The wooden telephone poles, messy wires, and the guard post that looked like a turret in the mist suddenly gave Chen Yin a sense of immediacy when he was in an anti-Japanese movie and the guerrillas touched the devil's turret. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Not far from the guard house is a row of thatched houses. As Chen Yin and the others got closer and closer, behind the thatched house, a large area of "farmland" surrounded by wooden stakes was revealed, and an unpleasant stench began to fill the air.

Chen Yin noticed that the "farmland" was not planted with crops in the traditional sense, but huge mushrooms that were more than half a person tall, and the umbrella-shaped structure was very similar to the mushrooms on the earth.

"What's that? Wood fungus? ”

Chen Yin sent his big bag of doubts to Ah Xiu.

"Yes, that wood fungus farm is the foundation of our survival in West 13 District, and within fifteen days, a batch of wood fungus will mature, dry and send it to the black mill to grind into powder, and then give it to each resident according to human hair." Ah Xiu explained.

"What!?" Chen Yin was shocked, "This is actually the communist/industrial system!?" Can the distribution be fair? ”

“…… Yes, your word is very figurative. Although Chen Yin did not say a certain word, the advantage of consciousness communication is that the meaning is understood, and there is no need for a low-level carrier such as language for secondary expression.

"But you're to the point at once, I've heard that in the beginning such a system was very fair, and even the president at that time - that is, the rank of a general, but the leader elected by us - even his ration was the same as everyone else's."

"But now the free distribution has died in name only, everyone has to go to the sea, and the rest of what they pick up can be exchanged for wood fungus with the farm in addition to paying taxes, and they have to be sent to the black mill to grind, and then they will be fed by the moths again."

"Doesn't anyone want to grow this wood fungus themselves?" Chen Yin was a little puzzled, it stands to reason that planting should be a skill for the poor to survive, but here everyone has become a waste picker.

"If we grow wood fungus without permission, we will be captured by the general's men, and even if we plant it, we will not be able to dry it ourselves-we have neither fire nor fuel--and naturally we will not be able to send it to the Black Mill, and the fresh wood fungus will be visible at a glance."

When Chen Yin walked through a field, reached out and knocked on the wood fungus outside the wooden fence, he silently withdrew the question of "what not to eat raw". Because wood fungus, like its name, is as hard as wood, and it can't be eaten without grinding into powder.

On the way to the guard before, Chen Yin suddenly felt very uncomfortable on his feet.

Also, I don't know how long I was soaked in seawater, but I didn't feel it at first, but after walking for ten minutes, I felt pain and swelling in my feet, so I tried to light a fire and roast my soaked feet.

But it was at this time that Chen Yin realized that although he was in the Black Forest, he couldn't find any fuel, and the pitch-black ebony was as untouchable as a stone. Fortunately, Chen Yin had stored some fuel, otherwise his boots would still be wet.

The thatched hut next to the guard seemed to be watched by someone, but it quickly shrank back and didn't move.

Ah Xiu saw that Chen Yin was interested in those houses, so he explained: "Don't worry about them, they are just slaves, and they have lived by serving this wood fungus field for generations." The Great Shogun had a rule that they were not allowed to contact and talk to people who were obscene and unexpected. It's all a bunch of poor people, let's not go over, you look at them more, they all have the potential to commit a crime and be killed by the guards. ”

“…… Food Control ...... Serfs in Tuntian? Chen Yin muttered to himself.

Seeing that Chen Yin had no intention of the past, Ah Xiu was also relieved.

"Are you talking about slaves? These guys are the least of the stuff! Bah! Abin spat disdainfully.

"Brother, don't say that, they are all people who have no freedom, and no matter what they do, they are forced to do it." Ah Xiu frowned, very dissatisfied with Ah Bin's attitude.

"At least they're well fed and have the strength to laugh at us." Abin didn't refute much, just whispered in a humming voice.

In fact, if there is nothing else, Chen Yin still wants to study the peculiar social form here. But in the end, it is the sense of responsibility that prevails over curiosity.

Chen Yin and the others were already less than 50 meters away from the outpost, but they still didn't see anyone, the wooden door of the outpost was closed, and it was dark inside, and there seemed to be no people.

He said before that there were at least three people in the guardhouse...... How doesn't this look like someone? Chen Yin knocked on the second master who was lying on the back of the chocobo and asked.

It seems that Chen Yin touched the wound knocked out by Abin before, and the second master in a coma twitched his legs and stomachs.

"Perhaps...... The people in the guard house also went down to collect taxes...... Ah Xiu hesitated, "After all, one guard will manage several villages......

In order to facilitate communication, as long as Abin is there, Ah Xiu will answer Chen Yin's questions with what he says. On the one hand, this can simplify her thinking, and it is not easy to maintain a soul connection while maintaining a connection with an chocobo.

On the other hand, she is also doing this to take care of Ah Bin, who can't join the soul link. In this way, Abin can hear her words, and probably be able to judge what she is talking about with Chen Yin.

"I'll go in and take a look!" Abin raised the firewood knife and volunteered.

"Wait." Chen Yin stretched out his hand to stop him.

"Huh?" Ah Bin looked at him suspiciously, and then at Ah Xiu, but unfortunately Ah Xiu didn't know why Chen Yin stopped him.

"Here's for you." Chen Yin threw Abin a mountain knife, the shape of which was the famous Nepalese scimitar, which is commonly known as ******. Its shape is a pattern drawn by Chen Yin, created by a dwarf master, although it is not yet excellent, but it is much better than an ordinary mountain opening knife.

Abin found the difference when he received it, not only was it very comfortable to hold, but also the lower center of gravity was very good at chopping, and he couldn't help but admire: "Good thing......"

"I'm in!"

Saying that, Abin shouted, kicked open the wooden door of the guardhouse, and rushed into the dark "turret".

In Ah Xiu's worried gaze, Chen Yin also walked in.

As expected, there was no one in the guard, and nothing could be seen in the dark.

"Your Excellency, the upper floors are empty." Abin's voice came from above.

However, Ah Xiu, who had been nervous, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Although they had been seen by the slaves before, it was difficult for them to see who was coming from such a distance. And under normal circumstances, they won't tell the story of seeing outsiders, after all, there is an order from the general, and even if they really find someone, they will pretend not to see it in order to avoid suspicion.

And now that the others in the guard are not there, there is no possibility of breaking with the general for the time being.

However, Abin is completely different from Ah Xiu, waving his ****** excitedly, running up and down several times, as if he can't wait to find someone to cut twice.

Waiting for Abin to come down from the upstairs for the third time, he said to Chen Yin with a disappointed face: "I've looked for it, but there is really no one." ”

Chen Yin nodded, turned around and dragged the second master into the guard, and poured a basin of cold water on it.

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“…… Yes, your word is very figurative. Although Chen Yin did not say a certain word, the advantage of consciousness communication is that the meaning is understood, and there is no need for a low-level carrier such as language for secondary expression.

"But you're to the point at once, I've heard that in the beginning such a system was very fair, and even the president at that time - that is, the rank of a general, but the leader elected by us - even his ration was the same as everyone else's."

"But now the free distribution has died in name only, everyone has to go to the sea, and the rest of what they pick up can be exchanged for wood fungus with the farm in addition to paying taxes, and they have to be sent to the black mill to grind, and then they will be fed by the moths again."

"Doesn't anyone want to grow this wood fungus themselves?" Chen Yin was a little puzzled, it stands to reason that planting should be a skill for the poor to survive, but here everyone has become a waste picker.

"If we grow wood fungus without permission, we will be captured by the general's men, and even if we plant it, we will not be able to dry it ourselves-we have neither fire nor fuel--and naturally we will not be able to send it to the Black Mill, and the fresh wood fungus will be visible at a glance."

When Chen Yin walked through a field, reached out and knocked on the wood fungus outside the wooden fence, he silently withdrew the question of "what not to eat raw". Because wood fungus, like its name, is as hard as wood, and it can't be eaten without grinding into powder.

On the way to the guard before, Chen Yin suddenly felt very uncomfortable on his feet.

Also, I don't know how long I was soaked in seawater, but I didn't feel it at first, but after walking for ten minutes, I felt pain and swelling in my feet, so I tried to light a fire and roast my soaked feet.

But it was at this time that Chen Yin realized that although he was in the Black Forest, he couldn't find any fuel, and the pitch-black ebony was as untouchable as a stone. Fortunately, Chen Yin had stored some fuel, otherwise his boots would still be wet.

The thatched hut next to the guard seemed to be watched by someone, but it quickly shrank back and didn't move.

Ah Xiu saw that Chen Yin was interested in those houses, so he explained: "Don't worry about them, they are just slaves, and they have lived by serving this wood fungus field for generations." The Great Shogun had a rule that they were not allowed to contact and talk to people who were obscene and unexpected. It's all a bunch of poor people, let's not go over, you look at them more, they all have the potential to commit a crime and be killed by the guards. ”

“…… Food Control ...... Serfs in Tuntian? Chen Yin muttered to himself.

Seeing that Chen Yin had no intention of the past, Ah Xiu was also relieved.

"Are you talking about slaves? These guys are the least of the stuff! Bah! Abin spat disdainfully.

"Brother, don't say that, they are all people who have no freedom, and no matter what they do, they are forced to do it." Ah Xiu frowned, very dissatisfied with Ah Bin's attitude.

"At least they're well fed and have the strength to laugh at us." Abin didn't refute much, just whispered in a humming voice.

In fact, if there is nothing else, Chen Yin still wants to study the peculiar social form here. But in the end, it is the sense of responsibility that prevails over curiosity.

Chen Yin and the others were already less than 50 meters away from the outpost, but they still didn't see anyone, the wooden door of the outpost was closed, and it was dark inside, and there seemed to be no people.

He said before that there were at least three people in the guardhouse...... How doesn't this look like someone? Chen Yin knocked on the second master who was lying on the back of the chocobo and asked.

It seems that Chen Yin touched the wound knocked out by Abin before, and the second master in a coma twitched his legs and stomachs.

"Perhaps...... The people in the guard house also went down to collect taxes...... Ah Xiu hesitated, "After all, one guard will manage several villages......

In order to facilitate communication, as long as Abin is there, Ah Xiu will answer Chen Yin's questions with what he says. On the one hand, this can simplify her thinking, and it is not easy to maintain a soul connection while maintaining a connection with an chocobo.

On the other hand, she is also doing this to take care of Ah Bin, who can't join the soul link. In this way, Abin can hear her words, and probably be able to judge what she is talking about with Chen Yin.

"I'll go in and take a look!" Abin raised the firewood knife and volunteered.

"Wait." Chen Yin stretched out his hand to stop him.

"Huh?" Ah Bin looked at him suspiciously, and then at Ah Xiu, but unfortunately Ah Xiu didn't know why Chen Yin stopped him.

"Here's for you." Chen Yin threw Abin a mountain knife, the shape of which was the famous Nepalese scimitar, which is commonly known as ******. Its shape is a pattern drawn by Chen Yin, created by a dwarf master, although it is not yet excellent, but it is much better than an ordinary mountain opening knife.

Abin found the difference when he received it, not only was it very comfortable to hold, but also the lower center of gravity was very good at chopping, and he couldn't help but admire: "Good thing......"

"I'm in!"

Saying that, Abin shouted, kicked open the wooden door of the guardhouse, and rushed into the dark "turret".

In Ah Xiu's worried gaze, Chen Yin also walked in.

As expected, there was no one in the guard, and nothing could be seen in the dark.

"Your Excellency, the upper floors are empty." Abin's voice came from above.

However, Ah Xiu, who had been nervous, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Although they had been seen by the slaves before, it was difficult for them to see who was coming from such a distance. And under normal circumstances, they won't tell the story of seeing outsiders, after all, there is an order from the general, and even if they really find someone, they will pretend not to see it in order to avoid suspicion.

And now that the others in the guard are not there, there is no possibility of breaking with the general for the time being.

However, Abin is completely different from Ah Xiu, waving his ****** excitedly, running up and down several times, as if he can't wait to find someone to cut twice.

Waiting for Abin to come down from the upstairs for the third time, he said to Chen Yin with a disappointed face: "I've looked for it, but there is really no one." ”

Chen Yin nodded, turned around and dragged the second master into the guard, and poured a basin of cold water on it.

(To be continued.) )