On the mind, Lin San wine is no better than a gift bag; however, since she saw the problem on the wall, she actually faintly produced the same feeling. Everything in this game made her feel very uncomfortable - not dangerous, uncomfortable.
"Please explain reasonably why there are not enough posts in the room."
This problem has obviously been hovering over everyone's minds; after the farmers have paid taxes and distributed food balls, they have added some physical strength and started discussions. The slow footsteps of the elephants "砰" and "砰" gradually became like the background sound, so that they could not hear it.
"Because...we are not working hard enough?" I have been working for nine hours in a row. When I was trying to ask questions, I was still plowing the fields.
"I don't like to listen to this." The five big three thickest, at this time, huddled in the corner, kneeling between a few farmland, heard a word. "You talk about why?"
"You think, if the farmers work harder and earn more food balls, they can buy more things... but now there isn't even a trader in the room. Doesn't it mean that our income is not enough?" The woman wiped the sweat on her head and said, "It may not be said that we are not working hard enough. It should be said that the efficiency is too low. It may be the reason for the production tools."
"I blame me?" After the auspicious words came out, I felt a little bit rushing. I smiled like a gentle smile: "In fact, I saw that I can do a lot of tools on the tool... If I can open a few more pieces Farmland, can't you solve the problem better?"
Because I don't know when the farm tools will be damaged, she and her students need to stay near the farmland to search for the exit. Therefore, they have become the closest person to the elephant. I almost turned around and hit the elephant leg. However, both the alu painting and the inter-living have become more and more accustomed to the situation. Her last look has not moved evenly, and she turned around gently and skillfully.
"So, in fact, the problem is very simple," Horst said in a summary. "Do not blame us or the paintings because we live in this place, the land is not big enough."
“Yes, the land is not big enough, the farmers' income is not enough, so there is no more demand, and no more jobs can be created...”
Almost at the time of this sentence, Lin Sanjiu felt that there was a flash in the light. When she turned back, she found that the words on the wall had changed.
"Tonight, please explain why farmers' harvests don't allow them to eat."
“Hey, it seems that our answer to the previous question is correct?” Horst seems to be encouraged. He looked around and said, “This question is too simple. We have more people here. Everyone Points, everyone is not enough?"
The text disappeared and it was clearly recognized. The next question that floated was "In six hours, please explain why the farmers need to work long hours under the premise of the previous question."
“The answer time is getting shorter and shorter,” Lin Sanjiu couldn't help. “Is this...not a danger?”
As long as there are no serious imbalances in the game—for example, letting them answer the questions in less than a second—then the intensive questions can't make much of a burden on them. After all, there is no punishment for answering the wrong question, and they do not hinder speaking when they are at work.
Although they did not feel too dangerous, but for the sake of caution, the people still did not rush to answer this question.
However, Lin Sanjiu is very suspicious that they are just like themselves at this time, and my heart is secretly thinking about how to answer this question. Working for ten hours in a row, the output is not enough for everyone. Except for a lot of people, it means that the efficiency of each hour is not high enough... If two food **** are produced in an hour, then the problem is solved. .
That said, it seems that we have to blame the painting again. If the painting can optimize her farm tools, for example, to create a machine that speeds up sowing, instead of just waiting for the farm tools to be broken, it is so expensive.
She thought of this and suddenly suppressed her thoughts. The faint discomfort is a bit more intense.
Lin Sanjiu looked back.
Not long ago, after eight and a half food **** were poured into the cement tank, the elephant actually walked to the side of the trough. What surprised everyone was that it didn't start eating it first, but it took some food **** out of the trough and placed them in front of Spartan and the intervening.
As a tax collector, it is obvious that I have already learned about the situation from the manual. I immediately took out the tax collector's tools and didn't look at the elephant at first glance. I only cut the food ball into small pieces and divided it with Spartan. They did not disclose how much their "income" is, but each person received less than one weight, which should be about 20% of the total tax, which is 0.85 food **** per person.
The 80% of the remaining food **** go anywhere, naturally it is not necessary to mention.
When the elephant at the end of the meal was finished, the twenty-three and a half food **** after the tax were also split in the blink of an eye. After ensuring everyone's minimum survival needs, they ended up with only 2.7 food **** - the newly harvested food **** after the eighth hour, because they have not received taxes, they can't eat. The last two more food **** were placed in a box and placed in the corner as a reserve.
"Export..." Even the woman who is always relaxed and happy can't help it now, and asks like a donkey: "Is there still hope?"
Including the ceiling, at least half of the surface in the room was covered with scratches. It is impossible to say that several people in charge of the search did not try their best; but the hard, solid cement blocks everywhere, did not open at all. .
Spartan had already stopped his hand and was sitting on the ground against the wall. His eyes seemed to have passed through the elephant in the room, not knowing where it was. Or the aloe painting answered the female Yue, it seems to make up for the tone of my own voice: "...not yet, I look with the naked eye, I feel as if it is everywhere."
"I am too tired," Horst suddenly put down the farm implement in his hand and threw the tenth food ball he had just harvested into his backpack. "I have to sleep for one night, get up tomorrow and talk."
“Is it too early?” Lin Sanjiu was a little worried and said: “We only earned the minimum living limit for everyone.”
Horst stunned, as if she didn't expect her to ask. Before answering, he looked up at the question on the wall and smiled tiredly. "What? I have produced ten food **** today, deducted taxes, and seven and a half, enough for myself. I have lived well. But I have only eaten three now. I don't know how to be weak when I get up tomorrow. I have to continue to extend my working hours tonight. How can I stand it?"
He looked around and his eyes swept from everyone and finally sighed. "I am not unwilling to take care of my companions... It is really a problem with our current system. Half of the people have to support the other half. Can we farmers only live and die?"
Lin Sanjiu only thought that his words seemed to be extremely problematic, but she did not wait for her to understand how to answer. She saw the woman suddenly pointed at the wall at the other end and was taken aback: "The text has changed again, this time. ...not a problem."
I didn't want to answer it. If it is true that the words meet the answer criteria, will it be counted as an answer?
Lin Sanjiu looked back and found that this time the wall read "In an hour, please prove your contribution to society."
"Our farmers don't need to say more," the more hesitated, the woman said: "The food that everyone eats is what we have worked hard..."
"Without me, you can't farm." When Lu painted, he took a bit of vigilance - it seemed to be afraid of being picky.
In fact, in addition to the comatose Han Shouping, everyone has a role to play: no tax collector, farmers can not eat more food balls; and the inspector has to be responsible for ensuring everything except to supervise tax collectors. Both the agreement and the contract can be executed correctly.
However, after everyone finished their duties, the wall text still has no change.
This time, even the Horst who was supposed to sleep, did not dare to go to sleep.
"What do you mean?" he muttered. "This shows that we have not completed the request?"
Ji Shanqing, who has been observing the situation silently, suddenly opened his mouth. "Maybe we want to prove it by action," he glanced at Horst. "If that's the case, you have to work at least an hour."
Howst whispered, and sat down on the edge of his farmland—a man who was a big man, always clumsy when he squatted down a few chessboard-sized fields. Lin San wine was slightly relieved, and for the first time I felt that the text on the wall was not bad.
It's also a coincidence that Hurst picked up his little girl and the piece of metal fell off the wooden pole. He glanced at it for two seconds, and his face was blushing--"I knew that I might as well go to sleep!" He snorted and said, "Are, you can fix it."
"Four food balls." Lu painted whispered.
Hurst looked at her, and she felt that she was definitely not listening.
"It's already very late today. The ball that I get now has to be counted in tomorrow's share. It seems that if only one person's farm tools will break in a day, then the price will naturally rise to 4 **** to guarantee me. My own survival." The sound of the aloe painting was a little bit trembled, but it was calm and finished. "I'm sorry, but... As you said, I don't know when you will be too tired." Allocate food balls..."
She seems to be afraid of misunderstanding and hurriedly added: "In fact, you paid me in the form of remuneration, and then gave it to me afterwards. Isn't it all the same? In the end, we can all survive, right?"
No, that is not the same.
At this moment, Lin Sanjiu suddenly felt that if she turned her head now, she might see the elephant laughing like a human being.
Its rations began to increase automatically.
Chapter end
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