Early the next morning.
Outside Red Sun Stronghold.
One hundred thousand players belonging to the Iron Blood Brotherhood lined up outside the stronghold, each holding a bag of Green Devil Vine Seeds.
Those seeds were enough to plant ten mu of farmland. Looking across the several great plains outside Red Sun Stronghold, players could be seen farming everywhere.
Though it was rather labor-intensive, every player wore a smile. They knew that if they farmed according to Lu Yang's method, they could earn at least 8,000 yuan a month, far more than they could make working outside the game.
Twenty years ago, a saying had circulated among the elite: it was becoming increasingly difficult for poor families to produce successful children. There had once been a set of statistics.
Among students taking the national college entrance exam, 62% came from rural families. But among China's so-called 985 and 211 universities, how many admitted children from rural families? A pitiful less than 30%. Tsinghua was only 16%, and Peking University was even lower, at just 10%.
In other words, a great number of students had actually entered provincial and municipal colleges. Yet those so-called institutions of higher learning were merely ordinary second-tier universities and vocational colleges, and the jobs their graduates found were ordinary jobs as well.
A famous graduate school instructor had once put it quite well: top companies like Huawei and Apple would never recruit from an ordinary university.
Although a newly graduated student could not be said to have no chance of entering a good company in the future, the odds were simply too low.
That had been the case twenty years ago. Today, twenty years later, the gap between rich and poor had become even wider. Therefore, these players would rather earn this money in the game than