Wen Xingyao went fishing again carrying his golden fishing rod.
In the past two days, he was particularly interested in fishing. Every time he finished harvesting the crops in the field, he wanted to rush to the river. In just two days, he spent more time by the river than in the previous month.
Relying on the golden fishing rod and high-level bait, his fishing efficiency far exceeds that of all nearby fishing players. If Bai Li updated the illustration collection system in the game, this area of water would be fully collected for Wen Xingyao.
The backpack was filled with fish that were caught but not sold, but there were only 17 koi fish caught. Although a koi fish provided a lot of contribution points, Wen Xingyao looked at the contribution point rankings and found that with his current contribution points, he was not even in the top 50.
Especially the player who ranked first, whose name was "What are you doing?", his contribution points far exceeded the second place by nearly 200 points, which was far higher than his contribution points.
These people! Wen Xingyao gritted his teeth in hatred. Did they spend the whole day playing games? Or did they have more livers than others? Otherwise, how could they have so many contribution points?
It was a pity that he was now helpless and could not freely control the time he spent playing games, otherwise, he might be able to try his best to fight for it. Wen Xingyao sighed softly, he even thought of the name of the village in advance, "You Ran Village" or "Taoyuan Village" were both good, it was said that these two words appeared frequently in ancient books.
However, although he has lost the right to name the village, this is a rare large-scale task, and his enthusiasm for fishing is still high, so he is very enthusiastic about participating. Before leaving, Wen Xingyao specifically asked Bai Li about his plans for the day, and was told that if nothing unexpected happened, he would stay in the game unless he went offline to eat, so he decided to seize the time to catch a few more koi.
Wen Xingyao has already figured out the fishing spots around the village. He knows where it is easy to catch big fish, where rare fish frequently appear, and where can be called a "koi nest". The place with the most koi is still the place he went to for the first time to fish.
Before he got close enough, he saw a bustling scene not far away. Tables of various shapes were lined up in a row, and their owners had covered them with colorful tablecloths. On the tablecloths, there were all kinds of food. Looking at their simple and plain appearance, you could tell that they definitely didn't come from a vegetable basket.
Then there is only one possibility.
These are all foods made by players according to recipes or their own creations.
In addition to fishing, another life skill that Wen Xingyao learned was cooking. Naturally, he knew that only food cooked by players with cooking skills would have attribute bonuses, and eating it would give the player a period of buff status. This kind of bonus status was not available for food taken from the vegetable basket.
For example, the corn pancake he learned from the recipe given by the village chief could allow the character to gain double experience within 10 minutes.
There are other benefits, such as increasing the character's satiety, reducing the loss of physical strength, speeding up the character's movement speed, becoming a man/woman as fast as the wind, and increasing the success rate of the character's life skills, making it less likely to fail in the process of gathering, digging, and fishing. And these are not the most valuable gain states. It is said that some players have made food that can directly increase the character's luck value.
Although it can only last for a few minutes and the increased luck is not exaggerated, it is still a good luck. If you have the conditions, hurry up and spend some money, you will definitely make a lot of money!
Not to mention that luck is something that has many benefits no matter where it is used.
However, it is only a little past eleven in the morning and there are still several hours before nightfall. Why are the players starting the "night market"?
And it is located near a fishing spot that requires a quiet environment.
Wen Xingyao felt that his interest in fishing was a little ruined, but he was more curious about what new ways these people had come up with.
So he turned to the side and headed towards the stalls.
In the game, Wen Xingyao is definitely a very famous person and everyone knows him wherever he goes.
As expected, a player who was shouting and selling soon saw Wen Xingyao and waved to him enthusiastically: "Boss Yaoxing, the freshly fried cabbage can increase the success rate of fishing by 20 minutes. It's only 50 copper coins a bowl. Would you like one?"
After hearing what the seller said, Wen Xingyao raised his eyebrows with interest. Just as he was about to step forward, another seller in a stall next to the seller shouted, "Don't listen to him, Boss. Although this time is 20 minutes, the success rate of fishing has only increased by 5%. This is too useless. How about taking a look at my baked potatoes? 15 minutes plus a 15% success rate, won't the koi come to you in droves? You can get a baked potato like this for only 60 copper coins."
After saying that, he glared at the seller who spoke first. When their eyes met, lightning struck.
The first seller: "Hey! Do you understand the principle of first come first served? Do you have the street vendor spirit?"
The second seller: "Customers have the right to choose. Of course, they will choose whoever has the best product! I just recommend the one I think is more suitable to you."
The first seller: "Bah! You are a white lotus and a green tea!"
The second seller: "Humph! You black-hearted devil!"
The two wanted to argue a few more times, but the brief quarrel attracted the attention of more competitors. Like vampires that smelled blood, everyone rushed over with their star products in hand, vowing to squeeze every last copper coin out of the big money bag's wallet.
As a result, Wen Xingyao witnessed the players' rich creativity in cooking ingredients, frying, stir-frying, steaming, deep-frying, roasting... As long as they can't think of it, there is nothing they can't do. The combination of cooking methods and ingredients has led to a richer variety of finished products.
The food effects made by players in the game are not fixed, but randomly generated. This results in all kinds of food being presented to Wen Xingyao, which is really dazzling.
The smells of so many foods blended together to form another strange smell that was thick and complex, and complex and weird. Wen Xingyao, who was surrounded by the crowd, felt that his sense of smell was more sensitive than ever before. These smells seemed to have their own ideas and were drilling into his nose. The next moment, in front of everyone, he quickly and gently retched.
Instantly, the noise in the venue quieted down, everyone paused for a moment, the hands holding the plates and bowls stopped awkwardly in mid-air, and the excited and rosy faces turned pale. The players who came to sell the goods were all in disbelief. The goods they were so proud of were actually despised by the big guys? ?
In fact, not to mention them, even Wen Xingyao himself was so embarrassed that he wanted to use his toes to help the village chief dig out his residence on the spot. He never thought that the self-control he had always been proud of would also break down. Was it because the accident came too suddenly? Or was it because he had been letting himself go too much recently?
For a while, neither side took any new action.
In the end, it was Wen Xingyao who reacted first. He coughed lightly and explained embarrassedly: "Sorry, I didn't mean to do that. I didn't mean to say that your product is bad. It's just that the smell just now..." was too strong.
Those who understand will understand what is not said.
Generally speaking, after being shocked or angry, everyone would take a deep breath to stay calm. If Wen Xingyao was the first victim of this strange smell, then the other players who surrounded him were the second wave of victims. Because they had experienced it personally, they could better understand Wen Xingyao's pain at that time. Everyone quickly put their things back into their backpacks, retreated in the opposite direction with distorted expressions, and quickly waved their hands to show that they didn't mind, they really didn't mind at all!
Wow, are they all mentally retarded just now? How could they do such a suffocating operation! Will it leave a bad impression on the boss and make him never patronize them again...
But the boss's concentration was really good. He just retched a little. They still felt sick to their stomachs! It's really strange. They smelled okay individually, but how come they smelled like this when put together?
Thinking of this, the sellers ran away even faster, returning to their respective stalls in just a few seconds, trying to pretend that nothing had happened.
This reaction speed was so fast that Wen Xingyao didn't have time to stop them and proposed to buy all their goods. At this moment, he was standing alone at the entrance of the small market. The scene of the stars surrounding the moon a minute ago seemed like a dream. Now he was just a lonely man.
The two sides were staring at each other across an invisible boundary. The sellers no longer had the courage to continue greeting the big boss, and Wen Xingyao no longer had the interest to go in and take a look.
Turned around and walked towards the fishing spot.
He didn't know if it was his illusion, but he seemed to hear several sighs of relief behind him.
The fishing spot was still crowded. Every meter, there was a player holding a fishing rod, concentrating on fishing. Occasionally, someone would successfully catch a fish, which would attract the attention of one or two people around.
Wen Xingyao walked towards his old seat. He didn't know if the players here had made an appointment. Even if more people came, this seat was always vacated for him. The players on his left and right often changed, and it was possible that they helped him take the seat. Wen Xingyao was grateful and always gave some high-quality bait to the players next to him when fishing. He felt very happy when they thanked him.
"Boss, you came a little late today!" The person sitting next to Wen Xingyao today was a chatterbox. Not long after Wen Xingyao sat down, they started talking in a low voice. He winked in a certain direction and asked, "Boss, when you came here, did you see the nearby street stalls? There are quite a variety of things over there. They are all useful for fishing. I also found two portions of dried spinach. The effect is to increase the chance of catching big fish by 20% and increase the character's strength by 50%. It's super powerful. Two portions cost me 300 copper coins. How about it, boss? Do you want me to give you some?"
"I saw it, but I didn't go in to see it." Wen Xingyao didn't intend to talk about the embarrassing thing just now. He shook his head slowly, looked down at the green dry leaves that the player had taken out, and refused, "I don't need these things, you can keep them for yourself."
"Oh, that's right, boss. You are using high-end stuff. You are more efficient than us even without eating!" The player quickly put the dried spinach back, thinking that the boss is indeed worthy of being a boss. He is not tempted by such good enhancement items. He has great self-control. He should be confident that he can get more than others with the golden fishing rod and high-end bait, right?
However, before he could cast an admiring look at Wen Xingyao, he saw a confident person take out something from his backpack. It was a transparent glass jar with bright red color inside. The strawberry pulp cut into small pieces was floating in the juice. The jar was quickly opened, and the rich strawberry fragrance overflowed, making people indulge in it.
Placing the jar between the two of them, Wen Xingyao took out two sets of bowls and spoons, scooped five spoonfuls of strawberry jam into each bowl, and handed one of the bowls to the neighbor next door.
"I have some too. I made them myself. Do you want to try some?"
The calm tone and simple twelve words chopped the player who spoke earlier into a crispy shell.
He looked up at Wen Xingyao's mature and steady face, then looked down at the bright red, fragrant strawberry jam with a strong sweet and sour taste, and murmured unconsciously: "Is this... the food that a macho man should eat?"
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