What would you do if you found yourself a npc?
A group of foreigners came to our village and went to the village chief to take the task.
“See? The old man has a yellow circle in his head. I’m sorry.
Yellow circle? I stare at my eyes so hard that they fall out.
The village chief has a yellow circle?
Where? I can’t see!
Our village is nothing special. We live in a total of 10 families. The village has no name.
However, everyone who comes and comes calls it the “Silent Village”.
I’ve asked the village chief why they call this the Sindh Village.
The old village chief stood under the tree with crutches and smiled all over his face: “Because we were waiting for the village, that’s why we’re calling it the village.” I’m sorry.
I nod my head, I see.
It is true that the old village chief, who always stands under a tree, whether it is wind or rain, heat or cold.
We never saw him eat, and he had a son and a daughter-in-law in his house, but they did not know to call him back and watched his old father get tired day and night, and they stayed in the house.
His son was always walking around the door like an untidy chicken. His daughter-in-law always cooks in the kitchen, even in the middle of the night.
I mean, this family is not normal.
The old village chief poked him there, and from time to time someone came looking for him, all from outside.
They’re acting weird, day and night, sometimes in a hive, and they can’t predict.
They’re all wearing the same clothes, like they’re in uniform. I’ve been meaning to ask where to get one.
They found the old village chief, who would have each of them kill five boars and five wolves.
According to my observation, the old village chief will give them ten coins.
I wonder how many wild boars and wolves are there? I never heard howl anyway.
Besides, where did the old village chief get the money? Ten for each and ten for half a piece of silver.
I’ve counted. He’s got to get out a couple bucks a day! That’s rich.
Then I figured out, “I haven’t even seen the body of a pig killed by a foreigner. It must have been sold for money by the old village chief.”
I can’t believe this old man, rich man, won’t even fix a road for the village.
If I’m as rich as he is, I’m not like him.
On that day, I sat at the door of my home, and a stranger came by to look at me and ask him: “Are these not on mission?” I’m sorry.
He asked him, “What’s your first game?” You need to find the guy with the yellow circle on his head. I’m sorry.
I waited half a day.
Game, I understand.
Wong, I know what color it is.
Circle, I know.
Mission, I understand.
But who would put a yellow circle over his head? I’ve never seen a psycho like that before.
“See?” The old man has a yellow circle in his head. I’m sorry.
“Oh, oh, oh! See. I’m sorry.
I stare at my eyes so hard that they fall out.
The village chief has a yellow circle?
Where is it? I can’t see it!
I found that all the foreigners could see the round of the head of the village. It’s horrible.
It’s like a sign, it’s like a landmark. They’re all here.
People with yellow circles give them “tasks,” what they do, like they don’t. Like the old village chief, let them fight the boars and kill the wolves.
They don’t ask questions about such a dangerous job.
On that day, there were a few more gentle beautiful sisters who had been around the village for half a day, like looking for the old village chief.
I’ve been thinking about something lately. Now’s a good chance to prove it!
I pulled a yellow circle from the bottom of the stool — I carved it with a little plank and painted it.
Then I put this on my head and stood at the village entrance.
I can’t believe it! They’re coming!
“How come all of a sudden you paint your mission here?” I’m sorry.
“Maybe it was just a game card. I’m sorry.
Well… after all these years, I’ve never seen a pretty girl at close range. This yellow circle is amazing!
“What is the mission?” Did this, uh, Chelsea come out of Baggow? I’m sorry.
They say strange things. I don’t understand any of them.
But I know, they’re all “tasks.” These guys are hardworking. They’re looking for work as soon as they come to our village.
We learned from the old village chief, saying, “Go to the back and beat five boars and five wolves.” I’m sorry.
The girls didn’t ask a question. They’re pretty, they’re pretty, they’re pretty good, they’re pretty.
I looked at the bodies piled up in the hills, and I couldn’t help it.
And the ladies asked, “What then?” What are you doing?”
I said, “Do anything? I’m sorry.
The beauty nods her head: I’m sorry.
I looked at the beautiful woman.
We said, “I never ate meat. I want to eat pork.” I’m sorry.
They say they’re too low to cook.
I don’t understand.
They’re all talking about, um, Chelsea and Baggow, all weird words I can’t understand.
But this is not important. I told them I just wanted to eat pork.
They immediately found a rescuer, a lovely little girl who was too short to jump on my knees.
This little girl has a trick, she sets up a boiler, blinks and turns the boar into sausage.
No one in the village has ever seen this.
The women gave me sausages, they didn’t even leave them. I was so embarrassed to ask them to eat together, and they shook their heads and said it was useless to eat without blood.
It’s weird… meat, it’s good, it’s good. It’s not cinnamon.
The little girl who cooks said, “How did this change?” It wasn’t like that before. I’m sorry.
To thank them for cooking me, I skinned them. They were happy to go.
A little while ago, there was another outing.
As long as I have this yellow circle on my head and the outsiders go into the village, they all go straight to me and find me a job.
I filled my stomach and thought I’d let them do something. And suddenly I looked at the clouds from afar, and it was about to rain.
I turn my head to my little room, “Major, help me put up the roof, okay? I’m sorry.
If they don’t say anything, don’t say anything about the roof, and replace me with a solid beam.
My family is poor, nothing. How can I thank you?
If I want to go, I’ll cut the wolf’s flesh and split the sausages. Tell them to take it. They won’t move.
These guys, weird, they don’t like the good stuff, but they’re staring at the sticks that I used to use to beams, like they’re thinking.
I said yes, take it. I don’t need it.
“Oh, my God! We’ve finally delivered our weapons! That’s a good change of mission! I’m sorry.
I sleep so well every night since I hit the house.
The outsiders helped fix the sheds in the backyard, and even my chickens started laying eggs.
With so many eggs, I can’t eat all by myself, and it’s not long before I hatched a chicken. A hairy, yellow one, looking cute.
But they’re so noisy, they make me insomnia again.
I’m going to ask the foreigners if they want it. I’ll sell them.
The other day, when I saw the natives coming, I took a yellow circle and sold my chicken.
I don’t really want to charge them more. I don’t want money if I want to take the chicken.
I didn’t think a foreigner was excited to hear I was selling chickens.
The outsiders shouted — although I don’t know why he was yelling at a strange brick.
He cried out: “Come on!” He’s selling pets! I’m sorry.
All of a sudden, a group of people from abroad crossed the border like locusts and came to the village, almost levelling down the dirt road in the pit.
What are these people doing here? Looks like they’re all trying to buy my dick.
And the one with the head asked, “How will this chicken be sold?” I’m sorry.
I’d like to sell eight cents of copper.
We said, “Eight—Ah, sneeze! “I’m sorry, chicken hairs in the nostrils. It tickles. I sneeze.
That’s when the foreigners blew up the pot.
Eight thousand? I’m sorry.
No, no, no. How could it be so expensive? I’m not a robber.
I was just going to explain, it’s eight. But before I had time to speak, the foreigners couldn’t hold it.
“Early 8,000? Oh, my God! I’m sorry.
What game are you talking about? Eight thousand chickens?
“Yeah! Free pets! I’m sorry.
Wait… not free, money, eight.
By the way, are you out-of-town people keeping chickens as pets?
“Last month at the mall, I opened a hundred! There’s no pets left. There’s only a bunch of eggs. I’m sorry.
Huh? Where did you say you sold what?
The pills are good. If you can’t use them, can you sell them to me?
“Did you change plans lately? Looks like we didn’t spray them for nothing. I’m sorry.
What’s a toilet painting? Whose house is hanging in a toilet?
I don’t understand. My head hurts.
The foreigner in front threw a bag of money at my feet.
The bag was too heavy, and the floor was shaking.
“Here, 8,000. He said he took a chick from the basket.
He asked me, “Can I get another one?” I’m sorry.
I’m holding that chick. On the count of one, there are only 20 chicks in the basket, and it’s not enough to split each of them.
And We shook their heads: “There is only one of them. It’s more fair, I wonder.
But as soon as I heard it, the foreigners pulled out their weapons and turned their swords against each other!
You scared me! Scared me to step back.
“Shit! I said the dog game wasn’t so nice! I’m sorry.
“Twenty full?
“It must be rare, after all, for a free pet of 8,000 coins. I’m sorry.
This little girl… do you want to hear yourself?
I’ve charged you $8,000. How come it’s still free?
They fight and fight to get my dick first.
To be honest, I found out I didn’t understand the outsiders.
It’s been a long time.
I looked back and looked at the chicken collar. The old hen’s in a puddle. He’ll probably hatch a few more in two days.
I saw the bag again.
The foreigners are weird. They like chicks so much? I’m willing to pay 8,000 for chickens. The foreigners are rich.
I don’t know. It’s just a little tweaked.
Forget it, no money.
I told them, “There are only 20 today, but there will be more in two days. The hens are trying to hatch their eggs.” I’m sorry.
They’re not fighting, they’re yelling at me.
“Only time, not time? You fucking said so! What kind of mission guide is that? I’m sorry.
Who could have thought of that? I made a fortune selling chickens.
The copper is in silver, the silver is in gold, the gold is in the cellar, and I sleep on it every night. What do you think?
I expanded the backyard, raised a lot of chickens, and called a few people in the village to give them money and help me work.
I’m ashamed that there are too many people in our village.
Like the tigers and the Junkos. They never tille, play chess all day.
And they’re just staring at the board and not moving them. God knows when they’ll be next.
I’ll go over there and tell them to stop playing chess. Help me. Make money.
They don’t seem interested in making money, but they’re here to help me. The villagers are still kind.
The foreigner who came to buy chickens saw them helping me.
“I’ll go? Did the plan really reset Shintomura? I’m sorry.
I asked them to help me with the chicken hut and then to take the sheep and sell it to the old Chang in the east.
Old Zhang has a grandson. Well, speaking of his grandson, I have to tell you something.
This old Chang lives east with his grandson.
On the west side of the village, there’s a little kid who’s not in charge.
The boy looks just like the grandson of Zhang!
I mean, these kids must be twins. But I asked the old boss, didn’t I? He didn’t admit it.
Even if he does not admit it, he is lying. But I understand, who has no secrets? Maybe there’s something to it.
I just think that the kid was left out there and nobody was talking to him.
Then one day, I passed by a foreigner, and I heard him looking at a kid digging mud and saying,
“This game is so lazy, it’s all the same little, uh, modeling. I’m sorry.
The old man doesn’t buy my sheep, I’m sad.
I don’t want to lose this sheep. It’s been with me for so long.
But I’ve changed the sheep’s collar to chicken’s. I can’t keep it.
I walk the sheep, I walk to the kid who digs the mud.
I said, “What’s your name? I’m sorry.
Children shake their heads: “I don’t know. I’m sorry.
I’ve heard it, but it’s not good to know where this big boy is.
This village has no name. How can this kid have no name?
Well, he can’t spend his whole life playing mud.
Our village is as poor as I am. I’ve never studied, I don’t know a few words, I don’t even know what the outsiders say.
The harder I think about it, the harder it gets.
If you’re alive, you have to do something.
I figured it out. I’m different now. I’m rich!
I was thinking that the money had to be used to do something, and the village could not remain poor forever. I have to be rich and rich.
It’s a question of how. These days, looking at that muddled kid, I’ve got to think or learn.
The other day, I stopped a foreigner: “Girl, have you ever been to a private? I’m sorry.
A girl smiles like a peach flower. She said, “No, but I went to college. I’m sorry.
What is college? The foreign people call it something different.
And We begged her: “I have never been to school, girl, but I want to build a private in the village.” I’m sorry.
At once, the girl was nervous and she looked up, and she said, “Put a bag.” I’m sorry.
I nod my head: “Yes, girl, don’t worry. I don’t want you to pay, I’ll pay myself.” But I don’t know what it looks like. I’d like to ask you for more guidance. I’m sorry.
The girl was screaming, I was stupid.
She does not know how to say, “I tell you!” I set off a covert mission for the village! I’m sorry.
The girl was so excited, she was so excited, so straight, she came up and asked me, “What’s the job reward?” I’m sorry.
My sheep holler. I look at its black bean eyes and think it’s talking to me and saying it likes the girl.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know you. But if you can’t go with someone else, it’s up to you.
You’re so skinny, I guess I don’t want you.
And I told the girl: “I give you money. This sheep, too.”
The girl started laughing and almost fainted.
And she cried, “This is a hidden task for riding.” I’m sorry.
The natives are weird, but they’re all very good.
Like the girl who helped me build my own house, looking at the slender, but the truth is great.
She’s good at dancing. Two half-rounded double-edged blades when dancing can kill invisible.
And We watched her dance with intoxication that day, and as soon as we saw her, she was cut into wood, all together.
The girl seemed weak, and in fact she could build a house on her own. The whole process would take two days or even two.
I’m a big man. I don’t want to just stand there and ask for something.
I helped her move the big stones to the place where I built the private property, so I moved a car. She’s already got 10 cars.
I asked her how it was done.
She said, “Well, just put it in the backpack bar. I’m Kryptonian. I have a big backpack. I’m sorry.
All right. It’s another foreign trick I can’t understand.
As has been said before, in faraway places, people can do what we little people cannot.
It’s probably these guys.
I’m in a bad mood when I’m done with my private property and I’m looking at the aerobics I’ve never seen before.
I want to laugh and cry. Jeez, this thing is complicated.
I gave the girl thirty gold bars. My way of living, it’s enough for me to spend my whole life.
But the girl doesn’t seem to appreciate the money. She stares at my sheep.
Well, yes, I remember. I took the sheep to her.
Sheep… you’re lucky to be with such a beautiful girl.
I want to be a sheep in my next life.
There’s a hyena, where is the teacher?
But the chief of the old village was to guard the tree and refused to do the work of the teacher.
I couldn’t help but stand at the village entrance against my yellow little board.
Not for long, someone’s coming. I’ll get up there and wait for them to come at me.
This time, two young men, one with a big axe and one with a long gun.
It’s okay. I’m used to it. I’m not afraid.
The two of them went away and talked about something.
And he said, “Some of us who stood up in the village and painted a hidden task, and took a ride.” I’m sorry.
Another cynic: “I’m going to go … It’s a lot less likely to trigger.” I’m sorry.
“That’s too low. This game’s been running for 10 years, for the first time! I’m sorry.
And the one who drew the knife said, “We can only run on the ground, and the one who is hidden is a goat who can ignore the earth, and it can climb.” I’m sorry.
I don’t understand, but I can guess they’re talking about my sheep.
Let me see… This foreigner isn’t very familiar.
Goats, goats, of course he can climb!
I’m holding a wooden card. I’m asking the outsiders to teach the kids.
They said, “What do you teach?” I’m sorry.
Nor did I study, except to say, “Let you two meet.” I’m sorry.
I thought they were going to talk about four books and five books, and they told me that they only taught to collect, cook, make and fish.
No, why is it all this? That’s not what I meant.
I thought they could teach children to read and read and learn the ancient classics. As a result, they also seem to have no knowledge of them.
Forget it, it’s covered. It can’t be empty. I’ll ask them to teach the kids.
It’s more fun than going to school. Kids are happy.
I’ve been thinking for a while about how to thank these outcasts.
Pay up, they’re not responding.
As I have long observed, foreigners do not have too much desire for money, and they like strange things.
So I was ready this time, and I asked the village chief’s son to crush the silver sun, make a small square of about two inches of light, and carve it with the words “Peach Li is in the sky” and give it to them as a small gesture.
The two of you get this little silver brand and you’re happy.
One of them said, “I still wonder what this mission will deliver.” I’m sorry.
Great, they’re happy. I was afraid they wouldn’t come.
Another man shouted, “Come to the village! Classes for the kids! I’m sorry.
Huh? I found something wrong.
He only heard the man continue to shout, “The class will give a special name.” I’m sorry.
I didn’t think this little brand was as attractive as my dick.
There are no more teachers in the village, to be honest, teachers are a little oversupplied.
These people dragged their children to school day and night, they couldn’t even go home, they couldn’t eat anything hot, which was called a converse.
It’s hard to learn, but it’s too hard.
What I did not realize, however, was that the children had nothing to complain about, and that they had listened tirelessly and demonstrated a keen desire for knowledge.
They’re the ones who dig the mud. They’re so full of energy.
The kid the old boss wouldn’t recognize, I named him “Boo”.
I don’t have any culture. I thought it was twins.
I thought I’d change my kid’s clothes.
I’m going to find the aunt who lives next door. She has a sewing machine in her house. I’ve never seen her step on that thing, but if she does, she’ll definitely use it.
I’ve got the money. I’d like to ask her to put on a whole new dress.
“This thing can’t make clothes, you have to give me another dress.” I’m sorry.
She pointed out that there was a little man under the tree who was talking to the village chief.
The shape of the diaspora varies greatly, from a mountain-like man to a midget that only reaches my calf.
“That man’s clothes can. “Among us.”
What am I supposed to do if I can just go get my clothes?
I wonder if Auntie would like a cloth.
I tore the sheets off and she shook her head.
I took my old clothes… and so on, I didn’t have any old clothes. My closet is a setup. There’s nothing there.
And suddenly I realized that I was like that kid, and my heart was in pain, like a sting.
For the clothes, I had to return to the yellow wooden medals, go to the little people from the country and ask them to give me something they didn’t want.
The little man was very generous. He gave me a full set of hats and pants and shoes.
I gave these to my aunt, who finally moved. She sat in front of the sewing machine and started working.
Her move… it’s amazing, it smells like a foreigner, it’s fast, it’s hard to see.
And as soon as I blinked, she put on that gray dress.
For turning blue?
Are you a sewing machine or a big dye?
Two is wearing new clothes, blue.
He was so blue from head to toe, he was like a poison mushroom. Looks like it’s got some eyes…
I still can’t figure out how she did it with a sewing machine.
The next day, Bi went to class in that suit, which caused a huge shock.
All the teachers who came to teach were shocked.
“Is that little, um, cheesy color? I’m sorry.
“Yes. A midget said yesterday that there’s a um, Chewie in the village where it can dye. I’m sorry.
“Really? It’s 500 bucks for dye in the mall. This dog game is human again? I’m sorry.
“It’s like 8th brother, because there’s no warning, but if you go to that um, Chessie, she can dye it for you. I’m sorry.
They seem to be talking about my aunt.
By the way, Auntie is not from the village. Somehow she suddenly moved into the house next door with her sewing machine.
She’s a lonely old lady, but by the way… who’s not alone in this little village?
The head of the village who stood by the old tree, the two who had only dug the mud and me who lived with a flock of cattle.
From that day on, my aunt’s house was closed.
I think, at least after that, she won’t be alone anymore.
For days, the village was filled with foreigners looking for aunt.
It’s for them that aunty stepped on the sewing machine.
I heard a lot of talk from outside.
“The dog game was detected with a dye system. As a result, the system was cancelled when it was officially online, as the dog had planned to find out that the dye sold was making a lot of money. I’m sorry.
“I’ve played intel! At the time, this woman was the hm, the one who turned on the dyed system, and she was full of fancy fashions, and she had several versions! She runs a big dye shop, and it’s long gone. I didn’t think I was planning to change her clothes and throw them at Sindh Village. I didn’t recognize either. I’m sorry.
What’s that? I don’t understand.
What I understand is, Auntie used to be so cool and her own big dye shop!
I was just wondering, what kind of officers are they? How big is he?
These days, the times have changed, the positions have changed. I don’t know any of those stupid names.
I’d like to know why the plan was to devolve my aunt to our village.
What did she do?
I’ll talk to Auntie Wang in the dark.
I asked her where she used to live and why she came to us.
And she looked at the moon, hidden behind a thin cloud, and suddenly she smiled: “Alas! I’m sorry.
That’s a reason. I don’t know if I’d be able to tear a scar or not.
And behold, she beholdeth me, and shineth in her eyes, and her eye shall be weeping: “Thank you so much that I thought that I would never be able to do this again.” I’m sorry.
I can’t stand it. I asked her to work. Why would she thank me?
I told Auntie Wang not to say that. I’m a neighbor.
But she shook her head bitterly, hard to thank me over and over again. It’s as if you’re going to spit it out with this “thank you” sound.
Thanks to the wealthy and friendly foreigners, she earned money. I’m not the only one in this village.
It is my firm belief that, with their hard-working hands, all of us will eventually be able to live as well as those of the diaspora.
Sooner or later.
Although there were only two students, they were better than the teachers, and they were usually 10 students who lectured to two children.
I found out that as long as they were given animals that could ride, they were willing to help with heavy work. For example, building a house.
My sheep are gone, and there’s a cow, a skinny horse and a mule left in the village.
mules, grinding — but nobody throws anything in there.
Cows, arable land — but it’s a waste of spring and summer.
As for the skinny horse, it was the horse of the old village chief, who was old and could fall down in a chair, not to mention riding.
The horse, born to run, has never run.
I bought all three of these animals out of my own pocket.
The cow, I promised to give a handsome boy. That’s the one. He said he’d seen her before.
If he had to build me a big dye shop. It’s bigger and better than the old one.
And I chose a good place for the dyed plant, and it was built down the river, and it was a beautiful mountain.
I didn’t tell her anything.
I think she’ll be happy when she sees it.
I’d like to let my aunt know that there’s a big dye shop in our village, and there’s no need to be sad about what’s been lost.
The big dye shop was built soon.
That day, the sky was clear, the wind was warm, the morning was clear.
I’m happy to go to my aunt, and before I go in, I rub my face and try to hide my smile.
I’m all set. I told you I found something weird by the river.
She’d be so happy to see me build her a big dye shop.
I can’t help but think of her laughing.
All right, go find Aunt Wang!
I crossed the threshold, walked through the humble yard and stood at the door and cried, “Ambassah! I’m sorry.
That’s weird. Nobody’s answering me.
What happened? Why is there no one here today?
The foreigners are gone and the aunt is gone.
I’ve been looking all over the village and I’m three feet away.
But I still can’t find my aunt. Where the hell is she?
I sat in front of my aunt’s house and wanted to wait for her to come back.
Come back quickly.
There’s a big water truck in that dye shop. She must have seen it first.
When the sun came up and fell, she was left empty at home, with a single sewing machine.
The foreigners aren’t here anymore.
Only that morning, a foreigner turned around in front of Wang’s aunt’s house and asked his companion: “I have heard that the village can dye, where is it?”
His companion shakes his head and tells him he’s late: “That’s a pagoda. It’s fixed. It’s gone. I’m sorry.
I went up there and asked them, what was Bagg? Your aunt is so big! She’s not Bagg! She’s human!
The people of the diaspora seem to be completely deaf to my words, shaking their heads and leaving with regret.
This is not the first time.
I was going to ask them, “Well, what’s a toilet painting?”
They’re all deaf and dumb. They use me as air. They don’t even slash their eyes.
I can only understand that, perhaps, the diaspora has a particular faith and that there are topics that cannot be explained to outsiders.
I sat in front of Auntie Wang for a long time.
But in the end, she didn’t come back.
On the day I waited for my aunt, I put two other houses in exchange for mules and the horse of the village chief.
A station has been built.
One, a grocery store.
I wonder how many more people have come to our place.
There is hope for development in the village when there are more people. I want more foreigners to come to our village.
People have to have a place to spend when they have money, and the grocery store is what I need.
That day, I was at the station drinking tea, and suddenly I heard a familiar voice.
“Huh! I’m sorry.
Goat! It’s my sheep!
I looked back — I saw three men on my sheep’s back.
The one sitting in the middle was the beauty who took her.
She’s got a little man in front of her, and a man who can kick me to death.
The beauty and the dwarf said, “This is what triggered the cover-up. I thought at first that it would be a one-man ride, and then I realized that it would be an upgrade, and that it would be a three-man ride as long as it fed it. I’m sorry.
Bullshit! How can we feed the sheep?
Can’t even ride like that!
My sheep! You’re exhausted! Your life is so bitter!
That pretty girl is a snake!
Ugh, life, bitter. But learning to have fun in pain is life.
As I wish, after the construction of the station, many new people have arrived. This was handed over to the son and daughter-in-law of the village chief, who had full authority.
The grocery store was handed over to the old boss to help with the supervision.
Our village is getting richer and we don’t have people to feed.
And thanks to the fact that they’re transporting all kinds of goods, there’s more and more to be bought in groceries, and I always like to go around.
Our village, with a huge wasteland behind it, has been uncultivated and I will not plant it myself.
After consulting with the old village chief, we decided to rent out the wasteland and hand it over to the wise foreigners.
The rents received are paid to the village and then distributed uniformly.
It was unexpected that on the day when the land was registered for rental, our village was almost flattened by a mad influx of foreigners.
There are so many people, so much more than I thought, I thought there was nothing left to ask for.
And then people were fighting and yelling…
“It’s been all these years! The capital system is finally down! I’m sorry.
Well, I wonder if I’ve had a chance to understand what I’ve been saying in my life.
I planned 10 fields. How can that be? I’ll have to split it up a little bit. I’ll tear 10 fields to 100.
In the interests of fairness, I have decided to use the drawing of lots to determine who to rent.
If the smokers leave behind for half a month, the land will be taken over by the village to find its owner.
For a long time, the land was rented, and I was tired of taking off a skin, and I earned it, and I had a good place to return to.
Beautiful small houses have been built on the wasteland, which has been reclaimed into arable land.
Someone built the small house, then demolished the land, then pushed the house…
It’s true that foreigners are rich, talented and experienced. It’s particularly upsetting.
The village has changed so much that I see a lot more smile on the faces of the villagers.
The old village chief remained under the tree and told those who had come to find him the task of killing five boars and five wolves.
I asked the village chief why he let the outsiders do this?
The old village chief told me, “I was commissioned to do this. I’m sorry.
I asked, “Who?”
Who’s so bad? Tell an old man to stand under a tree and do his work!
I had no idea I heard that name from the old village chief’s mouth — the toilet painting.
The old village chief said it was the toilet painting that told him to stand here and direct the outsiders to the next town to find someone.
He corrected me, not the toilet painting, but the plan.
I don’t know why … I hear this, I’m cold, I’m shaking, and my head is burning.
I asked, “Who planned this?” I’m sorry.
The old village chief snobbed, and the beard of the white flowers shivered. He looked up and looked at the sky, “Yeah, who is it?” I’m sorry.
The old village chief said he had no idea who planned it. All he knows is that those people are plotting.
It turns out that the plan wasn’t a man, it was a group.
I don’t know how to read minds. I can’t tell if his words are true.
I asked the rest of the village to ask questions, and anyone else knew about the plan. And then everybody shakes their heads with me.
In the process, another discovery that shocked me — they don’t remember the aunt.
They said that the house beside me was empty, with only one sewing machine, and no one had ever been there.
If it wasn’t for the foreigners who occasionally mentioned dyeing, I’d think I was crazy.
Well, for a while, I had nightmares.
I dreamt that I’d just disappeared like my aunt, just like the water, just for a short time.
And then everybody forgot about me.
When I disappeared, I was floating in the sky, like a ghost, watching as the prosperity of the village faded.
In the end, the village became the same as the original poor.
There was no money. Now there’s money and there’s as much trouble as there is money.
Just as I was most lost, I met a special foreigner.
He had two strange symbols on his head, white and glowing.
I’ll show you, long like this — GM.
The foreigner is not interested in the chickens that are being sold, he is passing by his own eyes, and he is not concerned about the fields that are being looted by madness.
He’s so glamorous, he wears clothes I’ve never seen before. I was thinking, maybe he’s divine.
It’s a great miracle coming straight at me.
The fairies looked at me, then raised their hands and pulled them in the air, and then began to whisper their tongues and made a scornful laugh. I’m sorry.
“Ahhh…” He groaned like he saw half the show and thought it wasn’t very good.
“Oh, that’s the way it’s all been. How can those idiots be so stupid that they want to cut me? I’m sorry.
I went to my yellow card and asked him, “Who are you?” I’m sorry.
The fairies laughed and touched my head.
“Good boy, I’m your father. I’m sorry.
I always thought I was an orphan without a father or a mother.
That’s why the old village chief mentioned him when he said something.
But I turned around and said I shouldn’t trust a stranger who can’t prove he’s my father.
And I asked him, “My life has been a mystery. He said, “How can I remember the last ten years?” I’m sorry.
Even though I don’t know my birthday, isn’t he full of shit?
I’m a 7-foot man. How can I be 10?
And… this foreigner, so young, if he were my father…
I said, “How old are you?” I’m sorry.
“35,” said the natives, “In our business this is the age of imminent unemployment.” I’m sorry.
I resisted the urge to turn my eyes.
How can my father be so young?
I can’t believe I’ve heard him here.
But I got up and grabbed him and said, “Where is my mother if you’re my father?” I’m sorry.
It’s like stabbing him in the pain, and it hurts him.
And the people of the land said, with their breasts in their mouths, “We never had a girl, we were all male.” I worked a lot of overtime, left me alone until now. I’m sorry.
I get it: “I don’t have a mother. What about me coming out of a rock?” I’m sorry.
“You don’t have a mother,” he patted on my shoulder, “but besides me, you’re not alone. I’m sorry.
It’s even more ridiculous… and regardless of who Cheng Xue or Miyuki are, let’s say how a few men have children.
I don’t know where this foreign man called Planner is right now.
Even if he were a god, he would be a bad one.
Because he makes me feel like I’m crawling. It’s uncomfortable.
I ran away from him on the pretext of something. Go away for three steps, I look back, and see him look at me, and blink.
I’ve always been open to people from outside the country, appreciating their wisdom, hard work and bravery, and their genres and grotesque thoughts. I’ve never been hostile in the countryside.
But today, I never want to see him again.
There are many undesired things in life.
I’ve seen that plan a lot since that day. I’m so scared of what’s coming.
He’s not easy, too. There’s a lot of things he can’t talk about.
He seems to be our founding man. But now they’re older than they are younger than they are.
The emperor moved his mind, and he knew it.
I brought wealth to the village, and it was only when the Emperor sent him to visit our village that I saw him.
He said he was glad to see me as a fool.
‘Cause when I was born, I was a retard, the “human retard,” and he and I were talking about these four words.
What do you mean?
Men are men and women, regardless of their parent.
He said that the Emperor had spent so much money on my birth that, unfortunately, for five or six years, I was still retarded.
Jesus Christ… I spent three years and six months in my mother’s womb.
His Majesty was angry and hated him, after all.
“I didn’t think you’d do it! * He slaps me in the back and there’s tears flashing in his eyes *
He’s making a big deal out of me, making a little bit of a waver, wondering if he’s my real dad.
The plan said he had not told the Emperor about the village to protect me.
He told me a lot of things, to be honest, I don’t get it, but, as far as I can tell, it’s kind of–
This small country is no longer a year. The soldiers and the people have gone to other countries.
The population has fallen sharply, the public treasury has been in short supply and, for a long time, the country will not be strong.
When I heard this, I had a little hope in my heart and immediately asked him, “Did my aunt go to another country? I’m sorry.
He didn’t even know her, so I told her the story.
After listening to me, he was dumb, silent for a long time, as if he were conceiting.
Nor did We hasten him to see the sun and the moon rising.
And when the moon star was short, he suddenly asked me to wait.
“I’ll get your aunt back. I’m sorry.
I choked my face and was afraid of dreaming.
I’m begging him, we don’t lie to good people, we don’t lie.
The plan didn’t take my word for it. It just disappeared.
This is often the case with the foreigners, who sometimes appear at the village entrance in a “single” and call it “transmission”.
I mean, why are they so attached to those cows and horses?
Horses can’t walk far all night, and they can’t walk far.
I’d have to…
Huh? It has to be…
I can’t. I can’t.
I’d say I had to go see another village. But where can I go?
I don’t even know the way out of the village.
I was born in this village and grew up with it. I’m the frog at the bottom of the well, and even if the bottom of the well opens more flowers, it doesn’t change the fact that I’m the bottom frog.
I was excited and scared to realize that.
I’m not sure if I want to leave the village because I don’t want to, or because of other feelings.
But I want to move.
I’d like to go see what people from abroad have seen.
The plan didn’t lie to me, and that night, my aunt sat in her room, and I was at the door, and I couldn’t see her coming in.
Just like when she disappeared, she suddenly returned.
“Did you see my sewing machine?” I’m sorry.
Her sewing machine is missing.
As if she didn’t know she had been gone for days, she said she had been here all along, and the sewing machine was gone.
The aunt said that without a sewing machine she would no longer be able to dye clothes.
I told her it’s okay.
“What’s the matter? I’m alive to dye everyone’s clothes. I’m glad to see you all dressed up. I’m sorry.
I lighted a lamp and led her out to the house and to the river.
In the dark of the night, the dyed shop and the water truck were like two giant beasts on their faces. But I’m not afraid, and so is my aunt.
My aunt is still crying, but this time I can see it.
Although she lost the sewing machine, her big dye shop came back.
As I anticipated, the big dye shop was a good business, and the aunt was busy day and night.
But no matter how much the aunts work for them, the foreigners are not as happy as before.
I listened to them the other day.
“Did you read the bulletin board? I’m sorry.
“Look. Sooner or later, no surprise. I’m sorry.
I said, “This dog game must be getting cold, that’s why it’s been so good lately. I’m sorry.
“When will you stop? Did you say the exact date?”
“Next month, 30 days. I’m sorry.
I’ve been used to strange talk from outside, but I’ve never been so upset.
Even I am confused.
From their words, I smell an extremely strange thing.
It was supposed to be connected to everyone, but I always felt that it was far away from me.
It’s as far as it’s ever going to collapse, and it’s not my concern.
This thing is called Death.
I had a lot to ask him.
Like what?
I went to check out the bulletin boards of the outsiders. I couldn’t find them. I think only he can answer my questions.
Thirty days, and every day I write it down.
The day my wall was filled with six words, nothing happened.
I wonder if I’ve been tricked by foreigners.
If it’s true, it means I’m dead.
But I don’t think it’s as simple as it seems to look at the village’s out-of-town people.
That day, I sat at the station and drank tea without my little sign.
But there was a pretty girl who came straight towards me and sat across the street.
She said hello to me, smiled so nicely, she laughed like March spring water, so much weed and itchy.
Normally, if I didn’t wear that little wooden card, I wouldn’t have any outsiders to talk to.
She’s the only one.
The exception always means some fate, and I can’t help but imagine.
It’s not good to sit down like this. I’d like to take the initiative and ask the girl’s name.
And she said, “Don’t you recognize me?” I was planning. I’m sorry.
I sip hot tea on her face.
I’m sorry I couldn’t stand it.
The girl didn’t know anything, and I sprayed a cup of tea, and she was all right, and I said, “That’s what she is.”
She used someone else’s identity to meet me earlier.
I don’t get it: “Are you a man or a woman?” I’m sorry.
“It’s because it’s a man, it’s a woman. Her attitude, like expressing a certain position.
But none of this matters.
“Tomorrow is over.” I’m sorry.
I asked, “Is the pause over? I’m sorry.
She laughs at me and I know a lot.
No, I don’t know anything. I’m afraid of dying.
The villagers have had a good life, we haven’t had a few days. I don’t want to die so soon.
She told me she didn’t know what would happen when it was over and whether I would die.
And plotted to comfort me with kindness: “Maybe you will not die.” I feel like you’re not all gonna die. I’m sorry.
I’m sorry, I couldn’t even look outside and go to another village.
Why haven’t I thought about going out before? I’m sorry I had to get my guts blue.
I was a long way from death, and if I left in time, I might have gone to a lot of places, and I could have saved a thick book.
I’d like to ask her to take me out.
But she told me with regret that she had never been to a place where it could not be transmitted or brought.
I learned that I was interested in the world outside the village and planned to give me something.
That’s a map.
On this map, our village is an almost invisible spot.
On the east side of the village, there is a small town, which appears to be the closest to the village.
“How am I supposed to get there? I’m sorry.
From the map, there are two rivers and three mountains between the village and the town.
“Yeah. “and planned to shoot her own leg, and her smile sent out an inexplicable light, which was not visible to the naked eye, but felt with the heart.
She taught me one thing: “Every man on an adventure begins with two legs. I’m sorry.
She said I could.
On this road, can I take a step closer to the world of the outsiders?
Walking through the towns on the map, do I understand the language of the outsiders?
It’s disturbing to know if we can finish this trip.
The plan told me a secret before I said goodbye.
Here, she said, 24 sun rises and moon rises are a real day.
It’s the first time I’ve heard of it.
“Road, I showed you. It’s up to you. I’m sorry.
The plan says, “It’s useless to look around the village.” I’m sorry.
She whispered to me that the name was “The Village of Enlightenment” – the village of the Enlightener, which symbolized the new life.
After these words, she left in silence, like a breeze through the hall.
I think maybe this is not goodbye.
Somewhere else, maybe we’ll see each other again.
Twenty-first sunset.
On these days, I told me about the plan and told the rest of the village exactly what it was. But they don’t seem to care much. Life goes on the same way.
I’m the only one scared. I’m so out of line.
I’ve been wondering if it’s time to stay in the village and wait for the end.
In that case, at least not alone, not too lonely.
Twenty-second sunset.
I finally decided to bet on it.
I’ve never done anything wrong in my life, and if it’s the end, it’s the end of it.
At least I’ll die on a brand-new road.
If I hadn’t died, I would have seen the world for myself, and when I saw them next, they would have been shocked.
And then I will speak with them, and speak with them, without fear, that I will not understand them.
The sun rose and the moon set for the twenty-third time, and we and the people of the village said goodbye.
I was told to come back.
I’ll be back.
Just as soon as I get back.
Twenty-fourth day.
I’m on my back, I’m on my feet, I’m at the village entrance.
I looked back to the village, and the morning was light and it was asleep.
It’s not gonna die, I’m so sure.
Because it is so glamorous in the light that it spreads its life.
One day I’ll come back here.
That’s it. I’m heading towards sunrise.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
