A flat wilderness, crossed by a small river flowing from south to north.
On the east side of the river embankment lies a small village.
The village is very dilapidated, with mostly mud houses, which are old-style houses made of yellow mud piled up, dried and built into walls, with wooden beams erected on top.
A group of children were running down the river embankment, shouting and yelling through the village, and bursts of old people's shouts could be heard behind them.
Among them, there was a child in the middle. He was handsome and ran happily with the children.
I don’t know how much time had passed, but suddenly the village entrance became noisy, and a group of people gathered around to make trouble.
"If we don't move, we won't move. Why should our village be destroyed?" A group of strong men were shouting around, holding shovels and wooden sticks.
"What's going on?" The children naturally didn't know the importance. They only knew that there was something fun to watch, so they gathered around one by one.
Soon a leading older child understood something and turned back to talk to the children:
"Coal will be dug in the mines, and our village will be dug up."
"We will have no land to farm and no house to live in..."
"What should I do?"
"Are we all going to be homeless like Ningzi in the future?"
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"Ah..." Fang Ning woke up from her sleep and sat on the Simmons bed in the lounge, her eyes dull, like a fool.
"Uh, rich man, what's wrong with you?" the uncle asked with concern.
Fang Ning kept his eyes still and said slowly: "I had a nightmare."
"Oh, that's it. No wonder your thoughts were chaotic and illogical just now. It turns out you were dreaming." The uncle said assuredly.
"Damn it, I'm going to sleep, and you still want to peek into my thoughts?" Fang Ning was speechless.
"Of course, don't you know that there are many monsters and ghosts that are best at dreaming? For example, the nightmare demon that was destroyed a long, long time ago." The uncle said confidently.
Fang Ning had nothing to say, and his heart felt a little empty at this moment.
Since practicing, he has not had a dream for a long time.
"Are we really going to be homeless?" He murmured to himself.
After signing the contract between gods and men, there are still thirty years before migration.
When he was awake, he wasn't so affected that he even wanted to sleep around.
However, after falling into the dream, he realized that deep down in his heart, he actually did not want to accept this reality.
"What are you talking nonsense about? We don't have to move. That Moon Goddess is sensible and made concessions. Otherwise, I will never let her go." The uncle said angrily.
"Oh, that's true. But if there are only a few cultivators left on this planet, can it still be called a home?"
Fang Ning recalled the scene in his dream, the empty and dilapidated house. He would rather go to the street and hang out with the children than stay at home.
"You're in a very low mood. It's really rare. What did you dream about?" The uncle was very curious.
"It's okay, I decided to work hard. There are still thirty years, so if we fight hard, we may not necessarily lose!" He gritted his teeth.
System prompt: (The system starts to check the host’s spirit.
The system finds that the host is in the hyperactive phase.
The host's mental state is normal. )
Fang Ning was immediately speechless: "You are really worried."
"Nonsense, it used to be just monsters and monsters, but now even the gods have begun to take action themselves. Of course I have to pay attention to them all the time, lest they start with you. Then I'm not doomed?" The uncle said plausibly.
Fang Ning had nothing to say in reply, so she could only bow her head and say, "Thank you for your concern, uncle."
Then he got up quickly and ran to the system Internet cafe.
"Damn it, you've only been handsome for three seconds, and you just swore an oath and you went to play again?" the uncle said angrily.
"Don't accuse someone's innocence out of thin air. I haven't turned on my computer yet." Fang Ning retorted as he turned on the computer.
It only took 5 seconds for the computer to start up. This is the benefit of top-level configuration. It can actually be started in seconds. Who makes Fang Ning lazy to clean up the program...
After turning on the computer, Fang Ning did not open the game directory, let alone the novel directory, but opened the "work" disk.
A dazzling array of documents.
"Shenyuan three-year summary report—Zheng Dao."
"A summary of the progress of medicinal planting in Zhengqi City - Tom Tiger."
“Recommendations for key development projects in the next phase—Dragon Carp.”
"Research and analysis on several key nodes of recursive growth - Xue Ba."
"The solution to the large number of deficits that have appeared in the industry recently - Zheng Dao."
Each "unread" mark is bright red and dazzling.
"Well, look at you, how lazy are you? These are all documents from last year, and you haven't read them yet." The uncle said angrily.
"Oh, I said it was last year, but it was just a few days ago. Don't exaggerate." Fang Ning argued forcefully.
Then he began to read the documents carefully.
Time passed unconsciously.
He stretched and continued to read many documents without saying a word.
With his current brain power and his experience in the world, it is not difficult to sort out the context and grasp the key points.
After all, he is not a young man just starting out. He has many years of work experience and has traveled around with his uncle. He has seen a lot. After practicing, his brain power has greatly increased, and processing these documents is not a problem.
After all, what is involved is not technical difficulties, but some choices and judgments.
It is impossible to leave these choices to outsiders, or to hire a military adviser to assist.
Because the ultimate purpose of selection is to enhance the power of the system, not anything else.
The system cannot be known to outsiders.
Fang Ning gave instructions one by one, gathering all the opinions in his heart.
He knew very well that the focus of everything was to speed up the planting of medicinal materials, the refining of elixirs, and finally cultivate more powerful evil spirits to bring more experience value to the uncle.
He, who fully understands the true meaning of gold-based online games, understands a truth.
"Don't ask me about the magic horse strategy. If you can't beat it, just recharge."
The ultimate goal of all work is to recharge the system master.
"Hey, you really impress me. Are you really enlightened?" the uncle said in disbelief, with a tone like the sun rising from the west.
"I don't want to talk. Only action can prove everything. Silence is the greatest power." Fang Ning said calmly.
"Oh, you are still pretending." The uncle said thoughtfully.
"..." Fang Ning didn't bother to argue, and just continued to review the documents and organize his efforts.
Some time ago, he proposed a recursive growth plan, which has now been implemented.
But as Zheng Dao said early on, it brought about a huge deficit problem.
Although he has said that a balance must be maintained between reinvestment and sales, maintaining a balance is not an easy task. Otherwise, there would not have been so many financial bankruptcies.
Now he has to find a way to solve this problem.
The introduction of cheap labor is inevitable.
"Now it seems that the best way is to ask the guy in black robe for help." Fang Ning gave instructions in the document.