"Oh, Wang Lu has started to take action!"

"Are you serious!? Go and call people to watch!"

On the morning when Shutong and his companions left Taoyuan Village with an astonishingly high degree of completion, Wang Lu finally ended his retreat and walked out, attracting countless people to watch.

"Oh, he is Wang Lu. It turns out that it's nothing special to look like this. From what you guys said before, I thought he was an evil demon with an eight-foot height and an eight-foot waist."

"Tsk, will someone with an eight-foot body be punished by heaven? Don't look amazing, but this guy was the first to step out of Yunbotu."

"Maybe he's just lucky. He hasn't done much in Taoyuan Village."

"No action? Hai Yunfan, who was the first to walk out of the village, completed the task under his guidance."

"Tch, how high can the completion rate be if you just pursue speed? It was a waste of the village chief's Grade A mission. And now that all the exclusive missions in the village have been activated, what can he do even if he ends the retreat?"

"Who knows...that's why everyone came to watch, wanting to see what he was going to do."

And what Wang Lu did next really did not disappoint.

He went to help Aunt Huang in the east of the village carry water.

"Hey, are you making a mistake? Aunt Huang's mission has been completed. Now it is impossible to accept anyone as her godson. What kind of water is he picking up!?"

The trialist who took Aunt Huang's task was also puzzled. This Aunt Huang's task was probably at the D level, and its value was among the top three in the village. It was not as good as chicken ribs. Unexpectedly, the dignified Wang Lu actually chose this one.

The mission serves as the opening, but I don’t know what its purpose is.

Wang Lu ignored the onlookers and concentrated on fetching water. He was of medium stature but had good physical strength. He filled Aunt Huang's water tank in a short time.

"Oh, young man, thank you..."

Before the aunt finished speaking, Wang Lu interrupted: "I want to go to your son's school."

The aunt was stunned for a moment and nodded.

Then Wang Lu didn't even say a word of greeting, put down his pole and walked to the next door.

Living next door is Aunt Huang's biological son Huang Xiucai. His work value is much higher than that of his ordinary mother. He was only D-level at first, but later he was able to take this opportunity to get to know a man who lives in seclusion in the village.

Old scholar, that is a Class A mission, and it is also the mission that the little book boy Wang Zhong relies on to make a name for himself in the village.

Now that Huang Xiucai's mission has been completed, after the little book boy left, he no longer showed disgrace to others, and the other testers were too lazy to pay attention to this worthless poor scholar. Now Wang Lu is about to stride into the school and take the test.

Readers have speculated on how he will open up the situation.

"Could it be that this scholar has a hidden mission?"

"No way, if you put it this way, do other villagers also have hidden missions? Wang Lu has been in seclusion for so long, so he is confident that he can start the hidden mission?"

Next, Wang Lu walked straight into the school, and before Huang Xiucai spoke, he handed a dozen papers in front of him: "Teacher, this is today's homework."

At this time, the onlookers outside were confused. Wang Lu had neither apprenticed nor paid his tuition fees. Logically speaking, he should have been kicked out when he walked into the school. But now he not only entered with a swagger, but also claimed to hand in homework!? When did he write it?

Homework? But what Huang Xiucai taught today was poetry. I think what was written on the paper should be poetry or something like that.

Huang Xiucai took the paper as a matter of course, looked at it carefully, and took a breath: "Is this poem really written by you?"

"Who else could it be?" Wang Lu asked with a smile, "If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea never to return... Have you read similar poems before?"

"These poems are sincere and impassioned. How can you, an eleven or twelve-year-old child, be so emotional?"

"I am gifted with extraordinary talents, and I am a literary star."

Wang Lu said with a smile, looking at Huang Xiucai like he was looking at a local dog in the village. Even an eight or nine-year-old child would not be fooled by such bullshit excuses, but Huang Xiucai pondered for a moment, shook his head and sighed.

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"It's a pity that I have already accepted a closed disciple, otherwise I would definitely take you under my wing."

Wang Lu continued to laugh, completely ignoring the scholar's emotion: "I've got a favor from you."

Huang Xiucai looked upright: "Just say it."

"I want your sweat towel." Wang Lu said, pointing to the towel that the scholar put in front of the table to wipe his sweat.

Huang Xiucai was stunned for a moment: "You want this?"

"Yes." After saying this, Wang Lu didn't wait too much. He reached for it and left after taking it. Huang Xiucai was also a wonderful person. After a moment, he put Wang Lu's matter behind him and faced the children in the classroom again.

They read it aloud, as if nothing had happened just now.

The trialists watching from the outside were not surprised. Most of the villagers in Taoyuan Village had the same pattern. Except when it came to stimulating tasks, they were as stupid as animals in most cases.

The strange thing is that Wang Lu walked out with the sweat towel of a poor scholar. What on earth did he want to do? The scholar of the Huang family is not a young girl, and his sweat towel is sour and smelly. What fun is there?

As a result, everyone watched Wang Lu walk all the way to another famous person's home. When he reached the door, several onlookers exclaimed.

"Xiaofang! This is Xiaofang's house!"

Others looked at each other in confusion. The village girl Xiaofang was a legendary figure in Taoyuan Village. She had a Chinese character face and a beard. She was eight feet tall and her waist was eight feet. She could eat twenty steamed buns and ten plates of beef in one meal. There were two boxes of beef outside the house.

The stone lock, which is only a hundred and ten kilograms, has to be danced around before meals and after using the toilet for entertainment.

Such a tough person would be a hero anywhere, but in Taoyuan Village he became the village girl Xiaofang, and she is an amorous Xiaofang who calls for true love. Her exclusive mission is the love route, and she must be loyal to her.

Start the follow-up route. Many trialists rated it as a legendary mission beyond Grade A. The prince of a certain country sacrificed everything to be with her, but he failed in one move and lost everything. Unexpectedly, Wang Lu walked to the door with a complacent attitude at this time...

It's a pity that if the prince hadn't activated the mission before, with Wang Lu's talent, he might have been able to complete this mission... Although thinking about it makes me feel sick to my stomach. But no matter what, Wang Lu has no chance now.

As a result, Wang Lu knocked on the door directly and said: "Xiaofang, I have Huang Xiucai's sweat towel."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened. The village girl Xiaofang grabbed a greasy pig leg and asked in a loud voice, "What did you just say?"

Wang Lu smiled: "I'll exchange Huang Xiucai's unwashed sweat towel for a bowl of steamed pork made by you."

"You want my steamed pork?...Okay, bring me the sweat towel."

Xiaofang said, reaching out to get the sweat towel. The fat on her arms trembled, and she didn't know whether it was because she was too nervous or because the fat was too loose.

Wang Lu didn't stop him and allowed her to take the sweat towel away. Then, under the frightened eyes of countless people, Xiaofang held the sweat towel in the palm of her hand as if she had found a treasure, and suddenly buried her head in it to inhale.

At this time, a certain trialist who looked like a beggar and exuded the aura of a loser was suddenly startled: "By the way, Xiaofang has a crush on Huang Xiucai!"

Everyone looked back and saw that it was a certain prince who had been beaten to kidney failure by Xiaofang not long ago because he was riding two boats. His words were somewhat credible. What's more, this manly village girl expressed her feelings in such a way.

It’s so direct that even ten people can understand it.

Xiaofang seemed to be impatient to do something with this sweat towel. Her two mung bean eyes were flashing with oil, and she hurriedly walked to the back room holding the sweat towel, and even the pig leg she had originally caught in her hand was thrown to the ground.

However, this village girl was a real person. After a few minutes, Xiaofang came out holding a big jar with a happy face: "What you gave me is the real thing, thank you!"

Wang Lu took the jar, and his still strong arms sank. This jar of steamed pork was as solid as Xiaofang. And even though the jar was sealed, an unconcealable aroma spread out, making people feel uncomfortable.

Big move.

If the village girl Xiao Fangruo has any redeeming qualities, it is her superb cooking skills.

"Thank you."

Xiaofang slapped her chest and said, "You're welcome. If you have such a good thing next time, just bring it to me. I also have a secret ham here, waiting for you to exchange it!"

Wang Lu laughed again: "Okay, as you say, I will also give you the scholar's underwear."

Xiaofang's nostrils twitched: "Haha! If you can get Huang Xiucai's underwear, I will give it back to you!"

"I'll spare you." Wang Lu declined politely, and then he struggled to lift the meat altar and walked to the other side.

This time, before he had gone too far, Wang Lu knocked on the door of a house.

Still going the same way, Wang Lu exchanged a pile of steamed meat with rice flour for a piece of fine silk, exchanged the silk for several large boxes of powder, and then used the powder to exchange for snacks... Some of these exchanges made some money, some lost, Wang Lu

He didn't care, he just repeated this set of actions like a puppet: knocking on the door, handing over the thing in his hand, and asking for another thing.

Then, go to the next place with grateful eyes.

In one day, Wang Lu walked around the village non-stop, knocked on the doors of 120 houses, brought warmth to 120 people, and finally returned home leisurely with a box of meals from the Taoyuan Hotel.

On this day, about ten people stopped what they were doing and focused on following Wang Lu in circles. In the morning, they were still a little confused and couldn’t figure out the meaning of Wang Lu’s walk. By noon, even the most sluggish people

The people also looked shocked.

After living in Taoyuan Village for a month, everyone knows that favorability is a key word pioneered by Wang Lu and popularized in the village by Hai Yunfan and others. Every villager has a favorability score, and favorability is a test.

The completion of the task of the trainer! Wang Lu bartered this morning. From the perspective of a businessman, he made a ridiculous loss, but from the perspective of a trialist, he explained it to everyone.

What is awesome?

The only task of the trialists in Taoyuan Village was to increase their favorability, and Wang Lu took this to the extreme. Except for the necessary lines, he did not say a word. Many times, his conversations with the villagers even violated normal logic.

, but it happened to go on smoothly, and everyone was happy in the end.

There is only one explanation for this. Wang Lu grasped the mission logic, figured out how to increase the favorability of each task, and used the simplest way to obtain the highest favorability. And what is even more amazing is that he used a

The tasks of one hundred and twenty people are connected in a chain and completed in one wave.

Throughout the day, there were one hundred and twenty people, and everyone was grateful to Wang Lu. If their exclusive missions had not been activated, no one doubted that Wang Lu could definitely trigger one hundred and twenty exclusive missions. Judging from the favorability of a single person,

Generally speaking, it may not be possible to farm more than the trialists in the village who specialize in one person, but when superimposed one hundred and twenty times, it is quite terrifying.

At present, the most philanthropic trialist only has more than ten quest lines at the same time, but when dealing with so many villagers, he will be in a hurry to lose sight of one.

And what about Wang Lu? There were one hundred and twenty people in one wave, and not a single one was left behind. The onlookers summarized his movement map and found that he almost didn’t even take the wrong path! What’s even more terrifying is his favorability.

The brushing method can be repeated infinitely, which is equivalent to perfect control of one hundred and twenty task lines. This is really not a realm that ordinary people can understand.
To be continued...