A light morning mist surrounds the distant mountains, and the tender green mountain shadows are hazy. A sparkling river divides a large piece of farmland into two pieces. Groups of people are working among the golden rapeseed flowers near the farmland. Smoke begins to slowly rise from the village at the foot of the mountain, and it seems that the years are peaceful.
Ning Que looked at the people working in the fields and said, "Xiao Pingping, I didn't expect that dreams that come to life can be so beautiful."
"But beneath the glamorous exterior lies a disgusting reality."
"Don't tell me about my dream. Uh, although the essence is the same, it's not my fault. These days, when I browse Baidu, all I see are news like this. I'm almost exhausted and can't even sleep well." Ning Que yawned and continued to familiarize himself with the village.
"If you can fix this, Huanhuan will have reason to apply for a reduction in your quota, and we can increase your mission."
"How long will this mission take? The road ahead is long and arduous!" Ning Que encouraged himself, "Keep going!"
Ning Que wandered the village, watching a throng of children in open-crotch pants drift from one end of the village to the other like a gust of wind, their tireless laughter echoing in the air all day long. It was dinnertime, and every household could hear the sound of children calling home for dinner. Goudan, Daniu, Qiangzi...
Ning Que watched as children ran out from every nook and cranny, laughing and shouting as they ran home. Once inside, the gate slammed shut, and the joy of each family was confined to that small space. After dinner, every household came out again, and some chattering women chatted from one end of the village to the other. The most lively of them all was the village chief's wife. Her lips chattered constantly as if she were on drugs, and her saliva sprayed so much that if it were connected, it would fill a teapot.
The more Ning Que read, the happier he became. "Oh, he's been reciting for so long and isn't even tired. His skills are pretty good, he could almost be a perpetual motion machine." Suddenly, the village head's wife raised her hand and lowered her voice with a hint of smugness in her voice, "In a few days, my boss will be back. Remember to tell me what kind of goods you want, or you'll be accused of not giving face to the villagers." Among the women, one, wearing a half-worn green dress with red flowers, smiled and said, "Okay, okay. I'll go take a look at yours then. The one I bought from somewhere else last time was too disobedient." The others echoed, "Yes, of course. We have to pick a good one." After a few words about the goods and complimenting the village head's wife on her outfit, they each went back to their homes. The village head's wife also disappeared into the night, swaying her hips.
Darkness slowly encroached on the orange sky, and the entire village grew quiet. Ning Que followed the village chief's wife, twisting and turning, to the village chief's house on the east side. He heard bursts of rapid dog barking and a woman's low sobs, mixed with her scolding. Curious, Ning Que poked his head through the door into the yard, but before he could see anything, the wooden door creaked rapidly, as if there was a barrier between them, making it impossible to touch.
Hey, what's so shameful? Don't I know what my dream is about?
Yiping: "You really don't understand. Your actions last time have already seriously damaged my interests. So this time, hehehe, the general direction is based on yours, but I will handle the additional branches and trigger points."
"As a staff member, do I get any preferential treatment?" Ning Que put his hand on the barrier and felt the QQ candy.
"You're dreaming. What if you go too far and push them into the same pit one by one? In the end, they can't climb out and you bury them alive? That would be terrible."
"That means they are not strong enough."
Ning Que visited the neighbors in the village and listened to the gossip of those around him. Finally, he returned to the big banyan tree at the entrance of the village. He exerted force with his arms, tilted his body and lay on the branches. He watched the half-hidden moon twist and turn as it climbed up the hillside and then rose into the sky. The stars were densely dotted in the night sky.
At that moment, an ordinary van wobbled along the bumpy dirt road, passing the large banyan tree at the village entrance. The door opened, and out jumped an ordinary middle-aged woman. Her sturdy figure was quite agile in the darkness. "Fuzi, Village Chief, I'm going back now. I'm worried about my son. I don't know if Li Mazi is taking care of him. I'm worried."
"Okay, okay. We are all mothers. Just remember the old time tomorrow." After the driver responded, he drove in slowly.
Ning Que thought that he definitely couldn't catch up with the car on his own two legs. After a moment's thought, he jumped down from the tree and hurried to catch up. The woman was walking very fast, carrying a bag on her back. After walking for about ten minutes, they arrived. "Fuqiu, open the door, Mom is back."
"Mom, you're back!" A little head popped out from the wall, and then I heard the sound of tapping, and the gate opened. "Why is it so fast this time?" I also took the opportunity to squeeze in. The yard was not big, but very tidy. Under the dim light, I could clearly see a few pea plants planted in the northeast corner of the yard, as well as a few clusters of unfamiliar flowers, with a few white flowers blooming, trembling in the dark.
......
Ning Que slept for a few hours, then got up and checked the time. "It's 9 o'clock. Let's get started."
"This time, you're Ning Que, the niece of the village chief's wife. You're a first-time tour guide. You're bringing a group of college students to the village. Then, you're supposed to help Huanhuan lead the group and avoid being recognized."
"Wait a minute, what if someone recognizes me?"
"Then you can be an additional information provider. Oh, and remember to take care of the newcomer." Yiping repeatedly urged, "Come back to me if you need anything."
Ning Que wore a sun hat, sunglasses, and a bright yellow suit. He had a whistle hanging around his neck, "XX Travel Company" printed on his chest, and a huge black backpack on his back. This outfit made his originally yellow skin look even darker. In his hand, he held a flagpole of the same color with the company logo printed on it. He looked like a Minion.
She opened the backpack and saw a very ordinary speaker with "Ning Que's multifunctional small speaker" on it. She looked left and right, and then quietly shrank and returned to its original shape, and took out her own speaker. Behind her was a bus, and in front of her was the wall of the university town. The leaves looked even more colorful under the summer sun.
Ning Que was under the sun, and the heat made her clothes soaked with sweat on her back. "Xiao Pingping, why haven't they come out yet?"
"It takes time for players to sort out their relationships, and that's a reflection of their abilities."
"? And then what?" Ning Que was a little confused. "Aren't you strong enough to just kill whatever you encounter?"
Yiping felt a bit disappointed. "Oh my god! Didn't we say in the last chapter that we should use this chapter's worldview to rationally exclude dissidents, especially in the first half? However, there will be a protection mechanism for newcomers."
"Okay. By the way, why did I have this dream in winter? Why is it summer and so hot this early in the morning?"
"......, you need to ask yourself"
"Maybe I think this season is more suitable for this dream." Ning Que had just finished speaking when she saw a large group of people with floating "players" rushing towards this side. She straightened her collar, held the trumpet tightly, and was determined to perform well.
Ning Que patted the speaker, "Baby, just normal volume." She cleared her throat, "XXX university classmates, the car is here!"
Oh my god, why is that sound so loud?
Those people came in this direction.
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