Mingguang, the east gate.

Beneath the third wall, there is a rare crowd of people, as if celebrating some kind of festival.

Every year at the end of November, Mingguang has to stage such a scene.

The civilians in the lower city are looking forward to it, but for the people in the upper city and the outer city, the aunt who is about the same as Mingguang hurts all over her body.

According to the east gate of Shanhai Road, the rockery built by the Jiang family is higher than the top of the hill with three walls, and there is an antique pavilion.

Name: Wanghai.

The old house of the Jiang family is as immovable as a mountain, and the pavilion is as quiet as water.

Wen Chongjiu came here after returning from the small restaurant, and sat around the stone table with Wei Tianxing, Mo Hongniang and other five people to talk.

Gao Tie, Jiang Zhengyang, Zhao Zheng, Wei Qingyu, Leng Han and other juniors stood on the city wall and looked down.

Jiang Zixun, who accompanied him from the side, said,

"The gun built by the master is divided?"

High-speed rail nodded,

"100,000, a lot of handful."

Mo Hongniang smiled like a flower,

"It's really hard for the Gao family, and I have to work hard every few years."

The high-speed rail is still not smiling, "As a Mingguang person, contribute to Mingguang, it should be." ”

Wei Qingyu said suddenly,

"It's coming!"

And they all looked at the sea beneath the city.

I saw an infinite number of waves blooming on the surface of the black sinking sea, and streamlined figures broke through the water and jumped onto the shore.

Mo Hongniang rubbed her eyebrows after a few glances,

"Why are these things getting more and more every year?"

In an instant, these waves have covered every inch of the sea as far as the eye can see, densely packed.

Wen Zhongjiu is also smiling bitterly,

"It's a blessing or a curse... It's just that it smells a little bad. ”

It was nothing else that jumped out of the sea onto the beach, but penguins.

A cute penguin, obese penguin.

Perhaps the cataclysm changed their habits, but since then, the Mingguang coast, including the entire 500 kilometers of coastline nearby, has been the target of their migration and spawning.

Every year, these penguins land in Mingguang at the end of November and breed and lay eggs until four months later.

These penguins do not belong to any of the known species, zero-order low-level alien creatures, with little attack ability and extremely dead-eyed.

Isn't it said that penguins are prone to heat stroke when the temperature exceeds 16 degrees?

Mingguang maintains a high temperature of more than 20 degrees all year round, and the highest temperature can reach more than 40, what do you say you are doing in Mingguang? What are you doing!

Originally, Mingguang also regarded this group of little guys as mascots, and it was strictly forbidden to hunt and kill them privately.

In the first year, the number of penguins was only a few hundred, and under the protection of the garrison, hundreds of live penguins were taken away one by one.

By the following year, the number had grown to tens of thousands.

And in the third year, hundreds of thousands of penguins came to call friends.

In the fourth year,

Fifth year,

Sixth year...

The numbers have climbed to the point of destruction.

- Well, in fact, their droppings are enough to destroy the world.

Millions of penguins live on the coastline of Mingguang for four months, and how much droppings do they leave behind without a housekeeping company and a nanny?

I believe that even if the scientific research institute has the ability, it is very, very reluctant to count this number.

Every year from November to March 1 of the following year, the whole bright light is shrouded in a foul cloud of fermented penguin droppings.

The committee was stunned, the scientific research institute was stunned, and the garrison army was also stunned, but the poor people in the lower city laughed.

Those chubby little guys are full of high-grade protein under their thick fur!

Raw meat is not easy to preserve, we can still make bacon, we can also make jerky, and we can also boil oil...... As for the taste, no one cares about these details.

The civilians of the lower city only cared about one thing - meat to eat!

There are also zero-order low-level alien beast eggs that don't need money!

Mingguang's management is fed up with these uncontrollable numbers of penguins, and they are fed up with the dung heaps that are as high as a mountain.

Since a few years ago, the Gao family has taken on the responsibility of making ordinary firearms, manufacturing some non-source crystal weapons that have not been sold for many years, specifically to deal with these fat people who have become disasters.

After all, penguins are also low-level alien beasts, and even if they have no attack power, their strength is not trivial for ordinary people.

The limit of what the Gao family can bear is 100,000 muskets per year, which will be marked by the garrison and distributed to civilians participating in hunting operations in the lower city, and then recycled after the hunt is over, and returned to the Gao family for repair and reconstruction.

Every year, at least 20,000 to 30,000 people participate in this very bright and characteristic activity, and tens of thousands of penguins are hunted every day.

The killed penguins are skinned on the spot, soaked in seawater and hung to dry, and transported back to storage by their own families.

The penguin's fur is too thick to be suitable for the hot climate, and it is useless to rub a few pieces of rope except for a few pieces of rope.

Seeing a large number of penguins coming ashore, the crowd below was a sensation, and the crackling gunshots and shouts were endless.

Mo Hongniang looked at the sea from afar, and the corners of her mouth were trembling,

"There may be no less than 30 million penguins this year... It's mine... Oh my God..."

With 30 million penguins, the harvest period that has just begun in the black sea is over.

...

Below the red and fiery trance began to hunt, don't look at this group of penguins is simple and cute, after becoming a strange beast, the sensitivity on the shore is definitely not water-free at all.

Even with guns in hand, most people have difficulty hitting them.

"Bang, bang!"

At the front of the crowd, Qin Sheng, Hulu Wa, and Erhu took a few ignorant little girls.

Qin Sheng fired a shot, and he was very proud,

"Look at my shot, how about it, right in the eye socket, hahaha."

Erhu said angrily,

"That penguin was the first thing I saw!"

"Hey," Erhu disdained to reason with him, and said to Xiao Fang beside him,

"Xiaofang, what do you think of my marksmanship?"

Xiaofang is a quiet little girl, with two pigtails, big eyes and bright water.

"Brother Sheng is so good~!"

Qin Sheng's nosebleed was about to come down.

Waving hands,

"That, who's that, old roots! Go and pick up the master's loot! ”

"Huh."

A big man stood up, it was Secretary Qin's bodyguard for Qin Sheng.

There is only one seedling in the family, if there are three long and two short, won't he cry and be blind?

What penguins? Penguins don't either!

Lao Gen'er, a fourth-order master, was so aggrieved that he became Qin Sheng's number one bodyguard for Operation Penguin.

Lao Gen tucked the homework book in his waist,

"Young master, your psychology homework has been written."

Qin Sheng sighed,

"Okay, by the way, I also wrote Xiaofang, hmm... I'll tell my dad when I go back, Lao Gen'er, you're a good person, give you a salary increase, what's your deputy position, I think you can be corrected! ”

Lao Gen's honest face barely squeezed out a smile that was more ugly than crying,

"Thank you, young master."