MC's career as foreign lord

"Not enough dirt?" Zhou Ren thought, a bit of a headache forming. He felt a little numb. He was halfway through paving when he realized there were still a lot of cobblestones left, but the dirt was definitely down to its last small pile.

It wasn't like the problem was huge. Everything he did was actually step-by-step, except for the wind and that black slime.

Those were a bit unexpected, but everything else was actually under his control.

"I can take some time to flatten the rest of the area, that way there will be dirt." After all, besides the farm and the house, most of the area was still wilderness and rolling hills. Sooner or later, Zhou Ren would impose his aesthetic on reality.

As for what MC's aesthetic was? Did you even need to ask? Squares were justice! Big squares were MC's justice aesthetic!

Zhou Ren went down the water elevator and stopped at the corner of the farm. Here was the mushroom house made of cobblestone, which, under the illumination of some strange light, actually looked a bit eerie.

His Spirit Manual shook violently. The little silver dragon was starting to spew cold air again. "You fought off the monster's attack last night, and there are several mysterious magic books? (Shocked)"

Zhou Ren shook his head and closed the book directly. Why couldn't this little silver dragon restrain her temper? Was she like this outside too? He had spoiled her!

Although he knew that Anna was not inherently bad, this arrogant and rude personality was really hard to like. Or rather, the arrogance of the dragon race, coupled with her education, made it always difficult to gain favor.

After all, she was a silver dragon, nobility among the metal dragons, and she was doted on by the elves. It was reasonable to think that she would be a bit arrogant, but Zhou Ren was not an elf. It was okay to indulge her before, but now she wanted to know everything, which was a bit too much.

Zhou Ren waved his hand and put this matter aside. Anyway, she was not in the town now, so it was useless to say more.

He looked at the mushrooms that had already grown in the mushroom house and showed a slight smile. He picked the mushrooms that were closer together, leaving enough space for the remaining ones to continue growing, and then slowly retreated.

Then he remembered a very painful thing. After version 1.14, there was actually something called a composter, but now... it was already 1.17!

The function of the composter was to compost things like plant seeds, fruits, and leaves into bone meal. This could be used to process large amounts of accumulated plants, seeds, and saplings in the later stages.

This was actually a problem that Zhou Ren would face. After his farm expanded, there would inevitably be a surplus of plant seeds or crops, and the appearance of the composter could solve this problem very well.

He could turn all the plants into bone meal for reuse, which was a very good virtuous cycle, and Zhou Ren was happy to do so.

So he had a lot of time before to make a composter, but he went to the battlefield to collect bones instead, which might be a kind of inertia in thinking.

After all, why did the 1.12 die-hard players feel like time hadn't passed for long, and why did they have the illusion of being abandoned by the whole world? What are underground caves? Why haven't I seen this End? What's going on with these pigs and trees in the Nether?

So Zhou Ren had to learn a lot of new version knowledge to ensure that he was not abandoned by the world, starting with making a composter.

The crafting method of the composter was a bit like the wooden bucket in Skyblock, which was seven wooden steps stacked on the workbench to form a bucket shape.

It was a pity that Zhou Ren did not have Skyblock, so he simply made a composter and put some extra seeds, leaves, and flowers from the box into it.

"Wait!" Zhou Ren suddenly took out the flowers. He didn't lack bone meal now. Making this composter was mainly for testing, so there was really no need to waste these flowers that he had worked so hard to get from the grass.

In previous versions, flowers were actually useless, except for making dyes, they only had some ornamental value, so in some mods, they would add some extra functions to the flowers.

For example... in the Twilight Forest, poppies could be used to open the Twilight Gate. Now this version, it seems to be called corn poppy? 404 is really the enemy of a lifetime for games.

But the official forces the demise of fan works, just like the bamboo mod and the copper mod. After the new version was updated, the flowers, which had been silent for a long time, finally came out with something.

What he thought of was the special food that appeared in version 1.14, Suspicious Stew.

This stew was actually a variant of mushroom stew. Whether it was hunger value or saturation, it was exactly the same as mushroom stew, but!

Speaking of but, this Suspicious Stew would have different effects after putting in different flowers, and there were positive and negative effects, which was especially magical.

For example, the effect of the dandelion was fire resistance, and four seconds of fire resistance could do a lot of things.

And the effect of the cornflower was jump boost, which could be seen as a simple temporary enchantment. The time was not long, but it should be able to do a lot of things.

Zhou Ren quickly thought of a simplest application method, such as fire resistance, which could be drunk directly at the moment of being attacked. How terrifying would a warrior who could enter and exit the flames unharmed for four seconds be in a battle between a high-level warrior and a mage?

Actually, there were things that Zhou Ren didn't say. The attribute gain that fire resistance could obtain in the magic world was actually much more exaggerated, and could even be said to be extremely terrifying. If he released this thing, many mercenaries would come to buy it, right?

Thinking about it this way, there were really a lot of things he could sell. Whether it was fruits, food, or equipment, they were all scarce resources for these people around!

Zhou Ren laughed at himself when he thought of this. Yes, the collision of rules between two different worlds, it would be strange if there was nothing good. He brought the mushrooms back, wasn't it just to make some special soup?

He could use the MC system's function to drink the soup in one gulp, but he didn't know if those mercenaries could do it?

Among these buffs, the most valuable was naturally the oxeye daisy, which continuously restored life for eight seconds, enough to directly raise a person's life by half.

"Hey? If a person is full, then they can't drink Suspicious Stew, wouldn't they just die directly and can't be saved?" Zhou Ren complained, thinking about it, it was really possible!

So even if the Suspicious Stew was so useful, it would still be instantly killed by the potion system. After all, it didn't require any prerequisites, and it took effect with one sip, which was definitely better than a bowl of soup.

So Zhou Ren was really thinking about whether to get something to sell. The mercenaries here had stronger combat power and took more good things, and then they could increase the price to buy their own things. Hmm, a virtuous cycle?

While Zhou Ren was still contemplating the self-cultivation of leeks, the meat in the smoker was already cooked. He was still using the previous meat, but it was mainly used to make rice bowl dishes with rice balls, and the taste was indeed good with the fragrance of rice.

Adding a baked potato and a lemon after the meal, both comforting and healthy foods, even the gods wouldn't trade this life!

He had just taken out the washed rice and put it in the pot, and hadn't even had time to light the fire when he heard the sound at the door.

"Is this what my lord requires?" It was Mossa's voice. Perhaps because of the soul connection, even though he was still at the entrance of the territory, a full hundred meters away from Zhou Ren, he could still hear him clearly.

Zhou Ren looked at the things in his hand, and since he didn't seem to have anything urgent to do, he strolled forward to take a look at the door.

By this time, almost everyone in the town knew about this mysterious lord. Whether it was turning the tide in the dark of night or going against the wind, it all represented the extraordinary power of this lord.

Not to mention that this territory standing in the wind had shielded them from many troubles. It was said that the wasteland behind Zhou Ren's territory had been taken over by several merchants who were bidding for it, saying they wanted to develop it into windless wasteland architecture!

Zhou Ren didn't really care about this situation. The development of his territory was actually less than a tenth complete. He didn't know how long it would take to finish the whole thing, and he didn't really want to expand the territory.

He was still thinking about continuing to expand in the sky and underground. Spreading out was too troublesome, and he might have to install rails and mine carts, and find passages and routes, unlike here, where an elevator solved most of the problems.

If there was industry in the future, the emergence of flying backpacks would greatly reduce his time going upstairs.

But thinking about it, that's not right. Since industry can make flying backpacks, wouldn't full automation already be implemented? No, it should be said that automation is completely mature. Maybe by that time, he would already be thinking about going to the God Realm to take a look?

Zhou Ren strode forward. Since it was something he wanted, Werner and his mercenary group must have come to his door.

Mossa also felt that today's experience was very magical. He had just received a reward from the Church—the Elven Church of Corellon was actually very lenient and would not attack the undead (maybe they didn't find out, or maybe they found out they couldn't beat them)—and then the female elf who was about to cry led a bunch of mercenaries to him.

Werner also felt lucky today, except that the guy next to him who claimed to be Zhou Ren's servant was a little unfriendly to him.

"How do I address you?" he said. "My name is Werner, a junior warrior, and also the leader of this mercenary group!"

He tried his best to liven up the atmosphere, forcing Mossa to respond, "Magician, Mossa!"

His voice was hoarse and dull, and he unconsciously exuded a huge amount of cold air, causing several people to shiver and lose the desire to continue speaking.

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When Zhou Ren arrived at the door, he saw such a scene: a group of mercenaries huddled together, surrounded by some wild boars and rabbits they had captured, a bag of leather and plants, and some special metal objects.

The metal looked like their trophies, and they were very careful in keeping them. Zhou Ren didn't care, and stepped forward.

"Master, your reward has been received, and the negotiation with Henry will have results tomorrow morning. The mercenaries are here," Mossa said, and then, regaining his senses, walked to the back and pushed out a large box.

Zhou Ren listened to the sound inside, feeling like there might be tens of thousands of gold coins, and asked curiously, "Is it so many gold coins?"

"A total of thirty thousand gold coins, thank you for your protection and outstanding contribution to Pine Leaf Town, these are the mayor's original words." He said it generously, and then Zhou Ren directly opened the box and put all the glittering gold coins into it.

A series of gold coins were put into his backpack, making people dizzy, and also making this group of mercenaries clearly understand Zhou Ren's strength.

They definitely didn't dare to rob him. They all knew how this money came from. Zhou Ren's achievements this morning had already reached the town. A bear goblin of a high-level professional rank, the previous two-headed giant, the value brought by these two guys far exceeded thirty thousand gold coins.

So it was just envy. Mossa walked behind Zhou Ren, and Zhou Ren came to them, "Captain Werner, congratulations on becoming a member of the professionals!"

"I have to thank Lord Zhou Ren for this. Without your help, I wouldn't have been so fast..." Werner said very respectfully, "Sir, the wild boars and rabbits you wanted are here, and the rest are some special plants and seeds."

"My help?" Zhou Ren smiled, "Could it be that apple?"

"You guessed it, sir, it's that apple!" Werner said, "That apple helped me break through successfully. I am finally a professional!"

Zhou Ren smiled, "It's good to be of some help. How about it, do you want a sword or a thousand gold coins for these things?"

Several mercenaries looked at each other, and finally Werner came out, "Sir, we... want a thousand gold coins!"

As soon as he said this, someone behind him exclaimed, "Captain!"

"Shut up!" Werner said, "Sir, we just want a thousand gold coins!"

Zhou Ren smiled, shook his head, and pointed to the person behind him, "Why don't you tell me what you want?"

That person was suddenly embarrassed. No wonder Werner came out to negotiate every time, it turned out he was prone to getting stuck!

Werner thought for a moment and said, "Sir, let me explain it to you!"

"You say!" Zhou Ren nodded, casually dragged a chair over and sat down, "I'm listening."

"Your sword has now risen to two thousand two hundred gold coins," Werner said, "If we take the sword, we are actually making money from you."

"You are not bad to us, sir, I can't do such a thing!"

"Hahaha!" Zhou Ren laughed, "Is this the ability that allows you to lead a mercenary group?"

He reached out and threw out an iron sword, "I said, a thousand gold coins or a sword, now if you want it, it's yours, you don't need to worry about the money, I don't lack that!"

Zhou Ren looked at him with great appreciation, "I admire your honest personality! You can take this money and the sword, consider it my investment?"

"Holding the sword, maybe you can continue to break through?" Zhou Ren said, "I'm optimistic about your future, maybe you can make a name for yourself in this world? Then my investment wouldn't be a loss!"