Simulation: Starting from Under One Person

The matter was settled just like that.

On the other side, Lü Huan went to the warehouse to get some daily necessities, and then stopped a villager to ask if there were any decorations for the room. However, the villager replied that there were none in the village and that if he wanted them, he would have to buy them online.

Lü Huan was no stranger to online shopping, and immediately went online to find the items she wanted, while also thinking about how to complete the task posted by Fang Rui.

For Lü Huan, weaving a false memory was not difficult; it just took some time.

The key issue is how to fabricate the memories. This is the first time she's fabricated false memories for a sheep, so she needs to be careful to avoid any unnecessary trouble.

………………

As evening fell, the villagers of Biyou gathered in the dining hall.

"Hey, Lao Zhang, you're sitting here? Isn't it your turn to cook today?"

One villager looked surprised as he gazed at another villager beside him.

"The new master chef said that her cooking skills are very good, and the kitchen will be handed over to her from now on," the villager who was asked explained.

"So...you just gave in?"

"Of course not, I refused very seriously at the time, but that master was quite strong, and he pushed me out of the kitchen in just a few moves, and..."

The villager exclaimed, "...That master knife wielder is truly skilled. I only saw a flash of silver before the vegetables were chopped. Seeing her knife skills, I had absolutely no desire to compete with her for the kitchen."

"Is it really that exaggerated?" some villagers didn't believe it.

“It’s that exaggerated, look over there if you don’t believe me.” The villager turned to look in the direction of the kitchen.

Because it's an open kitchen, everything inside is visible.

Fu Rong, who had changed into a long-sleeved shirt and trousers, brandished two kitchen knives and chopped up a pile of vegetables in less than three minutes amidst a flurry of flashing blades.

The villagers watching only saw the flashing blades and realized that all the vegetables had been cut.

“…Outrageous!” a villager uttered slowly.

“That’s outrageous!” another villager agreed.

"I remember when I'm chopping vegetables, it takes me half an hour to chop a little bit, while she can chop a whole bunch in just a few swishes..." A villager covered his face with his hand: "The difference is too big! It's really discouraging."

Other villagers also discussed the matter, expressing their amazement (or shock) at the knife skills.

Amidst the noise, Fang Rui, Ma Xianhong, and others entered the canteen.

After finding an empty seat, Fang Rui looked at Ma Xianhong and Bi Yuan, who were weaving through the crowd and greeting some people.

What are you doing?

Fang Rui's doubts were quickly dispelled, and soon Ma Xianhong came to his side to inform him of the meeting that evening.

Dinner was quite lavish, and Fu Rong's integration into Biyou Village went very smoothly—in fact, it was the smoothest process she had ever experienced.

Who could dislike a beautiful and talented female chef?!

As the moon rose high in the sky, Fang Rui's forging workshop became the venue for this meeting.

A dozen or so people gathered in the empty hall, where the wall lamps cast a bright yellow light and flames burned slowly in the fireplace.

"Why did you add a fireplace?" Jin Yong raised an eyebrow.

"The air in the mountains is very humid, so we use a fireplace to remove the moisture," Fang Rui explained.

Bi Yuan stroked his beard: "Give me one too."

"No problem, we'll start construction tomorrow." Fang Rui gave an OK sign.

Ma Xianhong clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention: "Let's get down to business, stop talking about other things."

"What's the matter?"

"How to make money."

Fang Rui offered his suggestion: "If I open a company to sell clothes and religious artifacts, I can find customers."

"Selling masks?" Jin Yong said.

"Selling toys?" Liu Wu Kui followed up.

"Open a restaurant?" Fu Rong said.

Others also offered their suggestions, but none of them were reliable, and the business owners didn't give any good advice either.

"Okay, very well, I know you have no better suggestions, so please stop talking."

Ma Xianhong interrupted the nonsense of everyone present, gently rubbing his temples.

It's absurd that Fang Rui was the only one who gave reliable advice.

Are people who sell masks and toys joking?

"Is there no other way?" Ma Xianhong asked again.

"It's not that there aren't any solutions, but we can't do any of them," a villager said.

“Is that so…” Ma Xianhong nodded slightly: “Then let’s do as Fang Rui suggested. If you have any suitable ways to make money, you can tell me.”

The attendees responded in unison, and then Ma Xianhong announced the end of the meeting, leaving Fang Rui and the others stunned.

Wait a minute, the meeting hasn't even started for long! Is it over already?

Aren't you going to say a little more?

Meetings usually take a long time, don't they?

After a moment of stunned silence, everyone came to their senses and, realizing it was better to end things sooner, began to leave one after another.

Before leaving, Ma Xianhong asked, "What magical artifacts are you planning to sell?"

"Low-end."

"To whom?"

"I will have Shen Chong from Quanxing introduce clients, and pick out some that I like from among them."

"Ha, Quanxing." Ma Xianhong curled his lip in disdain.

"You can also ask Bi Yuan to help you find some clients; he definitely knows a lot of people."

"Will selling too many magical artifacts at once cause problems?"

“Sell a few less of those, and fabricate a source for those magical artifacts to disguise yourselves.”

Chapter 50 A Busy Morning

The world of supernatural beings is neither too big nor too small; if you smash several magical artifacts into it, you won't even hear a sound.

However, due to the scarcity of weapon refiners and the difficulty in crafting magical artifacts, if someone were to sell a magical artifact, it would certainly attract the attention of those with ulterior motives.

To avoid future trouble, it is necessary to hide one's identity. Otherwise, it would be troublesome if someone caught up with the clues and followed the trail, since there are many things in Biyou Village that cannot be exposed to the light of day.

How to disguise oneself is not a concern for now.

He has some things to attend to lately and cannot leave Biyou Village in the short term. He can slowly consider ways to disguise himself and erase his traces.

Nothing happened that night. The next morning, a knocking sound echoed in Fang Rui's ears, waking him from his sleep.

When I opened my eyes, I saw square wooden windows, and sunlight streaming through the frosted glass leaving square patches of light on the stone floor.

After a short while, his sleepiness gradually dissipated. Hearing the persistent knocking on the door, he quickly got dressed and hurried towards the door.

With a click, the door was unlocked, and as it opened, the scene outside came into view: Liu Wu Kui carrying a lunchbox, Lü Huan yawning, and Liu Hong Zhong looking haggard.

Upon seeing this lineup, he understood why these people had come to him.

Good morning, Fang Rui!

Liu Wu Kui greeted him with a bright smile, holding up his lunchbox and saying, "You haven't eaten yet, have you? I brought you some food."

Fang Rui's gaze passed over the three people and looked at the mountains and forests behind them. The hazy morning mist swirled around the mountains and forests, and the moist air gradually entered his nostrils with each breath, making him feel a slight coolness and making him more and more awake.

"You've come too early."

Fang Rui stepped aside to let the group into the house.

Looking slightly sleepy, Lü Huan nodded in agreement. She had been forcibly woken up while she was sound asleep, and if she were grumpy, she would have already started arguing with Liu Wu Kui.

"Hehe~" Liu Wu Kui scratched her head and laughed awkwardly. She was indeed a little excited, after all, this was the most likely chance to cure her brother.

"No rush, let us prepare first. It's not a good time to treat patients when you're sleepy."

While inviting Liu Wukui and Liu Hongzhong to sit down, he explained to them, and then went with Lü Huan to wash their faces with cold water to clear their minds.

"Well then... I'll begin."

Revitalized by the cold water, Lü Huan stood beside Liu Hongzhong and spoke to Fang Rui and Liu Wukui, who were watching him.

After receiving nods of agreement from the two individuals, he then said to Liu Hongzhong, the person involved, "Relax, it's just a check-up."

As he spoke, Lü Huan placed his palm close to the back of Liu Hongzhong's head, and the bright blue light emanating from it touched Liu Hongzhong's head. A minute or two later, the blue light quickly dissipated, and Lü Huan withdrew his hand, thus ending the examination of Liu Hongzhong's soul condition.

"How is it?" Fang Rui asked.

“There are indeed some problems,” Lü Huan replied.

"That's not what I'm asking. I'm asking if you have a way to solve his problem?"

Upon hearing Lü Huan's answer, Fang Rui realized that his question had been too brief and had caused Lü Huan to misunderstand, so he explained the question in more detail.

“No.” Lü Huan shook her head. As Liu Wu Kui and Liu Hong Zhong looked disappointed, she continued, “But it’s not entirely hopeless. Let me study it for a while longer, and maybe I can come up with a way to cure him.”

Lü Huan's tone was uncertain. In her understanding, the Minghun Technique had an extremely high ceiling, and continuing to study it might lead to a solution to Liu Hongzhong's soul problem.

"Really?!" Liu Wu Kui asked.

"I can't be 100% sure, I can only say it's possible," Lü Huan said, offering no guarantee.

“Really,” Fang Rui said.

"No, how come you answered for me?" Lü Huan squinted and glanced at Fang Rui.

"Isn't what you wanted to say those two words?" Fang Rui retorted.

"Whether it is or isn't, it's not up to you to say," Lü Huan said unhappily.

"Don't worry about the details," Fang Rui waved his hand.