butter, Westham wants Thirty-eight.

Except for the vegetables that the surrounding vegetable farmers often bring into the town to sell, the vegetables are quite cheap, and the prices of other daily necessities in Westham are more than 20% higher than those of other places.

As for spices... don’t think too much about it. Even in Inadri, spices are a luxury item. Westemers can ensure that the salt is not too weak when cooking the soup, so they have a good standard of living — —Many housewives are good at making tomato sauce, just to add flavor with the sourness of tomato sauce to reduce the consumption of butter.

Looking at the problem from a strange perspective, it means that the Westem people are living what some Chinese people think are extremely environmentally friendly, original ecology, extremely healthy and cultivating life. They are not like the Chinese people who use heavy oil and salt, and there is no European and American abuse of sugar. What's wrong, the average life expectancy must be at least 120 years old...

But, if you really want to ask the Westem people if they want to exchange their super healthy life of immortality with Huaxia people's heavy oil, heavy salt, and the daily use of spices... They must be extremely willing.

Convenient fabric bag + half a bowl of thick soup cooked with concentrated stock powder. About 50% of the solids are well-cooked potato chips, fried noodles that are boiled to expand, and leafy greens that go hand in hand. They have a small appetite due to old age. Mrs. Doyle had a lot of trouble, and it was solved in five minutes.

After eating, the old lady was still holding the bowl and couldn’t bear to put it down. She couldn’t help but said, “This delicious soup is actually used to boil potatoes and greens. Go in the lotus root...Ah, I should save some soup, old man, have you finished it too?"

Mr. Doyle embarrassedly showed the empty bowl in the direction of his wife...

He is a few years older than Mrs. Doyle, and his sense of taste has deteriorated even more severely. He has not been able to taste the taste of food for several years. The thick soup that stimulates his taste buds cannot stop at all.

Not to mention the other seven young people, the glass bowls in their hands were cleaner than the ones they had washed.

"Madam, these people are...good people!" Chris, a simple country dairy farmer, had water in his eyes.

Mrs. Doyle, who had just been happy to eat something good, suddenly changed her face... It didn't look like Chris was so purely happy.

Based on Mrs. Doyle's life experience, it is clear that the food they get is the spice in the thick soup is very valuable.

A group of weird undead, a few suspicious men (Hal and the others are really not like good people), controlled Westham, and gave them such a generous food... These guys, in the end What plot does Sturm have?

Mrs. Doyle did not express her concern. She smiled and asked Chris to help her clean the dishes, and then asked the old man to take the tenants upstairs and sent everyone away. This old woman was deeply talented. He took a breath, gathered courage, and opened the door of his house alone.

Just stepping out the door... Mrs. Doyle saw two undead standing near her door, turning their skulls, and four black holes looked at her.

Mrs. Doyle squeezed her apron nervously, holding her breath subconsciously.

The two undead didn't pay much attention to her, and quickly withdrew their sights.

Mrs. Doyle quietly wiped off her cold sweat, and then turned her head to look for those who handed out the meals...

The two tricycles pulling the cauldrons have already divided the meals to the back of a dozen or so stores. Because they saw that the people in front were taking the meals, the people who had been sitting at the windows and watching even consciously prepared the tableware and stood in advance. Waiting at the door.

No matter how much money Westham earns, it has nothing to do with these low-level prostitutes~women~men~ prostitutes, whether it is low-end pubs and strip shows, or high-end clubs, in order to ensure that these people are obedient enough, There is absolutely no physical harm to the guests, even if they eat more of a vegetable leaf, they must be prepared to be taught.

Some people distributed food to them without any strings attached. These people didn't rob it, but because they were all too weak and the undead were too scary.

Mrs. Doyle stood quietly at the door, watching the team after sending one house to the next one, until the cauldron was lifted to pour the soup, obviously there was not much food left in the pot, and then came back.

Mrs. Doyle squeezed her apron nervously, telling herself in her heart countless times not to be afraid, not to escape... Until the group passed by the door of her hotel, she plucked up the courage to move forward, piled up a bright smile, and asked the leader "Hello, dear sir, my name is Watts Doyle, and I really appreciate the food you have given me. Can I help too?"

Rex glanced at the brave old lady and did not refuse: "Of course, Mrs. Doyle."

Mrs. Doyle folded her hands together happily: "This is great—"

At this time, the door behind Mrs. Doyle was opened, and Chris rushed out recklessly and said firmly: "Please let me help, sir, my name is Chris."

Mrs. Doyle almost couldn't keep her smiling face, and she became nervous: "Chris?!"

Chris nodded to her and begged Rex earnestly: "Please let me help too, sir, I, I have strength, I can do everything."

"Come all." Rex waved his hand indifferently, leading the way forward.

Chris strode to follow immediately, even if Mrs. Doyle gently pulled the corner of his clothes with his hand, he wouldn't look back.

The first two pots were distributed too quickly, and the players hadn’t cooked the second batch of water. Rex brought two civilian NPCs back. Sister Liu Meng, who was in charge of the overall cooking task, didn’t think much about it, and pointed to the box of vegetables. Let the two civilian NPCs take them to the backyard of the tavern to fetch water for cleaning-the civilian NPCs in the town of exile would have worked with the players, except that the two parties were unable to communicate with each other, and there was no inconvenience in other aspects.

Chris carried the greens into the backyard of the tavern. Seeing that there was no one around, he shook the winch to draw water and lowered his voice to Mrs. Doyle in disapproval: "How can I let you take the risk alone? You do this kind of thing? I should have been allowed to come, madam."

"You...you kid, you're still young, I'm already this age, it doesn't matter what happens," Mrs. Doyle said angrily.

Chris shook his head and started pouring the greens into the tub in the tavern: "Don't say that. If you have anything to do, I will be very sad, and Anna is the same."

Mrs. Doyle sighed and knelt down to wash the vegetables in silence.

The two of them were used to their work, and in a short while, Chris took it to the entrance of the tavern and gave it to the undead who was in charge of cooking.

Liu Meng inspected the dishes washed by the two civilian NPCs, and found that the player had cleaned them decently, and even the roots had been cut off. He deducted a plastic bag from his pocket, took out two rock candy, and distributed them to the two civilian NPCs.

This pack of rock candy was bought with the uncle of the Chamber of Commerce Canteen with copper coins.

Why do players who don't eat need to keep rock candy on their bodies? This is a trick that the players have discovered by themselves... When looking for a civilian NPC in Exile to do something, give a rock candy, and the civilian NPC will be happy to help.

I don’t know who discovered this “BUG” at first. In short, a player’s backpack broke a small hole. The female worker of, after a little communication, ask this female worker to do private work to help him make up the backpack...

This "BUG" that only circulates secretly between players and no one posted to the forum so as not to be planned and fixed by dogs. Today is more and more used by players. Many people will not change their clothes as long as the clothes are not too badly worn. New, buy a bag of rock candy and find a female worker to help me sew it and it’s done.

Mrs. Doyle & Chris never expected that the undead would give them candy. They still sent them a big crystal-like hard candy that looked not cheap. They were a little bit embarrassed...

When the second batch of big pot stew was almost ready, Rex came over.

This young but very sophisticated weapon master glanced at the two civilians who stood quietly beside him and seemed to be waiting for help. He waved to Liu Meng and motioned to the undead to give him a copy first.

In front of Mrs. Doyle and Chris, Rex generously poured half a bowl of soup in one breath.

Mrs. Doyle paid it off, the smile on her face did not change much, and Chris, who was not so sophisticated, was obviously relieved, accepting the fact that the undead had not done anything in the food for them.

The catering convoy set off again, and when it reached the middle section of Zhenzhong Avenue, it stayed for a long time.

The two largest shops, "Golden Coast" and "Elegant Dream" are both in the middle of the avenue. 40% of prostitutes~women~men~prostitutes in the town are concentrated in these two shops. What's different from other shops is that these two shops still have problems. Less "special goods"-orcs.

Insufficient brothels~ The house cannot use the orcs to solicit business. The reason is simple. The cost of looking after the orcs is much higher than the cost of looking after the humans. No matter how weak these orcs are, they can still kill people when they find opportunities. of.

Standing next to the steaming cauldron with a big steel spoon, is the same weak orc with traces of imprisonment, which is enough to offset the defenses of these orcs who quickly clumped together after the accident; each of the two stores Two or thirty orcs walked out, some of whom knew Ossirian and Lika, and excitedly stepped forward to hug them.

Rex stepped back and gave the dominance to Ossirian and Lika, letting him appease his fellow clan.

The players didn't understand anything, and they could only see a little understanding when they saw it, and they all whispered around.

"Does this game also have racial discrimination? It's also an NPC who is forced to sell themselves. The human race is still white and fat, and the orcs are so thin that they have only a handful of bones?" Yang Ying said rare.

"It must be, our undead race is not less discriminated against." Tang Jia nodded affirmatively.

Rex: "..."

In order to prevent the undead from miscalculating the physical fitness of the prostitutes, Rex had to turn his head and solemnly said: "It's not what you see. The human race is actually treated badly. They don't get enough in normal times. Food is also forced to take fattening agents used by livestock farms to maintain a plump body shape, so as not to cause disgust to customers due to being too thin."

Not only Tang Jia and Yang Ying, but the players who followed to do the task were stunned...

"I--rely?! It's just a game! Is it necessary to set the background so dark?!"

"Mom?! I can't look directly at those beautiful big sisters!"

"Fuck, I have a psychological shadow just by listening!"

"No wonder that the sacks want our righteous undead and natural disasters to attack this place, the light of the right way must be scattered on the earth!"

"Rex, cut down all these guys on the street! To treat a whole street of beautiful ladies like this, uncle can bear it, but aunt can't bear it!"

"Capital punishment! Capital punishment!"

Rex covered his ears, ignoring these lunatics who were excited and sprayed out everything.

At this moment, Hal Maxwell, who had nodded his head for almost two hours and was about to explode after the calculation, came over with a sullen face.

This guy changed from the previous flying and domineering, haggard as if it had just been wheeled to eighteen big men, silently grabbed Rex by the arm and pulled him a little away from the undead, without saying a word, stretched out his hand.

"What are you doing?" Rex frowned.

"Give it money." Hal said grimly, "You set a reward for your own mission. Capture an enemy and give 100 points of prestige and two copper coins. This group of undead captured a total of 1,862 people. Four thousand copper coins, where can we bring enough!"

Rex, dumbfounded.

Yes, the broilers lined up on the street are spectacular, but Rex did not expect that there will be more than 1,800...

Compared with his thumb, Hal pointed to the representative of the player who was waiting to hand in the task, and his tone was even more gloomy: "The heads have already been clicked, and those guys are excitedly waiting to get the money. If we can't get enough Copper coins...you know what this means."

The cold sweat on Rex's forehead came down...

"Saving the Common People", each rescued prostitute ~ female ~ male ~ prostitute 50 points of prestige, as long as they refresh in their branding matrix operation panel, it is not a big problem.

In "Capturing the Enemy", in order to avoid giving these undead the opportunity to have the pleasure of killing as much as possible, Rex not only increased the reward to the 100 prestige standard, but also added an extra two copper coins per person.

According to Rex's expectation, it would be good for a small number of undeads to catch hundreds of prisoners. After all, they are on other people's turf. The undead must not have the local people familiar with the route, and there will be a large number of fish that slip through the net...

Unexpectedly, under the dual stimulation of prestige and copper coins, the undead could do this siege task so beautifully, and so beautifully...

Rex put his head in his hands, cold sweat dripping down like a waterfall.

Under normal "task order", no matter how crazy the undead are, they are still controllable.

The "task order" cannot be guaranteed, and these undead will become super tricky big problems——

Seeing his reaction, Hal didn't feel in the mood to laugh at this guy who always looks at them with his nostrils. He furiously caught Lake by the collar: "You **** don't want to say that you are not ready to go. How does this end? Ah? You say it!!!"

"It doesn't matter, I have arrived."

Crazy Hal and almost mad Rex, a man's low and indifferent voice sounded in their minds at the same time.

Hal, who was so annoyed by Yang to give orders through the branding matrix on weekdays, this time he heard this voice not only not irritable at all, but ecstatic: "Yang?! Are you here??"

"Yes, I'm here."

Yang Qiu used the matrix to appease the two tool men who were about to give up treatment. Then, he nodded to Rowell who was with him, and dismounted first: "I'm finally here, let's go in."

Lowell monitor silently pulled down the dusty hood, and got off his horse sideways.

They each led their horses towards the town gate of Westham.

There were a lot of players doing missions scattered. Some people ran around the town, and some people habitually formed a team to hang out outside the town to see if there were any monsters they could fight. Those who were still in the town, Either you are anxiously waiting for the settlement task to divide the money, or you are worried about running around and hanging up, and simply wait patiently for the resurrection point to be completed.

Several players squatting and chatting at the gate of the town saw Yang Qiu and immediately yelled:

"Lao Yang is here, Lao Yang is here!"

"I rely on coming with a little white face? These two are not really good friends, are they?"

"The broken game is also formalistic. If the lord is not there, he won't be rewarded for the settlement of large tasks? Let's wait for so long!"

"If you want to start a little bit, Lao Yang will be resurrected when he comes, and he can wave freely."

"I just want to send it back to mend up my clothes, my pants are so special."

Yang Qiu ignored these guys' mouths, and calmly led the undead horse into the town.

The scene in the town... Yang Qiu has already seen it through the player's perspective, and there is no fluctuation at all.

It was the black robe monitor who saw this kind of irritating scene uncontrollably. He followed Yang Qiu into the town gate and saw clearly the large rows of Zhenzhong Avenue that were dying by the sunlight in July morning. , Rowell was silly...

Yang Qiu raised his eyes with satisfaction to admire the landlord’s old-fashioned thugs who filled the whole street with a joyful smile from the heart, and he asked the dumbfounded black robe to monitor him: “Look, it’s spectacular, it’s been deposited for decades. Once the sins have been cleansed, this quaint town can finally see the bright universe again, which is really gratifying."

Rowell: "..."

He has a lot of objections, and he doesn't know if he should talk about it...

Yang Qiu didn't see the resistance written on the face of this backward religious man, leading the horse, admiring the embarrassing posture of the prostitutes~guests, brothel~housekeepers and thugs all the way, and went to find the two who were trapped in the players. The tool he rescued was indigenous.

There was a prostitute who was so fat that he could even sit for a long time. Since Yang Qiu wearing a black robe appeared, he kept staring at him. When Yang Qiu passed by, the prostitute sat up hard and shouted: "Wait a minute! Are you a black mage? Did you summon these undead?"

Of course Yang Qiu ignored him.

"Wait a minute! I am, I am from the Otis family! Count Otis is my uncle!" The fat prostitute is anxious, and he takes the initiative to call out his noble identity, "If you make me complete Send it back to the territory of Count Odis, and you will be rewarded richly! Did you hear the Black Mage?!"

Yang Qiu finally stopped, turned his face, and looked at the fat prostitute who claimed to be the earl's nephew seriously.

Fat prostitute~ the client’s eyes lit up, and he tried to prove himself again: "My luggage is in the VIP room of the'Elegant Dream', and the family crest is in the glasses case. You can know that I am not lying if you ask someone to get it. !"

Yang Qiu nodded to the fat prostitute, looked around, and waved to the rider instructor Jerome not far away: "Jerome, come here."

Jerome hurriedly ran up close and took the initiative: "Is this... please come to the room first?"

"No need." Yang Qiu waved his hand, "Go find a piece of paper and write a'very valuable' post-it note on this fat man, so that you don't get the wrong place when you go back to classify."

A fat prostitute who claims to be a noble nephew~Guest: "???"

Lowell supervision: "……(゜ロ゜

Even Jerome was dumbfounded...

"Hurry up." Yang Qiu waved.

"Good, good." Jerome swallowed, turned and ran.

Jerome has the habit of writing a diary. Soon he took a piece of paper with "Very Valuable" written on it, and taped it to the fat prostitute~the customer's chest...

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