Chapter 32
The duck shed collapsed along with the thatched house, and the ducklings jumped into the wasteland without looking back.
Fortunately, the chicken coop was preserved.
An Rou scattered a handful of gold coins into the chicken coop. The chicks thought it was food and rushed over chirping.
"Why are you standing there? Let them grow up quickly." An Rou urged.
Paopao had an indescribable expression on his face: "Uh... Boss, this function doesn't work on living things..."
An Rou was doused with cold water and was stunned for two seconds: "Where are the fruit trees and vegetables?"
“…That won’t work either.”
"Why didn't you say so earlier!"
You didn't even ask... Paopao secretly complained. How could he know that An Rou was so capable when she didn't even know the most basic common sense?
However, he realized a fact: "Boss, are you really planning to build a farm?"
Building a farm in a monster-killing game?
How is this played?
However, raising monsters in a monster-killing game is unheard of, so building a farm doesn't seem that strange.
Owning a self-sufficient farm wasn't so much a dream as it was an obsession Anrou had developed in this increasingly chaotic society. She didn't expect Paopao to understand, and she didn't bother explaining further, sending him back to work in the straw hut.
At a cost of 40,000 gold, the straw hut was expanded to more than ten times its original size, enough to accommodate all the corpses.
However, when Paopao started digging the second hole, Anrou suddenly called him.
"You go to town and do some shopping."
After giving the instructions, Paopao's face turned pale.
This is too cruel.
Not only that, An Rou also ordered him to hand over all his props, leaving only a gray weapon for self-defense and enough gold coins to buy things.
The bone knife of getting rich quickly is right in front of you, and you can't just run away or not give it.
He threw all his belongings on the ground. As a poor, low-level player, he didn't have much anyway.
Paopao suddenly understood: "Boss, are you afraid that I'll take the opportunity to run away?"
An Rou remained silent.
"Don't worry, boss, I won't run away!" Paopao pointed at the gold coins and props on the ground, "If I hadn't done this with you, I wouldn't even have this much money."
He opened his attribute panel again, and knowing that An Rou could see it, he did not switch it to visible mode.
"Look, Boss! I went from Bronze 10 to Bronze 15 in one night, all thanks to the experience I gained at the T21 event. I can level up and make money with you, so why would I run away?"
"Boss, are you... concerned about my ID? Don't worry, once we get to town, I'll go to the pawn shop and buy a name change card and change my ID!"
An Rou couldn't help but smile, but she still didn't show any mercy and waved him away.
Paopao stuffed a meat bun into his mouth while performing a swift wind step and rushed towards Zhongsu Town. From head to toe, he looked like he wanted to perform well in front of her.
An Rou looked at his receding back.
Suddenly, I remembered that when Liu Qingsong was about to catch the duck last night, this young man had stopped him. Later, when there was a dispute among the players, he was the one who intervened to mediate.
I accidentally picked up a cute baby.
An Rou let a smile spread across her face, and heard a sharp gasp in her ears.
"Violent."
The bone knife glided through the air, accurately piercing the resurrected player. After the soul's white light shone, a cluster of bright spots like snowflakes exploded from the pile of corpses.
In less than an hour, Paopao came back.
The stamina bar and energy bar are both red.
As expected of a player, he possesses mobility skills and his speed is far beyond that of an ox cart.
"Where are the things?" An Rou saw that he had nothing in his hands.
As soon as I asked, a large vat appeared in front of me.
An Rou couldn't help but sigh, "Player status is really useful." Such a large vat, filled to the brim, wouldn't even be able to be pulled by an oxcart.
Players can easily store them in the prop column.
This jar is taller than an ordinary water jar, reaching An Rou's chest, and its inner diameter is smaller than that of a water jar - it is a special pickle jar.
At this time, it is full of yellow-green sauerkraut.
"Now that we're in the city, why don't you buy yourself something to eat?" An Rou said, handing over the cloth bag.
There is only one bun left in the bag.
Paopao glanced at Anrou and put the remaining money from the purchase into the bag.
An Rou said hurriedly: "Don't change it too much, it will become smelly if you keep it for too long."
After Paopao finished operating the light screen, he opened the bag and showed it to Anrou.
Inside lay five or six plump, soft buns, soaked in tempting gravy and steaming hot.
She forgot that the function of changing life props can change the status of props in all aspects.
"How much did it cost?"
"The pickle jar is 500 gold. Pickled cabbage is quite expensive, 15 per jin. The boss calculated it based on 200 jin..."
An Rou interrupted him: "I mean buns."
"Oh, 100 gold."
"100 gold?!" An Rou frowned. "One bun only costs 2 gold. At the selling price of 5 gold, that's enough to buy 20 buns!"
Paopao was puzzled at first, then felt a little guilty: "Changing attributes other than quantity is quite expensive..."
"So, in the future, don't do such worthless business! We are not a Fortune 500 company, and we don't have that much money to burn."
Having said that, An Rou couldn't resist the temptation and took a bun.
As a boss, she knows how to praise her employees and find fault with them when necessary.
So An Rou changed the subject and nodded at the water tank: "You did a good job on this purchase. The remaining money will be your bonus."
Sometimes he is stingy and sometimes generous. I can't stop him from running around.
He muttered to himself: We are not one of the Fortune 500, but this is the Soul World. There are no companies in the Soul World, so we are the strongest in the Soul World!
Being the strongest employee in Soul Society actually made him happy. He completely forgot about the inexplicable scolding he had just received.
After replenishing her strength, An Rou asked Paopao to raise his hand and handed over a large sum of money.
Paopao was used to being poor in the game, and had never seen such a large balance, five digits.
He suppressed his excitement and followed An Rou's instructions. He first put half of the pickles in the jar into the prop bar, and then sprinkled a handful of gold coins into it.
The water in the pickle jar was full and green and yellow.
By manipulating the light screen, the pickle jar can create a clone.
100 pickle jars are neatly arranged in the straw shed, which is quite spectacular.
Paopao took out a paper bag from the prop bar and unfolded it carefully. Inside was half an ounce of white powder - arsenic.
Under An Rou's gaze, he became increasingly cautious and placed 100 gold coins on the arsenic. The powder piled up into a small hill, from half an ounce to a pound.
He swallowed his saliva: "Boss, do you really want to do this?"
"I've already bought everything, and you're telling me this?" An Rou glared at him, "Let it go!"
A pound of arsenic was sprinkled into the pickle jar.
An Rou suddenly sighed, "I'm still inexperienced. I should have put the arsenic in the jar from the beginning, and then filled it up. I wouldn't have to add it in one gulp at a time."
Paopao stirred the muddy water in the tank, not daring to breathe.
The Soul-Calling Song's realistic gameplay naturally includes poison and poison powder. However, most people wouldn't think of using it. After all, even the most potent poison takes only a few seconds to kill, giving players enough time to use health potions.
Not very practical.
——Of course, except for the situation in front of me.
The corpses were soaked in a vat of highly toxic water. Even if a player didn't need to breathe after resurrection, their mouths and noses would inevitably be filled with liquid. A full pound of arsenic would kill a hundred cows, let alone a newly resurrected player.
From life to death, it only takes a few seconds. I'm afraid that everyone will not be able to react and will fall back into the state of death.
He was covered in poison from head to toe, and drinking life potions was useless.
"stop!"
After half an hour, An Rou stopped Paopao and said, "56 tanks, one for each of us, that's enough."
"One for two?" Paopao blinked and looked at the other pickle jars. "What about the rest?"
"Of course it's pickled vegetables!" An Rou said, looking at him like he was stupid. "It's suspicious that such a large pickled vegetable shed doesn't do some legitimate pickled vegetable business, right?"
Paopao suddenly realized.
The boss is the boss, his vision is much longer-term than his. He is still at the stage of hiding the body, while the boss has already thought of doing business as a cover.
Paopao started carrying the bodies.
After all, it was temporary death. Besides their pale faces, the players' skin and joints were still relatively flexible, so they weren't too heavy to carry. Game players' base stamina was far superior to real life, so carrying two bodies at once wasn't too strenuous.
Just like when I was piecing the body parts together, I was initially apprehensive when I lowered the body into the pickle jar. But after a few attempts, I became numb to it.
Soul Song has tens of millions of players, and countless people lose their game qualifications and enter the game every day. A hundred or so people are just a small splash.
An Rou sat upright in a chair and watched him busy, holding the stone that had grown bigger in her hand.
"By the way, did you hear anything when you went to town?"
Paopao was stunned for two seconds before realizing what she was concerned about. He shook his head, "No, I paid special attention, and almost no one mentioned Chizen Ichiming. Most people were talking about T21. The only one who mentioned him only speculated that Chizen Ichiming died at the hands of the big boss of the T21 mission."
An Rou nodded with satisfaction.
Look, this kid looks silly, but he is quite smart when it comes to serious matters.
However, are the guides for novice players of this game so comprehensive and the overall view so perfect?
She couldn't help but think of how she looked when she first saw Bao Fu, a level 1 novice who clearly knew nothing...
"Boss, everything is ready."
An Rou came to her senses and stood up to check. The pickle jar was tall enough and wide enough to see that no body was visible above the water.
"You're quite skillful, well done." She gave Paopao an approving smile, "Put a layer of pickled cabbage on it and cover it."
Each pickle jar had a thick, heavy, round wooden lid. An Rou tried to lift it herself, but without help, she couldn't.
The employee did not make a mistake and arrived on time.
Compared with the previous Wang Da and Wang Er, they are a hundred times more obedient.
The most important thing is that Wang Da and Wang Er are disobedient, which leads to An Rou not daring to keep them around when Bo Fu is away.
All 56 jars were covered with lids, and the remaining pickle jars were also filled with pickles and covered. Paopao wiped the sweat from his forehead and was about to breathe a sigh of relief when Anrou asked a question.
"Which jar should I start with, without a corpse in it?"
Paopao kept wiping the sweat off his face, frozen in place.
In a flash, I saw hundreds of pickle jars arranged in three neat rows, all identical. At first glance, it was impossible to tell which ones contained the bodies.
He asked foolishly, "Is it important, boss?"
An Rou asked back, "How many people do you want to kill by selling poisonous pickled vegetables? Isn't it important?"
"...You really want to sell pickles?"
"Of course." An Rou said with full energy, "I want to build a proper farm and do business with the town in the future!"
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