Waste Strong Foundation

People of Ma Binghe's generation grew up in the most difficult period of New China. They have a refreshing chivalry in their bones. They wear a linen-colored short shirt and trousers, which are obviously the most common novice clothes. Sleeve Piao Piao has the temperament of a master in a decisive battle at the top of the Forbidden City.

Seeing that Fei Mingqiu ignored him, Ma Binghe was not annoyed, and asked the other players kindly: "Is this really Enpixi (NPC)?"

The player in night clothes rolled his eyes, "Master, look at the nickname on his head, can he still be a real person?"

Fei Mingqiu repeated his lines: "...Young brave man, I need your help with a small matter."

The player in night clothes interrupted him casually: "Okay, okay, I'm free, and I have a few buddies who can form a team."

Fei Mingqiu felt like he was being robbed, "Oh. The thing is like this..."

Ma Binghe stood by the side with a smile on his face and observed Fei Mingqiu's mission, "Deliberately avoid me. I don't think it's fake."

A player submitted a task and planned to go offline. After listening to it, he stood silly and asked casually:

"Master, how old are you?"

Ma Binghe is about to retire, and he still likes to deal with young people. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "How old do you think I am?"

Player: "Fifty? How did you get the game quota? Still, you still have such an image. Fei Mingqiu must be an NPC. Master, don't look at him as a real person. Sometimes he talks about online vocabulary and international news. That incomprehensible dazed reaction is by no means fake."

Ma Binghe let out a melodious voice, looked at the busy players under the city wall with a smile, "Thank you for teaching me."

"Hey, it's okay, I think of my grandpa."

"Do you young people find this game fun?"

"It's fun! Just focus on the immersion, this light, this water, play for six hours a day, and the remaining eighteen hours is really uncomfortable."

"Wow, so obsessed? I heard that you can play while asleep? Have you tried it? Has it affected your body? Have you gone to the hospital for a physical examination?"

The player was stunned, feeling that this old gentleman was not a normal player, but rather a rigid patriarch who specialized in Internet addiction, and was speechless for a long time.

Ma Binghe can make his way in the academic world where good and bad people are mixed, and under normal circumstances, his IQ and EQ are first-class.

Seeing the young man folded his arms with a vigilant look on his face, he immediately changed his tone and apologized, without any pretensions of an academic bigwig.

Fei Mingqiu turned his back to Ma Binghe to inspect the quality of the city wall, and at the same time distractedly listened to the old man's weeping explanation in Mandarin with an accent:

"This spot was originally drawn by my grandson. He liked it very much. On the night of winning the prize, he posted it on Moments and went out to celebrate with his friends. Alas, he was hit by a heavy truck while crossing the road. Now he is not very conscious. Sober. Although the children and grandchildren have their own blessings, the child has been unable to wake up, and the family is crazy. As for me, I want to see how this game is, can I..."

The more Fei Mingqiu heard it, the more strange he became, and he ruthlessly interrupted the tearful progress bar of the gathered players, "Can you do me a favor?"

Ma Binghe stood with his hands behind his back, as if an old fox had succeeded in tricking him, "Me?"

Fei Mingqiu: "."

……

The two walked and chatted along the path of fir trees planted around the city wall.

From the eyes of other players, it seemed that the old player who was out of place triggered a mysterious hidden task, and it was another screenshot.

"These trees were not planted very well, and a dozen of them failed to survive. Young brave—cough, can you help me replant them."

"Okay. Metasequoia grows fast. Remember to cut off the excess branches and leaves before transplanting. If the weather is not cold, you must water it enough."

"That's right. Is there such a wide row between each tree?"

"It's almost the same. Metasequoia can be cut down for furniture after a few years. You don't need to leave too much space. Be careful that the roots are deep and difficult to dig."

Fei Mingqiu took it for granted, and listened to it silently, inappropriately recalling Ma Binghe's early experience as an educated youth feeding pigs and picking manure in rural Inner Mongolia.

About farming, the novel is written lightly and warmly, but in fact, whoever farms knows.

If a person works in the field with 360 degrees for five days, his waist cannot be straightened, and his hands are covered with blood blisters, can the farmhouse still be "happy"?

The players of "Waste" are mainly post-[-] and post-[-]. If you open a map, it will basically be the flowers of the motherland regardless of grains.

In addition, the major premise of the agricultural knowledge of the Aphrodite system carried by Alpha is industrialized full-machine production.

Therefore, it was rare to meet a "farmer uncle" who became a monk on the way. Although Fei Mingqiu did not want to have too much contact with him, he still felt that Ma Binghe's suggestion was of great reference value.

Ma Binghe is still not used to the "game", and said with emotion: "How can we old guys want to make a set of technology like this. You are the new hope for the future. It's just that I can't figure out how to apply such an important technology. In the game?"

Fei Mingqiu frowned without leaving a trace.

He twisted his cuffs, and when he turned his face to the side, his expression was light and calm, "What are you talking about? I didn't hear clearly."

Ma Binghe winked at a certain player hiding in the grass in the distance, and said unhurriedly: "I watched all of your live broadcasts, Mr. Fei, the chief planner...is it you? Don't rush to deny it, Now that we can enter this game, you can also create characters to guide and maintain order. The reason why you created two languages ​​is to increase your sense of 'not real', right?"

Fei Mingqiu kicked away the pebbles on the dirt road, "What are you talking about? I didn't hear clearly."

This sentence is a line he discussed with Shang Yuan, and it is used to avoid the questions raised by the players related to the real world.

Ma Binghe: "Then why do you have to look at me? When I said my grandson had a car accident? Hehe, you know me?"

Fei Mingqiu had noticed the players in the grass long ago, glanced at the identity information displayed on the wrist watch quietly, and continued to repeat his lines.

"Stop pretending! You, you just say how can you speak Mandarin? No matter how advanced artificial intelligence is, it can't be said that you are so fluent."

"...Dear Brave, Mandarin is one of the common languages ​​of this game. If you have any questions, please email the operator."

"No, child, your surname is Fei. I opened the window to tell you that there are many people with the surname Fei in my hometown. Are you Chinese?"

"I am Fei Mingqiu, a priest from the depths of the universe. Due to an accident, our spaceship ran out of energy ahead of time, so we made an emergency landing on Earth."

No oil and salt.

alien?

Ha, I'm also the Ottoman of Nebula M78.

Although China has developed rapidly and well in recent decades, it is still a few hundred years away from the whole universe speaking Chinese, right?

Ma Binghe was a little anxious, so he let out a hey, ran up to Fei Mingqiu in small steps with his hips crossed, and looked at him on tiptoe in a funny posture.

Fei Mingqiu pursed his lips to hold back a smile, but couldn't help it, and burst out laughing.

Ma Binghe's backbone is both chivalrous and gangster, and he must reap rewards if he loses face, so he hurriedly greeted the grass: "Little Shi!"

Xiao Shi, a young researcher who was entrusted with an important task by the research institute, got up with hands and feet, and surrounded Fei Mingqiu with Ma Binghe on the left and right.

Fei Mingqiu glanced at the two of them indifferently, "Young or old brave, what's the matter?"

Little Shi squeaked and said, "Mr. Ma, you see, I've been 'lurking' for several days. This is really an NPC! It's not like a living person."

Ma Binghe didn't believe it, "What's different? He talked back and forth with me, and he also had expressions. Look at him, he's making me old!"

Xiao Shi was very soft-spoken in the research institute, so he had to coax the big bosses who had been invited: "You are a real person, and the data written by a programmer like Fei Mingqiu is more real. I wrote a report last week, and the learning of these NPCs The system is very mature, have you chatted with him for almost half an hour? How can he not know your age——uh, it’s nothing, you will always be a young scholar of the Institute of Antiquity!"

"I was originally. It was stipulated by the state." Ma Binghe wanted to get a closer look at Fei Mingqiu's face, but his brain waves were restrained by it, so he couldn't get close at all, so that he felt that there was an invisible wall in front of him, and he sighed reluctantly: " Is this what you call an air wall?"

Xiao Shi: "Yes, "Trash" is a game. You think, there may be no behavior restrictions in the game, we can't touch the main line NPC."

Ma Binghe wiped his face, "I have the cheek to make up a story about my grandson's car accident. This tip, ah, he clearly glanced at me. I have never married a wife or had children in my whole life. The young students don't know me, or... eh."

"It's okay. They didn't expect that an old man like you would pay attention to a holographic game, and they were so lucky that they won the first draw."

Ma Binghe waved his hands, lost his temper, and said modestly: "That's not true, it was my cat who pressed the mouse, and I got its light, hehe."

Xiao Shi was in a complicated and awkward mood, and he choked out two words for a long time: "Hehe."

Fei Mingqiu followed with a sigh.

He probably won't read Ma Binghe's works for a long time.

How should I put it, the old man is quite... lively at an early age, and he is far from the image of a master who is eloquent in every word in the paper.

To Fei Mingqiu's surprise, shortly after Ma Binghe and Xiao Shi went offline, the official mailbox of "Trash" received an encrypted email.

"Happy Chinese New Year! The VR equipment production line is about to be auctioned, sincerely Jiawei will get a VIP invitation letter (love)"

After decoding, Shang Yuan skillfully logged into the background of the official website and blocked ten accounts that persisted in uploading long text pictures.

Hearing the knock on the door, he put out half a cigarette, thought for a while, reached out to grab the crumpled pajamas, and replied hoarsely: "Come in."

The lights in the room were not turned on, and Fei Mingqiu tripped over a book of poems, and the moment he raised his eyes, a gust of heat rushed straight to his cheeks.

Fei Mingqiu silently said "color is emptiness" and turned away his face slowly, and said seriously; "You said this email is to send warmth or to check the water meter."

Shang Yuan was only halfway through his clothes, smelling the wet aroma of the young man after bathing, his jaw line tightened suddenly, "What do you think it is?"

"That's, that's of course—" Fei Mingqiu babbled nonsense, his ears felt faintly hot, and suddenly a big hand rubbed his hair.

Shang Yuan: "Fei Mingqiu."

His enunciation is clear and calm, but it is easy to make the listener feel frightened and suspect that there is a special meaning hidden in it.

Fei Mingqiu lowered his head, grabbed a random book and put it on his lap, "Hey, what novel? Is it good? Let me see—"

[I would like to dedicate this book to my neighbor, my friend, my beloved Shi Rong and]

In the dark, only the screen glows brightly.

Fei Mingqiu closed his poetry collection, his lips were as red as blood, he hesitated to speak.

He remembered that the author of this book was male, and so was Shi Rong.