I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler - Chapter 857 856. I, the Promised Land, make money

   Chapter 857 856. I, the Promised Land, make money

  The poet was in a low mood. He lost the debate just now. Obviously, the audience applauded more enthusiastically when the other party spoke.

   He examines his own inadequacies.

   "Indeed, for these citizens, it is more intuitive and important to solve the inconvenience of current life, but in fact our exploration can also solve these problems, but for many people, the initial investment is not acceptable"

   "The Yelang Guard's plan does sound more reliable, but the resources around Utopia are limited. Even if it can be satisfied for a while, it will eventually be exhausted, and eventually it will fall into endless internal friction."

   "He is worthy of being a fighter, he is very aggressive, and he has enough momentum. I can't get the upper hand in the debate. Many times, although what I say is more reasonable, I lose the momentum."

   "Debates are not won by loud voices, but loud voices are very oppressive."

   He muttered to himself, completely unaware that there were two people standing in front of him.

"Hello."

   The poet raised his head abruptly until the other party made a voice to greet him.

   The other party is a man and a woman, and the poet's first reaction is whether there is such a handsome person in the city, and then he stops.

"You are?"

  The poet looked at the two suspiciously. Recently, due to the promised land, many strangers came to Utopia, including spies from other city-states. He remained vigilant and was ready to run away at any time.

   "We want to find some people, do you know Shuangxin?"

  Lu Kian didn't hide anything, but opened up and asked directly.

   "Frostheart. Do you mean the Lord Frostheart who brought back the news of the Promised Land?"

  The poet chewed on the name for a moment before he suddenly remembered it.

   "The Promised Land."

   It seems that they regard the experimental area of ​​the old civilization as the promised land of the new civilization.

Today, when the pest damage has basically been eliminated, it is indeed rich in resources. Even though most of the stored food may be expired and cannot be eaten, there may still be some frozen seeds or animal embryos. Even if there is nothing, steel is also A large amount is full.

   Not to mention that there are still a lot of old-time data, even if there is no electricity, with the efforts of the sages, there is always a way to extract them.

  From this point of view, the name of the Promised Land really lives up to its name.

  Compared to the heaven flowing with milk and honey, for people in the wasteland, modern technology is the real milk and honey.

   "Yes, we are friends of Frostheart and want to find her and provide some information about the Promised Land."

   Lu Kizuna said immediately.

  The biggest flaw in his life is honesty.

   "You? Friends of Lord Frostheart?"

  The poet looked at Lu Kian warily.

   "Don't try to lie to me."

  “?”

  Lu Bian saw the performance of the other party, and a question mark appeared on his head.

"During this period of time, there have been countless guys pretending to know Lord Frostheart. Some people say that they know Lord Frostheart and can provide the location of the Promised Land. Some people say that they need money to explore the Promised Land. How can a local person know Lord Shuangxin!"

  The poet said, these days, the threshold for liars is too low. If these two people knew Lord Shuangxin, they would have been taken to the academy to enjoy it, and there is no need to block themselves on the road.

   "Then you will definitely say that you know additional information about the Promised Land, and then trick me into swallowing it all, and then walk away after taking away all my belongings!"

   He seemed to know the tricks well.

   "We do know additional information about the Promised Land."

   Lu Kizuna told the truth.

   "Look, I know, you can't deceive me!"

   Hearing the discussion between the poet and Lu Bian, Feng Yu sighed and said immediately.

   "It's better than this. You took us to the academy and found Lord Shuangxin to confront us, so that if we are liars, you can arrest us on the spot. If we know each other, then you are helping us."

   Hearing Feng Yu's words, the poet fell into thought, and after a while, he nodded.

   "You're right."

   replied the poet.

   "I'll take you to find Lord Shuangxin, don't think about running away."

   Immediately, he led the way.

   Lu Bian followed behind him and glanced at Feng Yu.

"Amazing."

  “.”

  Feng Yu was silent, looking at Lu Bian with a look at the foolish eldest son.

   Even if he is a teenager in the wasteland, it seems that the limitations of the human body still exist.

  A teenage young man was fooled by just saying a few words.

  College is located between the oasis and the pyramid, it is a square building.

   It is said to be an academy, but in fact the main part is a library, and there is no teaching here, only the explorers who go to explore the ruins outside will take the collected things for identification, collection, and analysis.

   On the road, Lu Bian saw some products left over from modern technology, but most of these products were not their original uses.

   The "pot lid" that receives the signal really becomes the pot lid, filled with sundries, the wheels of the car are mounted on the carriage, and the tablet and mobile phone are used as mirrors.

   I heard that in that pyramid, there are refrigerators and washing machines, which only the power of saints can drive.

   This is probably a phenomenon that often occurs in the wasteland. Although people use high-tech things, they cannot make them.

  The excavation of the ruins is to restore the previous level of technology.

   Along the way, Lu Bian also saw some campaign slogans, such as "The Council of Quicksands makes Utopia great again", "Your faithful guardian of the Wild Lang Guard", "You can always trust the Brotherhood of Yellow Sand" and other words everywhere.

  Lu Kizuna also saw the academy's slogan.

  【The future of mankind lies in the depths of the desert】

How to say   , it is quite in line with the pragmatic style of the college.

   is not too provocative.

  According to the practices of those candidates that Lu Bian learned on the earth, no matter whether you can do it or not, you must first brag about the bull and draw the cake, so that you can’t lose in momentum, so that you can get votes.

   As for attacking competitors, secretly making stumbling blocks, bribery and other means not to mention, use in Utopia will be condemned by heaven.

   Walking into the academy, Lu Bian saw that a group of people were concentrating on a bicycle, thinking about its working principle, while another group of people was thinking hard about an aero engine, trying to disassemble its hood.

   The three of them quickly arrived on the second floor of the academy, where a large number of books were displayed. Lu Bian glanced at them. Most of them were literary and entertainment works, and few of them involved technology.

   It seems that the old era has come to the end, people have given up development and survival, and most of them are addicted to entertainment and cannot extricate themselves.

  Between the bookshelves, Lu Bian saw the familiar woman. She was flipping through the books with the two women. Noticing the movement here, the woman raised her head.

   "Poet. Huh? Is that you?"

   (end of this chapter)