Let go of that monster girl!

It can only be said that the author is not particularly gifted and it's impossible for his book to become a platinum book. He just hopes to learn slowly and tell an interesting little story.

cough cough.

(Sit up)

It will be easy for readers to see that this book borrows heavily from RimWorld and many other works in many of its settings.

However, it only slightly referenced the setting and some ideas.

One time when I opened a game.

Ah, what a dangerous world! A bunch of cute little mice, who could die meaninglessly at any moment.

Blood rained down outside as dozens of cultists, wielding evil secret arts and armed with daggers, launched an attack, threatening to kill Xiaoshu in an instant. The situation was extremely critical.

When I looked down, I saw eight Zeppelins, six Maus tanks, two armored trains, and more than twenty heavy automatic turrets parked in the courtyard.

The city walls were still made of armor plates.

Ok.

That's fine.

That's how the inspiration for this book came about.

In the process of creating this book, in addition to the two well-known farming novels Sequence 0, there were actually several other lesser-known books that influenced the writing process, most of which have already stopped updating.

The author was so impressed by the writing that he almost wanted to do the refrigeration himself.

But once you actually get started, it's true that everything is difficult at the beginning, difficult in the middle, and difficult at the end.

Thank you, King of Ginger Tea, you're such a nice person.

('?`」∠)_

As for updates, I'll give it my all today and try to update more, at least double the amount.

I'll try to update more tomorrow.

After that, if the first order exceeds 300, we'll aim for 6000 per day.

If we get over 400 orders on the first day, we'll try our best.

First-day subscriptions over 500? That's highly unlikely, so the author is just going all out.

The author still wants to get the badge for writing 10,000 words a day, but the ability doesn't allow it.

In short, please subscribe first.

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Chapter 132 Reputation, and Jimmy's Reputation

Moren sat on a creaking wooden chair with a rough cloth around his neck, while two catgirls moved rapidly around his head.

The black and white cat held up scissors and snipped away, while the orange cat used a fine-toothed comb and a small razor. Their movements were so smooth and coordinated that even the wagging of their tails was synchronized.

"Xiaohua, hand me the comb."

"Call us Teacher Tommy in the shop, meow!"

On another chair next to him, Lyme had two small scissors stuck in his head, and his eyes under his bangs were intently staring at a small booklet in his little hand, which was full of pictures of trendy cats with all sorts of exquisite and beautiful hairstyles.

Two cats with beautifully curled hair were crouching beside the slime. One of them was holding a small shovel that was half-finished and still smoking. Apparently, all physical attempts to trim the slime had failed, and they were now trying a mental solution.

The curly-haired cat clasped its paws together, looking serious.

"Go for it, Miss Lime! This is a meditation technique from the East, meow!"

"Just concentrate on thinking about the hairstyle you want, and your hair will change on its own, meow!"

"My hairstyle has changed, meow."

Has it changed, meow?

"It must have changed, meow."

No change at all.

It seems that things haven't remained completely unchanged. For a fleeting moment, Moren felt that Lime's soft, viscous hair seemed to have shortened slightly.

But upon closer inspection, it seems not to be there.

It might be an illusion.

The Dark Zone has no concept of day and night, but while the night is endless, the rat girls' energy is not limitless.

As a result, the grand festival outside the tents eventually came to an end.

Several female mice were drunk, their little cheeks flushed, and they swayed back and forth, taking three steps forward and two steps back.

A mouse bought too much good food, holding a huge pile of paper bags and oil paper bags in its arms, its mouth stuffed full, unable to finish it all, and stood by the roadside with a worried look on its face.

She had no choice but to distribute them everywhere. Every time she handed out a package, the mouse that received it would take out a small thing from its pocket and give it to her as a return gift. Soon her hands were piled up with all sorts of glowing pebbles, toys and balls of yarn, making them even heavier than before.

In the distance, the mermaid girl pushed her wheelchair, drifting close to the ground, while the octopus-girl nuns chased after her with fishing nets, grinning mischievously.

They were quickly arrested by the militia rats responsible for maintaining order.

The former was criticized and educated for speeding, while the latter was fined and forced to sweep the floor.

The octopuses could carry a dozen or so tools at a time, and the garbage they swept up piled up into mountains, which they eventually dumped into the unsold glowing seawater tanks.

It hissed and bubbled, then dissolved completely in the blink of an eye.

Fox Seventeen sat on a bench behind the candy coupon exchange point, with the blond-haired shop assistant sitting beside her, guarding the candy scale, yawning. Behind them stood a handwritten wooden sign with neat characters that read:

"The sugar coupons are valid indefinitely and can be redeemed at the market management office at any time."

Most of the rats were illiterate, so the text was written for the literate merchants.

Most merchants were skeptical, but 80% of them immediately exchanged all their sugar coupons for candy.

Fox Seventeen handed a bag of weighed and counted candy out of the counter with an excellent attitude, a perfectly timed smile on her face.

"Fifty red coupons and five thousand sugar cubes, you can count them."

"Twenty green coupons plus one black coupon, 110 yuan, right? Here you go, all wrapped up."

She took back the sugar coupons with one hand and pushed out the sugar packets with the other, each transaction leaving a clear record in the ledger next to her.

The blond-haired guy scratched his head.

"Seventeenth Sister, didn't we still distribute the candy?"

"Call me Miss Clerk outside!"

"Alright, Seventeenth Sister..."

But after Fox Seventeen delivered all the agreed-upon candies, handing them out in full weight and in full packages, many of the remaining merchants chose to hold onto their candy coupons and wait and see.

After all, storing large quantities of sugar requires some cost, while storing sugar coupons requires no cost.

The exquisite metal products transported from the low mountains were all traded only for sugar coupons.

Moreover, it is clear that sugar coupons will continue to circulate in the market for a considerable period of time, so some merchants have even taken the initiative to offer loose sugar and silver coins in exchange for sugar coupons.

The dog-girl merchant, holding the candy coupon in her hand, asked her companion beside her.

"Does this cost money, woof?"

"It doesn't cost money, it says 'candy' on it."

"Anything that can be used to buy things, isn't it money?"

Most people are still taking a wait-and-see approach to sugar coupons, but the discussion about them has easily distracted merchants.

So much so that not many people realize that they have unknowingly fully accepted sugar as a medium for trade.

In most noble territories, it was necessary to collect old currency and issue new currency through bloodshed.

And so, in the Aishan Northern Market, they took their first step amidst laughter and joy.

Molen adjusted his handsome new hairstyle in front of the mirror, cutting the sides shorter and leaving the top a suitable length, making him look much more refreshed.

He carefully folded the candy coupons and put them into the cats' tin money box, then snapped the lid shut.

"Teacher Xiaohua's cooking skills are quite good."

"It's Teacher Tommy, meow."

"Welcome back next time, meow!"

The tabby cat and the orange cat smiled and saw him to the door, and also gave him the hair styling booklet and the two pairs of scissors that he had forgotten to remove from his head.

"This is for Miss Lime, meow. Take your time choosing a meow when you get home."

Moren walked through the still-warm market. Most of the stalls had already drawn their curtains, and the ground was littered with fragments and remnants of candy wrappers. Several beast girls who were packing up their goods were gathering them together.

A cat is yawning, and a fox is counting its earnings for the day.

Lyme, carrying the booklet, hurriedly followed behind him.

Molen gradually made his way toward Jimmy's caravan's headquarters.

The base camp was located in a small area of ​​the camp, with a large number of tents arranged in a circle. In the middle stood a huge brick and wood structure that was half-built, with planks nailed haphazardly in all directions, and platforms and planks extending out of nowhere.

Overall, it looks like an extremely ugly cat tree.

Inside the camp, cats were rolling around on the ground, high on their own, and the air was thick with the smell of alcohol mixed with catnip.

The drunken catgirls rubbed their cheeks against the wooden pillars, snored on top of the crates, and squeezed themselves into small baskets that looked impossible to fit into, with only their cat tails sticking out.

A cat merchant who was still relatively sober quickly ran up to greet them, his face showing some apology.

"These are all cats taking a break from their shifts. There's a snake girl selling beer with catnip, so Boss Jimmy, ah, Jimmy the boss, is letting everyone relax a bit, meow."

The cats lying on the ground were mumbling incoherent, drunken ramblings.

"I earned so many candies today."

"Our Candy Cat is all our cat."

"Hehe meow".

Everywhere there were traces of the revelry: overturned cans, scattered catnip leaves, crushed paper bags, and half-eaten dried fish.

Molen glanced at the market office, which had been transformed into a giant cat tree, and couldn't help but facepalm.

Catgirls are exceptionally reliable when facing a crisis, but they turn into lazy cats if they relax.

This is why the cats' village is full of illegal buildings, and the cats have never established their own civilization.

In this respect, Jimmy is simply an anomaly among cats, the king of curly cats.

?

Jimmy's tent was unremarkable, just an ordinary little gray cloth tent, exactly like the other cats' tents, distinguishable only by a few cute cat-shaped wooden carvings hanging on the tent flap.

Molen pulled back the tent flap, and a scent of catnip wafted out.

The catgirl lay amidst a pile of pillows, her clothes disheveled, wearing only a loose white slip dress with the straps slipped down to one arm, revealing a section of her fair shoulder. Her cat ears lay limply on her messy, pale yellow hair.

Her fair legs dangled lazily from the edge of the mat, a short sock with a cat paw pattern still hanging on her ankle, swaying slightly with her purring.

Feeling the cool breeze blowing on his bottom, Jimmy groggily opened one eye, a glistening drool hanging from the corner of his mouth.

She yawned, rubbed her eyes, and made them even messier.

"Meow, the cat dreamed of a mountain made of sugar, and the mountain was covered with dried fish, meow."

Molen took two gold coins out of his pocket, tapped them together, and they made a crisp sound.

Are you awake now?

Jimmy sat up abruptly from the pile of pillows.

"Awake, meow."

He was completely unconscious.

She sat swaying, her head still spinning slightly, her hair sticking out in several directions, a slight blush on her face, her two legs crossed, her toes sticking out from under the pillow, and the socks that were hanging there a moment ago were nowhere to be seen.

Moren found a pillow in the tent to use as a cushion and sat down, waving to Lyme outside the tent.

Lem nodded, stood guard outside the tent flap, and continued to flip through the hairstyle booklet with his head down.