Log in to the farming game in advance

Chapter 338

"Smudged—"

The train carrying a large amount of steel departed from Tomorrow City, the steam screamed, and the steel body rumbled across the track, leaving Tomorrow City under the wild eyes of the orcs.

The new orcs who had just entered Tomorrow City were stunned, watching the train dragging a long column of white smoke, which became longer and longer as the wind changed from vertical rise to horizontal displacement.

Even though the figure of the train had disappeared at the end, its roaring sound was still roaring in the ears of the new orc, becoming more and more deaf.

"Is this Tomorrow City?"

"This is heaven. It's not in vain. The one who just left is the steel beast of heaven."

The new orcs who hadn't seen each other chattered, some of them pulled their sons, knelt down towards the direction where the train was leaving, and kowtowed a few times.

Some passers-by passed by and chuckled, "That's called a train, it's not some kind of divine beast, and this isn't the kingdom of God, but the new king's capital."

After the passer-by finished speaking, he pushed the trolley in his hand proudly, and rushed to the port area with the empty trolley.

The kneeling orc didn't listen, and looked in awe, not despising everything in Tomorrow City.

They are not the slaves of Tomorrow City, but the orcs in Lionheart. I heard that Tomorrow City held the king's enthronement ceremony, and also provided a lot of jobs, including food, housing and tuition fees. The orcs in other towns began to defect to Tomorrow city.

Lawson is an ordinary orc in the city of Lionheart King. As a native of the city, he naturally has a sense of superiority over the orcs in small places.

But after seeing the train whizzing past with a column of smoke, the inner superiority of the residents of the old royal city was ruthlessly shattered, replaced by fear and awe.

They walked all the way, and saw a large number of orcs felling trees and plowing outside the wall.

As spring passed, the temperature gradually rose, and there were field after field of green, sticky rice plants, almost as tall as the orc.

"Lion king, is this sticky rice? Why is it so tall?" The orcs covered their mouths, the knowledge of the old king city seemed useless here.

The orcs approached the farmland and found that these green plants had produced a large number of spikes. Each spike was full and huge, exuding the familiar smell of sticky rice and a strong smell of grass.

This one's grass smell is a bit different from the previous ones. They can't tell if there is any change in this smell, they just feel different intuitively.

Little do they know that this subtle change in the smell is exactly the smell that insects hate. Insects that love to eat sticky rice smell this smell, and they will have negative feedback of anorexia, and thus refuse to eat sticky rice, achieving the function of insect resistance.

"What are you doing, are you stealing food!" A wolf-eared orc suddenly protruded from the farmland, opened its mouth wide, and showed sharp fangs.

The werewolf's beast ears are a bit like the kobold's ears. Their ears are parallel and vertical, revealing two big wolf teeth, which makes the lion people instantly recognize his werewolf identity.

"Wolfman!"

The werewolf is a rare and powerful warrior in the Lionheart Kingdom. It is a race of strong physical strength. After transformation, some parts of the body become beasts, and their combat effectiveness is strong. The individual combat effectiveness is stronger than that of the tauren.

The Lionheart Temple once secretly cultivated an army of werewolf awakeners, but because of racial differences, it was not trusted by the Lionheart executives, and it ended hastily and was not successfully formed.

The werewolf in front of him was shocked when he saw their reaction, and immediately yelled:

"Come on, there are grain thieves here, catch them!"

The cry of the werewolf spread around, and passers-by put down their carts and ran over fiercely.

A group of orcs ran out of the farmland, including lions, foxes, kobolds, etc., of various races.

They all stared at the "grain thief" and silently surrounded the lion man, not giving them a chance to escape.

The ordinary orcs were so frightened that they knelt down and begged for mercy loudly, "Forgive me, we are not food thieves!"

In order to prove himself, he shook out all the things in the bag, and there was a card with a pass written on it, which was a pass issued by the administrative office on the other side of Wangcheng, allowing his family to go to Tomorrow City to find a job.

When everyone saw that it was not a food thief, they left disappointed.

The werewolf also lamented: "It's a pity that you are not food thieves, otherwise you will be rewarded one yuan per person if you catch the newly established police department in Tomorrow City!"

One yuan can buy a lot of things in Tomorrow City, which is equivalent to 100 yuan in later generations.

"Brother, we are good people. We are definitely not food thieves. We are just curious."

"I know that there are orcs from other towns who come to work every day. The work in Tomorrow City is indeed endless. Everyone can find a job here, but it's hard for us farmers." Mr. Werewolf felt the same way.

"How hard it is, I didn't see the supervisor with a whip to supervise." The orc straightened his head, and he didn't see the supervisor at 1.8 meters seven.

Werewolf freemen usually don't have many opportunities to express their distress. Seeing that this passer-by seemed interested in listening, he continued:
"You don't understand. Work here depends on self-consciousness. Even if there are supervisors, they don't have a whip. At most, they can tease you. Oh, what I just said was the supervision during the slave period. I am now a freeman, and the supervisors no longer supervise. I'm done, and I don't need other people's supervision, I'm willing to work."

The orcs in the old royal city don't understand very well, and they have an idiot expression on their faces.

The werewolf brothers didn't care about the eyes of the orcs in the old city, "You don't understand, I don't suffer from farming every day, but I have to be careful of you outsiders."

"You outsiders are not serious or serious. From time to time, you go into the farmland to pick an ear of rice, and sometimes you just pull out a sticky rice plant."

Hearing this, the orcs in the Old King City finally understood the difficulties of the werewolves. If they hadn't gathered around to watch and even wanted to steal rice, the werewolf brothers wouldn't have had to work so hard at all.

This is a farming society, and the orcs with low intelligence are used to doing farm work. It is nothing to sweat and work hard in the sun every day, but they are afraid of the ignorant newcomers picking sticky rice.

These sticky rice is a hybrid specialty of Tomorrow City. It is resistant to insects, high pressure, lodging, and sweet. It is no longer the old sticky rice. Newbies are very curious, and if they are not careful, large grains of sticky rice will be picked away.

This is morally low, barbaric and uncivilized. In order to cope with these ignorant and indispensable labor forces, Tomorrow City has issued a reward for catching thieves. Anyone who catches a food thief will have a reward of one yuan, and there will be a reward for participating.

If there is a bogus case to claim the reward, there will be serious consequences if it is found out—it will be assigned to mining in Nitpeter Town!

The living environment of Saltpeter Town is not as advanced as that of Tomorrow City. In theory, it is still a barbaric and uncivilized mining environment. Only the management methods have been improved by Tomorrow City, and the living standard has not changed much.

After the ordinary orcs in the Old King City understood the werewolf's worries, they gave two copper coins to apologize.

In just a few minutes of conversation, the orcs in the old royal city gained a lot, and their faces were full of hope.

(End of this chapter)