"Sand River resource point? Produces Sand River?"
Wang Yi frowned.
In his sight, at this very moment, the riverbed lit up and rapidly transformed in the light. Crushed stones disappeared, weeds were cleared, the ground leveled...
In just three to five breaths, a flat beach, about the size of two football fields, lay before Wang Yi. Fine, yellowish-brown sand, like crushed walnut shells, covered the ground.
The corpses of 50 Sand River Crabs were also still there.
"Is this a resource point?"
Wang Yi rubbed his chin.
The Sand River resource point was there, but it seemed that Sand River also needed to be manually collected!
"For now, this Sand River isn't needed. Let's leave this resource point as is. Later, if conditions allow, I'll set up a sand factory here. The 50 Sand River Crabs, however, can be considered a system gift..."
Wang Yi was curious and immediately took Man Datou to examine the Sand River Crabs' corpses.
He had never seen crabs this big. Logically speaking, these were already monsters!
However, not all 50 Sand River Crabs' corpses were intact. Some had shattered carapaces, others were riddled with holes. Without exception, after their deaths, all their pincers had fallen off.
Soon, Wang Yi discovered that the pincers were very interesting; they were actually dropped items with attribute information.
"【Sand River Crab Left Pincer: 68% biological carapace + 32% unknown alloy. Can withstand 500℃ high temperature without deformation. Good abrasion resistance. Sand River Crabs use it to dig sand and tunnels. Inner cavity has been processed.】"
"【Sand River Crab Right Pincer: 62% biological carapace + 38% unknown alloy. Can withstand 500℃ high temperature without deformation. Sturdy, sharp, and corrosion-resistant. Sand River Crabs use it for combat. Can penetrate rock layers. Inner cavity has been processed.】"
"Awesome, is this biological metallurgy?"
Wang Yi was greatly surprised. The Sand River Crab's left pincer was the size of a human head, wide and flat like a shovel. He thought it could be made into tools like shovels and hoes.
The right pincer was sharp, the length of an adult's forearm. This was a natural spearhead; mounted on a shaft, it would make an excellent long spear, usable as a weapon.
Wang Yi happily took Man Datou to collect all 50 pairs of pincers.
As for the Sand River Crab bodies, these were not system-recognized spoils of war and had no attribute information. Most were badly damaged, but Wang Yi didn't plan to waste them. Crabs this large must be premium ingredients. The crab meat, once dug out and thrown into the Gourmet Processing Plant, would surely be processed into food.
However, the Repeating Crossbow Motorcycle had no cargo bed. Loading 50 pairs of pincers was already a struggle, so transporting the crab meat would have to wait for the next trip.
By the time Wang Yi returned to his ten-meter-square territory with the 50 pairs of pincers, it was already noon.
The stone pile in the warehouse courtyard had accumulated seven units, and the wood had three units.
Wang Yi temporarily stored the 50 pairs of pincers in the Chaos Warehouse. Then, he saw Zhang Xiaohu walk over, carrying a basket. He bowed and said, "Lord, I'm the Wild Vegetable Squad Leader. I've dug up wild vegetables!"
"Wild Vegetable Squad Leader?"
"Yes, my dad appointed me. All the children in the village are under my command. I have three subordinates, and we've dug up a basket of wild vegetables."
As Zhang Xiaohu spoke, he showed Wang Yi his Results. Wang Yi glanced at it and indeed saw a basket full of wild vegetables.
"Not bad. This basket of wild vegetables, sent to the Gourmet Processing Plant, should produce at least a hundred cups of wild vegetable soup!"
Wang Yi nodded, gave a look to Man Datou, his personal bodyguard standing nearby, and said, "Take it for processing!"
"Alright!"
Man Datou picked up the basket and left the courtyard.
Wang Yi looked at the sun and then said to Zhang Xiaohu, "Go tell your dad that it's time to eat, and to come get his golden roast chicken!"
He planned to give 50 golden roast chickens to the villagers of Shitou Village!
At this very moment, five li to the east, two ragged, bruised figures walked into Shitou Village.
One of them had white hair, appearing to be fifty or sixty years old, wearing a long robe. His clothes were old but relatively clean.
The other wore a short jacket, was tall, and barefoot, looking to be in his thirties.
The two walked along, groaning. They had injuries and looked disheveled, as if they had just been beaten.
These two were Yang Wanli, the older one and the Village Chief of Shitou Village, and the other was his eldest son, Yang Qingniu.
"People of Shitou Village, come out! Our grain has been stolen! Grab your weapons and come fight with me!"
As soon as he entered the village entrance, Yang Wanli shouted loudly.
But after shouting, he froze.
There was a haystack at the village entrance, where a group of villagers usually squatted, a good place to sunbathe and nap.
But now, with the sun bright, there was only one person there.
That person had his hands in his sleeves, his face covered by a tattered cloth hat, leaning against the haystack, sleeping.
Without even seeing his face, Yang Wanli recognized him as Pang Damao.
Pang Damao was only twenty-five, but he was a notorious slacker in Shitou Village, usually listless, as if he could never wake up.
But at this moment, he was awakened by Yang Wanli and immediately got up, shouting, "The Village Chief is back! What did you say? Our grain was stolen! Damn it, who stole it?"
Yang Qingniu said, "Of course it's those bastards from Huangni Village. Those guys have completely become bandits!"
Pang Damao was shocked and said, "Stealing our grain, isn't that cutting off our livelihood? Village Chief, what should we do? My family has no grain left at all. I'm coming to your house for dinner tonight, or I'll starve to death!"
"Get out!"
Yang Wanli kicked Pang Damao away. He looked around suspiciously and shouted, "Where are the people? Where have they all gone?"
Pang Damao raised his hand and said, "I know. They all went to the river valley in the west. Someone said a deity appeared there, and if you move some stones and pick up some firewood, you get golden roast chicken to eat!"
"golden roast chicken?"
Yang Qingniu subconsciously licked his lips.
Yang Wanli shouted, "Then why didn't you go?"
"I'm not an idiot!"
Pang Damao chuckled, "How can there be a deity in this world? Even if there is, can a deity be an idiot? Moving some stones and picking up some firewood, and then giving golden roast chicken to eat?"
Yang Qingniu grunted and said, "Exactly. If a deity had golden roast chicken, they'd definitely hide it and eat it secretly, how could they share it with others! Right, Dad?"
Yang Wanli glared at his eldest son and shouted, "Stop talking nonsense, all of you! Hurry to the river valley and call everyone. If we don't call them now, our grain will be completely eaten by those bastards from Huangni Village!"
By the time Yang Wanli and the other two arrived at the river valley, it was mealtime for the villagers.
Each of them had half a golden roast chicken and a cup of wild vegetable soup, squatting or sitting, eating heartily.
Yang Qingniu's eyes widened in shock, and he shouted, "Oh my god, there really is a deity."
After shouting, he rushed directly to Yang Qingshou, staring eagerly at the large chicken leg she held in her hand, which had only been bitten once.
"Give it to me!"
The aroma wafted directly into his nostrils. Yang Qingniu couldn't resist and reached out to snatch it, but Yang Qingshou quickly ran away.
Pang Damao, who was behind, had a similar reaction to Yang Qingniu. His eyes were practically popping out, and he lunged directly towards the children like Zhang Xiaohu and Yang Xiaobao.
"Kids, let me try a bite of your golden roast chicken!"
Pang Damao clearly intended to snatch food, but before he could reach Zhang Xiaohu and the others, he was suddenly kicked away.
"Who dares to cause trouble here!"
It was Man Datou who kicked Pang Damao away.
The strong man, over two meters tall, turned and kicked Yang Qingniu on the butt, sending him stumbling forward with a cry of "Ouch."
"Don't hit him, he's one of us!"
Zhang Dashan quickly stepped forward to speak.
At this moment, Yang Wanli was quite calm. He looked at the small courtyard in the distance, then at the cube-like Gourmet Processing Plant, narrowing his eyes, lost in thought.
Zhang Dashan's wife, Yang Qinggu, was Yang Wanli's eldest daughter. She quickly ran to Yang Wanli and said, "Dad, you're back! We were just talking about you! What happened to your face? Who hit you? Do you want to eat golden roast chicken? I'm telling you, if you want to eat, just work, and you can even get dinner!"
Yang Wanli looked at his eldest daughter, whose mouth was covered in grease, and said, "What's going on? Is there really a deity? Impossible, absolutely impossible. There are no deities in this world!"