Simulation: Starting from Under One Person

Lu Huan's gaze followed the open doors and windows, but he didn't see any appliances like a television or refrigerator. Instead, he saw another pile of items.

An object with crooked and twisted patterns engraved on its surface, shimmering with a metallic luster.

Having seen similar items before, Lü Huan had already guessed what they were—the talismans she had been using frequently over the past month.

Are there really that many?

A sense of surprise arose in Lü Huan's heart. She had thought that talismans were special items with very low production volume, but she did not expect that they were actually mass-produced items.

After thinking about it for a while, Lü Huan put the matter out of her mind. Anyway, she wasn't very interested in talismans, so she didn't care whether the production volume was high or low.

It has nothing to do with me!

Thinking this, Lü Huan looked at Fang Rui to her left front, his pupils reflecting Fang Rui's back and profile.

At this moment, Fang Rui was nodding in response to the villagers' greetings. Phrases like "Master Fang Rui, you're back!" and "Master Fang Rui, hello~" drifted into Fang Rui's ears, as well as into the ears of Lü Huan and Fu Rong.

Fu Rong was somewhat surprised, yet also somewhat understanding, of Fang Rui's popularity in the village.

This village is obviously extraordinary; there's a 90% probability that it's related to extraordinary people, so it's probably a sect or some other type of organization.

In a sect of supernatural beings, to be treated like this by the disciples, one's status in the sect must be quite high. But what's the deal with the title "Master"?

Lü Huan didn't think much of it and asked in a clear voice, "Fang Rui, is there a computer in the village? Yes..."

Before Lü Huan could finish his question, Fang Rui helplessly shrugged and replied softly, "I don't have a computer."

Biyou Village has been established for less than two years, and Village Chief Ma doesn't care much about entertainment. Therefore, there are no computers in the village, but there is one television.

"Is that so?" Lü Huan nodded slightly and asked, "How about we run a network cable into the village?"

"It's no use telling me this. I'll take you to the village chief." Fang Rui didn't answer Lü Huan's question, but instead led the two of them toward a mountain on the edge of the village.

Halfway up an unnamed hill, nestled amidst lush forests, lies the brand-new Xiu Shen Tang (a type of health retreat).

Looking at the brand-new Cultivation Hall in the open space in front of the hall, Fang Rui could easily tell that the Cultivation Hall had been rebuilt again and the Cultivation Furnace had exploded again.

To improve the body-cultivating furnace, Ma Xianhong frequently tried various upgrade methods.

Some of those solutions could indeed make the Body Refining Furnace more effective, while others... would only cause it to explode on the spot.

Fu Rong and Lü Huan didn't understand why Fang Rui suddenly stared at a Chinese-style pavilion and fell silent, but they could tell from his expression that he was thinking about something, so they didn't disturb him and waited quietly...

"Let's go."

After a moment, Fang Rui came to his senses and said.

Pushing open the heavy wooden door, the three were greeted by a scene inside: several modern, minimalist wall lamps emitted a bright yellow glow, and a tall iron stove stood in the center of the room.

Directly in front of the iron furnace, a man was drawing design blueprints. It was Ma Xianhong, the village chief of Biyou Village. As the sound of the door being pushed open echoed in the room, Ma Xianhong raised his head and turned slightly to look at the door.

"Fang Rui, you're back." Ma Xianhong said with a smile, then his gaze shifted to the left and right, giving Lü Huan and Fu Rong a cursory look before asking, "Who are they...?"

“This Ms. Fu Rong is looking for a place to stay,” Fang Rui said, pointing to Fu Rong. Then he pointed to Lü Huan and said, “This is Lü Huan from Lüjia Village. She is the doctor I invited to help treat Liu Hongzhong.”

Then, Fang Rui pointed to Ma Xianhong and introduced him: "This is Ma Xianhong, the village chief of Biyou Village."

“Lujia Village…” Ma Xianhong’s eyes lit up. He had heard of Lujia Village’s signature skills.

The Bright Soul Technique and the Ruyi Force.

He wasn't interested in the Ruyi Jin technique, but he was quite interested in the Minghun technique, since it was a strange technique that could remember one's own hands and feet.

As the saying goes, a wise man does not stand under a crumbling wall, so Ma Xianhong would not let Lü Huan touch his memories. However, it would be a pity not to carefully inquire about the relevant knowledge when encountering a professional.

A chill ran through him, making Lü Huan tremble slightly, with a premonition that something bad was about to happen.

"Welcome," Ma Xianhong said succinctly, but his tone was full of sincerity, letting Lü Huan and Fu Rong know that this was not just a perfunctory reply.

"Hello," Fu Rong said.

"Hello," Lü Huan said, then, disregarding that it was their first meeting, asked, "Could you connect the village to the internet?"

Upon hearing this, Ma Xianhong was somewhat surprised. After thinking for a moment, he replied, "...It's not impossible, but there's a problem that needs to be solved before we can accomplish this."

Chapter 47 Biyou Village in dire need of money

According to Ma Xianhong's initial idea, things like the internet and computers were not in his consideration.

As Biyou Village developed and its situation changed, he found that there seemed to be no problem in running internet cables into the village. After all, due to the construction of the breeding farm, the nearby land had been contracted out, and Biyou Village was no longer a place that could not be found on the map.

However, the name that can be found on the map is not Biyou Village, but other names, such as Biyou XX Co., Ltd.

Moreover, the recent changes in Biyou Village have depleted the village's funds, leaving very little money. Fang Rui is also a big spender, so we need to find a way to make money.

Otherwise, we won't have enough to eat for a long time.

As his scattered thoughts slowly gathered, Ma Xianhong exhaled gently and said to Lü Huan, "I will arrange for someone to handle this matter. You should go to the village and find Guo Liang first; he will arrange a place for you to stay."

After pausing for a moment, Ma Xianhong continued, "Fang Rui, stay for a while, I have something to tell you."

"Okay." Fang Rui nodded slightly.

Lü Huan and Fu Rong turned and left the Xiu Shen Hall, descending the bluestone steps towards the village.

After the two left for a while, Fang Rui asked directly, "What do you want from me?"

"The village is a bit short of funds," Ma Xianhong explained somewhat tactfully.

Fang Rui was taken aback by what he heard; it was completely unexpected.

Fang Rui, who quickly came to his senses, hurriedly asked, "Why are you short of money?"

In Fang Rui's mind, Biyou Village shouldn't be short of money. Although Ma Xianhong didn't have money, his "sister" did, and some villagers did too.

“I didn’t bring much money with me when I left home, and recently I’ve had a lot of expenses, but we don’t have any way to make money, so we’ve become short of money.”

As he spoke, Ma Xianhong stared at Fang Rui, his eyes conveying a single meaning.

You've spent the most money, and now that you're short of cash, you need to find a way quickly.

Fang Rui finally understood why the village was short of money. Based on what he said, it was because the village's funds all came from his own money, which was not much to begin with, and he spent money like water.

Since that's the case, he really should find a way to solve this problem. After thinking for a while, Fang Rui said, "How about we go and get some money from the villagers?"

Ma Xianhong slowly shook his head, indicating that he was refusing.

"Go home and get the money?" Fang Rui continued to offer suggestions.

Ma Xianhong shook his head again; he had no intention of going home for the time being.

“Then let’s find a way to make money,” Fang Rui said. “Anyway, I’ve always had the idea of ​​starting a company, and with our capabilities, making some money shouldn’t be a problem.”

"Start a company? How do you plan to do that?" Ma Xianhong asked.

Fang Rui explained, "The current idea is to sell clothes, but whether it will work out remains to be seen."

A method that is not guaranteed to make money cannot satisfy Ma Xianhong.

"Are there any other options?"

“Selling religious artifacts to others can be quite profitable, and it can solve an immediate problem occasionally, but it is not advisable in the long run.”

Ma Xianhong nodded slightly, indicating that he should continue and quickly come up with a way to make money in the long term.

“Emmm…” Fang Rui frowned, thought seriously, pondered carefully, and then spread his hands and said, “I have no other way.”

"Although you and I have researched a lot of things, we have sold almost all of them."

"That's true." Ma Xianhong nodded, looking somewhat worried.

"Why don't we call a meeting with the villagers tonight and discuss it together?"

As the saying goes, three cobblers are equal to one Zhuge Liang. With nearly sixty people in the whole village, they can always come up with a solution.

"Don't do that for now. Let me think about it some more. If there's really no other way, then we'll brainstorm together."

Ma Xianhong did not agree to Fang Rui's suggestion, but decided to try harder on his own.

"Suit yourself, then I'll be leaving now."

With that, Fang Rui turned and walked out of the meditation hall, heading towards the village at the foot of the mountain.

Finding Lü Huan, who was dissatisfied with the empty room, they took her to the residence of Liu Wu Kui and Liu Hong Zhong.

During the journey, Lü Huan asked, "Now you can tell me, right? What's wrong with that person? Why would he want me, someone who has never treated anyone before, to treat him? Could it be... amnesia?"

"No, it's a problem with his soul. To put it simply, his soul has mutated and is heading in a bad direction."

Upon hearing Fang Rui's explanation, Lü Huan's delicate face immediately fell: "Are you kidding me?! How could I possibly have a solution to this?"

“You can be more confident. I went to the trouble of inviting you here because I believe you can do this.”

Fang Rui's confident tone made Lü Huan's expression turn slightly ferocious: "I think you're making things difficult for me! And... is that an invitation?! Who invites someone by knocking them out and taking them away?"

"Well, the fact that I'm willing to knock you out to take you away is a testament to my trust in you."

Fang Rui's casual ramblings caused Lü Huan's lips to twitch uncontrollably.

"I wish I could give you this kind of trust dozens of times!"

"There's no need for that. It's enough that I know."

"Tch~" Lu Huan turned his head to the side and said after a while, "Although I don't know where your inexplicable confidence in me comes from, what you can't do, you just can't do."

"I understand. It's like if you push yourself too far, you still won't be able to solve a math problem you can't solve."

Fang Rui nodded understandingly: "So... just do your best, and I'll help you too."

Emulators have many uses, so naturally you should use them more often.

Biyou Village is not large. During their conversation, they arrived at the residence of Liu Wu Kui and Liu Hong Zhong, an ordinary brick and tile house.

At this moment, Liu Hongzhong, wearing an auxiliary exoskeleton, is playing badminton with Liu Wukui.

With the aid of an exoskeleton, Liu Hongzhong can move freely like an ordinary person, and playing badminton is a piece of cake.

"So, which of these two... is the patient?"

Lu Huan's gaze fell on Liu Hongzhong, not because he had determined that Liu was a patient, but because of his exoskeleton.

Playing badminton while wearing an exoskeleton, that's really something.

"he."

Looking in the direction Fang Rui pointed, the person who came into view was the same person she had been looking at earlier.