After confirming his guess, Bai Fan said goodbye to the woman, walked around the village, and took a general look at the situation of the village, before returning to the room where the village chief was.

"The village chief."

"Oh? But have you found your father? ”

"Not yet, but I just saw in the village that everyone is using saltpeter to soak iron wire bamboo wire, dare to ask what is the purchase price of this iron wire bamboo wire? If we had enough to eat, my father and I wouldn't have to go into the mountains all day. ”

This time, there was no text prompt, and Bai Fan could only follow his ideas and compile it according to the background information given by the secret realm before.

Hearing Bai Fan's thoughts, the village chief was stunned, and then shook his head.

"Young man, the production of iron wire and bamboo wire is very troublesome, and the purchase price is only fifteen copper coins, and of these fifteen copper coins, there are ten copper coins to be distributed to the craftsman who has slice the iron wire and bamboo wire from the bamboo pole.

Because it is a matter of one person who can handle the iron wire and bamboo silk, but only two people in the village can make the bamboo pole into bamboo silk.

If we can feed our whole family with this, why should the men in our village go hunting in the mountains as well? ”

"Then, village chief, can I learn the technique of cutting wire bamboo into wire?"

If this is also the rule of the game, in Bai Fan's opinion, a piece of iron wire and bamboo wire is probably a novice task, right?

Sure enough, after Bai Fan asked, the village chief did not refuse, but enthusiastically dragged Bai Fan to the craftsman's house to study.

"Clematis is only available near us, and if you learn it, then our whole village will thank you."

As soon as the village chief said this, Bai Fan understood the background set by the secret realm for this village.

Wire bamboo silk is probably a specialty of this 'small mountain' village, so the village chief doesn't mind others learning how to piece bamboo silk, anyway, people who can piece bamboo silk will definitely not handle the bamboo silk themselves, or have to hand it over to the villagers.

The village chief led Bai Fan to the door of a house next door.

"This is Lao Zhong's home, and the other person who can make bamboo silk is his son.

It's not that he is reluctant to teach, the main thing is that compared to going out to hunt, it takes too long to practice this, everyone is poor, and it is not necessarily guaranteed that his own baby will be able to practice, the result is that now only Lao Zhong and his son can piece bamboo silk. ”

As if worried that Bai Fan would misunderstand, the village chief also specially explained to Lao Zhong.

When the village chief brought Bai Fan in, Lao Zhong was working, and he was sitting in the middle of the courtyard, with a large pile of bamboo poles next to him.

He was very focused, and Bai Fan and the village chief came in without even raising their heads.

Bai Fan didn't speak, just stood quietly and watched.

Lao Zhong grasped a bamboo pole with one hand, pinched a narrow blade with the other, aimed at the head of the bamboo pole, pulled it down, and a long bamboo wire was pieced out.

To the naked eye, bamboo silk looks like a translucent silk thread, but now the hardness of bamboo silk is much higher than that of ordinary silk thread, and it needs to be treated before it can be called iron wire bamboo wire.

I didn't see Lao Zhong's hand stop, knife by knife, and completely slice the main trunk, leaving only the green and white bamboo meat inside, then he raised his head and nodded at the village chief, which was regarded as a greeting.

Bai Fan didn't care about Lao Zhong and didn't pay attention to himself.

Now, he is carefully recalling the movements of his hands when the old clock was slicing bamboo before.

It seems that the bamboo silk is made with the right hand holding the knife, but in fact, the movement of the right hand is minimal, and the main movement is actually the left hand holding the bamboo.

With the bonus of skill experience, the process of the old bell piece bamboo is like a decomposition tutorial in slow motion, which is presented in Bai Fan's mind little by little, and his hands are also subconsciously imitated.

The village chief was about to open his mouth to introduce Bai Fan to Lao Zhong, but saw Lao Zhong stretch out his hand and gesture, signaling him not to make a sound, and then stretched out his hand and pointed at Bai Fan beside him.

Only then did the village chief notice that Bai Fan was standing in place, constantly gesturing.

After waiting for nearly ten minutes, Bai Fan finally recovered from that state, and looked at the village chief and Lao Zhong apologetically.

"I'm sorry, I was a little fascinated just now."

Seeing that Bai Fan had recovered, Lao Zhong directly picked up a piece of bamboo in his hand and handed it to Bai Fan along with the knife in his hand.

"Try?"

"Good!"

Nodding seriously, Bai Fan took the bamboo in Lao Zhong's hand, sat directly on the ground, and began to imitate.

The first cut, failure.

The second knife, failed.

It wasn't until the fourteenth knife that Bai Fan finally slice a qualified bamboo wire, thin enough and long enough.

The fifteenth knife, failure.

The sixteenth knife, success.

After that, Bai Fan didn't fail again.

A bamboo of the same thickness, the old bell pieced out forty-two bamboo filaments, Bai Fan made a total of thirty-one cuts, failed fourteen times, and succeeded seventeen times.

"You've practiced before!"

Looking at Bai Fan's growth rate, Lao Zhong said with certainty, and Bai Fan did not refute it.

"I haven't practiced this, but I used to use a knife to cut wood as a trap."

What was given to Bai Fan was only theoretical knowledge and skills, but Bai Fan's body did not fully master these skills.

However, it is much better than the state of 'eyes: understand, brain: I will, hands: you do it', because those skills Bai Fan really knows and understands.

After a short attempt, he integrated this technique, and even in the later stage, Bai Fan's technique was no worse than the old bell that had been slicing bamboo for decades.

But Bai Fan felt that this was not his limit, and he could do better.

Thinking of this, Bai Fan took another piece of bamboo and began to piece bamboo silk.

And this time, for one piece of bamboo, Bai Fan slice fifty-one bamboo filaments, which has exceeded the data of the old clock, but the time consumption is about the same as the old clock, which is also about half an hour.

Seeing this, the village chief's excitement because Bai Fan could really piece bamboo silk was cold again.

With such skills in his twenties, if he stayed in their village to have a piece of bamboo silk, the village chief felt that he could not live with his conscience.

"You, young man, at the beginning of next month is the selection of the apprentices of the organ master in Dashan City, why don't you give it a try? I feel like you can. ”

Hearing the words of the village chief, Bai Fan's automatic brain supplement system prompted him to complete the novice task and accept the prompt sound of the next round of tasks.

"Then thank you to the village chief. In the past few days, I have been in the village to familiarize myself with the techniques, and I have asked the village chief and Master Zhong for more guidance. ”

In the dimension, there is no such thing as material processing.

Not to mention wood or bamboo, even if it is ore, there is no such thing as purification.

What quality is dug out, and what quality is it in the end, just put it in the skill column.

Bai Fan felt that he might be able to take advantage of the past few days to get his hands on how to deal with iron wire and bamboo wire, which should also be a hidden secret reward.

There's no hint in the secret realm, but it should solidify into a skill when you get out of the secret realm, right?

It was just a guess, but it didn't prevent Bai Fan from trying.

Thinking of this, Bai Fan looked at the system time and once again chose to quit the secret realm.

After Bai Fan chose to withdraw from the secret realm, he saw that the village chief and the old bell characters suddenly froze, the white fog appeared and dissipated, and Bai Fan looked at the system time for the first time.

In the secret realm, Bai Fan spent a total of five hours and twenty minutes, that is, three hundred and twenty minutes, but the time in the dimension was only thirty-two minutes.

Although he already knew the answer, Bai Fan still chose to go offline to confirm the time.

However, thinking that he suddenly went offline in the middle of the night, Zhang Qing also went offline because he was worried about him, so Bai Fan sent a message to Zhang Qing first.

[Gongziyu: I'll go to the bathroom offline. 】

The real time is 2:12 a.m.

"The speed of time is really different, the speed of time in the secret realm is about ten times that of the actual one, so the dimensional game is actually another plane, and the secret realm in the dimension is the real virtual reality, so there will be inconsistencies in the flow of time?"

According to Bai Fan's existing knowledge, he could only make such a guess.

Bai Fan felt that this was a good thing for him.

At present, the only skills that have been embodied are machine manufacturing and cooking.

Cooking skills can usually be familiarized with by cooking, but in addition to cutting a crossbow-shaped wood on the same day, I haven't had time to master it since.

Take advantage of the opportunity of the secret realm, no matter what rewards you can get in the end, at least you can be more proficient in manufacturing mechanism parts, and you can try to reproduce the mechanism in the game into reality in the future.

Those mechanisms, if they were directly manifested, would be a bit of a waste of energy.

Who knows, as soon as Bai Fan went online, he received a message from Zhang Qing.

[Designer Qingtian: Do you boys go to the bathroom so quickly? 】

……

How did Bai Fan explain that he just came back after taking a look at the time?

If Zhang Qing asks again, you boys still go to the bathroom regularly, Bai Fan feels that his image is completely gone.

Therefore, Bai Fan chose to ignore it and pretended not to see it.

Next, it was four hours until dawn, and forty hours in the secret realm.

On the first day of entering the secret realm, it was not yet dark, Bai Fan relied on a large amount of bamboo silk from his own piece to successfully obtain the steps of iron wire bamboo silk processing, and inquired from the village chief about the use of this kind of bamboo silk.

The treated bamboo silk is not invaded by water and fire, and the general sharp blade can not cause damage, because of the smell produced by saltpeter polishing and soaking, it can also play a mosquito effect, so it is often woven into a silk surface to act as a surgical organ, or to protect key parts.

If you don't think the taste is too big, or you are willing to spend more time to taste the bamboo silk, you can also mix other materials to make bamboo silk soft armor that people wear.

As for the father who was lost in the mountains, the village chief didn't mention it, and Bai Fan didn't mention it either.

In addition, Bai Fan found that he was sleepy in the secret realm, what is this, sleeping in a dream?

Although he did not have a negative state such as 'fatigue', Bai Fan could clearly feel that his reflexes and concentration began to decline significantly, and finally he could only go to sleep.

Leaving the secret realm will stop time in the secret realm, and you will have to sleep sooner or later anyway.

The men who had gone hunting in the mountains also returned to the village one after another, discussing their harvest loudly.

And just tonight, a group of five people came from outside the village.

The five people came from the Zhao family in the nearby mountain city, and the Wang family, who bought the iron wire and bamboo wire from the small mountain village, were competitors.

Either all the iron wire and bamboo silk produced in the village will be sold to them, or they will kill all the people in this village, in short, they will cut off the Wang family's financial route.

As a result, before the five of them could reach the small mountain village, they encountered a somewhat boring 'wind' outside the village.

"Huh? Trap Beast? ”

After the leader saw the wind, he looked around and saw that there was no figure around, and directly stretched out his hand to greet the four subordinates, preparing to restrain this trap beast, take off its energy core, and turn around, whether he kept it for himself or sold it.

Then, there is no then.

The battle was over the moment they decided to make a move, and the men didn't even get a second slap on the face, they just lay straight on the ground.

Seeing that they were lying on the ground silent, the wind ran to them very curiously, and slapped a paw on the leader's straddle.

"Huh?"

Feng clearly felt that the feel of these people seemed to be different from last time?

Why did it deflat, and it's still slimy?

After trying back and forth a few times, he found that they still hadn't turned into light, and the wind was no longer interested, so he found the creek he found before to wash his paws.

As a result, early the next morning, Bai Fan was woken up by a sound outside the house.

When I came to the door, I found the village chief and the villagers with solemn faces.

"Village Chief, what is this?"

"It may be that the beast in the mountain has come out, and I originally wanted you to set off in two days, but now it seems that you should set off today, don't delay the trip because of the beast."

Hearing the words of the village chief, Bai Fan subconsciously thought of a certain book he had read before, or some plots in it.

The village encounters a wild beast, and then the protagonist stands up to protect the village, and then the village chief gratitates his great kindness and gives the protagonist the treasures that have been passed down in the village for generations, and some even give them to his daughter.

Although the village chief does not have a daughter at present, this does not prevent Bai Fan from preparing to take on this task.

With the wind as a force to bear, Bai Fan was not worried about this kind of task that required force value, and firmly stated that he would protect the village.

"No, this beast is too ferocious.

We don't want to go out of the village these days, just stay in the village to deal with the wire and bamboo wire, there is no food nearby, and the wild beasts will naturally leave if they can't find food.

When the Wang family comes to buy the bamboo silk, if the beast hasn't left, then spend money on them to kill the beast. ”

Not only the village chief is persuading, but other villagers are also persuading Bai Fan.

And when he heard the villagers' descriptions of the dead outside the village, Bai Fan suddenly thought of a possibility.

In addition to face-to-face communication, within a certain range, Bai Fan can have a direct dialogue through the spiritual link with the wind.

'Did you meet someone yesterday?' ’

Feng gave Bai Fan an affirmative answer.

Just wanted to ask if Feng had killed them, but after thinking about it, Bai Fan changed his question.

'Have they become light?' ’

Feeling the loss and doubt in the emotions transmitted by the wind, Bai Fan blinked, chose to accept the kindness of the villagers, and went to Dashan City in advance.

These five people should be a plot, but now that they have been 'terminated early' by the wind, it is unlikely that there will be other plots in terms of time, and Bai Fan will naturally not continue to stay in the small mountain village.

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