Chapter 35
There is only one option on the light screen: [Soil].
After clicking on them one by one, An Rou discovered that there were two levels of subdivision options under this option.
【Purification】【Humidity】【Thickness】【Elements】.
Under the last three options are the choices of adding or subtracting specific elements.
Paopao clicked [Purify]. No more sub-items popped up on the screen. Where the gold coins had disappeared, the gray-black soil had noticeably lightened. The area affected by the change was far greater than Anrou had anticipated.
It was just two gold coins. According to the nature of in-game krypton gold, she thought the purified soil would be at most the size of a fingernail.
I didn’t expect it to be as big as a rice bowl.
Is it because soil is free?
An Rou suppressed her excitement and told Paopao, "Dig it up and take a look."
Paopao understood and took out his bone burying shovel, digging several dozen centimeters deeper. The color of the soil in that small area remained unchanged. In other words, the two gold coins had completely dispelled the toxicity from that small patch of land!
Isn't this much more valuable than buying soil as that old man said?!
And it’s done once and for all!
An Rou finally allowed the joyful expression to appear on her face, and she walked around the vegetable patch, scattering gold coins as she walked.
Until the whole vegetable field was shining with golden light.
Run and select [Purify].
A large area of soil had changed color, like a giant mosaic fallen on the wasteland, very eye-catching. Moreover, some gold coins had not disappeared from the ground.
An Rou roughly calculated that it only cost 2,500 gold to buy almost two mu of land!
Far below expectations.
It was estimated that including the area of the bungalow and the sauerkraut shed, it would only cost 100,000 gold to purify eight acres of land.
Admittedly, it is much more expensive than the 5,000 kilograms of soil mentioned by the old farmer, but this is a one-time solution, and the two cannot be compared at all.
An Rou still has 800,000 gold in her hands now, and it’s not like she can’t spend the money.
However, she had to admit that this was a huge, unplanned expense, but compared to throwing away the bungalow that cost 500,000 gold coins to build and moving, it was nothing.
Paopao was eager to make a move: "Boss, today's job is to purify the soil?"
An Rou resisted the urge: "Don't worry, let's see the results first. Make sure all the toxins are eliminated first."
Turning the soil, applying fertilizer, planting rapeseed, all the work done before was done again.
Of course An Rou wouldn't do anything, so she took a chair and sat aside.
The young men worked honestly and diligently, so there was no need for a supervisor. An Rou's role was to figure out how to conduct the experiment.
She had Paopao fertilize only half of the vegetable patch, repeating the previous process. For the other half, she sprinkled gold coins to adjust the soil's moisture and mineral content. With this meticulous manipulation, even the effort of watering was eliminated.
The farm had no water source, so all water needs were replicated with gold coins. After the entire process, the cost of the two vegetable plots was surprisingly similar.
Next, it depends on how each of them gains.
After Paopao finished his work and washed his hands, he walked into the house. An Rou had already cooked two dishes and served them on the table along with the remaining sauerkraut and shredded pork.
Technology had regressed by hundreds of years, and so had rice. There were even bits of bran left in the rice. Too much water made it mushy, too little and hard. An Rou tried again and again, finally finding the right amount of water, but the rice still tasted like chewing wax, like chewing chalk.
Paopao quietly took out a few gold coins and placed them on the rice. He raised his eyes quietly and met Anrou's cold gaze.
He put the gold coins away.
An Rou smiled wryly: "You spend your own money, I won't stop you."
Paopao felt guilty: "During the difficult period of starting a business, I ate whatever the boss ate. How could I be greedy for enjoyment?"
Start to stir the rice.
An Rou knew the rice wasn't tasty, and her cooking skills were only mediocre, barely edible. Ever since she discovered the plasticity of everyday items, she'd seen Paopao use gold coins to improve the taste of food, so she figured it must be working quite well.
But she resisted the urge.
Desire, once started, is like a snowball that keeps getting bigger and bigger.
Delicious food, beautiful clothes, and exquisite jewelry gradually evolved into luxurious houses, magnificent manors, and extravagant palaces.
An Rou didn't think she had the ability to do all this - or rather, An Rou once had a golden finger and became rich, and once thought she could get everything.
But ever since she witnessed Chu Mo's terrifying skills and the mysterious man wiped out the SS-level ghoul with the blink of an eye, An Rou's vigilance has increased day by day.
She can see the player's light screen and deceive the player, but it's just a trick.
Growing up to SS level might be a devastating boss for ordinary players, but what about against top players?
An Rou feels insecure.
This was the core of her conflict these days.
She wants to build the farm of her dreams and lead An Younian to a life without worries about food and clothing and without conflicts with the world. She also wants the sudden wealth to continue to devour souls and keep upgrading until no player can be its opponent - but is this possible?
Would a monster-killing game allow for an unbeatable monster?
If this possibility exists, An Rou will repeat her old tricks and continue to create chaos and fish in troubled waters with her sudden wealth, but this means that the farm is always at risk of being exposed.
And live in harmony with the world...completely isolated.
On the contrary, she no longer takes risks, is content with poverty and happiness, and tries to keep a low profile. The risk of exposure is reduced, but what about getting rich quickly?
It still has souls in the pickle jar to feed it, but the stock will eventually run out.
Is she going to set it free?
——An Rou knew that this was just a nice description.
In fact, if she really drove Baofu away, she would be breaking her promise. From the beginning, she promised that she would make sure Baofu had enough food and clothing and no longer feared disappearing.
In An Rou's mind, Baofu was no longer just an ordinary ghoul. Or rather, he wasn't a ghoul at all. He could communicate, obey, and even understood refills. Most importantly, his true fear wasn't death, but disappearance.
Like a wisp of water vapor dissipating between heaven and earth, leaving no trace.
Just like people...
Without me by its side, Bao Fu is just an ordinary high-level ghoul, and disappearance is its destined ending.
The meal was so dull that even my favorite sauerkraut was tasteless.
Paopao had finished eating a long time ago. Seeing Anrou in a daze as she was picking up rice with chopsticks, for some reason, he didn't dare to disturb her.
Until footsteps were heard outside.
"Boss, someone is coming!"
An Rou raised her eyes, her gaze blank, and a familiar figure was reflected in her vision.
“Dad…Dad!”
An Rou put down the bowl with a bang and ran out, leaving Paopao standing there in a daze.
……dad?
The boss has a dad in the game?!
An Younian stood in the small courtyard, his fat body spinning around, unable to believe his eyes.
Is this the farm that has been abandoned for many years?
When he arrived at the gate, he hesitated for a long time before daring to come in. After all, there was no one living nearby, only this house.
Brand new house.
When he saw his daughter running towards him, An Younian showed a familiar smile and his eyes narrowed into slits.
"Rou Rou, you haven't been home for so long. Daddy is very worried about you." An Younian said, looking An Rou up and down carefully. "I heard that a lot of ghouls appeared around here a few days ago. Are you okay?"
"It's okay, the ghouls are all outside. The city walls are so high and thick, there's no way they can get in."
An Rou didn't act coquettishly in her words, but she used a coquettish tone, which made Paopao at the door dumbfounded.
At first, he thought An Rou's "father" was at least a high-level player, after all, his daughter was so amazing. But no matter how he looked at it, the fat middle-aged man in front of him looked like an NPC!
Paopao suddenly realized.
It turns out that the boss was really commemorating someone by playing the game. That's why he recognized an NPC as his father in the game.
I guess this NPC's favorability towards her is over 90%, otherwise he wouldn't be so intimate with her.
He could tell An Younian's identity. An Younian had been running a bun shop for so many years, so his eyesight wasn't much worse.
"This is..." He recognized Paopao's outfit. Although it was simple, the pair of thin-string gloves were something only the Destined would wear.
An Rou glanced at Paopao.
She didn't intend for An Younian to discover Paopao's existence so soon, nor did she intend for the farm to be discovered.
But now that An Younian is here...
"Dad, he's my friend. He helped a lot in getting the farm built. Just tell him to trot."
Most people call the Destiny Master "Master Destiny Master", or at the very least "Sir". An Younian didn't know how to say An Rou, so he just bowed to Paopao repeatedly.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you for taking care of Rourou..."
Paopao was at a loss. Seeing Anrou's cold eyes, his legs became weak and he hurriedly bowed: "Uncle, please don't be like this. You are too polite. The boss..."
After receiving a glare from An Rou, he swallowed the rest of his words.
An Rou said, "Why call me uncle? Call me Uncle An!"
“…Oh, Uncle An!”
In his entire life, An Younian had never seen anyone dare to speak to the Chosen One in such a tone. He was stunned when An Rou hugged him by the arm and dragged him away.
Paopao didn't dare to follow too closely and stayed far behind.
Only at this moment did he realize that he had never known An Rou's name from the beginning.
Uncle An... In other words, the boss’s surname is An?
Then he shook his head in denial.
NPC is NPC, boss is boss, how could he possibly have the NPC's last name?
The farm was still simple, with only a fairly large sauerkraut shed to show off. It was the first stop that An Rou took An Younian to visit.
An Younian was shocked and delighted, nodding repeatedly: "Great, great! Rourou has grown up and has a promising future!"
Tears welled up in the corners of my eyes.
Behind the sauerkraut shed is the vegetable field. The vegetable seeds have just been planted, and from the outside only rows of raised mounds of earth can be seen.
"Dad, once these mustard greens grow, I can start making sauerkraut! Once the sauerkraut is pickled, I'll make you sauerkraut fish!"
An Younian seemed to be hesitant to speak, but in the end, worried that his daughter's hard work would be in vain, he frowned and said, "Rou Rou, this piece of land...can't grow anything!"
"It's okay, Dad. I know a lot of ghouls have died here. I have a way to deal with it!"
"Dad is serious," An Younian pretended she wasn't serious. "Ever since your mom... we didn't move to town right away. Dad farmed for a year and couldn't grow anything, so he took you to town..."
He spoke evasively, which only made it seem like he was hiding something.
An Rou's expression calmed down, and she whispered, "I know Mom is here... and has turned into a ghoul. Dad, I remember everything. You don't have to hide it from me."
An Younian opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.
In fact, the first scene that An Rou saw when she entered the game, or the first memory she received from the original owner, was her mother turning into a ghoul.
More than ten years have passed, but it is still fresh.
For the original owner, this was an inescapable shadow, but for An Rou, she accepted it calmly.
After all, she had no feelings for the original owner's mother. She only developed a fondness for An Younian later. She didn't deny that she treated An Younian as a kind of substitute, but so what?
She lives in place of the original owner, lives well and happily, and An Younian is happy.
On the other hand, An Younian can satisfy her desire for family affection, and that is enough.
Whether it is material or emotional, the final measure of whether it is worth it lies in oneself.
An Rou held An Younian's rough hand. Perhaps because he had been making buns for too many years, the back of his hand was rough, but there was a layer of oil on the palm that could not be washed off.
"Dad, have you forgotten how I bought you flour? I know what I'm doing, and I really have a way to grow food and vegetables on this land. Don't worry." An Rou said, pouting and adding, "Unless Dad still doesn't believe me."
"Believe it, how could Daddy not believe Rourou?"
Although An Younian said this, An Rou could still see that he was not being sincere.
But that's not important. Support without understanding is often more valuable.
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