Chapter 18: Golden Tana Newspaper

In Evans's view, the problems with these people were even greater.

Who refuses to rest and only knows how to work?

Could they really think they can harvest the entire Nongzhuang's land within three days?

Impossible; in the past, even a hundred serfs couldn't guarantee a harvest within a week, and with just this few people...

Three hours in, the players already had a clear division of labor; the farmland that originally required two people to harvest and one to organize had slowly turned into groups of four.

Not only had efficiency steadily improved, but the pace at which everyone harvested was becoming increasingly steady.

Could there actually be room for improvement?

It was obvious that the harvesting speed of these people was much faster than those serfs; if they could maintain this level of energy every day, perhaps they really could complete the task within three days.

This made Evans feel even more incredulous.

He had seen those corpses resurrect one by one; those guys with no heartbeats and no rising or falling chests had just slowly gained Wisdom.

They even started learning simple vocabulary as it approached mealtime.

For example, "yes," for example, "fast," for example, "good."

Soon, the second batch of labor was also transported over, and the late-night snacks at the Farm were ready to be distributed.

One couldn't just let people work without letting them eat.

Of course, one couldn't count on the guards to do the cooking; these guys had to find a way themselves.

Potatoes, carrots, some salt, plus some coarse wheat flour, and a small amount of lard.

That was the food for these guys.

But these guys clearly felt it wasn't enough; who knew where they had gotten vegetables from...

Some started making potato pancakes, some started stir-frying vegetables; although there weren't many ingredients, the color, aroma, and taste were truly not bad. These things really didn't seem like something that could be summoned by creatures like an Evil God.

Even the guys themselves felt it was miraculous, exclaiming with every bite they took.

Could it be that the problem lay in what they were eating?

Several guards had also eaten some, but there was absolutely no problem.

Clearly, this was definitely not the style of the Red Moon.

In other words, what Saina believed in was definitely not that notorious Red Moon Goddess.

This made Evans feel much more at ease.

If they were Believers of the Red Moon, the problem would be huge, and it would definitely not be something an Awakened like him could handle.

Everything was on the right track; at least after one night, Chen Zhi could look at the posts on the forum with relief.

Although there were still many opinions, at least no one had died.

In other words, he didn't need to waste time creating new characters.

And according to the players' reports, there hadn't been any supernatural problems at the Nongzhuang all night, as if the problems of the first day were just a coincidence.

If Chen Zhi had summoned these players a day later, perhaps they wouldn't have been wiped out on the first day.

At this time, some players had already logged on to meet the morning sun, even though it was the time when night fell in real life.

Zhuguli logged on almost exactly on time; he didn't want to delay his playtime. He had just hurriedly eaten a Sandwich and drank a glass of lemonade for dinner before rushing to put on his Helmet and log on.

It had to be said that the taste of the Sandwich and lemonade in the game was almost indistinguishable from real life.

In other words, this technology was truly epoch-making, allowing people to taste all kinds of delicacies in a virtual world.

From now on, Zhuguli would never have to worry about getting fat; he could just eat in the game whenever he wanted.

Arriving at the familiar station, Zhuguli already saw Forman complaining on the side.

"The people from the Golden Church are controlling the vehicles entering again. If you ask me, if something really happened, they should be checking the vehicles leaving; what does that have to do with the vehicles entering?" Forman complained, "Last night, the problem clearly happened in the direction of the warehouse. Picking on the Train at a time like this is just..."

"Keep your voice down, do you want to be taken away for questioning?" another foreman said with a dark face, "These parasites just want more money."

"Hmph, forcing us to use Gold Tana for settlement is already excessive enough." Forman grunted twice. He had enjoyed good service last night and was in a good mood, but this morning his good mood had been ruined again by the people from the Golden Church.

Those guys only had money in their eyes; they were all a bunch of parasites.

Yet, the noble lords only liked these parasites.

Turning around, he saw Zhuguli looking at him expectantly, walked over, and said, "Hey, brother, it looks like you came at a bad time today."

Zhuguli could only give the other person a questioning look; he really didn't know what had happened.

"Sigh, there was an explosion in the direction of the warehouse last night, but I heard it was because someone was performing an Evil God ritual, which is why the explosion occurred. Fortunately, it was far from our warehouse." Forman touched his chest as if praying, "Those people from the Golden Church have blocked the station, and we have to wait for them to finish checking the goods. I just don't know when it will end."

So that was it.

The worldview of this game was like this; working to earn money to live was only a very small part of it. What was truly important was that Tana City had to face the threat from the Evil God.

"Don't worry, just treat today as a holiday for yourself. You know there will definitely be a lot of work waiting for you to do tomorrow," Forman said apologetically.

It seemed there was no way to find work here today, but he could work on some handicrafts with those two players; he could log off in a while and ask.

So Zhuguli pointed to the axe Forman had hung outside the room.

"You want to borrow the axe?" Forman frowned, "You can, but you need to give me a deposit of twenty Gold Tana, otherwise I wouldn't dare lend it to you easily."

Although Zhuguli had performed well yesterday, borrowing things was a different matter.

Zhuguli nodded, took out the twenty Gold Tana left from yesterday, and handed it over.

"This is the axe, and I'll lend you this basket too. Remember to return it before dark tonight." Forman patted Zhuguli on the shoulder.

The incident at the train station also reached the ears of the people at the theater. As soon as they logged on, Chen Ai and Yezi, who were resting at the theater, heard the latest news.

It wasn't that the theater had the best information, but because the theater subscribed to the Golden Tana Newspaper of Tana City.

The newspaper clearly stated that someone had conducted an Evil God ritual at the train station, causing the trains outside to be unable to enter Tana City.

The people from the Golden Church were investigating the matter with all their might, and the War Church had condemned the incident.

The police are also fully cooperating with the people from the Golden Church.

Of course, the newspapers also expressed sympathy for those who lost their jobs because of this, though they could only express a little bit of sympathy.

(End of chapter)