Chapter 48 Trying New Skills

Jian Shiyuan called up the Crimson character monitoring, and after understanding the ins and outs of the matter, he fell silent.

For the icefield exploration mission, Jian Shiyuan gave Shenhong 40,000 contribution points, leaving a surplus of 3,000 as his reward. Who would have thought that Shenhong would exploit a loophole in the rules and embezzle more than 20,000 contribution points in one go.

This is really

In order not to disrupt the stability of the game and to help other players get their hard-earned money back, Jian Shiyuan plans to use Crimson to test his newly learned skills.

He shot the soul thread into the crimson consciousness.

Players' bodies lack souls; they function as specialized puppets. In reality, they utilize the game console to project their consciousness into their characters' bodies, allowing them to manipulate their movements. For these soulless "empty shells," Jian Shiyuan can only attempt to mobilize fragments of memory from deep within his consciousness.

Under Jian Shiyuan's manipulation, Shenhong fell into a drowsy state.

When she opened her eyes again, Shenhong found herself in a familiar ward.

He stared wide-eyed in disbelief, staring at the white-haired old woman on the hospital bed, his eyes slightly hot.

mom.

The old woman's left hand rested beside her, receiving an IV. A vein bulged through her skin, bruised and blue. She was so thin, her hospital gown barely draped over her. Seeing the deep red, she managed a forced yet loving smile.

"Baby, you come to see me again. Is school hard?"

Shenhong opened his mouth for a long moment, unable to utter a single word. He slowly took a few steps forward and firmly grasped his mother's hand. The warmth and looseness of her hand brought tears to his eyes.

"Mom! I missed you so much!"

He buried himself in his mother's arms, hugged her and cried bitterly.

The old woman was a little surprised, but she still gently smoothed his hair and touched his head.

Shenhong couldn't remember how long it had been since he had dreamed of her, and he almost forgot what she looked like.

After his mother died of lung cancer that year, he put all his energy into making money. He wanted to make a lot of money. He didn't want to see people around him die because they had no money for treatment.

Feeling the familiar smell of laundry detergent on her mother's body, Shenhong couldn't stop crying.

The old woman patted his back gently and said, "Don't cry, baby, don't cry."

Hearing the familiar name, Shen Hong sniffed, buried her head in the old woman's arms, and said in a muffled voice: "Mom, I have something to tell you. I didn't get into college, and now I'm moving bricks at a construction site."

When his mother was dying, she kept holding his hand. Shenhong knew she was worried about him, but he didn't dare tell her the truth, that he didn't get into college. This matter kept coming back to Shenhong for years, and he later grew up and became more sensible. He thought about it carefully and realized that maybe his mother knew the news all along, but she just pretended not to know, quietly protecting his self-esteem.

Sure enough, after hearing the news, the old woman didn't get angry. She still touched his hair gently and said, "You have a lot of white hair. Is it hard working at the construction site?"

Shenhong got up from her arms and went to peel an apple for her, chatting with her as she peeled it. "It's not bad. Food and accommodation are provided. I can save 5,000 or 6,000 yuan a month, which is not less than what a college graduate earns."

He's quieter now than before, and no longer complains. He used to be overambitious, always dissatisfied with his current situation, fond of daydreaming, and always saying, "When I have money, I'll hire a top-notch nurse to take care of you." Those were nice words, but he wasn't willing to peel an apple or feed his mother a bowl of porridge.

Hearing Shen Hong say this, the old woman smiled with relief, "That's good, save the money you earn, don't buy crap, save it for a down payment and buy a house."

Shenhong sliced ​​the apple very thinly and handed the slices to the old woman. "I know. I will work hard and save more money."

"Don't work too hard. Take care of yourself and don't burn yourself out. You can earn money slowly."

Shenhong lowered her head, tears gathered in her eyes, falling one by one.

"I know, Mom."

He chatted with his mother and told her about his new house. "Mom, I'll install a big floor-to-ceiling window for you so you can sit on the balcony and bask in the sun. Don't you like swings? I'll also install a suspended rattan chair for you, which is almost like a swing. We can even get a dog. When you're better, I'll take you out for a walk. Don't you want to go to Water City? We can take a plane and get there in a short nap."

He talked on and on, and the old woman listened quietly.

Shenhong became more and more sad as he spoke. He had everything mentioned above, but his mother was gone.

Suddenly he looked up and asked the old woman, "Mom, do you believe that I can make a lot of money in the future?"

The old woman's eyes were cloudy, and she nodded seriously, "I believe it! The baby is smart and will become a capable person in the future."

Crimson held her hand, "I'll make a lot of money."

The old woman slowly placed her other hand on the back of his hand. "It doesn't matter how much money you make, as long as you are honest and honest. We can't take money that goes against our conscience."

Crimson suddenly woke up!

Looking at the familiar cave, he realized that it was just a dream. He leaned against the rock wall, covered his eyes with his hands, and tears flowed through his fingers. He didn't say anything for a long time.

Jian Shiyuan switched the screen. He knew that Crimson would soon return the contribution points to the players.

A corner of the empty ice field.

One player was stirring the contents of the bucket with a chuckle, while another player stood beside him, chattering non-stop, "Hey, bro, is this even going to work? It's not going to explode again, is it? Is your recipe wrong? This is fucking filth! Whose filth doesn't explode at all, it bounces twice before going off!"

The male player with the ID [Persistence of Memory] got anxious. "I already told you I'm an artist, a painter at heart! Why did you insist on getting me to make gunpowder? I looked up the recipe all over the internet, how could I be wrong?"

There was a male player standing next to them. "I say, □□ is too low-brow. What can a firecracker-like thing do? It can't even kill monsters. I told you to deal with □□ first, but you guys refused to listen. Tsk."

The Eternal Memory spat at him, "Get lost, keyboard boss! I spent two days urinating just for saltpeter, and you're still trying to mess with it? Come back and tell me when you can control the nitrogen content!"

The male player tutted, "That ore is similar to pyrite. You're using it to make iron sulfate! I explained the chemical equation to you, and you can't do it? You haven't been to college, have you?"

It would have been fine if he hadn't mentioned the discovered minerals, but as soon as he mentioned the eternity of memory, his face turned green.

"That's not pyrite at all! I calcined it, and it cracked and spontaneously combusted. Did you see my eyebrows? No hair grows where they were burned!"

The eternal roar of memory.

Jian Shiyuan looked at the unidentified objects piled on the side, which were marked with the "Flammable and Explosive" sign.

Got gunpowder?

The quality of these players is really good.

Jian Shiyuan switched the screen with satisfaction.

Another corner of the ice field.

Dozens of small blast furnaces made of mud were arranged in a staggered manner. There was a blazing fire inside the furnace and black smoke was emitted from the straight chimney. Three players, covered in dust, were squatting beside them and chatting.

One: "The Hanyang Iron Works in the late Qing Dynasty used open-hearth furnaces to make steel. We're still using primitive methods to make steel. That's a bit backward!"

Another: "Let me practice with it first. I've looked up the details and difficult problems of steelmaking online, and after a lot of random thinking, I still can't get the right temperature. You know, I used to work in a lab with a lot of sophisticated instruments, so I just followed the experience of my predecessors. But as you can see from the current conditions, there's nothing. I'm also crossing the river by feeling the stones, afraid of producing scrap steel."

Another: "Take your time. Metallurgy is tough. Why did I even think of studying it in the first place? Three-dimensional, working in a factory. And playing games, and working in a factory! What do you think of that pile of ore?"

One: "What else can we do? Besides waiting for [two sc papers to be published this year to clearly study the internal elemental structure], we can only refine it! Just follow the usual process and refine it!"

Another: "I just don't know what the melting point of this black ore impurity is. I hope it's low, otherwise the quality of the new metal will be poor. It would be funny if it's worse than bronze."

One: "The Ministry of Construction is counting on us to produce new metals to support the sect's construction. We are too short on building materials. We can't rely on the metal ingots left by the sect leader. They're not even enough to cover the entire city with armor."

Another said, "Fortunately, we have developed firebricks. Honestly, Hu Fugui is too ambitious. He actually forced us to develop an iron cannon. That's outrageous."

One: "The most infuriating thing is that he actually did his homework! He made a bunch of wax models, clay molds, and then cast them in iron molds. Who the hell doesn't know this? But how can it be so simple in practice? Metallurgy is hard and tiring, and it's even more tiring when you encounter an idiot."

Another: "Okay, stop talking, it's out!"

Seeing the players scrambling to shovel coal, Jian Shiyuan silently switched the screen.

At the glacier rift, a winding snow line comes into view.

It is an ice wall made up of countless cubes of ice, each of which is two meters high, reflecting a cold light under the sunlight.

Dozens of players gritted their teeth, pulling at the hemp ropes as they dragged themselves forward. Behind them, a wall of ice slowly took shape. This wall was enormous, standing fifteen meters tall. It was unknown how the players had managed to carry it, but it was neatly arranged and glued together, forming the sect's first line of defense.

Several players stood on the ice wall, looking down at the structure below.

The entire ice wall was in the shape of a "人" character, branching into two sides. Jian Shiyuan guessed that this should be the line of defense to divert the magic tide. Looking to the left and right ends, he could find several wooden sticks, which seemed to be used as distance markers. Jian Shiyuan looked along the arrangement of the wooden sticks and found that the two ends of the "人" character forked countless times, with two to three forks each time. They were densely and regularly arranged, forming a huge and spectacular tree-branch structure.

Jian Shiyuan didn't expect the players to work so hard. He could imagine what a spectacular scene it would be if the ice wall was completed.

It can be seen that the designer is ambitious and wants to build the strongest fortress.

Jian Shiyuan took a look and continued to switch the screen.

This time he did not switch to the scene of the world of immortal cultivation, but instead tried to switch to the blue planet where the player was.

He was not sure if he could switch to the player's three-dimensional world, after all, this switch spanned time and space.

Jian Shiyuan randomly picked an offline player and shot the soul thread into him. Surprisingly, he succeeded.

Feeling the energy in his body being rapidly drained away, Jian Shiyuan quickly returned to the world of cultivating immortals.

He still maintained the appearance of a monitor, and due to the fluctuation of power, his golden eyes became clearer and brighter. There was no fluctuation on his face, but his heart was turbulent.

He can actually switch the player's three-dimensional perspective? ?