Shadow Weaver

Chapter 11 Bring me some potato chips as tribute!
——She didn’t need Xu Yichi to make too many unnecessary and outdated interpretations of the legend.

She just wanted her to recreate the story in her game in a new, lively and vivid way that young people could accept and love.

That's enough.

That's enough.

Yang Yanan closed his eyes and thought - since the birth of the legend of the Yang Family Generals, there have been too many detailed descriptions, interpretations and interpretations centered around this theme.

Some of them are full of gems, some are full of nonsense and incomprehensible, some focus on the twenty-two heroines... and some prefer to interpret the life and deeds of the seven heroes and eight tigers.

But no matter which one it is, the past stories are the past, and the interpretations born in the old era environment can no longer fully adapt to today's rapidly changing new era.

She wanted the legend to continue to be passed down smoothly as before. The best thing would be to find an opportunity to clear out all the old shadows, restore the true story to the world, and let everyone write and work together to fill this long-standing but not dead thing with its contemporary, unique and new meaning.

So, how could she let Xu Yichi be so obsessed with how to elevate her so-called "game theme" and "spiritual intention"?

If she had the time, she would love to ask this guy to quickly write a decent game plan for her!
Of course...in addition to letting people today continue to write about those raps and legends that have already been formed and are on the verge of being lost.

She also has her own arrangements.

Yang Yanan raised her hand and pinched her brows, then turned her head to glance at the little girl who had been keeping her head down and unusually quiet ever since she finished listening to her long speech.

"Xiao Xu? Are you alive? Or dead?" The little girl winked and saw that Xu Yichi didn't make a sound for a long time, so she couldn't help but walked forward and patted her drooping head.

Xu Yichi was swayed by her patting. He slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of eyes filled with tears.

"Wow... Senior, you are right... My thoughts are really stubborn, feudal, and even hypocritical—" the little girl whined, "I was actually always thinking about how to elevate the concept to attract attention and gain support, and I didn't think about what these cultures themselves should look like..."

"Wow, I'm really going to die—"

And it’s to the point where I would slap myself in the face when I woke up in the middle of the night.

The more the little girl cried, the sadder she became. Yang Yanan was frightened by her pitiful appearance of crying like a silly dog, and immediately jumped three feet away: "Alright, that's enough, Xiao Xu!"

"I'm not even dead yet, but you're already here crying... If you don't know, you'd think I've been dead for 800 years!"

"Stop crying!" The little girl cursed. Xu Yichi sobbed and sniffed hard in response: "Senior, 'funeral' is a word used only for emperors... You can only be considered dead at most."

"Look, you're talking about feudalism again!" Yang Yan'an yelled, pretending to be exaggerated, "We're just chatting, not doing literary creation - if you don't like it, just be the 'potato chip emperor' for me! By the way, quickly pay me tribute with two bags of potato chips - I want the original flavor or cucumber, braised and barbecued ones, all kneel down and pay me tribute immediately!"

"The last bag of original sweet potatoes was executed by your majesty ten minutes ago." Xu Yichi, who was confused, followed the little girl's performance, "I didn't buy cucumbers today."

"——I have a pack of lemon flavored ones here. Would you like to try some?"

"Lime flavor... is it delicious?" Yang Yan'an tilted his head and thought seriously, "If it's delicious, then it's a sure thing." "I think it's okay. It's a bit similar to cucumber, so it's okay." Xu Yichi scratched his head, "At least I think it's quite delicious... But there are also many people who only like cucumbers or only like limes. It depends on personal taste."

"Well..." The little girl hesitated, then nodded slightly, "Then you bring it here, I'll try it."

"Okay." Xu Yichi followed suit and immediately took out the bag of lime-flavored potato chips and placed them in front of Yang Yan'an, "Senior, please enjoy."

At the end, she did not forget to ask the ancestor to continue answering her questions.

"The other one..."

"I know, you want to ask about the 'second one'!" The little girl took the bag, opened the package neatly, pinched out a piece of snack and threw it into her mouth. The fragrance of lemon accompanied by a slightly salty taste bloomed on her tongue at the same time. She smacked her lips and felt that the taste was indeed quite good.

——It has a refreshing taste.

"Don't worry, I didn't forget. I was just about to tell you." Yang Yan'an chewed something and mumbled, "I didn't rush to tell you just now because I wanted you to take your time... so that your useless little head wouldn't get rusty again if you received too much information in a short period of time."

"Secondly, games are games. They are not textbooks or digests. You cannot hold them to the same standards as textbooks or digests. This is easier to understand."

"Because apart from a few stubborn players who don't want to see the light of day, most people play games mainly for entertainment and to gain some kind of happiness."

“This happiness may come from the sense of accomplishment after winning, or from the satisfaction after passing a certain level…”

The little girl shook her head and said in a coherent manner: "In short, as a game, you can allow players to develop their own interest and ideas in learning a certain skill or looking up a certain type of information based on the gameplay or settings, but you can never force 'knowledge' into people's heads rigidly and directly like a textbook."

"That is to say...if you really want to do this, you can let the knowledge drill into the players' minds in some extremely interesting way." Yang Yan'an added thoughtfully, "But you must not tear it apart and crush it like a teacher or textbook, and cram it in like a cramming machine."

"After all, people play games for entertainment and satisfaction, not necessarily to learn those things."

"——If they really want to learn...then why don't they just ask the teacher, or go to Baidu or the library to look up relevant literature? Why don't I just find a publisher that compiles textbooks to cooperate with?"

The little girl shook the bag of potato chips in her hand and said, "This is the basic positioning problem of the term 'game'...Xiao Xu, don't forget that you are making a game, not a teaching problem-solving app, just because the game theme you chose this time is different from the past."

“That’s a huge difference.”

"I, I know there is a big difference here, and I understand what you mean." Xu Yichi hesitated and picked his fingers habitually.

"But what I don't quite understand now is, if you just want to restore the legend as authentically as possible, why did you choose the medium of 'game' instead of seriously cooperating with publishers, production crews, etc.?"

"Or... can making the legend of 'Yang's Generals' into a game really achieve the purpose and effect you want?"

　Peak·Potato Chips·Emperor·Peak

　　
　
(End of this chapter)