Type-Moon, the Ultimate Villain Simulator

Early in the morning, the fellow was awakened by a voice.

The fellow raised his head.

I saw my wife standing next to me.

He asked himself, "What are you eating, you damned bastard? It smells so good."

"Aroma? I didn't eat anything!"

The fellow villager replied.

I also sniffed to see where the smell came from.

Sure enough, I smelled a strange fragrance.

It makes people feel a little hungry.

This is a different flavor from before, but the instinctive reaction tells the locals that this is something edible.

Even goodies.

"But I didn't cheat, maybe it was from the neighbor next door!"

The fellow was halfway through his words.

Suddenly I thought of what happened last night.

He patted his head and said, "It turns out I wasn't dreaming!"

"Dream, what are you dreaming about? There's no room for you in the bed."

The daughter-in-law chatters on and on.

The fellow villager said, "Someone sent me food last night, but it looked weird, so I roasted it in the fire, and it became like this."

The daughter-in-law was just about to ask who might be able to bring them food.

But the fellow had already rushed forward with both hands and dug out the potatoes.

The surface is gray and the skin is wrinkled.

It looks like a large fruit.

The fellow villager simply broke it apart.

It doesn't feel hard at all, but can be easily broken apart.

Without waiting for his wife to speak, the fellow villager put the fruit in his mouth and said, "No one in this world can harm me, so I might as well try eating it. I will die at most anyway. If it is really edible, maybe we won't have to worry about famine in the future."

I don’t know why my fellow villagers would have such an idea.

No one had ever told him what the famine years would be like.

But what we eat is simple hope.

Therefore, it is inevitable for fellow villagers to think this way.

“Delicious, really delicious.”

After the fellow villager ate two bites of the potato, Chen praised: "It's damn delicious. I'll save half and wait and see. I'm fine, you and the child can have a bite."

The daughter-in-law looked at her husband worriedly.

Now that things have come to this, there is nothing we can do.

After all, her husband had eaten it, and they didn't have any money to see a doctor.

More importantly, their lives are worthless, and perhaps, just as her husband said, they will not be deliberately targeted.

An hour passed.

There were no physical changes.

The fellow villager said to his wife, "I feel good. You and your baby can have some."

The daughter-in-law walked forward and took a bite.

"So sweet."

The child also came forward and was fed the remaining baked potatoes by his parents.

Even if it's cold.

But it’s delicious.

Very delicious.

Mouthwatering.

The child also hurriedly said to the fellow villager: "Aunt, Aunt, are you still there? Are you still there?"

The fellow villager's face suddenly fell.

He said helplessly: "No more."

"Let's see in the evening."

……

Another night.

The fellow villager did not wait for the visitor to bring him food.

I can only regard what happened before as a kind-hearted immortal coming to earth.

Just bring some food to people, that's all.

Maybe it can prolong your life or something like that.

"Can't you come?"

Helplessly, the fellow fell into a deep sleep.

...and

Lu Bu asked Zhang Jue why.

Chi Tu laughed and said this was obviously a case of playing hard to get.

Zhang Jue shook his head.

If you just give blindly, people may not necessarily think it is a miracle and hope.

But control it appropriately, raise expectations, and give answers.

People will certainly gravitate toward it.

……

The third night.

The fellow got up as usual.

But at this time, he heard a familiar voice.

open the door.

A black figure appeared in front of him.

The man threw him a bamboo slip and said, "Do you still want to eat? I'll read it to you. As long as you can remember the first ten words of this book, or even write them down, I'll bring you seven or eight potatoes."

The fellow villager quickly agreed.

The shadow also gave the fellow villager two potatoes.

……

One day, Lu Bu asked Zhang Jue why this happened.

Zhang Jue said to make people accustomed to the gain between labor and gain.

Of course, farmers don’t need to worry about this.

What is more important is to let people gradually learn to read and get used to the existence of potatoes.

In this world, there are many more people from wealthy and poor families who are willing to learn than ordinary people, even if they don’t have any strange magic skills.

It is difficult for ordinary people to defeat these enemies.

Not to mention this world.

Only by continuing to study can you find opportunities.

Especially since all the mysteries in this world are monopolized by the Four Saints of the Four Directions.

People can only choose to move forward in a non-mysterious direction.

And these must be related to knowledge anyway.

Zhang Jue had looked up some things, and everyone who had interacted with him in the pre-Qin period had some of them.

Many people in their village can read and write.

But now, there is really no foundation.

Therefore, Lu Bu was asked to bring "Zhuangzi" to teach people.

……

Night four.

"You have learned well. I will teach you ten characters. I will also teach the third son of the Wang family, one of your fellow villagers, ten different characters. You can learn from each other, and I will give you more potatoes."

As he spoke, Lu Bu recognized the potato and a note and said, "You can slowly learn the words on it. Once you understand them, you will know them at a glance."

Of course, what is written here is not the Yellow Turban transaction.

……

Night five.

The shadow did not come.

But the third son of Old Wang came.

Discuss writing with fellow villagers.

The fellow villager studied it seriously.

……

Day .

The fellow went to the next village and found someone learning to read, so he stayed there overnight.

Learned more words.

……

Ten days in a row.

The shadow came only once.

But the fellow still managed to remember quite a few of them.

The potatoes are almost finished.

Since I didn't know how long it could be stored, I ate it quickly.

It was on this day that the fellow villager understood the words on the paper.

——Potatoes can be planted and their yield per mu exceeds that of grain.

The fellow villager regretted it deeply.

I feel like I’m learning too slowly, otherwise it would be good to try to plant it.

He no longer doubted that what the black shadow said was false or that he had any bad intentions.

There must be bad intentions in investing in it. Who would teach these things to the common people?

……

It's a new night again.

The shadow appeared again and said, "I'll give you a chance. If you teach one person in the village to learn ten words, I will give you one potato and that person two potatoes. If that person teaches another person ten words, then when he has two people, I will give you one potato..."

"How about it?"