Log in to the farming game in advance

Chapter 323 Player Login
In the early morning hours of the City of Silver, the newsstands opened and the shelves were filled with Tomorrow Evening News.

As soon as the newspaper clerk opened the door, he saw a large group of orcs queuing in front of the store.

The lion ear clerk was startled, there are so many orcs buying newspapers today.

"Give me a newspaper, thank you!" An orc handed over a copper coin.

The official price of newspapers in Tomorrow City is two cents. Of course, the orcs in Silver City will not enjoy the original price discount. Newspaper merchants will not be able to earn much by sharing the travel expenses and the purchase price.

Oliver knows that a newspaper can't make much money, but he doesn't panic. Newspapers are the official business of Tomorrow City. There must be a lot of people buying newspapers in the future. He is waiting for the opportunity to sell newspapers across the country.

"A copper coin is a piece of paper, and the paper in Tomorrow City is a bit cheap." Some noble orcs in Silver City muttered.

Paper is a scarce item in Lionheart Country, and it is not easy to get a piece of paper.

Newspaper merchant Oliver heard this, reminding him of his experience of buying newspapers at the price of two copper coins.

At that time, when he first came into contact with newspapers, Oliver didn't know the market, so he bought multiple copies of newspapers from a cat-eared loli at the price of two copper coins.

In retrospect, he was slaughtered.

But fortunately, he sold it backhanded to Shuizhu Port that time, and earned back his pocket with the profit.

Now the price is much lower than before. If it wasn't for the government of Tomorrow City to regulate the market price, Oliver would like to sell the newspaper to the price of five copper coins.

"Don't squeeze, brother!"

"I am the heir in line of the Xiyouer family, I warn you not to squeeze me!"

"Nobles are amazing. Lord Alan said that nobles are commoners. There are no more nobles in our Silver City!"

In front of the bookstore, a group of lion tribe orcs pushed each other, and the noble young master was blushing and furious.

The ordinary lion man raised his chest and raised his head, and pushed the noble young master out of the crowd with his strong chest.

Oliver was speechless as he watched from the sidelines. Since the upper echelons of the City of Silver were purged by Ivan's army, the nobles had no face to face.

Want to buy a newspaper?

Now there are no slaves, the nobles will buy them in person!
Send a maid to buy?
In theory, it is possible, but first of all, there is a premise that the maid must be a free citizen, not a slave, and must be paid.

A freeman is not the private property of an individual or a family. If a maid is violated badly or does not receive her salary, she can file a complaint with the local administrative office. Every complaint will be approved. During this sensitive period, the army will confiscate everything including her family and her family.

Outside the crowd, there were also a few maids standing on the edge. They didn't dare to squeeze in, so they had to ask those who had already bought newspapers what happened last night.

The orcs who grabbed the newspaper spread out the newspaper and quickly read the content of the first page. The orcs who didn't buy it looked sideways and peeked at the contents of the newspaper, feeling very excited.

Tomorrow Evening News focused on the opening of the train, saying that the train is an epoch-making means of transportation. In the near future, the surrounding towns will be connected into a whole, and all resources will be fully operated for the new king.

The orcs in the City of Silver didn't quite understand what a train was, but the train's speed, distance, and single-way transportation volume surprised them.

"The train takes 10 minutes from the mine to the port of Tomorrow City, so fast?"

"In the future, Tomorrow City can reach Saltpeter Town in an hour, and transport hundreds of tons of goods in a single trip?"

The orcs couldn't imagine what kind of monster the train was, and thousands of tons of goods were transported to Tomorrow City in an hour.

The things recorded in the newspapers became more and more weird, and the orcs felt that they had not kept up with the times.

I heard that the thermal power plant in Tomorrow City started construction in a few days, and the whole city was electrified to extend the working hours of the factory.

Electricity is thunder and lightning in the sky, how could it be captured by mortals, the orcs in Silver City were skeptical.

The orcs in the outer town didn't believe it, but the orcs in tomorrow's city believed in Alan.

Every day when the orcs go to work, they glance at the nearby light bulb and wonder when it lights up the world.

"Don't look at it, the thermal power plant has not started yet, there is no electricity, and the light bulbs won't light up!"

Every time after class, Alan took the trouble to answer the children's questions.

……

real world.

As the opening time of the world draws near, the Infinity Stream players who are qualified to participate in the competition have canceled the login event, anxiously waiting for the opening of the ultimate competition.

"The last hour of the countdown!"

On the infinite network forum, the countdown of the page has jumped to "00:59:59", and every second that passes is exciting.

A year ago, the main god released information to the majority of players to determine the time to log in.

It is now an hour before the start of the ultimate competition, and the players have no place to vent their emotions, so they go to the infinite network forum to chat. The activity of the forum players has risen to the peak, and countless players are chatting on it.

"The ultimate competition is coming. Please be merciful when you see this pigeon. My national flag must be a picture of a pigeon. Pay attention!" the pigeon spirit chatted.

"After Mr. Pigeon enters, let's form a team, and the two countries form an alliance!" the repeater said.

"Hehe, I wish the allies have their ass stolen by their allies." When Citric Acid replied, it had already reached the thousandth floor, looking very sour.

"Citric acid, how about we form an alliance?" Zhenxiang replied to Citric acid from below.

The other players looked eagerly, and begged the boss for help.

The four bosses ignored the private chats of unknown players and continued to chat across servers.

Some players complained: "The initial location we enter the game should be randomly distributed, and it is really not certain whether we will be an alliance or not."

"Stop talking, there are still a few minutes, let's get ready." A player said.

The players chatted for an hour, and the countdown of the forum has entered the final 5-minute countdown.

Players have nothing to prepare, turn off the forum, close your eyes and wait slowly.

Earth, a certain island villa.

The white pigeons lowered their heads to groom their feathers, and the sound of the waves came and went.

The girl turned off the infinite internet forum in her brain, wore pink shorts, and a white pigeon hat sweater, laying casually on a soft bed, put on sunglasses, put her hands in the center of her lower abdomen, adjusted her breathing, and waited for the last time to come.

The last five seconds, three seconds, two seconds, one second.

Ding!
A semi-transparent subtitle appeared in front of the eyes of the reincarnation:
[Game plane: Orc plane A9775.

The period of contemporary technological civilization: the age of steam.

Traversing Mode: Soul Transmigration

Game duration: no time limit
Game Difficulty: Unknown

Game introduction: During the period of the prevalence of cold weapons, the steam engine was just born in a certain orc country, and the powerful orcs occupied the entire continent. When the players lost the extraordinary force they depended on for survival, what would they do?

Additional restrictions: no items, no skills to enter]

After reading this introduction to the plane, the players froze for a moment.

The information in the technology era has changed. Five years ago, it was marked as the eve of the industrial age. Now it is the official test period, and it has turned into the steam era.

"Fortunately, I have practiced no less than ten rounds at the beginning of the Steam Age, so I can handle it." Pigeon Jing patted his chest and said secretly.

The dungeon game of Farming Stream has been played for a long time, and I am tired after playing it once, and I basically don’t want to play it again. Pigeon Jing has practiced for this for no less than ten rounds, which shows that her farming stream has also been played for tens of thousands of years.

After reading the brief introduction of the ultimate competition, the word login appeared.

[Do you want to land on the orc plane A9775 (the ultimate competition)? 】

【Yes! 】

　This book is in the middle stage, next is the player chapter!

　　The later stage is Star Wars.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)