Chapter 121: Chill

The discussion on the forum is also a bit intense; although the churches haven't had any conflicts recently, it is clear that the patrols of the War Church are becoming increasingly lax.

Because the price of Grain has risen in the city, and because they can no longer receive free food, everyone is going to the churches to find a way.

Of course, the nobles in the city have also begun to recruit a large number of farmers to cultivate land.

Tana City seems to have developed a subtle balance; in short, no one has to worry about the problem of eating anymore.

Mushang: I thought a lot of people would starve to death, but it turns out the churches are actually somewhat useful.

Daidaohaoren: You can't say it's all the churches' doing; Tana City was never short on Grain to begin with. The nobles hoarding Grain won't be able to sell it for a good price. After all, for the Royal Capital to be short on Grain, it would take at least a month or two, and there's no way these nobles could hold out that long.

Luolita: Anyway, cake will be cheaper to eat in the future, and Mengmeng and Mengmeng won't raise prices anymore, (*^▽^*)

Zhuguli: I can't afford cake in real life, and I'm almost unable to afford it in the game too. A heart of gratitude (`) heart-shaped gesture.

You'eryuan: It seems like the number of people in the entire Factory District has decreased. It is said that it's because many nobles want to open up Nongzhuang. Those Nongzhuang can rely on machines for harvesting, but currently, they cannot rely on machines for planting. I feel like we won't need to go chop trees ourselves in the future; we can go directly to harvest.

Zhongshan Laoren to You'eryuan: Thank you for the news you provided. We have already finished the kiln today, and we expect to produce the first batch of qualified charcoal tomorrow.

Daidaohaoren to Zhongshan Laoren: Giving you a like.

Laoliu: So that means there are a lot fewer factories in the Factory District?

Yunxiao to Laoliu: That is the current situation. Fred told me that some factory owners are mainly selling their factories to open up estates, and he is preparing to take over a Paint factory.

Laoliu to Yunxiao: Does the big boss want to invest money and start a fertilizer plant?

Zhongshan Laoren: Come to think of it, the estates here really don't use fertilizer. When I mentioned using wood ash, they didn't even know what it was, let alone using soaked beans to make nitrogen fertilizer. If you guys can really make it, I think it's doable.

Chen Zhi also didn't know what this guy Laoliu was thinking, actually wanting to go into business.

Could it be that he is already dissatisfied with the salary he is paid every day to test the screenshot function?

It seems this job will have to be handed over to newbies in the future, such as the task of each person testing one book.

Fortunately, there aren't many books left that need to be photographed now, so this job doesn't require Laoliu to do it every day; he just needs to set aside time to photograph newly published books and newspapers.

In the game, several time-zone-shifted players who have their days and nights reversed are patrolling outside the Coking Plant.

They don't need to worry about the Nongzhuang, because there are already some serfs hired to keep watch in the Nongzhuang.

But the Coking Plant is different; this place not only needs people to patrol, but also needs people to guard the kilns.

The current kilns are improved based on the original ones; they can not only burn charcoal but also fire bricks. The fired bricks can be used to build more kilns, and can also be used to build the Steel Plant.

In short, the players' train of thought is very simple: it's to smelt Steel, and then expand production.

Two players are looking at the kilns, wandering around somewhat absent-mindedly. Because the charcoal needs to be smothered, as long as there is still smoke coming out of the chimney, the two people's actual work is very dull and boring.

So one of the players said very idly: "How about we stop patrolling too? Who is even around here? We might as well sharpen our axes; they'll be useful for them tomorrow."

Far from the kilns, two Channeling masters exchanged glances and walked toward the Coking Plant.

Where there are people, there will naturally be food, and there will also be money.

Especially the nobles' estates; even a dilapidated estate would definitely be enough for the two sisters to find a decent house in the city and hide for a few months.

Being hunted, they haven't had much money on hand either. As Believers of the God of Death, they have hidden in Tana City a few times before, so it's not a problem.

The nobles don't even know their things are missing.

"I've asked the souls here; this area was just developed. I don't know what happened recently, but many nobles are cultivating wasteland around Tana City." The Channeling master doesn't even need to go outside to gather information to get information.

As long as you ask those souls in a place where no one is around, there will always be an answer.

The two sneaked to the vicinity of the house. The people here should all be serfs from the estate; everyone is sleeping very soundly, not even snoring.

If it weren't for the faint breathing sound from each person, they would even think these serfs were already dead.

Even when Rita, who was walking in front, accidentally made a sound, no one stirred.

It seems these serfs were truly too tired during the day. These black-hearted nobles, in short, are exploiting these poor people like this.

Lita, who was walking behind, still remembers that when the two of them came to Tana City the year before last, the estate they passed had many dead serfs, all because the estate owner suspected the serfs had stolen his things, so he starved these people to death.

I really don't understand how the nobles here can be so evil. Don't they know about creatures like evil spirits?

These corpses after death are never cremated either. Once an evil spirit appears... Lita shivered and leaned toward her sister's direction.

The swish-swish-swish sound of knife sharpening is quite conspicuous in the night. The two players are getting more and more enthusiastic, as if they have inexhaustible strength.

There was even one player who, after finishing sharpening, tried it out to see how effective it was at chopping wood.

Of course, the consequence was that he gave himself a blow in the dark, his entire stomach was torn open, and it looked like he was about to be done for.

"Ah!" Lita happened to see this scene. She felt that the person in front of her must be crazy, otherwise he wouldn't chop himself.

Could it be that an evil spirit possessed him?

The player sharpening the axe on the side was also completely confused, and the first thing he said was: "What the hell, Agou, what are you doing? Self-mutilation? Doesn't it hurt?"

"It doesn't really hurt that much, but I feel like I'm about to die." The player speaking didn't forget to stuff his intestines back into his stomach, "Do you think I'll be fine if I sew it up?"

"This is the first time I've heard of someone chopping themselves to death while chopping wood." Amao started stuffing the intestines back into his good brother's stomach, then looked around for anything that could stop the bleeding.

But where in this godforsaken place is there anything that can stop bleeding?

He even heard some strange sounds, as if it were a woman's voice.

No way, can there be ghosts in this game?

He knows that those players lying down were all online during the day and had their stamina maxed out; it is absolutely impossible for a female player to suddenly stand up and see this situation.

Looking again at the good brother lying on the ground, he felt a chill for no reason.

(End of this chapter)