Waste Strong Foundation

The moment they set foot on the land of the royal city, men and women of the Xia family all showed expressions of relief.

Although the Gonggong clan headed by Xiangliu could not solve the mighty flood, at least they could guarantee that the royal city would not be disturbed by the flood.

They knew that their leader, Gao Mi (Dayu), was responsible for flood control, which was a great undertaking, but they didn't have much confidence in their hearts.

More than 20 years ago, Gun, the patriarch of the Xia people, clashed with the Gonggong clan precisely because of water control, and was even punished and convicted.

The fact is vivid, they may not be as experienced as Gonggong.

In the minds of the Xia people who had witnessed Gun's failure with their own eyes, the sons of the Gonggong clan were probably the better ones when it came to building dams to tame the Yellow River.

Thousands of "refugees" arrived in Wangcheng with their families and their families, and there were many discussions in the city.

Shun seemed to have heard the news early in the morning, so he sent his relatives and ministers to the gate of the city, ordering Dayu and the elders of the Youxia family to go to the Ming Hall to discuss matters.

It was dark.

Wooden huts, pig pens and sheep pens are all covered with misty gauze.

The rest were not allowed to enter the city to rest, and they crowded shoulder to shoulder in the mud under the city wall, talking in low voices about whether they could survive this year.

About 10 minutes later, Dayu and his party came back riding Pixiu with slightly angry expressions.

The guards of the royal city holding long-handled bronze axes followed closely behind, asking them to move to a wasteland overnight, including all the nobles.

There was an uproar underneath.

How can this be!

The wasteland is twenty miles away from the royal city, and it is a place for storing large timber and stones.

There are two small clans who defected from the southwest, with a total of nearly 300 people living there.

Rao is that the players don't know the power of the tribes in the southeast, northwest, and directions in the Yao and Shun era. If you think about it with your brain, you know that the Xia people are a big tribe.

Otherwise, how could Dayu unify Kyushu in the future!

——The deeds of him leading the Xia people to fight in all directions to suppress the rebellion are clearly left in the pre-Qin literature.

This treatment is really a bit bad.

But I don't know if it is Shun's intention, the opinions of the priests through divination, or the minister's idea?

The player is not afraid of anything, he just wants to play a game with an ancient background, so as not to see his ancestors being wronged.

While surprised and resentful, someone proposed to help the Xia people break into the royal city to ask for their due rights, and many players immediately responded.

Fei Mingqiu came back to his senses, and spoke weakly to save the situation that was about to run out of control, "...No, you wait."

What a joke, the plot of Xiong's Salt Pond must never be reproduced.

This group of people played a lot of single-player games, smashing jars, opening boxes, beating up monsters, and now cities are bound to be occupied, right?

The protagonist NPC spoke, and the players saw that the "rebellion" was going on, and waited for his command honestly.

Fei Mingqiu immediately kicked off the ten old players who took the lead in discussing the siege, and ordered Alpha to ban each of them for two to four hours.

He nodded slightly, "There is a bug. Dear brave man, what new mission did you ask me to send just now?"

The players waved their hands awkwardly.excuse me.

Li Xiaoming, who was gesticulating in the sand with a branch, how to sandwich the bread, obediently stuffed the branch and bold words into Pixiu's big mouth.

The ghost mother was seriously injured and hadn't woken up yet, and the gate of hell was closed—oh yes, fortunately, Shang Yuan kicked an arm-width gap open when she was out of control.

Fei Mingqiu has already asked Fenghuang to re-paste the magnificent mosaics to reduce the spiritual pollution of the ghost mansion.

At present, the teleportation array that relies on the ghost mansion only passes one player per minute, and it is extremely unstable, and occasionally there will be scenes of the underworld.

It is not easy for players to travel between the two places, and it is unrealistic to invite Xia people who pay special attention to kinship to relocate collectively to Yanchi.

Just kidding with emotion, you still have to obey the orders of Shun, the leader of the tribal alliance.

The Xia clan had no choice but to become the most fringe resident of the royal city's safe zone.

If the flood comes again, they will still be the first to bear the brunt.

It's not fair?Or...forget it.

As they got farther away from the royal city, Gonggong's ability to channel the water weakened, and the raindrops fell on everyone's hair and ear tips like cobwebs.

Dayu carried his son Qi on one shoulder and walked at the front of the line. His broad and full forehead was wet from the rain, revealing blue blood vessels.

He raised his head and led the way, with two strong legs struggling to step into the dirt slopes and mud pits, his black eyes were frighteningly bright.

Taking small families as units, men and women held torches to drive away the beasts crawling in the darkness.

The orange-red fire is like a string of meandering stars, weak when the rain is in a hurry, and blazing when the wind stops, lighting up the red chest of the Xia people.

I don't know which old man was the first to hum a half sentence, and the singing sounded sparsely.

The Xia people, who were busy on the road, had no time to complain until they arrived at their destination, and finally let go of the exhaustion and worries accumulated in the past few days.

The soil here is barren and there are many hills, but at least it avoids the raging Yellow River and can take a breather.

Those who set up tents, those who made a fire to cook, and those who smashed medicine were all busy.

The old priest sat on the buckskin and taught Qi to recite the history of his ancestors. He caught a glimpse of the players staring at him and beckoned everyone to come forward and listen together.

Players can't understand the ancient sounds used by the ancestors more than 4000 years ago.

In the past, the two sides could talk with each other through simultaneous alpha translation.

At this time, Alpha was so busy that he didn't have the energy to provide them with unnecessary simplified Chinese subtitles.

Everyone scratched their heads and pretended to be "cows" who "played the piano to the cow" for a while, but they were embarrassed to disperse, blinking their eyes and pretending to listen.

The old priest looked in his eyes, recalled the result of his divination, his eyes shone with kindness, and he held the jade forehead with both hands and muttered.

He is a historian, a witch, and a prophet with half-human, half-god blood.

He sincerely prayed and blessed these young souls from the afterlife.

The reason why a clan survives and grows is because of the perseverance and vitality passed down from generation to generation.

……

……

Then again, what the hell is Alpha up to?

This matter should start from Director Shen of the research center.

At the beginning of the month, Shen Yingmin went to the capital to attend a meeting, at which he reported the main work progress of the Institute and the plan for the second half of the year.

The big experts who attended the meeting heard that the institute and the production team of "Waste" had reached many times of friendly cooperation, and they immediately regained their spirits.

"Yingmin, you can't underestimate this extra project. It must be done well and solidly. They are all veteran comrades who have contributed to the development of the country. Some of them have been sick for nearly ten years and cannot read and write. Full of bed sores relying on medicine to fill your stomach, you—"

Shen Yingmin's pressure doubled, thinking of the good news from his junior brother Ma Binghe, he responded cautiously.

When the plane landed, he got into the special car sent by the research institute, and discussed with several colleagues about writing an email to contact Fei Mingqiu.

They want to phase in some people who have been severely traumatized physically or mentally into the game experience life.

The country values ​​young talents, and of course it will not forget past contributions.

Before the establishment of this project, we actually interviewed the family members and some individuals who could express their opinions.

The total number is... [-] within three years.

Not to mention the liaison officer, Director Shen himself broke into a cold sweat, thinking that this request was a bit "knowing what to do" in the eyes of the other party.

In the end, Fei Mingqiu agreed.

Skip the bargaining link preset by the research center directly.

Shen Yingmin: "???"

Ah, I should have known that he would report the number ten times larger—ahem, just kidding.

Fei Mingqiu sat in front of the screen and fiddled with the metal knife Shang Yuan gave him, "Of course, I have something to ask."

Shen Yingmin was instantly relieved, "Mr. Fei is polite, please tell me. I will try my best to do whatever our research institute can do."

Fei Mingqiu opened the camera hole of the watch and aimed at the blade and handle of the silver-red long knife to show the details one by one.

Shen Yingmin: "Good knife! What do you mean?"

Fei Mingqiu frowned and pondered: "I..."

He found that he was doing a ridiculous thing, and yet he was going to do it anyway.He was never normal.

Fei Mingqiu wrote and drew on the screen, "In two days - um, no, I will send the information on cultivating active metals to you later, it may not be possible for you to achieve 60% for a while, but maybe you can Reach 40%, that's enough. I'll give you three years too."

Shen Yingmin smiled bitterly: "I still can't fully understand what you are talking about? Percent? Active metal? Is this...?"

"Director, have you ever heard of human body modification? Mechanical bone control and computing technology? You are doing this. Or brain nerve link?"

"Uh...what do you mean?"

Fei Mingqiu sighed softly in his heart, "I would like to entrust the director to imitate 20ml of synthetic metal adhesive for repairs. This is also my additional personal request."

In short, the three-year period is very far away, and the hardest thing right now is Alpha who is temporarily picked up to work 24 hours a day.

Although the flood dilutes the fun of the new version and new map, players can always find new fun.

No, the Xia people had just settled down, and there was great news from Yanchi.

The initial investment in facilities and the processing of raw materials are basically completed, and players can formally smelt iron!

The author says:

There should be another update tomorrow?I went home yesterday.