My name is Lin Shougui, and I am a village director by profession.
On the day when the National Games Battlefield opened, others got weapons and skill books, but my novice gift bag was a blank "Village Covenant".
In the first level, the rules say "You must eat a bowl of noodles before entering the village. The number of noodles determines the number of days you survive."
I took out the "Covenant" and wrote a line: "Villages in need can apply for mutual aid loans." Then I asked the noodle shop owner to borrow ten yuan and paid the price.
That bowl of noodles kept me alive for seven days.
While others narrowly escaped death under the rules, I was studying the soil quality at the west end of the village, formulating a "temporary management protocol" for the haunted yard, and using half a bowl of leftovers to collect the "neighbors" in the well.
Now, my courtyard has a vegetable patch, a chicken coop, and children picked up from the rubble. The survivors abroad are still struggling on the edge of collapse, and I am thinking about how to change this damn rule into the "Code of Civilized Villagers".
Until one day, the well dried up, and a man who looked exactly like me crawled out from the bottom of the well.
He smiled and said: "The rules outside, are they fun?"
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