Chapter five hundred and fiftieth three fools go back
"Grandma, hurry up!"
"I don't want these things anymore. I can go back to the countryside and buy new ones."
"No, my little Singer, this was left by your grandfather. Your father and you both wore it when we were children. It has been blessed by the gods. Your children will also wear it in the future..."
"Okay, okay, bring it with you, it's so verbose."
"Brother, I want to take Xinji away."
"We are escaping, not going on vacation. What's the point of bringing a dog?"
"Brother, please, please, Xinji will definitely starve if we are not here."
"Bring it with you, bring it with you. It's really... only half an hour at most. I'm telling you."
"Singh, do you want to inform the girl you talked about last time?"
"who?"
"It's from Mr. Baku's house..."
"That old guy is smarter than anyone else. He may be watching the situation to see if I can survive this or not. You don't need to tell me, he knows what to do. If I don't come back, he won't decide on the marriage."
"What a nice girl, and the right caste."
"Don't worry, Mom, don't worry about my marriage. I can marry you a Kshatriya in the future."
"Don't talk nonsense...it's better to have a "well-matched" marriage, otherwise..."
"Okay, okay, if you don't want to go, you're going to have to walk."
A family of four found a house full of rags, including bottles and cans that grandma and mother couldn't bear to throw away. They were all old and had a certain amount of emotion and sustenance for them.
The whole family "escaped" overnight, which can also be described as fleeing. The situation in New Delhi is not good for him at the moment, and this wealthy area cannot protect him for long.
The countryside is still safe.
The countryside is closed and conservative, but I don't know how Canaan and players can be protected by the countryside when they return to the countryside. Those radicals and extremists can't do much in such an extremely exclusive place.
It was pitch dark outside, and the whole city was still immersed in manic emotions. Riots breaking out in various places were constantly broadcast on TV. On the flashing camera, the slogans of radical and extremist elements seemed to want to start a war with the whole world.
They smashed and burned Canaan's logo, and beat the players who came out with human flesh. Singer was so frightened that he kept looking outside the window, worried that they would rush in if there was a slight breeze blowing on the grass.
After finally packing up all her belongings, the truck hired at a high price was parked outside the villa. Singer's grandma commanded the servants and workers to carefully move her treasures into the truck. She was busy for more than two hours before moving.
over.
"Go, go quickly!"
The car finally started. Singer sat in the passenger seat and directed the driver to take a detour, avoid the crowded main street, and rush out of the city.
He encountered several dangers along the way, but the driver dealt with them with vigilance. Singer happily rewarded him.
Escape from New Delhi is a blockbuster movie that is as good as driving on a muddy road leading to the countryside at dawn.
"Brother, do we want to immigrate?"
The improvement of living conditions has made Singer less gloomy than before, and he has become more cheerful. She also has the energy to be pleasant to the sister she has always loved, so she is much bolder. She did not dare to ask Singer like this before.
Asking questions from east to west.
"Well, let's immigrate to a better place to start a new life."
"Better than New Delhi? I feel like I'm living in paradise now."
"What's this? You won't know what paradise is until you go to China. Compared with the cities there, New Delhi is just a slum." But his butt has changed. Singh's position has made a 180-degree turn. From before,
The Zhonghei became the current Zhongfeng.
"The country of China, isn't it the country of the United States?"
"The United States is no longer good, and now China is the only superpower."
"Wow, but I heard that China is very bad."
"That's all lies. China is a very good country, especially the Chinese people are very friendly. Their cities are very safe. My little Anba will live there happily. He can also go out at night without worrying about those dirty men.
Follow... Also, their women have a high status and do not need dowry to get married. On the contrary, they will receive a generous betrothal gift."
The younger sister who was called by her nickname was shy but could not hide her curiosity.
What my brother described was like another world.
For her, who has never been within three feet of her mother since she was a child, and whose only experience is a palm-sized place near the slums, she cannot imagine a place bigger and more prosperous than New Delhi.
It's just that the truck driver looked a little unhappy after hearing what Singer said. Singer shut up in time to avoid causing trouble.
The countryside was where my grandmother lived before she married into the slums. In the old man's description, everything was fine, just like a paradise. However, when he actually arrived there, Singer frowned.
The car stopped at the entrance of a shabby village, and soon it was surrounded by half-clothed children, all skinny as a stick, with round bellies and dark complexions. A few "respectable people" wearing turbans looked wary.
Standing at the entrance of the village, staring at their family. Behind them, more ragged villagers looked this way.
"Karuna, is it Karuna?"
Grandma recognized a person blocking the entrance to the village.
"Who are you……"
"I am Wanaza, from the old Sharif family."
"I used to belong to the old carpenter's house..."
"Yes, yes, it's me..."
The alert is lifted.
The meeting of the ‘old sisters’ was naturally a touching and boring scene.
Only then did Singer learn that her grandmother's family used to be a carpenter.
In the past, occupation and caste were inseparable. Caste regulated every aspect of a person's life starting from birth. There were strict regulations on what each caste could and could not do. These regulations used to be strict fortresses maintained by religion, but now they are indeed ancient customs.
and tradition.
Although caste has been abolished by law, caste is still everywhere, especially in this conservative countryside.
But this kind of conservatism is indeed the best protection at this time. Now here, Singer finally doesn't have to worry about being pulled out of his home and beaten.
An hour later, Singh bought an unused house from the largest landowner in the village. The truck stopped in front of the low and shabby door. Singh, wearing a crisp suit, pinched his nose and walked out of the courtyard. He saw a villager outside.
Everyone was smiling, holding their 'gifts', and went home happily.
"These poor devils!"
Singh's grandma beeped at their backs.
It's equivalent to paying protection fees.
Singer doesn't care about this little money. What makes him dissatisfied is the living environment.
Is this place really lived in?
Ouch!
An old ox came over and seemed to complain about how he was blocking the road, so he offered it to him with its horns.
Singer stepped out of the way, and the old scalper came in unexpectedly. With a snap, he pulled down a large pile of cow dung, which hit his leather shoes.
Oh, damn, damn it!
You can stay in this damn place for two days at most, at most.
"You guys hurry up and clean up, I want to go online!"
"Oh!" Singh's mother hurriedly agreed.
Singh's sister seemed to have found her little friends, a few dark, timid girls wearing tattered saris. When their mother called, they agreed like deers, waved goodbye to their new friends, and ran away.
return.
"Brother, I like this!"
"What do you like about this damn place...go and clean it up!"
"oh oh!"
After his mother and sister packed up his computer room, Singer directed his servants to move the precious game room inside.
He couldn't wait to get ready to go online, but found that the wires in the house were actually decorations. Fortunately, he had been prepared, and such a large truck was specially prepared for various accidents.
dynamo.
The roar of the generator broke the silence of the village. In the chaotic courtyard, Singer lay down in the game room without caring about anything and landed in Canaan.
Going online is still in the same mine.
I saw a little candlelight first. Someone came to such a remote location?
Singer first checked the mining harvest. The largest backpack was almost full, and it would exceed the load if it was loaded again, so he was ready to leave.
"Brother, you just came up? How long have you been digging?"
"Four or five hours, it's all worthless garbage."
"Hey, 9 out of 10 people here say that? Don't worry, buddy, I won't take it from you."
Singer smiled, picked up his heavy backpack, and walked out holding the candle.
"Seriously, buddy, if you have good products, sell them to me. I'm on a mission."
"What's the price of obsidian?"
"Really? How many are there? Are there any mica stones?"
"Just two pieces, there are no others, there are a lot of iron ore and copper ores."
“How about Obsidian 2 Silver?”
Singer turned around and left without saying a word.
"Don't, don't, brother, 5 silver, 5 silver a piece, it's a reasonable price. It's the same price you get outside. You have to carry it out yourself."
"I'm happy to carry it."
"...6 silver!"
"make a deal."
After selling two pieces of obsidian to the player who was doing the quest, Singer walked out by the light of the candle and found that the large army had penetrated deep into these remote mines.
"La la la, la la la, I am a little expert in mining..."
"I have a little donkey that I never ride..."
…
Although there are many people, each mine is far apart, and the howling of ghosts and wolves is always the main theme of this environment. If you listen to the miner singing and then stop singing, or the singing becomes out of tune, you have probably dug up something good.
.
It is said that a movie being released in China is about mining in games. It is said that the box office is not bad, and there are real miners appearing in it?
The game atmosphere in China is really good. I also heard that the United States and Europe are working on a "new smart city for players". Maybe they want to compete with China in terms of gaming atmosphere, right?
In comparison, Hardness is really a disappointing place. There are too many brainless, stupid, and self-righteous guys.
With these thoughts in mind, Singer left the mine and sold all the ore to institutions outside, earning about 20 silver per trip.
20 silver!
Less than 10 hours of gaming revenue.
With millions of rupees, you can't rob a bank so quickly. Only a fool returns to the national service.
Of course, the net income is not that much. Mining shovels, marching tents, stamina potions, and game time are all costs. Two obsidians are not always available, and after deducting them, they are less than ten silver.
"Brother, come to me when you have the goods and I will give you the best price."
"Definitely, definitely."
"You are going to walk back... No, there are a few bad guys on the road who have formed a group to rob. They are specifically targeting absentees like you who bought the ore. It is better to take the teleporter."
"Are you so arrogant near the main city?"
"Alas, the national server has tightened money recently, and it's hard to make money, so everyone has started doing business without capital... If this continues, they will all go to the foreign server."
Singer wanted to say that it was because they didn't know what foreign clothes were like. When they went out, they would all be crying and clamoring to come back.
People had already reminded him, so Singer had no choice but to save the small amount of money for the teleportation ride.
Teleport back to Xinhai City (compared to the Magic City). This border city on the frontline of the Fairy Forest is where the gangs focus their inspections. It has gathered a large number of players who go to the forest to explore, and most of them believe in the system's forest goddess.
Fighting for the forest and fighting for the basic base, Singer understands this way, the systematic Forest Goddess Church has the strongest sense of presence in this city. Their pastors, priests, and bishops are everywhere for propaganda and agitation, and the national server cannot control it.
The Shaolin Temple gang is inconspicuous among the large number of gangs planning to establish gangs here. They only rented a large courtyard in a small alley near the west gate of the city. The backbone of the gang has exclusive rooms. General members and trainee members do not have such access.
That's a good thing.
He is worried about the work visa, but the Alliance of Forever Alliance is not online. He himself is not willing to go to Bangzhu. Every time he goes, he feels uncomfortable. Monk Bangzhu, Shang Aishitai and other people lack the qualities of Alliance of Forever Alliance.
That sincerity in treating others.
It's not that they have any bad intentions, it's just that... anyway, Singer was very uncomfortable at first, but now he's used to it, until they don't do it out of malice, most of the time it's just out of ridicule.
"Third brother!"
The gangster who was working as a guard at the door greeted him lazily and let Singer in.
There are not many temporary gang residents, and those who have time are busy with their own affairs. Whoever has free time to stay in the gang, that is, when the gang gathers at 7:30 pm every day, they can 'cool around the fire and drink', and have continuous experience and
After the gang contributes, most of the members will come back.
This "warming over the fire and drinking" is said to have been copied from the offline game of the national server. Most of the experience comes from the national server, which is one of the few benefits of the national server gang.
It's not the time to 'warm the fire and drink', there are only some management and helpers around. The monk likes to wash his hair. When he came in, he slapped his forehead and said, "You're here just in time, third brother. I have something to tell you."
"Boss, is it a matter of work visa?"
"Well, I thought it was very simple...who knew..."
"What's wrong? It won't be approved, right? It shouldn't be!"
"It really shouldn't be the case. Aren't the other national costumes making trouble with us?" Monk Ai Nun scolded: "A lot of pinkeye. If you are poor, you can't see us living a good life."
Singer knows that this is the story of "how the national server harvested the world's wool", but what does it have to do with him?
"Other national servers asked us not to poach their corners. We don't want to continue to fight for the hundreds of thousands of naturalized players in the international server, so we agreed."
"Ah!?", Singer was dumbfounded, "No, boss, I won't be sent back, right?"
"You don't have to worry about this. Even Canaan Company can't do it. Players have the right to freely choose and change game servers, and no operating agent can violate that."
"That's good, that's good."
"But it's impossible to get this work visa. You'd better find a way on your own." This chapter has been completed!
