5. Smallville: Don't horses grow out of stables?
9.
Martha felt the need to emphasize some common sense with Aria: for example, don't give away valuables, even if you have the ability to "pick up" gems from the ground. The girl didn't understand that this pile of beautiful stones could bring wealth and also attract covetousness. She simply gave it to her because she thought it was good. This attitude made Martha feel a little embarrassed, not knowing where to start.
But Aria seemed to be very busy today. She hadn't seen the farmer for almost a day. Instead, the carpenter from the town drove over in a truck, honking his horn.
"Hey! Martha!" The carpenter rolled down the window and could hear her loud voice from a distance. "Can you give me some water? My kettle is almost empty. It's so hot this spring!"
Martha came out and took her pot and filled it with water. It was an unspoken tradition in Smallville that neighbors helped each other. "How did you get to this place today?"
The carpenter cheerfully turned off the radio, then rolled down the rear window mysteriously. A head popped out, "Hi! Martha, long time no see! Is there anything you need fixed around the house? I just happened to have Susan hired, and she could help out!"
Susan raised her eyebrows and shook the kettle to express her dissatisfaction: "Girl, you don't have to charge for this kind of help." She and Martha have been neighbors for many years.
Aria sat back up straight and asked expectantly, "Can the price of the stable be cheaper?" She had never tried bargaining with NPCs in the game.
However, facing the girl's earnest expectations, Susan was very hard-hearted: "Let's be fair, I'll do the work for the money I'm paid. You don't want the stable to be of poor quality in the end, do you?"
That was true. Aria was successfully persuaded by her logic. She leaned over the car window and waved pitifully at Martha. "Martha, I'm a little busy today. I'll come visit you after the stable is built."
Perhaps noticing the confusion in Martha's eyes, Susan explained loudly, "It's been so many years since I got this order. Even old Jerry, who used to watch the horse racing at the bar every day, doesn't keep horses anymore, but she wants to get one."
"I don't know when horse breeding became popular again in the city."
Martha didn't understand this trend. She was just a little worried about Aria's safety and financial situation: "Can you ride a horse? Where are you going to buy one?" Buying a horse in a place like Smallville is not cheap. If Aria wanted to buy a racehorse as easily as giving away gems, Martha was really worried that she would go bankrupt.
Susan hadn't thought about this question. She turned her head, obviously she had attended the horse racing shows in the bar many times: "I almost forgot to ask you, is this horse raised for farm work or for riding?" Different sizes of horses require different specifications of stables, so she had to ask clearly.
Hot-blooded horses are suitable for speed competitions, warm-blooded horses have stable personalities and certain athletic abilities, draft horses are strong and capable of working, and their sizes far exceed those of other breeds. She was also a little curious about which one Aria would choose.
Being stared at by two puzzled NPCs simultaneously, Aria felt a little sweat dripping down her spine. "I can ride, of course, but as for the breed..." How was she supposed to know? Aren't horses supposed to grow out of the ground the day the stable is built?
Although the breed is completely random, Aria has already decided on the horse's name! If it's a random mare, she'll be called Libao. If it's a stallion—
Let’s call it mojodojocasahorse!
10.
After harvesting some parsnips and planting some new seeds, Aria began to miss the upcoming Easter. Although Martha said that finding Easter eggs is for children, as a player, how could she not participate in the annual egg hunt!
With so much change this year, the Easter Egg Hunt competition couldn't just rely on memorization. Aria began training in the mines three days in advance: to be a sharp eagle, a nimble rabbit, a cunning fox. The loot dropped by fallen monsters piled up like a mountain, and her combat level soared two levels. Aria stood at the forge, grinning, and fashioned metal ingots into sprinklers.
After three days of preparation, I am determined to win the title of the first-year egg-hunting king!
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Metropolis, Daily Planet.
Clark, hunched over, barely squeezed out of the elevator. It was the afternoon rush hour, and he had been tasked with the crucial task of bringing coffee to his colleagues. After several "me too," the task quickly expanded from one cup to multiple cups. Fortunately, the news rookie, though seemingly clumsy, was actually quite agile. After several near-misses of spilling coffee on the clothes of others in the elevator, he finally returned triumphantly with the supplies, saving his colleagues from a sleepy lunch break.
No one asked him why he suddenly wanted to go out to eat at noon, which made Clark more or less relieved. Kent turned on the computer and sent the sports news he had edited in the morning to Perry for review. By the way, he wanted to fight for a new column when a spam email titled Smallville caught his attention.
He clicked on it and saw a big headline:
Smallville Easter Egg Festival? The winner will receive a $1,000 prize! Bracket: Smallville residents only
No, who sent this?
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