This game is awesome

Gu Qingshi looked at the review report of "Fallen Sea" in her hand and commented aloud.

In this report, the author complained as much as possible about how he worked two hours in the game and was scolded by his stupid supervisor.

Seeing this, Gu Qingshi was secretly happy.

This reminded her of another workplace simulator.

"Esoteric Cult Simulator".

A narrative card game with a unique style and rich atmosphere.

To be honest, she didn't continue playing, or it was going too smoothly for her.

She never encountered any esoteric religions, invisible arts, authorities, secret histories, or the Si of Hours. She was focused on work and making money. At most, she would recruit a cultist to assassinate her boss, and then continue to work and make money.

After playing for a few weeks, Gu Qingshi watched her money increase and finally closed the game.

Although Gu Qingshi didn't understand the game, it didn't stop her from knowing that it was a good game.

Just like there are people who don’t like Picnic and Borderlands, but no one can deny the excellence of these works.

A truly excellent work is one that players will acknowledge as excellent even if they don’t like it.

——The players mentioned here are normal players.

“It would be better to add a little crisis element to give players a sense of tension. The positive feedback is a bit lacking in stamina without contrast and suppression.”

Gu Qingshi looked at the evaluation report and made brief comments.

She raised her head and saw Ge Wulin staring at her.

Gu Qingshi swallowed her saliva. She knew the reputation of this Senior Brother Ge in the school. It was said that his painting exhibition had frightened an old lady, and his name was often used by teachers in his undergraduate school to stop children from crying at night.

Gu Qingshi shrank her head, which was a bit cute.

"Uh... Brother, you are a designer, so just use mine as a reference."

Ge Wulin clasped his fist and slammed it to the ground with a loud sound.

"Boss Gu, you came up with a great idea! I cannot thank you enough. I will definitely add your name to this game!"

............

However, Li Xiaomeng fled from the Xianyang Municipal Culture and Tourism Bureau and followed the professional team straight to the Hetao Horse Farm thousands of miles away.

There is a field of green grass, high mountains in the distance and clear sky. It is indeed a very beautiful scenery.

On the way, the tour guide said that this was the place where the great Han Dynasty general Huo Qubing raised his military horses. Li Xiaomeng looked at the monument erected on the ground in front of the entrance to the horse farm attraction and it seemed to be true. For this reason, she even bought a stuffed doll of a horse stepping on a flying swallow sold in the horse farm store.

369, three yang numbers, symbolizes good luck and fortune, but Li Xiaomeng almost dropped her phone when she was paying.

Li Xiaomeng thought about it and realized that what she bought was not a doll, but mainly a piece of historical heritage - the place where Huo Qubing raised horses.

These dolls all have the charm of a big man.

After the tour guide left, Li Xiaomeng followed the professional team to rent a horse, and she chatted with the horse trainer.

"Master, this place used to be where Huo Piaoyao raised horses?"

The old man was wearing a baseball cap and sitting on the teeth in front of the door, smoking in one hand and watching the beautiful girl dancing on his mobile phone in the other.

He was puzzled after hearing this, "Who told you that?"

"The tour guide said that this is the horse camp of the Han cavalry."

The old master looked like he was another fool and asked, "Didn't you search the Internet beforehand?"

"We don't raise horses here. Our horse farm has been established for less than 30 years. Huo Qubing's military horse farm is in the Shandan Horse Farm in the north..."

Li Xiaomeng was dumbfounded as she held her "Horse Stepping on Flying Swallow" doll.

"What about that stone at the door?"

The old master nodded. "That's true. When Huo Qubing led his army, he stationed his horses here. I think he fed the horses with water from the river in the east. It's been thousands of years. Who knows?"

The old master looked up at the doll in Li Xiaomeng's hand and was surprised.

"How can you sell this thing that costs 3.5 yuan wholesale? You are being cheated, little girl. Only a fool would buy this thing!"

Li Xiaomeng: “….”

Can you speak?

Li Xiaomeng stuffed the doll into the master's arms and wanted to cry.

"You continue to smoke, I'll just go for a walk."

She walked around outside for a while, lying outside the fence and watching the staff bathing a group of chestnut ponies.

The pony shook his head and sneezed.

Li Xiaomeng looked at it with a bit of disdain, feeling that the pony was not as smart as the one she had brought when she was recording on the battlefield.

Coincidentally, the key figure of the professional team for field trips and filming, the producer and director of the third development department, came over and waved to Li Xiaomeng when he saw her. The programmers in the development positions behind him looked miserable.

"Director Xiao Li, are you looking at your horse?"

"Why are you still cursing?" Li Xiaomeng frowned. She didn't offend this person.

The director was stunned for a moment, then explained, "No, no. Director Xiao Li, this is your horse."

"I'm an orphan."

Li Xiaomeng put her hands on her hips, without any psychological burden.

She is really an orphan, the kind of destined protagonist. So from childhood to adulthood, Li Xiaomeng has never lost in a war of words.

She has an innate advantage.

The director was speechless and had no choice but to explain again: "This is the horse you will ride later."

Chapter 288 [This is really my horse]

"Is this really my horse?"

Li Xiaomeng was a little surprised. She had never received such a unique gift in her life.

The producer director moved his lips, feeling that Li Xiaomeng's words were full of loopholes.

"We're going to get on the horses and learn some basic horsemanship later."

Li Xiaomeng was confused.

"But aren't we here to record voices? Why do we have to learn how to ride a horse?"

"No, no, no, we are here to learn how to ride a horse first, and then record the sound. How can we simulate the dynamics of riding a horse during development if we have never ridden a horse before?"

"I think I don't need any dating experience to play dating games..."

The director smiled. "Wouldn't it be more realistic to make a game with experience in love? Director Li, please stop talking. This has been decided by Director An and approved by General Manager Gu. You should practice quickly. There will be people taking turns later."

Most of the other people are at the archaeological site, and they take turns to come to the stable to learn horse riding. Once they have learned it, the next group will take over.

Li Xiaomeng's face suddenly turned bitter, and her expression was similar to that of the programmers around the producer and director.

The old master saw that everyone was there and took them to the training ground.

This was originally a training ground for racing horses, but there is little breeding and training of racing horses in the Hetao Horse Farm, so it is also used for tourists to experience horse riding.

Several coaches came out leading horses, five tall horses and a chestnut pony a little over one meter tall.

Li Xiaomeng frowned and asked, "Why is my horse so small? Is it an adult?"

The director smiled and said, "Then you can ride my horse."

The director pointed at the tallest horse. Li Xiaomeng looked up and saw that the horse's head was seven or eight centimeters taller than her...

Li Xiaomeng trembled, "Can I go up here?"

"Don't worry, there's a stool. Just don't fall. It's so high, even with protective gear it would definitely hurt if you fell."

Li Xiaomeng thought that if he was sitting at a height of 1.67 meters and moving quickly, he would be like a watermelon rolling off a truck. His bones would be broken, right?

She quickly shook her head, "No, no! I still like something smaller and more delicate."

Li Xiaomeng walked in front of her horse. The chestnut pony looked at her, and she looked at the chestnut pony.

With a "pa-ji" sound, the big tongue stuck out, and Li Xiaomeng took two steps back in fright.

She probably understood why the Indians were so frightened by the European horses.

The old master laughed and instructed Li Xiaomeng to get on the horse.

When Li Xiaomeng sat on the horse's back tremblingly, she felt her buttocks sore as soon as she started walking.

This one still has a saddle.

The old master guided Li Xiaomeng and asked her to try horse stance, but Li Xiaomeng didn't dare to do it. She was timid and afraid of falling down accidentally.

The horse was in a good mood and walked slowly. Li Xiaomeng whispered to the horse.

"Xiao Ma, how much do you eat a day?"

Li Xiaomeng was so nervous that she spoke incoherently. Xiao Ma stuck out his tongue and barked a few times.

The old master wanted to laugh when he saw this. It was really rare that a man and a horse could talk to each other.

"I have to eat three meals a day, four or five meals a day. It's much more than a human being eats."

Li Xiaomeng asked in surprise: "How many times a day do you have to pull the arrows?"

Master: “…several times.”

"Then my stomach must be in trouble. I only have bowel movements once a day."

........

Every peck and every sip is predestined.

The old master had just accidentally persecuted Li Xiaomeng when he was targeted by Li Xiaomeng.

This is not the end yet. Li Xiaomeng has to practice at the Hetao Horse Farm for four or five days, and then follow Pei E to walk the Silk Road again.

I won’t discuss this here.