Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 19 If you don’t enter the tiger’s den, how can you catch the tiger’s cubs?
This year's summer is cooler than usual. The drought in various parts of Henan has become more serious, and the flying dust has added a layer of khaki filter to the world.

The stubble field after wheat harvest was like a yellow ocean stretching as far as the eye could see. An earthen wall stood abruptly across the sea of ​​earth, standing alone.

An oval earthen wall surrounded the houses of more than a dozen tenant farmers. Several servants bravely climbed up the wall to keep an eye on all directions.

Recently, it was heard that the remaining rebels had scattered to eastern Henan, so Master Gao hurriedly hired a new group of bodyguards to protect his house.

He also ordered the guards to be extremely alert and to ensure that there were no mistakes in the two daily shifts!

However, the daily reward was only five hectograms of millet mixed with sand.

Originally, this salary was not enough to hire even half a person, but now the situation is difficult and there are many droughts. I heard that in the northwest Shaanxi and Gansu areas, one stone of millet costs seven taels of silver, which is ten times the previous seven coins per stone!
With only five he of millet as a daily reward, even if someone wanted to kneel down, there was no way he could do that.

Cao Er, with the help of his distant relatives, finally managed to climb up the social ladder of Mr. Gao. Although he was bullied every day, at least he could fill his stomach.

Cao Er was very worried about the "rebel army" attacking the city.

Hundreds, even thousands, of people surrounded Zhuangzi, and he couldn't escape. Although the rebels always talked about upholding justice, robbing the rich to help the poor, and punishing evildoers, he, a poor man, was not helped.

If the rebels broke into the village and killed him with a single blow, no one would stand up for him.

However, the old hands in the village were not worried about the rebel army attacking the city. They could easily gather a hundred people to defend the village by scraping together some men.

There are a few fast horses on standby in the village. If necessary, we can send people to the county town to alert the police. At the very least, we can ensure that the master of the Gao family escapes.

The calories in Wuhe millet every day were too little, and Cao Er soon felt weak and his limbs were numb.

He blinked, as if he saw something appear in the distance.

Could it be that I am hallucinating because I am hungry?

A group of armed men gradually appeared at the edge of the field of vision. They slowly stepped out of the horizon and climbed into the sky like a black worm.

"Is it Chuang Jun?"

Cao Er suddenly sensed something was wrong and turned around to wake up the dozing old thug. The latter looked grumpy and was about to get angry when he was frightened by the sound of "Chuang Jun" and his whole body shuddered, as if a bucket of cold water was poured over his head.

"The thieves are coming! The thieves are coming!" the old thug screamed and took down the gong from the wall and started beating it hard.

When, when, when!
There was a sudden chaos in the village, and all the volunteers quickly climbed up the earthen wall with spears and iron knives in hand.

Cao Er was very anxious, thinking that he hadn't even married yet, was he going to die here?
The veteran volunteers were calm and composed, and could tell at a glance that the intruder's attire and appearance did not indicate that he was a thief.

A team of ten people appeared in front of the earthen wall of Gaojiazhuang. Although the guards' uniforms were familiar to the escort officers and their carriages were hung with small flags of the escort agency, the guards on the earthen wall did not relax their vigilance.

"Brother, what are you doing here?"

"We are all brothers. We are here to give gifts to Master Gao on the orders of Master Tiger."

The people coming from under the wall had loud voices and a very authentic Henan accent, and there were ten of them, which was a safe number.

The information that the escort was actually a bandit from the Black Wind Village was known only to Master Gao and a few of his trusted stewards and servants.

However, the old servant on the wall did not relax his vigilance and continued to test him, "Last time I sent you cakes, the master said they were delicious. Did you bring any this time?"

"Last time, they didn't send any cakes or pastries, just a few jars of wine. Your master was so drunk that he fell asleep on the table before the banquet was over."

This set of rhetoric denied the "lie" while giving the correct gift and even the private details of Mr. Gao getting drunk at the banquet.

Multiple pieces of information corroborated each other, and the old servant's doubts were completely dispelled.

"Hahaha, you're right, you're right. People tend to forget things when they get older. Say hello to Master Tiger for me when you go back." The old servant turned around and shouted towards the door, "Open the door!"

As the village gate opened, a team of ten escorts followed the carriage into the village one by one, and the servants locked the door bolts one by one behind them.

Seeing the team of ten people walking into the village, the old servant felt that something was wrong.

The pace and mental outlook of this team did not look like bandits at all, nor did they have any sloppy and ruffian airs. Instead, they had the calmness and composure of soldiers.

The old servant shook his head, thinking that he must be overthinking it.

In this day and age, where could there be such a well-organized banditry that knows the Gao family's secrets? Unless they were a new group of fierce soldiers from the Black Wind Village,

Just think about it and you will know that it is impossible. If the Black Wind Village really annexed such a powerful army, with strong soldiers and horses, it would have to mobilize the people to fight in the south and the north. Why would it still have to interact with the Gao family?

The cargo the escort agency had brought was rare and valuable, which put Master Gao in a good mood. He immediately offered wine and meat to all the escorts and they all enjoyed a feast together. Everyone chatted and laughed, and the conversation ranged from land mergers to loan sharking debts, from his brother-in-law's official to the connections of the county masters. The conversation lasted from afternoon to night.

Under the flattery of the escorts, Master Gao gradually lost himself and told everything he knew, even the color of his concubine's underwear yesterday.

Soon someone was drunk and passed out on the table. Mr. Gao, who had been defeated miserably in the last drinking competition, was able to take the lead this time and drank more than everyone present.

"Hahaha, what a delight!" Master Gao's face flushed red as he picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp. He then recited a limerick to the drunkards. Seeing that most of the escorts were unconscious, he shouted, "Come here!"

The servants arrived quickly, and Master Gao ordered everyone to carry the escorts away and to serve them well.

The ten escorts were placed in a guest room with a large bunk bed, and the prepared red envelopes were carefully stuffed under their pillows.

As everyone in the room left, several players who had been snoring loudly just now slowly got up.

"What time is it now?" Huang Zilong asked in a low voice.

"It's 1 a.m. in game time. I just logged off to check." said "Lu Xiaobu".

"You're not drunk?" Huang Zilong patted his chest, as if there was a fire burning in his chest.

"Aren't you drunk too?"

"Offline, I'm known as the Drunken Swordsman, and I'm unbeatable in my friend circle."

Huang Zilong raised his head proudly. In reality, he had an average build and average fighting power, but in the game, a 5% increase was barely enough to be useful.

In reality, the special skill of being able to drink alcohol would not be considered a random killing in the late Ming Dynasty when distilled liquor was just starting out.

"I can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, so I'm nicknamed the Wine King. How about we meet offline sometime and not go home until we're drunk?" Lu Xiaobu was looking forward to it.

"Definitely, definitely next time."

Then the two of them looked at their teammate who was really drunk, and inexplicably felt a strong sense of accomplishment.

"Why do we have to agree to do something at four or five in the morning? Isn't it just right now that the NPCs are asleep?" Huang Zilong huddled in the quilt.

"In ancient times, there were no lights, so people were blind at night. Even in modern times, it's pitch dark in the countryside at night."

At this moment, a third person suddenly popped up and said, "Actually, everyone is either in school or working during the day, and the real guys are busy dating and coaxing their girlfriends. Five o'clock in the evening is the early morning of the game...Are you two single guys with nothing to do?"

The two of them blushed upon hearing this, and immediately looked at the low EQ spokesperson, "Wulitou", in anger.

Isn’t this the “cowardly monster” who got the Survival Expert achievement!

"You, what right do you have to tarnish someone's innocence!" Huang Zilong retorted.

"You said we're both single, do you have a girlfriend?"

"I don't have a girlfriend. Women only slow down my ability to make money. Games improve my concentration. I'm meditating and composing my novel, then I'm offline and writing. What are you two waiting for?"

"Damn!" Huang Zilong realized that this author was most likely telling the truth, because those who could tell the deadline for updates were almost all real authors.

What made him very unhappy was that he actually allowed this guy to act so pretentiously.

"Okay, okay, so you're a great novelist. You've hit a brick wall by provoking me," Lu Xiaobu said. "Where does the master write his books? Are you a Platinum Master somewhere? Can I have a read?"

"No, I'm just a rookie who no one cares about. I can't even compare to those platinum bosses."

"Oh my god, did you see that!" Lu Xiaobu pointed out sharply, "Others are always comparing themselves to top-tier writers, but he's right up front comparing himself to platinum writers. If he's not a big shot, then what is he? Please, big shot, give me some guidance. I also want to make a fortune writing online."

"God bless you for persuading me to write a book. If God gave me a second chance—" Wu Litou said, "I would definitely double my writing and soar to the sky!"

"Boss, when the battle begins, remember to hide behind me. My fighting power is more than enough to protect you alone."

Lu Xiaobu's voice was filled with a mysterious confidence, a feeling that made Huang Zilong feel familiar. On that sunny day, he and his cyber brothers killed four people side by side.

……

Game time, 4:30 in the morning.

The sky was still dark, but it was gradually getting brighter. The "escorts" who were drunk and should have slept until noon had already left the guest room and were moving towards the earthen wall of Gaojiazhuang.

(End of this chapter)