An abstract trainer who taught Charmander the Incinerate move

Chapter 21 Calculation Wood Farm
At Suanmu Farm, under the scorching sun of 45 degrees Celsius, Mo Zhen was picking cotton from kapok balls with a look of grief and indignation.

"Fuck, that bitch in the nurse's uniform actually dared to sell me to a farm to pick cotton!"

This is a very arduous task. According to the references in the Pokémon Encyclopedia, the collector needs to vigorously beat the cotton ball to make it spray out the cotton inside its body in a stress response, and keep beating it until it can no longer spray out cotton, in order to maximize the collection efficiency.

In addition, he also needs to regularly spray water on these cotton balls with the farm's lychee to keep the cotton on them moist and saturated with water, preventing these agricultural products from escaping from the farm by the wind.

Seeing the precious scene of Mo Zhen sitting at the same table with an 18th-century black slave, Xiao Mengzi floated in the air, trying to suppress her laughter like a ripe tomato.

You absolutely mustn't laugh out loud...

If I were to laugh out loud at this moment, my elf career would probably be over...

No, I really can't hold it in anymore, so I'll just make a lot of noise to cover it up!

【Lord Mo Zhen, we can no longer stand idly by! These farm elves are living in misery, suffering exploitation and oppression from the farmers! Hahahaha! Let's liberate them! This will surely lead the world a giant leap towards a better future, and we'll definitely reap a massive harvest of Dream Energy!】

Upon hearing this loud declaration of freedom, Mo Zhen put down the water sprayer she was holding and responded.

"Ah, what a thrilling and righteous script! This plot makes me feel like Abraham Lincoln, the leader of the Black liberation movement. By the way, you were secretly laughing at me just now, weren't you..."

ho-

Xiao Mengzi, who had just wiped away a cold sweat, suddenly felt her heart stop. She hadn't expected that the artist Mo Zhen's keen insight would be able to grasp the key points in such a captivating speech in an instant.

Sweating profusely, it immediately offered a pretext.

[Caw! Lord Mo Zhen, I'm innocent! I didn't... I didn't...]

But unexpectedly, Mo Zhen showed a kind smile and was unusually approachable.

"No, no, no, you don't need to be so nervous. What I mean is, if you want to laugh, then laugh out loud. In this free land, everyone has the right to laugh freely. No one can suppress someone else's heartfelt smile. If even laughing out loud is not allowed, what a sad world that would be!"

In an instant, Xiaomengzi's pupils dilated violently!

It never expected that Mo Zhen would be this kind of person!

Moved by Mo Zhen's declaration of freedom of laughter, Xiao Mengzi burst into uncontrollable laughter, like a cesspool exploding.

[Haha ...

As Xiaomengzi burst into laughter, Mo Zhen unhesitatingly unleashed her invincible bullet punch at her.

The steel-like, resolute fist left afterimages in the air, making the cotton ball on the ground tremble with fear.

Only then did they realize that this guy had been dawdling the whole time and hadn't been putting in his full effort.

If such a fist landed on me, I would probably have vomited out all the white, fluffy stuff and become completely exhausted...

"Yes, that's right! When you're happy, you should laugh out loud, and when you're training, you should give it your all! If you want to resist oppression, you must train to withstand blows! You're still far from it, so stand tall and face the enemy's storm head-on!"

Seeing Mo Zhen punching and kicking at a ball of air while muttering incantations, the potato-shaped farmer Pigman slowly strolled over, trying to assess the other man's mental state.

He clearly thought the newcomer had lost his mind from picking cotton.

"Hey kid, what are you doing? Don't waste your energy on thin air. The things you need to use your strength for are all lying on the ground!"

puff--

As she spoke, Lulili used a water gun to splash water on Mo Zhen's face, calming him down.

Finally meeting her employer, Mo Zhen kicked aside Xiao Mengzi, whose face was bruised and swollen, and revealed a business-like smile.

“Oh, good afternoon, my dear farmer, there may be some misunderstanding between us. I think you need top-notch security services more than a dispensable laborer…”

Seeing this wretched laborer rambling on to him, the well-informed Pigman dismissed it with disdain.

"Hmph, you smooth-talking brat, I don't need any top-notch security. Just get back to work!" Mo Zhen, having been rebuffed, didn't give up and continued to press on relentlessly.

"Don't say that, dear farmer. Listen to me. On the continent of United States, there are some very, very bad people. They will steal your livestock, seize your land, and scalp you. Such things can happen anywhere in United States..."

Despite citing some historical anecdotes as references, Mr. Pigman was unmoved.

"Don't worry about it. That kind of thing will never happen. I have a bunch of Poké Balls and a reliable Pokémon Guard. Even if those crazy guys from Team Plasma attack, I'm not afraid at all!"

Speaking of the guards, Mo Zhen glanced at the army of sheepdogs behind Mr. Pigman.

A blue dog led a pack of Hayoks, looking quite imposing, like a security captain leading a team of well-mannered dogs, giving the residents a strong sense of security.

But we both know perfectly well that a security guard can't protect anyone, including himself.

The members of this Hayok Guard are all around level 20.

Among them, the leader, Riolu, has the highest level, reaching level 32.

This level is already considered quite good for a non-professional trainer.

"This dog is level 32 and hasn't evolved yet?"

Mo Zhen glanced at Xiao Mengzi, giving her an inquiring look.

In the game, Riolu evolves into Lucario when its friendship level with its trainer reaches 220.

He wasn't sure if there were other conditions in the world that limited the blue dog's growth.

Understanding perfectly, Xiaomengzi answered cautiously with swollen eyes.

Well, let's put it this way, if their relationship were as good as ours, they would have evolved long ago...

Upon hearing this, Mo Zhen seemed to be deep in thought.

"Is that so? It seems this farmer isn't a furry enthusiast..."

"Hey, what are you muttering about?"

"Oh, I mean you and your elf have a really good relationship!"

"Really? I don't think so!"

Mo Zhen touched his nose, certain that the farmer was not a furry enthusiast.

However, he still acted like a skilled salesman, with a beaming smile.

"Have you ever considered evolving your security captain into Lucario? Trust me, I have a way to easily solve this problem for you."

At this moment, Mo Zhen planned to quickly take advantage of the information dividends from the transmigrators and fleece these natives until they were completely bewildered.

"Evolve? Why evolve? We're doing the same work anyway. We'll just eat more after we evolve, so why bother evolving?"

Upon receiving such a response, Mo Zhen was immediately impressed by the veteran capitalist's corporate-level understanding.

As expected of a farmer at the height of the 18th century, his unique vision is unmatched by today's capitalists. Compared to that, the 996 work schedule is truly a blessing.

"Ah...ah! Aba aba!"

Suddenly, a strange, excited cry came from the cotton ball in the distance.

Looking in the direction of the sound, Mo Zhen saw an old friend with dark skin.

"What, you're here too?"

(End of this chapter)