Chapter Sixteen: The Rocket Wave of Gold Medal Substitute

  "Oh, Wang Lu has started taking action!"

  "This is really true!? Hurry up and call people to come and see!"

  On the day when Shu Tong and his companions left Taoyuan Village with an astonishingly high completion rate, Wang Lu finally ended his closed-door meditation and walked out of the door, attracting countless people to come and watch.

  "Oh, so that's Wang Lu. I thought he'd be more impressive, but he looks pretty ordinary. From the way you guys were talking about him before, I thought he was some kind of eight-foot-tall, eight-foot-waisted demon or something."

  "Hmph, an eight-foot physique will be punished by heaven? Don't look down on his unimpressive appearance, this guy was the first to walk out of Yunbo Map."

  "It's also possible that he was just lucky, look at how he didn't accomplish anything in Taoyuan Village."

  "Nothing? The first one who walked out of the village, Hai Yunfan, was under his guidance that completed the task."

  "Cutting corners, just seeking speed, how high can the completion rate be? Wasting the village head's A-level task. Moreover, all the exclusive tasks in the village have been triggered, what else can he do even if he ends his closed-door training?"

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

  And Wang Lu did not disappoint with what he did next.

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

  "What's going on? Has something gone wrong?! Auntie Huang's task is already complete, now it's impossible to acknowledge anyone as her godson, what is he picking a fight about?"

  The trial-taker who took over Huang Dama's task was also puzzled. Huang Dama's task is probably only at the level of a Ding-class, and its value in the village can be ranked among the top three from the bottom. It's not even as good as a chicken rib. Unexpectedly, Wang Lu actually chose this task as the opening move, and it's unknown what his intention is.

  Wang Lu ignored the onlookers and focused on carrying water. He was of average build, but had great physical strength, and soon filled Huang Dama's water bucket.

  "Hey, young man, thanks..."

  The old lady hadn't finished speaking when Wang Lu interrupted: "I want to go to your son's school."

  The old lady was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

  Then Wang Lu didn't say much and put down his carrying pole, heading towards the neighboring house.

  The neighbor living next door is Huang Dama's own son, Huang Xiuciai. The task value is much higher than his ordinary mother. Initially, it was only a low-level task, but later on, he could use this as an opportunity to meet an old scholar who lived in seclusion in the village, which was a top-level task and also the task that made Xiaotong Wang Zhonglai famous in the village.

  Now that Huang Xiucai's task has been completed, Xiao Shu Tong walked away and he no longer pretended to be friendly with others. The other trial-takers also didn't bother to pay attention to this worthless and poor scholar. Now, as Wang Lu is about to take a big step into the school, the trial-takers are all guessing how he will turn things around.

  "Isn't there another hidden task on this scholar's body?"

  "Unbelievable! If that's the case, then don't the other villagers also have hidden tasks? Wang Lu has been in seclusion for so long, he must be confident that he can unlock the hidden task."

  Next, Wang Lu walked straight into the classroom and handed a dozen papers to Huang Xiucai before he could speak: "Teacher, this is today's homework."

  At this time, the onlookers outside were confused. Wang Lu had neither paid homage to a master nor tuition fees. Logically speaking, he should have been driven out as soon as he entered the school, but now not only did he swagger in, but also claimed that he wanted to hand in his homework! When did he write his homework? However, today Huang Xiucan was teaching poetry, so presumably what was written on paper would be something related to poetry.

  Huang Xiuzai naturally took over the paper, looked at it carefully, and drew a cold breath: "Is this poem really written by you?"

  "Who else could it be?" Wang Lu smiled and asked in return, "Don't you see the Yellow River's water comes from heaven, flowing to the sea never to return... Haven't you read similar lines of poetry before?"

  "These poems are so passionate and generous, how can an eleven or twelve year old child have such feelings?"

  "I was born with a special gift, and the literary star has descended upon me."

  Wang Lu smiled and said, looking at Huang Xiucai with a gaze like he was looking at a village dog. This kind of nonsense reason wouldn't even fool an eight or nine year old child, but Huang Xiucai thought for a moment, then shook his head and sighed.

  "It's a pity I've already accepted a closed-door disciple, otherwise I would have definitely taken you in as a disciple."

  Wang Lu continued to chuckle and ignored the scholar's emotions: "I have a favor to ask of you."

  Huang Xiucai's face was stern: "Speak."

  "I want this towel of yours," said Wang Lu, pointing to the handkerchief that Xiū Cái had placed on the table to wipe his sweat.

  Huang Xiucai was taken aback: "You want this?"

  "Hmm." After saying that, Wang Lu didn't wait any longer, stretched out his hand to take it, and then left. Huang Xiucai was also a clever person, he was stunned for a moment, then threw Wang Lu's matter to the back of his mind, and continued to read aloud to the children in the classroom as if nothing had happened just now.

  The onlookers outside the house were not surprised, as most villagers in Taoyuan Village followed this pattern, except when they were stimulated by tasks, and in most cases, they were stupid like livestock.

  It's strange that Wang Lu, holding a poor and sour scholar's handkerchief, swaggered out, what did he want to do? Huang Jiaxian was not a yellow flower girl, his handkerchief was sour and smelly, what's so fun about it?

  As a result, everyone saw Wang Lu all the way to another celebrity's house. When they arrived at the door, several onlookers exclaimed in surprise.

  "Xiao Fang! This is Xiao Fang's home!"

  Others were stunned, Village girl Xiaofang, that was a legendary figure in Taoyuan Village, with a square face and a goatee, eight feet tall and eight feet around the waist, able to eat twenty steamed buns and ten plates of beef in one meal, outside the house were two hundred-and-twenty-pound stone locks, before and after meals, she would swing them around as a form of entertainment.

  Such a heroic character, wherever he is placed, is a good fellow. However, in Taoyuan Village, he became the village girl Xiaofang, and it was the sentimental Xiaofang who called out for true love. Her exclusive task was to follow the route of love, and only by being faithful to her could one unlock the subsequent routes. Many trial players have evaluated this as a legendary mission that surpasses A-level. The prince of a certain country sacrificed everything to entwine with her, but lost everything in an instant due to a single misstep. Unexpectedly, Wang Lu walked up to the door at this time with an air of confidence...

  Unfortunately, if it weren't for the previous prince's activation task, Wang Lu might have been able to complete this task with his abilities... although thinking about it makes me feel like I'm going to throw up. But in any case, Wang Lu no longer has a chance now.

  Wang Lu directly knocked on the door and said while knocking: "Xiaofang, I have Huang Xiucan's handkerchief."

  As soon as the words fell, the door opened, and village girl Xiaofang grabbed a greasy pig's leg, saying in a loud voice: "What did you just say?"

  Wang Lu smiled: "I'll use Huang Xiucai's towel that he just used and hasn't washed yet, in exchange for a bowl of your special steamed pork."

  "Do you want my braised pork? ... Alright, bring me a towel."

  Xiaofang said, reaching out to grab the towel, her arm's fat jiggling back and forth, it was unclear whether it was due to excessive tension or excessively loose fat.

  Wang Lu didn't stop her, letting her take the towel away. Then Xiaofang, under the gaze of countless people who were shocked and frightened, held the towel in her palm as if it was a treasure, and suddenly buried her head in it to take a deep breath.

  At this time, a candidate who looked like a beggar and was full of the aura of a defeated dog suddenly exclaimed: "Right! Xiaofang has a crush on Huang Xiuciai!"

  Everyone turned around to see that it was the prince who had been beaten by Xiaofang for having his feet in two boats not long ago, and his words should be somewhat believable. Moreover, this ordinary village girl's way of expressing her emotions is so direct that ten people can understand it.

  Xiao Fang seemed unable to wait, wanting to do something with the towel. The two green bean eyes sparkled with oil light, and she hastily carried the towel into the inner room, even carelessly throwing the pig's leg that was originally grasped in her hand onto the ground.

  However, the village girl was a straightforward person. After a few minutes, Xiaofang walked out with a big jar in her hands, beaming with joy: "What you gave is genuine goods, thank you!"

  Wang Lu took the basin, and his still powerful arm sank slightly at that moment. This basin of steamed meat was as solid as Xiaofang. Moreover, although the basin was sealed, a fragrance that could not be concealed spread out, making one's fingers move with hunger.

  The village girl Xiaofang said that if there was anything else worth taking, it would be her extraordinary cooking skills.

  "Thanks."

  Xiao Fang patted her chest: "Don't be polite, next time you have something good like this, just bring it to me, I've got a secret recipe ham here, come and exchange it with me!"

  Wang Lu smiled again: "Alright, with your words, I'll even give you the inner garment of the scholar."

  Xiao Fang's nostrils flared: "Hah! If you can bring me Huang Xiucai's underwear, I'll return your person to you!"

  "It's nothing." Wang Luyan refused and then laboriously carried the meat vat to the other side.

  This time again, Wang Lu didn't walk too far before knocking on a household's door.

  Still the same routine, Wang Lu used a piece of steamed meat to exchange for a piece of exquisite silk, then used the silk to exchange for several large boxes of cosmetics, and again used the cosmetics to exchange for some pastries... These exchanges sometimes made a profit, sometimes a loss, but Wang Lu didn't care, he just repeated this set of actions like a puppet: knocking on the door, bowing his head and handing over the item in his hand, opening his mouth to ask for another item.

  Then, under grateful eyes, head to the next place.

  One day, Wang Lu Ma went around the village non-stop, knocking on 120 doors and bringing warmth to 120 people. In the end, he returned home with a box of food from Taoyuan Hotel.

  That day, more than a dozen people stopped their hands and followed Wang Lu's stroll. In the morning, they still had some doubts and couldn't understand what was the point of Wang Lu's walk. By noon, even the most obtuse person was shocked.

  Living in Taoyuan Village for a month, no one doesn't know the term "goodwill" which was first created by Wang Lu and then spread throughout the village through Hai Yunfan and others. Every villager has goodwill, and goodwill is the completion degree of the trial! This morning, Wang Lu's bartering from a business perspective is simply losing money, but from the perspective of a trial, he explained a term to everyone.

  What is awesome.

  The only task of the trial player in Taoyuan Village is to brush up on his feelings, and Wang Lu has done it to the extreme. Except for the necessary lines, he doesn't say a word more, and many times the conversation with the villagers even violates normal logic, but somehow it can proceed smoothly, and everyone ends up happy.

  The only explanation for this is that Wang Lu grasped the task logic, accurately identified the best way to brush up each task's favorability, and used the simplest method to achieve the highest favorability. What's even more impressive is that he linked together 120 people's tasks into a chain, completing them in one wave.

  For the entire day, 120 people, each of whom felt grateful to Wang Lu, if it weren't for their exclusive tasks being triggered, no one would have suspected that Wang Lu could trigger 120 exclusive tasks. From an individual's favorability value, it wasn't necessarily more than those trial takers in the village who specialized in a single person, but 120 times superimposed was terrifying.

  At present, the most loving trial player can hold more than a dozen task lines at the same time, but turning around among so many villagers will inevitably be busy and chaotic.

  And what about Wang Lu? One wave, one hundred and twenty people, not a single one fell behind. The onlookers summarized his route map and found that he almost didn't take any detours! What's even more terrifying is that his favorability brushing method can be repeated infinitely, equivalent to perfectly controlling the one hundred and twenty task lines, this is really not a realm that ordinary people can understand.

  Washing hands 120 times a day would drive anyone crazy, let alone completing 120 tasks. But Wang Lu was someone who could actually do it.

  "But what's the point of that?"

  A probationer concealed his jealousy with a sarcastic smile.

  "If he had made his move a month earlier, there would be no question about it. Everyone would have been squeezed out of the path to ascension by him, and not even one task could be obtained. They would be trapped here forever. But now, it's him who is trapped! Even if he can brush up 120 people's favorability in one wave, what use is that? Now there's no one left to provide tasks for him!"

  Although these words were impolite, they also expressed the voices of many people.

  Wang Lu, you are indeed awesome, but don't you think that you're pretending to be a big shot and ended up being a ****?

  Wang Lu naturally didn't think so.

  The next morning, when Wang Lu went out, he happened to meet a few white-faced young men who came to provoke him.

  "Wang Lu, you're working so hard to brush up your feelings, what a pity..."

  The words had barely left his mouth when Wang Lu interrupted him.

  "I know what you want to say... Honestly, I really didn't think you'd be so stupid, thinking that those 120 people were all of Peach Village?"

  The question made several pale young men stunned, and they quickly counted the villagers from head to toe by cracking their fingers.

  "Nothing... nothing's fallen off, has it?"

  A young man hesitated and said: "Unless we count the child in Zhang Ma's belly, there are only one hundred and twenty people in the village."

  Some people thought: "Or maybe even pigs and dogs in the village have tasks?"

  The discussion was cut off halfway by Wang Lu: "You bunch of **** are indeed the product of inbreeding, aren't you?"

  Although they were not familiar with the professional terms, the young masters also heard that this was an extremely vicious insult. Several people's faces flushed with anger: "What did you say?"

  On one hand, he was scolding and cursing, on the other hand, he was about to rush up and fight to the death.

  Wang Lu looked up with his face raised and his arms wrapped around his chest, seeing several people's gaze as if they were looking at a wild dog in the village.

  Just as the young masters' fists were about to land, a black shadow descended from the sky.

  "Ahh, beat it! Beat it!"

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