These players are more cunning than cunning

Chapter 67: Ten-year agreement, worshipping the ancestors in the tomb
After Ning Zheng finished speaking, she asked the new manager Jiu Cairong to come on stage and speak in front of everyone.

Jiucai Rong said with high spirits:

"Everyone, if the old steward doesn't waste your time, I won't say much either!"

“New Year, New Atmosphere. I have prepared a wishing wall for everyone. Please write down your dreams for the next ten years in the villa!”

Soon, several blacksmiths brought in a wishing wall.

This is exactly what everyone wants.

After all, we all love graffiti, so I’ll stop here.

Everyone started making wishes, writing and reading them aloud.

"The world's ups and downs are decided by our generation!" Dao Jiujiu said briefly and turned away.

The God of Cookery wrote: "Hahaha! In the future, we will definitely be the number one villa in the world and the leader of the nine provinces! Blacksmiths in the world will regard us as their leader! It's an honor to study in our villa!"

The Fairy Doctor smiled and said, "I wish you all a bright future and a new era. Just as the couplet at the entrance of the villa says, use your body to create a prosperous world, use your life to exchange for the prosperity of humanity, and create a unique knowledge for future generations!"

The atmosphere became lively.

A blacksmith stood up, his pen moving like a dragon, his eyes shining:

"I'm going to arrest Xia Hu! In the future, I'm going to seek welfare for the common people of the world! I'm going to destroy all the evildoers and work together with the entire villa to forge the destiny artifact that can suppress the nine states of the world - the Jiuzhou Ding! I'm going to pacify the troubled times for the people!"

"Hahaha, according to what you said, we have to find a cultivator who might have a spiritual root of luck and capture him before we can forge the Jiuzhou Ding."

"I wish all your wishes come true, and that you all die faster and more handsomely next year, and have two more babies to have a love triangle with."

"Watch me swallow a firecracker."

"It's so funny. It makes me feel like I don't dare to do it."

"Tell me, are we now similar to the ten-year agreement in the first Chinese Paladin? The protagonists start talking about their dreams and setting goals under the fireworks, but then none of us will have a good ending in the future and will all die miserably."

"Yes! Perhaps in the future, we will all be famous swordsmen, spears and halberds, scattered across the world, and even after hundreds or thousands of years, with the vicissitudes of life and the succession of dynasties, it will be difficult to meet again."

They spoke freely and the atmosphere was lively.

Ning Zheng pricked up her ears. She didn't expect that twenty years later, there were still people talking about the Legend of Sword and Fairy 1 that she had read before traveling through time.

Soon, cheers were heard in the dormitory.

"I've gained weight. I've actually gained weight."

“Oh my god, it has no frame, and it’s not laid flat on the ground. Its stability is too poor. It looks like a tumor growing randomly. Is this a portable meat field?”

"I'm saying that our first-generation technology, which is full of imagination, cannot compare to the optimal structure that other civilizations have been researching for so long. The meat field is the most reasonable form."

"It's okay. We're not here to eat. We're mainly here to solve the dormitory hygiene problem."

"Then who will go down and cut the meat?"

As soon as these words fell, there was silence.

They looked at each other, pushing each other.

In the end, no one used the chain to pull up the magic sword and try to cut the flesh.

After all, most netizens generally have one characteristic:
He talks a lot and acts very tough, but when it comes down to it, he's not really a good guy. How can he really be a shit scooper?
Who isn't a clean baby?
The first batch of people who participated in the test were all there to play the game happily, and most of them were modern young men and women who had never played any games.

Planting this meat field is also for a clean and tidy quality of life.

They would never do something that would hurt the enemy by a thousand and hurt themselves by a hundred, so they are just trying to fool others.

Ning Zheng, who had originally wanted to stop them from harming the ancestor of the evil sect, laughed out loud at this moment.

That's it?

That's it?
They are not even afraid of death, but they are afraid of shit.

Yesterday, the trumpets were so happy and the thunder was so loud. But today, why are all the ministers hesitating and no one in the court dares to speak?

He felt that he had discovered the flaws of these fearless so-called fourth disasters:
There is no need for extraordinary skills. As long as they have the so-called NPC, a mop dipped in shit can defeat them. Even after they are resurrected, they have to find a corner to hide further away.

Ning Zheng thought these people were so cute!

Next, they hemmed and hawed, and finally Jiu Cairong broke the silence, "Ahem, this meat is not yet an adult, how about it? Let it grow a little longer."

Su Yu Niang said bluntly:

"I think everyone here is trash, useless big brothers and big sisters. Although it may not sound good, we should wait for the next batch of 100 people. Let's not talk about finding an old man, it would be much more convenient to hire an uncle or aunt who often does farm work and is not afraid of getting dirty."

Everyone was silent.

You really need to hire a cleaner.

This era is indeed advanced.

Not only do you need to hire cleaners in real life, you also need to hire cleaners in games to play games and take care of these people.

Leek Rong said:
"Yes, after all, this is a life-based farming, so some dirt is inevitable. Even though we know that this is not real feces, and it may be the same as soil, but just chocolate that grows like that, fragrant and sweet, as if the whole villa is a mountain of chocolate desserts, we still can't do it."

Everyone dispersed and started killing chickens and ducks.

Ducks are so cute, but we have to do something with them, add more spices, onions, ginger and garlic, and serve them as a sacrifice to our ancestors.

At this time, the candidate blacksmiths who were queuing up to log in also smiled.

"It's so funny. They all wanted to show off to the ancestor. In the end, it was not justice that stopped this filial act, but they themselves were afraid to even touch it."

"The ancestor is so miserable. They dare not touch the meat, but they want to give it to the ancestor to eat."

"Let me go, it's just a small matter, I can even go down and freestyle! This is just a game, it's obviously not real, the whole mountain is chocolate, sundaes, and nuts, this will be no exception."

"Don't make a fuss. Yesterday, when these blacksmiths got together to brag, they were just as stubborn as before."

Even a group of emoticons of blacksmiths emerged.

In the emoticon package, the previous picture shows the serious faces of several decision-makers including Jiucai Rong, who brag about how powerful their own teams are one by one, and how tough they are in pointing out the world. They must be showing off in the mouth of their ancestors, and the next picture shows how cowardly they are.

It’s such a great show, and so filial.

Ning Zheng was also amused and thought it was really nice to have such a group of cute little blacksmiths to celebrate the New Year together in this dangerous foreign world where she was unfamiliar with the place.

Warm and harmonious.

It feels like celebrating the New Year with friends.

But he did not forget the important matter. He asked everyone to get ready and start to activate the teleportation array to go to the ancestor worship ceremony.

Suddenly.

Men and women suddenly became serious and wore festive red robes. The atmosphere was similar to that of a wedding or funeral. Each of them carried a tray with various prepared gifts, and their postures were as elegant as palace maids serving dishes.

The other end of the teleportation array.

Paper house.

A big man was fishing in front of the well, looking at the fluctuations of the teleportation array outside the door, "Are you here?"

He just saw firecrackers and fireworks being set off in the villa in the distance, and he knew they were coming.

And this year seems unusually rich and solemn.

From afar, one could hear the lively sounds of suona, gongs and drums, as well as lion dances. The songs were festive, lively, and melodious. The aroma of meat wafted over, which must be the result of fine wine and delicious food.

This made the old ancestor snort: Those brats actually have such filial piety?

(End of this chapter)