Mingguang, due east gate.
Under the third city wall, a rare sea of people was bustling with activity, as if celebrating some kind of festival.
Every year at the end of November, this scene will be staged in Mingguang.
The common people in the lower city area are looking forward to it, but for the people in the upper city and outer city areas, it is like Mingguang's aunt, with pain all over their body and buttocks.
On Shanhai Road, Zhengdongmen, there is an antique pavilion on the top of the rockery built by the Jiang family, which is higher than three walls.
The name is: Wanghai.
The Jiang family's old house is as still as a mountain, and the Wanghai Pavilion is as quiet as water.
Wen Chongjiu came here after returning from the tavern, and sat around the stone table with Wei Tianxing, Mo Hongniang and other five people to talk.
Gao Tie, Jiang Zhengyang, Zhao Zheng, Wei Qingyu, Leng Han and other juniors stood on the city wall, looking down.
Jiang Ziyi, who was accompanying him, said,
"Have you divided the guns made by the Master?"
High-speed rail nodded,
"One hundred thousand, a handful is a lot."
Mo Hongniang smiled like a flower,
"It's really hard on the Gao family. We have to work hard every few years."
Gaotie remains serious about his words, "As a Mingguang person, it is your duty to contribute to Mingguang."
Wei Qingyu suddenly said,
"coming!"
Everyone looked towards the sea below the city.
I saw endless waves blooming on the surface of the dark sea, and streamlined figures broke out of the water and jumped to the shore.
Mo Hongniang took a few glances and then rubbed her eyebrows.
"How come there are more and more of these things every year?"
These waves covered every inch of the sea that could be seen in an instant, and they were densely packed.
Wen Chongjiu also smiled bitterly,
"It's a blessing, not a curse...it just smells a bit unpleasant."
What leaped from the sea onto the beach was none other than penguins.
One by one, they are cute and obese penguins.
Perhaps the cataclysm changed their habits. I don’t know since when, the Mingguang Coast, including the entire 500 kilometers of nearby coastline, has been their destination for migration and spawning.
Every year, these penguins land at Mingguang at the end of November, breed and lay eggs, and then leave four months later to continue their journey.
These penguins do not belong to any known species, they are zero-level low-level alienated creatures, with little attack power and extremely stubborn.
Isn’t it said that penguins are prone to heat stroke when the temperature exceeds 16 degrees?
Mingguang maintains a high temperature of more than 20 degrees all year round, and the highest temperature can reach over 40. What do you think you are doing in Mingguang? What are you doing!
At first, Mingguang regarded these little guys as mascots and strictly prohibited hunting and killing them privately.
In the first year, the number of penguins was only a few hundred. Under the protection of the garrison, hundreds of lively little penguins were taken away without leaving a trace.
By the second year, the number of penguins expanded to tens of thousands.
In the third year, the penguins who got the advantage called their friends, and hundreds of thousands of them came.
fourth year,
fifth year,
Sixth year...
The number has climbed to a devastating level.
——Well, in fact, their excrement is enough to destroy the world.
If millions of penguins live on Mingguang's coastline for four months, how much excrement will they leave behind without housekeeping companies and nannies?
I believe that even if the scientific research institute has the ability, it is very reluctant to count this number.
Every year from November to March 1st of the next year, the entire bright light will be shrouded in the stench of fermented penguin droppings.
The commission was confused, the scientific research institute was confused, and the garrison was also confused. Only the poor people in Xiacheng District laughed.
Those chubby little guys are full of high-grade protein under their thick fur!
Raw meat is not easy to preserve, but we can still make bacon, we can make dried meat, and we can also boil it in oil... As for the taste, no one cares about these details.
The civilians in Xiacheng District only care about one thing - having meat to eat!
There are also free zero-level low-level alien eggs!
Mingguang's management was fed up with the uncontrollable population of penguins and the mountains of dung.
Since a few years ago, the Gao family has taken on the responsibility of making ordinary firearms, manufacturing some non-source crystal weapons that have not been sold for many years, specifically to deal with these fat men who cause disasters.
After all, penguins are considered low-level alien beasts. Even if they have no offensive power, their power is not trivial to ordinary people.
The limit that the Gao family can afford is 100,000 muskets per year. These muskets will be labeled by the garrison and distributed to civilians participating in hunting operations in Xiacheng District. After the hunting is over, they will be recycled and returned to the Gao family for repair and rebuilding.
At least 20,000 to 30,000 people participate in this unique event every year, and tens of thousands of penguins are hunted every day.
The killed penguins are skinned on the spot, soaked in sea water, hung up and dried, and then transported back to their families for storage.
The fur of penguins is too thick and is not suitable for bright and hot climates. Apart from twisting a few pieces of rope, it has no other use and can only be wasted.
Seeing a large number of penguins coming ashore, the crowd below was in a stir, with crackling gunshots and shouts.
Mo Hongniang looked at the sea in the distance, her mouth trembling.
"There may be no less than 30 million penguins coming this year...my...god..."
There are 30 million penguins, and the fishing harvest period that has just begun in the dark sea is probably over.
...
Below Honghuohuo started hunting in a trance. Although these penguins are simple and cute, after becoming strange beasts, their sensitivity on the shore is definitely not water-free.
Even with a gun in hand, most people would have trouble hitting them.
"Bang, bang!"
At the front of the crowd, Qin Sheng, Calabash Boy, and Erhu were leading a few ignorant little girls.
Qin Sheng fired a shot and was extremely proud.
"Look at my shot, it hit the eye socket, hahaha."
Erhu said angrily,
"I obviously saw that penguin first!"
"Hey," Erhu didn't bother to argue with him and said to Xiaofang beside him,
"Xiaofang, what do you think of my shooting skills?"
Xiaofang is a quiet little girl with two braids and big, watery eyes.
"Brother Sheng is great~!"
Qin Sheng's nose was bleeding.
waving hands,
"Um, who is that, Lao Gen'er! Go and pick up the young master's trophies!"
"Uh-huh."
A burly man stood up. He was the bodyguard assigned to Qin Sheng by Secretary Qin.
There is only one seedling in the family. If there are only three long and two short, wouldn't he be blinded by tears?
What penguin? Not even penguins!
Lao Gen'er, a fourth-level master, had to humbly become Qin Sheng's number one bodyguard in Operation Penguin.
Lao Gen tucked his homework book into his waist.
"Master, you have finished your psychology homework."
Qin Sheng said,
"Okay, by the way, I've also written Xiaofang. Well... I'll tell my dad later that you are a good person. I'll give you a salary increase. What's your deputy position? I think you can definitely be promoted. Yes!"
Lao Gen's honest face forced a smile that was uglier than crying.
"Thank you, Master."
