Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 134: Grasping with both hands, both hands must be hard

"very good."

Li Mu couldn't help but give the other party a thumbs up.

Players who farm and advance in technology are very motivated. It doesn't seem like they are doing boring game tasks, but rather actively creating a new world in an environment with a high degree of freedom.

If the combat player is his sword, then the farming player is his plow.

We must do both fighting and farming, and both hands must be strong.

He often organizes "limited-time events" for players who participate in internal affairs production so that he can distribute rewards to them. If you want the horse to run, you must feed it.

Li Mu would never do such a dirty thing as promising something to someone and then refusing to pay.

Show more kindness to this group of idiots where "order" and "chaos" coexist. One day they will give you unexpected positive feedback.

Now, there is another successful project waiting for him to inspect.

Since it is a non-combat outdoor sport, his little follower, Yang Wenpan, is naturally indispensable.

The little girl is fourteen now. After more than half a year of recuperation, her body has finally regained the youthful charm of a girl. She has grown into a lovely and pretty girl. Her hair, which she has been growing for a long time, can be tied into two buns, adding a touch of girlish cuteness.

She blinked her big eyes, and her dark pupils seemed to be inlaid with shiny obsidian.

When she heard Li Mu calling her to go out together, she hurriedly picked up a bag and put it on her back, like a maid following the young master to move.

The girl liked to follow "Mr. Li" around, because that way she could see many things she had never seen before.

Surrounded by dozens of players, Li Mu and his companions walked quickly forward. She followed closely on Li Mu's right hand side like a little tail.

However, she was petite, less than 1.6 meters tall, and her legs could never keep up with the pace of the strong man Li Mu, so that the latter had to slow down from time to time to wait for her to catch up.

Looking up at the surrounding scenery, Wen Pan was amazed at the earth-shaking changes that had taken place in the original Yangjia Village. It has been transformed from a dilapidated village into a bustling and prosperous town.

She was like a wage earner who went to work, went to school, and had no time to appreciate the scenery along the street. She had passed by a place hundreds of times, but she was amazed at it as if she was seeing it for the first time.

Today she finally had the leisure to observe the scenery along the way.

A wide cement-paved main road runs through the town, with pedestrians and horse-drawn carriages driving on the left and right. "Fast Team" members wearing homemade clothes blow whistles to maintain order on the street.

The hard road was filled with rainwater from the morning, and the rainwater mixed with dust flowed into the drainage ditch beside the road.

When the common people along the street saw Li Mu, they would offer sincere greetings. Some called him Mr. Li, some respected him as a guerrilla general, and some continued to call him Master Li. Mr. Li would also wave to each of them.

There is often a spherical kite floating above the town. Mr. Li said it is an observation balloon that can see locations within a radius of dozens of miles from a high altitude.

Wen Pan was amazed at first that people could actually fly on a kite, but when she thought about how Mr. Li summoned "potato soldiers" every day, she no longer found it strange.

They walked through the gate and out of the core area of ​​the town. The houses and shops outside the wall were relatively messy, but fortunately the road was still wide and clean, and there was no stench of cow, mule, chicken and duck feces.

But you always see "potato soldiers" climbing walls and flying over rooftops.

They either climbed the walls or the roofs, or sat on the dangerous tops of watchtowers and sang loudly while playing the erhu or pipa.

At this moment, passers-by exclaimed, "Look, look!"

Wen Pan and Li Mu and his party stopped and looked in the direction of the sound, only to see a brown "big bird" soaring in the sky.

Wen Pan was confused and thought there was something wrong with her eyes. She rubbed her eyes and looked carefully. The so-called big bird was not a bird, but a wooden "big kite" with a man hanging underneath.

The shape of the kite was quite strange, like a wild goose with its wings stiff and straight.

A crowd of passers-by and diners in the shop applauded and exclaimed in amazement, saying that Li Youji had many talented people under his command, especially the tough guys named Yi Shi, who could bring different novel performances to the people every day, which was even more exciting than watching acrobatics performed by a troupe on the stage.

"That must be Mr. Li's new trick!"

"Mortals are soaring high like birds!"

"A few months ago, it was a flying ball, and today it's a flying wild goose? I've been to Guangzhou and seen Western barbarians and red Indians, but nothing like what's here. What I've seen these past few days has really opened my eyes."

The diners clapped their hands in amazement, feeling extremely shocked and curiously satisfied at the spectacle of a person flying.

"Everyone in the market says that Master Li knows magic. I guess this is the one or two Taoist techniques that Master Li passed on to his righteous men, which can make people fly in the clouds."

"Perhaps he is an immortal from heaven, sent down to earth to exorcise demons, uphold justice, and punish evildoers. His direct disciples can also be considered semi-immortals, right?"

Wen Pan thought to herself that she had been taught by Mr. Li for many days, but she still couldn't use any magic. How could she be considered a half-immortal? She was just a little maid who loved to eat.

Li Mu also pretended to buy snacks in a store, but in fact he was listening to the people's opinions on the "new technology".

Suddenly, the strange bird that everyone was talking about tore apart in the air, and wood chips and debris swirled and flew slowly down. The unfortunate man fell heavily into the woods in an extremely embarrassing posture... "It seems that even the half-immortal's magic is ineffective."

"There are different levels of magic among immortals. Perhaps, perhaps this half-immortal is still inexperienced and not well-trained. He didn't learn the secret technique of Master Li and made a big mistake due to negligence.

"If Mr. Li doesn't know Taoism, then how do you explain the self-operating jet engine in the workshop? My relatives went to the workshop to purchase goods and saw such a wonderful thing with their own eyes. Could it be that it was created out of nothing?" the diner argued.

"See, you're speechless now." The diner thought his companion was speechless and continued smugly -

"In my opinion, even though Master Li and the righteous men were only mortals, they had learned the secret arts. They must have worshipped the enlightened master known as 'Water and Fire Celestial Lord'.

Master Li's apprenticeship was a difficult journey, and he endured 81 trials and tribulations before he finally moved the master and was taught the unique immortal technique 'True Qi Dongli' by the Celestial Lord. This is how those factories were able to operate automatically."

"Hey, I heard that the cave where Mr. Li learned skills was called 'Kexue', and he learned 'Weiwu Zhuyi'. This flying ball, the vase of Samadhi True Fire, the sharp cannon, and the 'power of water and fire' that drives the workshop are also part of this unique skill." Another diner gathered around.

Wen Pan was slightly stunned when he heard this, and wondered if this "science" was the "science" that Mr. Li taught him.
She turned her head and glanced at Li Mu who was also eavesdropping on the conversation, and secretly sighed that Mr. Li was so kind to her that he was willing to teach her this secret technique.

It’s all my fault that I’m not talented enough. I’ve studied for so long but still can’t cast any magic.

"That's right. I heard that Master Li's disciples said that the flying ball is nothing. In the future, they want to make a 'big fish' that can carry hundreds of people and fly into the sky, firing cannons from the sky to kill the Tartars."

"Ah? Can you kill enemies from the sky?"

The novel combat methods were beyond the imagination of the diners. Many people had never even seen water battles or naval battles, let alone enemies from the sky.

"A while ago, when Master Li led his troops south to suppress bandits, he used the tactic of sending explosive bombs from the sky. A righteous man rode a giant flying ball to the bandit camp, and a few explosive bombs set the bandits off, leaving them crying for their parents. I heard that the deputy leader was killed on the spot."

"Hmm, why did I hear that the Beggars' Army also has this flying ball? Could it be that the one who knows the magic is not Mr. Li, but a master of the Beggars' Army?"

"Bullshit! It was that beggar thief who stole Master Li's secret technique!"

"Come to think of it, I also heard from my nephews who are miners that Master Li wants to use iron to build more tracks in the future."

"Using iron to build a road? A pound of iron costs three or four cents of silver. It's a waste to spend that much money on iron to pave the road, isn't it?"

"I heard they're going to make some 'water and fire power' carts to run on the Iron Road. They'll be able to carry people fifty miles in half an hour."

"Fifty miles in half an hour?"

The diners were stunned and thought it was bragging. Even though they had heard of workshops driven by "true qi power", they still felt that running fifty miles in half an hour was too shocking.

Most diners have never seen the "Magic Workshop" and only think it is a fantasy novel serialized in the "Huaxia Times".

If the "water and fire cart" travels for six hours a day, it will be six hundred miles, which can catch up with the six hundred express trains.

But the 600-li express transmission was for urgent military information, and this water and fire cart was meant to carry people...

The novel topic immediately opened up the diners' chatterboxes, and everyone started talking about it, expressing their opinions on many new and strange secret techniques.

Li Mu, who was listening nearby for a while, just thought it was funny. He didn't expect that the "new technology" in the minds of the general public would have such an image.

Li Mu led his followers and continued to move forward, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly. The people were really "cute".

There is a special road at the end of the city gate.

Two steel rods were embedded in the concrete floor, and a double-decker wooden boxcar pulled by two draft horses came into view.

It was the first time that Wen Pan walked out of the town, crossed the checkpoint for several hundred steps, and saw such a road and carriage.

A muscular man in uniform stood at the front of the car. His left arm was missing below the elbow, replaced by a simple, lightweight prosthesis.

Seeing Li Mu coming, he saluted respectfully and said, "Greetings, Guerrilla General!" Then he made a gesture of invitation to everyone.

Li Mu introduced the wounded soldier on the front line to everyone, and the player guards couldn't help but respect the warrior with the broken limbs.

Wen Pan watched Mr. Li step onto the stairs and enter the carriage, then he followed suit and got in carefully, as if it was his first time taking the subway and he didn't know how to operate it. He first looked at the person in front of him and then imitated him.

The private room inside the train was quite elaborate, with a double-decker structure that could accommodate over thirty people. Li Mu led Wen Pan onto the roof, while the players filed in to grab seats at the front.

On the surface, they were helping Li Mu and the other two to block the cold wind ahead, but in fact, they were occupying a favorable position to enjoy the scenery along the way.

"drink!"

The coachman flicked his whip, and the horses in front of the carriage kicked their hooves into a canter. The wheels moved quickly along the inlaid tracks, and the journey was quite smooth.

As the horses gradually picked up speed, the tram's speed had already surpassed the trotting pace of pedestrians.

Several players sitting in the front row opened their mouths wide to let in the cold wind, like a few fools, eating air crazily and making emotionless "ahhh" sounds.

(End of this chapter)