"Looking for a blacksmith? Come with me. The old fisherman said without any superfluous indication.

He fished for a while every day by the river outside the village, and although he saw an endless stream of visitors, when those from outside wanted to enter the village, he was the easiest old man to meet by the river. Only a small number of these visitors came to settle in the village, and the rest came for a variety of reasons.

The young man in front of him came to the blacksmith, he was not surprised, if he had come to settle in the village, it would be strange. Young people, there are not many who can endure loneliness, and even fewer who can stay with a group of old men.

Yun Ting nodded slightly, and his other hand reached out again, wanting to help the old fisherman carry the fish basket. Yun Ting is still very polite to this old fisherman, and he will not despise this old fisherman. There are many old, weak, sick and disabled people in Taoyuan Village, and it is these old and weak who look inconspicuous, but they are not sure that they represent the highest level in a certain skill.

"No, I'm not old enough to lift a fish basket!" The old fisherman blew his nose and glared, directly rejecting Yun Ting's kindness.

The old fisherman walked forward, and Yun Ting hurriedly followed, not angry because of this. The old fisherman in front of him walked very slowly, and Yun Ting's pace slowed down because of this, just in time to see the scenery of Taoyuan Village.

Taoyuan Village is still the same as what he saw when he came here in his previous life, there are some subtle differences, but on the whole it is the same, a pastoral scenery. Every time Yun Ting saw such a scene, he would feel that time had slowed down a lot, and the peace of mind enabled him to think about many things clearly.

In the fields outside the village, some people are plowing, and an old ox is ploughing the fields under the drive of the farmer. From a distance, it is impossible to tell whether these farmers are the aborigines of the game or the players. But so what? Whether it is the aborigines or the players, the movements of them bowing their heads and bending down are exactly the same, the same concentration, the same forehead, and the back is drenched with sweat.

In the real world, there are not many people who can still farm in the primitive way, and all the food industry is fully automated. Maybe at some point, there are still people who are willing to understand, but only to understand, and not many are willing to be like a fool. Yes, like a fool, basking in the sun stupidly, planting rice, just for that not high yield.

Even in the game, more players will do a lot of things in the game and choose many professions, except for professions like Farmer, which no one chooses at all. Only Yun Ting knew that in Taoyuan Village, there were such fools, and they were stupid to the extreme.

Such a fool, the rice seeds that flowed out of his hands were coveted by every subsequent force. The reason is very simple, because the rice he grows, and the cultivation tools he improves with the craftsmen, can increase the yield of grain and greatly save manpower.

It's the seemingly inconspicuous farmer who, in fact, is a little more important in the game than many players. Because in this world, it's not just the aborigines of the game who need to eat, but the players also need it, and if the food production can't keep up, famine is certain, and death is certain. No matter how many times the player can never come, if there is no food, they can only die again and again!

Many players don't notice, or rather, the aborigines don't feel that the price of food is rising at a very inconspicuous rate. By the time they came to their senses, the price of food was high and a real catastrophe had arrived. At that time, the heroes of the divided side will not have to think about how to defeat the enemy, but to feed the people and army under their command!

In the peach forest not far away, the peach blossoms were in full bloom, and the petals fluttered with the breeze, and there was a pink rain as follows. Each petal of the flower, stretched out for the sky, fell lightly, dyeing the earth the same color as the falling rain of flowers. In the peach forest, there was laughter and laughter, and when it reached Yunting's ears, it had become much weaker, but the joy and joy could be felt.

On the side of the dirt road in the village, an old hen was leading a group of chicks in front of her to search the grass, and when she saw the old fisherman and the clouds, she did not hide in fright, but continued to walk majestically and vigorously.

"Wangwang." A yellow dog barks at the clouds at the entrance of the village.

"Ah Huang, shut up!"

Before the old fisherman could speak, an impatient voice sounded within the fence wall at the entrance of the village. When the yellow dog heard this, it did not bark any further, but stopped where it was, staring at the clouds, and baring its teeth fiercely. One of its front paws tugged at the ground, and it pulled out its paw prints backwards, ready to pounce and bite the clouds.

On the other side of the village road, a low wooden door in the courtyard of a house opened and creaked. Out of it came a young man dressed as a hunter, holding a short fork and carrying a longbow and quiver behind his back.

"Ah Huang, let's go." He called out, and the yellow dog immediately drew his attention from Yun Ting and ran over quickly.

The yellow dog Ah Huang stopped at the young man's lap, rubbed his head against the young man's calf, and sat down. The docile appearance makes people unable to see the ferocity just now, and they will think that the feeling of being able to pounce and bite at any time is just an illusion.

Bending down, he reached out and touched Ah Huang's head, and then the young man raised himself again and looked at the old fisherman and Yunting who had stopped.

"Guo Lao, is this a guest?" He asked. Squinting and smiling, the smile makes people feel comfortable.

"yes." The old fisherman nodded, looked at the heavily armed youth, and continued, "Yi, you want to go out hunting?" Can't come back at night? I went home and asked the old woman to boil fish soup, remember to come and drink it. ”

Talking to himself, the question behind the old fisherman was not the same as if he didn't ask, and he directly invited the young man of Orion to come and drink fish soup in the evening.

"Okay." Yi was still smiling and agreed, and his smile became a little brighter.

"Then Guo Lao, I'll go." Yi added.

"Remember to come for fish soup in the evening!" The old fisherman Guo Lao reminded again, and after seeing the latter nod heavily, he smiled.

Yi took the yellow dog Ah Huang towards the outside of the village, and when he passed by the clouds, his body couldn't help but stiffen slightly, and then returned to normal. Ah Huang, the yellow dog with a brisk pace, also exploded all the hair on his body when his master showed this abnormality, and only returned to normal after crossing the clouds.

At this moment of rubbing shoulders, whether it was Yi or Yunting, they all felt the pressure brought to them by the other party. This kind of pressure is very sudden, sudden, sudden, and the reason of both people is suppressing the instinct of the body, feeling the instinct of threatening to make a countermeasure.

Yi disappeared behind Yun Ting, Yun Ting didn't look back, Yi He actually knew him. In the previous life, when Taoyuan Village was no longer a paradise, it was this Yi and several other players in the village who guarded this Taoyuan. Don't look at Yi as just a hunter, but just like a mythical figure represented by the character Yi in his name, his archery skills are superb. Under Yi's arrow, on the mountain where Taoyuan Village is located, among those trees, it has really become a place where peach blossoms bloom, but the color of peach blossoms is bright red.

"Whew, the finishing touch, it seems that I have never reached that kind of state." Within the courtyard wall, where the sound had been heard before, a voice containing a sigh rang out.

Yun Ting looked over and saw a back inside the courtyard wall, with his back to him. Just a back made Yun Ting feel a sense of loneliness, and this courtyard, the green vines climbing on the courtyard wall became a scene in his eyes.

The old fisherman Guo Lao looked at Yun Ting's gaze and said with a smile: "This painting idiot doesn't care about him, he has to put the finishing touch on himself, it's just an adjective, who can point his eyes down, and he can make the dragon in the painting come alive?" ”

"Lao Guo, don't speak ill of me behind my back!" The scribe in the courtyard said.

"You guy, don't you turn your head and don't I speak ill of you behind your back?" Guo Lao scolded with a smile.

"It's impossible to say that I put the finishing touch, I don't know who wants to see if the carp can jump over the dragon gate and then catch the carp!" The scribe turned around and retorted.

The old fisherman snorted and said loudly: "To be a man you must have a dream!" Carp leaps over the dragon gate, how do you know it's impossible? If you haven't determined something, you can't do it, and that's a legend that has been circulated before, and no one knows if it's just a carp that crossed the dragon gate and turned into a dragon! ”

"That's right! To be a man you have to have a dream, and I am also a person with a dream! The finishing touch, although the dragon I painted, it can't come back to life after the eye, but no one knows if the dragon painted by someone before came to life! The scribe said with confidence.

On the bookcase behind him, on top of the paperweight pressed with a paperweight, a long dragon of ink leaped on the paper and leaped among the clouds. Under the eyes, the eyes that have not yet dried out, under the sunlight, seem to gradually have a glow, with a natural majesty.

"Cut, just wait for the dragon on your paper to come back to life one day, and I'll catch it again." The old fisherman added.

The scribe corrected, "That's a dragon, not a fish." ”

"Nope. The fact that a carp can transform into a dragon proves that the dragon is also a type of fish. "The old fisherman won't give an inch.

"No, it's a dragon, not a fish..."

…

The old fisherman and the scribe argued for a long time about whether the dragon had anything to do with the fish, and soon the old fisherman realized that there was a guest next to him, so he waved his hand generously and said, "Forget it, I won't discuss it with you." ”

After staring at the scribe for a long time, the old fisherman looked at the fish basket he was carrying, he shook his head, and said, "Remember to come to my house to drink fish soup at night, you guy, you are ruining my fish by letting you make your own fish!" I think you're going to make up for your brain too, so I'll give you all the fish heads at night! ”

This is a middle-aged scribe, and in front of Yun Ting is an old fisherman, and either of them is much older than Yun Ting. But seeing their argument, it was extremely naïve, just like two children but I don't know why, but it made Yun Ting a little envious, this kind of young mentality, many people can't have.

Seeing that the scribe was about to say something, the old fisherman waved his hand and left with brisk steps. Listening to the "you wait" coming from behind him, he felt like he had caught several big fish, and he had a sense of accomplishment!

After walking a little further towards the village, the old fisherman Guo Lao stopped, pointed to a house at the end and said to Yunting, "Oh, that's it." I have to rush home and ask my wife to make fish, so I won't go with you. If you can't find it again, go to the noisiest side, where the sound of striking iron comes from is the blacksmith's house. ”

"Gone." Waving his hand, the old fisherman left without waiting for Yun Ting's answer.

Yun Ting walked towards the house pointed by the old fisherman, but question marks popped up on the door of his head, saying that there was a sound of striking iron, but he did not hear it. As he walked deeper and deeper, he was only sure when he stood in front of the courtyard gate and heard a faint sound from the courtyard gate.

"Tailor, I heard you're looking for abuse again?" Inside the courtyard gate, there was a neutral voice.

Yun Ting heard it very clearly, and it was hard to imagine that the sound through a door seemed to appear in front of Yun Ting. It is not difficult to imagine how loud the owner of this voice behind the door is.

In the courtyard, two large men were staring, undisguised the hostility in their eyes.

"Blacksmith, it's not certain who is looking for abuse! You think the armor-piercing cone you build will be able to penetrate the armor I build? The tailor said.

"Hmph, I said tailor, with your effort, it's better to make a few more clothes, and it's a waste of time to create any armor! Under my armor-piercing cone, if you don't wear armor, you can die a little bit, and you will still die if you wear any armor, but the pain before you die will make you desperate to die! The blacksmith stretched out a finger, dug his nostrils, took out the boogers, looked at them, and with a flick of them, the boogers flew away.

After a pause, he noticed that the boogers on his fingertips were still on his head, so he covered the other finger and rubbed it before flicking it out again. Eventually, the boogers flew out and landed on the ground in a parabola, and they could no longer be distinguished.

Looking at the blacksmith's indifferent performance, the tailor snorted indignantly, he pointed to the two scarecrows placed at the end of the courtyard, and said, "Let's try it, hum, don't think I'm still that set of chain mail!" I consulted a lot of literature before I copied the paper armor, don't lose and don't admit it! ”

"Good! I want to see how high the defense of your so-called paper armor is, don't cry after losing! The blacksmith still didn't believe it, but he couldn't resist the tailor's many provocations, and finally complied.

(End of chapter)