Farming Together wIth Interstellar People

’s inside! I’m curious enough to die!”

“Me, me, me!”

In a short while, the first group of players gathered and stood in the middle of the crowd.

“Can we open it?” Not long after standing, one of the players asked eagerly.

Mo Song smiled and made a ‘please’ gesture.
“Yes, feel free to open the box and tell us your results afterwards.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, someone could not wait to open the gift bag in his hand.

The momentary expression, how to describe it, from full of expectation into a stunned pause, then the smile on the face disappeared, the expression blank, confused to look up, as if still living in a dream.

[Ah, ah, ah! Nervous dead me, is this a good thing or garbage? Give an accurate description!]

[Nervous +1.
How do I feel this is more exciting than opening a blind box by myself?]

[Kam, will not open out of the spirit of the guy, right?]

[Pfft Hahaha, come on, where’s the spirit guy in the game?]

As the audience waited, the player finally found his voice, “Ten, ten wheat seeds, and ten daffodil seeds, is that good or bad?”

This should be considered bad, right, after all, they are seeds?

But soon, the results of the next person told him that there is no bad, only worse.
The next buddy opened five bottles of mineral water.
Except to drink to quench thirst, there was no other role.
At least there were flower seeds, which were loved by female players, right?

Thinking about it, the first player was quickly relieved.
Okay okay, he was not the worst one!

The opening was two losers and the players felt worried but they opened their items.
At least it could not be worse than the first two.

The remaining 23 players, actually humbled themselves.
None of them wanted to be the third person to open the gift pack.
In the end, Mo Song had to step in and persuade them to open them in the order they were standing, before those people reluctantly agreed.

Just when Mo Song and the audience thought that these players would open the gift packs in order, the five standing at the front discussed and finally decided that five people would open them together.

“I’ll count to three, two, one, let’s open it together! Three, two, one!”

Only to see one of the five people, their hands seemed to be holding a burst of white light, faint and inconspicuous, but enough that the sharp-eyed audience found out.
They jumped to ask Mo Song to hurry to ask people what good things they got.

Mo Song went up to the interview as good as he was told.

The player had not yet recovered from the white light when he found himself in the center of attention.
He wiped his face and said, “Wait for me”, then lowered his head and searched in his backpack.
It didn’t take long to find it, the system had already prompted him, and the newly obtained item was placed at the end of the grid.
Soon he was holding a small round object and raised his head again.

“This is a fortune tree seed, the white light should be from it.” The owner of the seed introduced it as such, “It is said to grow 30 days after planting, after that it will bear 100 copper coins every day, or gold and diamond coins if you are lucky.”

Wow! Good stuff!

The crowd looked at the seeds with a different gaze, the fortune tree sounded very powerful, and would directly produce money, although not much, but every day, day after day, the accumulation of small amounts into a lot, a month at least 30 gold coins! Plus, the money just grows on the tree! That was also very great!

Compared to the ‘Fortune Tree Seeds’ in this player’s hand, the items opened by others seemed ordinary.
Even if someone got two lemon tree seeds, they couldn’t overpower him.

The audience and the players made a lemon sound together.

The first recognized “little emperor” was born.

After that, among the first players who went up to open the gift pack, no one had white light in their hands anymore.
The tragic results told the players who were still excited that the truth wasn’t as good as they fantasized, and that the activity of opening gift packs must be treated with a normal heart.
Otherwise they wouldn’t get the item they wanted, and it would only be themselves who would be in pain and grief.

The audience had a good time watching and cheering for them when they saw someone open a good item, but more often than not, they were still making “Hahahahaha” noises and expressing sympathy for the non-coms.

A round down, and a bunch of seeds of the non-coms had them looking at each other, with a version of the same disease, feeling sympathy for each other.
Before the people could walk back into the crowd, the audience had already urged Mo Song to hurry up and start the second game.
Mo Song acquiesced and hurriedly grabbed another number.

48, and this time there were more people.

Again, unbelieving players rushed forward and then walked down with their heads hung in despair.
Apparently, the god of luck did not take care of them, and the gift they got was not much better than the last wave.

After three batches in a row, the situation was the same.
When everyone thought that the blind box opening live was going to end under the tiger’s head, one of the 27 players in the fifth batch came forward and asked Mo Song to wait a bit before starting again.

“What do you want?” Mo Song asked curiously.

“Hey.” With a silly smile on his face, the player pulled out a large basin from his backpack.
“Luck is something that can be solved by external objects! You guys wait for me, I’ll put a buff on myself first!”

Translator Notes:

spitting sound