Night falls, and with the darkness come the black-winged insects.
These little bugs are very good at hiding. You can't see any of them during the day, but at night, they suddenly appear from nowhere and chase the players to suck their blood.
And because of its extremely abnormal reproduction ability, players have suffered greatly and are miserable.
In the past, night was a rare time to rest and relax.
But now, almost all players suffer from "night terror" - to be more precise, black-winged insect phobia.
At night, there was almost no other topic in the chat area except for the topic of black-winged insects.
Some people are powerless to do anything about the black-winged insects and can only curse their ancestors in the chat area.
Given their terrifying reproductive ability, they may have reproduced more than eighteen generations in just a few days.
Some people's arms were sore and painful from swatting black-winged insects, so they sought to buy various ointments. There were quite a few such people, and a new industry was unexpectedly born: selling dog-skin plasters.
The seller was Hanmei, an old acquaintance of Meng Qingyin. It was obvious that this person had studied many ways to make money and had developed them all successfully.
There is also a player named "Mask" who claims to be a drug developer. He said that he is researching a super drug that can eradicate black-winged insects, but he currently lacks funds and needs temporary support from everyone.
Most players did not believe the "Mask's" lies and pointed out without mercy that his lies were too clumsy.
Of course, more players were only concerned with dealing with the black-winged insects and had no time to pay attention to the lively chat area.
Meng Qingyin naturally didn't have this concern. She was browsing the chat area just for fun.
Suddenly, there was news from Xiaoqun.
I'm the European Emperor (poor version): "@Meng Meng, most people are relying on physical methods to deal with black-winged insects these days. Aren't you planning on selling chickens? Go to Aunt Wang's chicken farm, buy some chickens, and then resell them to make a profit. I'm sure you can make a lot of money."
Strong wine drowns sorrows: "I think Lu Cheng's idea is good!"
Meng Meng: "I've considered it, but this industry is difficult to implement. There are two difficult problems to solve. First, living things can't be put on the trading floor. How can I sell chickens to other players? I can't let them use the transmission card, right? Not to mention the increased costs, once there are too many people, there will inevitably be those with ulterior motives. Although I'm not inferior to them, it will be very troublesome if there are too many such people."
Meng Meng: "There's another reason. You guys went to the chicken farm last time. Too many people were buying chickens, and the NPCs were also affected by the black-winged bugs. There probably aren't many chickens left in the farm."
I am the European Emperor (poor version): "Okay, I didn't think it through."
I am a non-chief: "However, these black-winged insects are actually resistant to pesticides. Ordinary pesticides are ineffective against them. This is too abnormal."
Spirited Uncle: "I saw a player in the chat area who said he was a drug developer and was developing drugs. Could he really be a developer?"
I'm the European Emperor (poor version): "I also saw the message that person sent. Don't be fooled, uncle. That person is definitely a scammer. Even if he is a drug developer, where is the laboratory equipment here for him to conduct experiments? The key is that he asked everyone to chip in for him. It's obvious that he is a scammer."
Meng Qingyin glanced at the chat area again. The player named "Mask" would send the same message every once in a while, saying that he was a drug researcher and wanted to raise money to develop drugs.
This person is too patient.
Meng Qingyin was also skeptical about what this player said.
She sent a message in the group asking: "Have you heard of this player before? Is he from District 30?"
I am a non-chief: "That player named Mask? He's not from the original 30th zone, he's from the last zone merge. What? Do you think what he said is true?"
Meng Meng: "No, I just think he's very patient. He keeps sending the same message over and over again, but it's clear that few people will believe it."
Liquor drowns sorrows: "Maybe he thinks that with so many people in our district, there will always be a few who will believe him and raise money for him."
I am the European Emperor (poor version): "Swindlers are always like this."
Meng Qingyin stopped looking at the chat area, chatted with everyone for a while, and then went to wash up.
Qingfeng hasn't come back yet, it seems that the research is not going well. Meng Qingyin didn't want to disturb her, but when she thought about how it has been dark for so long, how can Qingfeng deal with those black-winged insects without a hen?
She sent a message to Qingfeng asking, "Qingfeng, how is your research going? Do you want to come back first?"
After a long while, Qing Feng finally replied, "Ah, I was so engrossed in my research that I didn't even notice it was getting dark. Master, please wait for me for a while, I'll be back soon."
After a while, Qingfeng came over with her various experimental instruments. She looked excited and said, "Master, I don't plan to sleep tonight. The juice of this mutant dragon beard grass is very special."
Her face, neck and arms were covered with marks from black-winged insect bites. They were red and swollen, and even small holes could be seen, which looked shocking.
Meng Qingyin felt distressed. "If I hadn't sent you a message, would you have been eaten by the black-winged insects? Let me help you treat these wounds first."
Qingfeng: "It's okay, it doesn't hurt that much, I can bear it." Her eyes sparkled, "Master, if I can figure out the special properties of the juice from this mutant dragon beard grass, you can start mass production!"
Meng Qingyin ignored her topic and said, "Wait, I'll treat your wound first."
She didn't care about mass production or not. She only knew that Qingfeng was a complete fool.
Meng Qingyin took out the bottle of ointment from the system backpack, the one she used to give to Qin Jiu.
This ointment is very effective in healing wounds, but I am not sure if it can cure Qingfeng's wound bite caused by the black-winged insect.
She took a cotton swab and dipped it in the ointment.
Qingfeng had already arranged the experimental equipment. Seeing Meng Qingyin holding the ointment solemnly, he felt helpless: "Master, these are just minor wounds..."
Meng Qingyin pulled her arm without saying anything and said, "Apply the medicine."
She applied it carefully to the affected area.
Qing Feng looked at her focused expression and suddenly choked up, "Master, you look like my mother now..."
When she was injured before, her mother also applied medicine to her so gently.
Meng Qingyin paused, and for a moment she couldn't tell whether Qingfeng's words were a compliment or something else.
She was in the prime of her life, and was told by an older sister who was a few years older than her that she looked like her mother?
Should she cry or laugh?
Finally, Meng Qingyin said silently, "Once a teacher, always a mother."
Qing Feng's previous feeling of being touched was completely wiped away. His lips moved for a while, and finally he only uttered two words, "Hehe."
It must have been her illusion just now. How could she say that the master was like her mother?
Now, it seems that the master takes it seriously.
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