Chapter Eighty-Five: Guild Territory

Changyin showed Wei Tong the rice seeds and paddy field planning drawings of high-quality rice, and Wei Tong immediately realized the high value of these two things. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

"So you asked me to send 55 gold just to buy this?"

"yes, isn't it worth it?" Changyin thought that Wei Tong had doubts about his decision.

"It's worth it, it's so worth it!" Wei Tong slapped his thigh angrily, "Don't say 55 gold, just add another zero, as long as I can afford it, I will buy it, okay?" ā€

"Then you're proud." Changyin mocked, "What you can buy for 55 gold, you can buy it back for 550 gold." ā€

"Uh......" Wei Tong couldn't answer.

"Go and bring this thing to your village, see if there is any suitable place in the mountains to get the paddy fields out, and then plant this rice, the troubled times are coming, before the troubled times until the end of the Yellow Turban Uprising for a period of time, the entire Yellow River basin is basically in a state of turmoil and famine, and the grain production capacity per mu is higher than others, which can help us gain a firm foothold in the competition." Changyin stuffed things into Wei Tong's hands.

"Huh? I ......" Wei Tong felt that Changyin always stuffed good things to himself, and he was a little reluctant to go.

"Don't mother-in-law." Changyin was too familiar with Wei Tong, and he could see at a glance what he was thinking, "We belong to the Shandong region, and we generally eat more noodles and eat less, and the most suitable living environment for rice is not here." Whether it's paddy fields or rice, you definitely need abundant water, and you have mountain streams and lakes in your mountains. I don't have anything. Besides, your village is behind the battle line, and this kind of tuntian must be put in your place, and if I fight and the rice fields are gone, I can't find a place to cry. ā€

Changyin didn't give Wei Tong a chance to get entangled, so he stuffed things into him and walked away to get busy with himself.

Wei Tong suddenly remembered that he was sensible early when he was a child. Usually I go to other uncles and aunts to play, and out of politeness, someone often stuffs him with money and pocket money, and at that time Wei Tong knows that the money is collected because his parents are taking a favor, so he doesn't want to live or die.

So when he went to a relative's house during the Chinese New Year, Wei Tong habitually refused in the face of the money stuffed by the elders. Sometimes I can't help it, so I secretly put it back behind someone's TV, and tell them after I'm gone.

However, at this time, his father would generally persuade Wei Tong to accept it, and Wei Tong was very strange why some money could be collected and some money could not be collected.

"Outsiders may give you money out of some unglamorous motives, so don't want this kind of money. As for the money given to you by the elders in the family during the Chinese New Year, it is generally in a kind of care for the younger generation, and the nature is different. ā€

Wei Tong didn't understand: "But the money that my uncle gave me, don't you and your mother have to wrap a red envelope to return it when you turn around, so why do you want it." ā€

The father was a little surprised, but he didn't expect Wei Tong, who was a little older, to understand this: "This can't be measured by the amount of income and expenditure of money, and it is also the form of elders to juniors." ā€

"That person always gives me money, if I can't earn money in the future, people regret it, wouldn't it be very embarrassing." The old god of Little Wei Tong is here.

Father smiled and touched Wei Tong's head: "The expectations given to you by the elders are not that I hope you will repay them in the future. And in the face of other people's expectations, what you should do is not to refuse, even if you can't return something of equivalent value to others in the future, but you just need to be serious about others. ā€

"Sincerely, there is no price." Father concluded.

"Didi." Wei Tong's thoughts were pulled back to reality by the message prompt, and when he clicked on it, Pan Shuai's news said that the guild territory had been built, so let him and Changyin go and take a look.

Pan Shuai's guild territory was not far from Changyin's village, about twenty miles southeast of Changyin Village. Wei Tong and Changyin walked slowly, and they had to walk for a while.

The first thing that catches your eye is the appearance that is no different from that of a normal player's village, and when you enter the simple gate, there are many buildings in the territory that look like houses.

"What is this? There are also dwellings in the guild territory? Wei Tong asked curiously.

"The player's stuff isn't as serious." Pan Shuai shrugged, "This thing is called a home on the panel, it belongs to the private space of the guild players, and now the number of guilds is limited to 50 people at the Xin B level, and my guild has a fine soldier strategy, so there have not been many people, and this time it was brought to Qingzhou, there are only 21 people in total." ā€

Wei Tong continued to walk around the territory, and along the street you can also see commercial buildings such as inns and taverns, Pan Shuai said that these are all given by the system itself, and you can manage it yourself, and you don't need to pay attention to what talents are not talented, which makes Wei Tong envious.

"What's this? Smoke Hotel? Wei Tong asked, looking at a building that looked like a tobacco and alcohol retail store in the community.

"It's called a grocery store, and you can sell things." Pan Shuai glanced at it and replied, "But I think it's useless, the guild is not productive, what kind of wood and grain are produced in your village, what can we do here......

Wei Tong suddenly remembered something, didn't care about Pan Shuai's complaining, and then asked, "Hey, what kind of red and blue medicine do you RPGs generally take now?" ā€

Pan Shuai was stunned for a moment, thought for a while, and told Wei Tong: "There is no upper limit to medicine, and good medicine is basically not seen. So now we usually play for a while, sit down and use some gradual recovery medicine, some gold sore medicine or something......"

"Is there a lot of gold sore medicine?" Wei Tong grasped the point.

"How much?" Where did Pan Shuai know what Wei Tong meant when he asked, "The rarity is not high, so you can basically get it, but in a more active guild like ours, it is necessary that the supply exceeds demand......"

"That means that as long as there is a stable supply, someone will buy it, right?" Wei Tong was a little excited.

"You mean, you can get the goods?" Pan Shuai seemed to realize something and began to get excited.

Wei Tong told Pan Shuai about the production function of the handicraft workshop in the player's territory, as well as the production drawings of the gold sore medicine in his hand.

Pan Shuai's reaction was of course excited: "Then what kind of blacksmith are you talking about, where can I buy it?" How much does it cost? ā€

Wei Tong looked at Pan Shuai helplessly: "That's talent...... How much is it, are you ready to be a human trafficker? ā€

Pan Shuai also reacted, scratching his head a little embarrassedly: "Then how can you fix that blacksmith?" ā€

The refresh of talents mainly depends on luck, and occasionally a few life and professional talents will come out among the homeless. It's just that it's too unstable to wait for the brush in that way.,I'm now in a state of eagerness.,I don't know what year or month I'm waiting for.怂

"If it's convenient for you, you can help a little bit......" Wei Tong thought.