This Game Is Too Realistic

2021-08-24

  Chapter 73 Guano Business   This is the second time that Qingquan City has ushered in since September Field of snow.

And very coincidentally, just in time for the players to rotate on and off the line. When many people pushed the door, they saw the silvery white scattered beside the torch.

"This is only late September... Winter is coming too early."

"It is indeed early."

"Rational analysis A wave, perhaps the orbital debris in outer space blocked part of the sun, causing the planet to absorb insufficient heat. In addition, the rapid decline of civilized activities caused by the war, the luxuriant vegetation weakened the greenhouse effect..."

"No, this game can still be so real?"

"That depends on how the game operator sets it up. Anyway, doesn't the setting of the official website say that they hit the sky? Allow them to talk nonsense, don't allow me to talk nonsense?"

"fuck..."

At the north gate, there was a door knock.

Confirming that it is his own, the guard on the wall greeted him, and the player next to the door lifted the latch to let the people outside.

Chu Guang looked towards the north gate.

I saw a power player and a sensory player, carrying a man who was tied into a zongzi and lacked an ear and walked quickly, and threw him in front of him.

Throwing together on the ground is the corpse of a mutant hyena.

"Dear manager, we found this guy near the elevated observation point in the north!"

Both players were injured, but the man was obviously hurt more. He was so heavy that there was a broken arrow stuck in his knee, grinning in pain.

The man lying on the ground couldn't understand what the two people behind him were saying, so he stretched his head in panic and begged Chu Guang for mercy.

"Big, sir, I am a scavenger nearby, I don't know where I offended you."

"The scavenger won't be out at this point."

"I, accidentally delayed a while..."

Ignoring this pale set of rhetoric, Chu Guang took out 5 Silver Coins from his pocket and handed them to the players, letting them divide them by themselves. , And then leaned down to look at the man, his index finger hooked up the necklace on his neckline.

There is a human finger bone strung there.

And it looks like an index finger.

In the Bloodhand clan, the skull is the "queen" vessel of the leader, and the finger bone is the decoration that most robbers are keen on.

He will cut off the index finger of the captive and dry it to make bracelets, necklaces, pendants and even ornaments such as Bone Armor, showing off bravery and brutality.

Throwing away the oily necklace in disgust, Chu Guang straightened up blankly.

He didn't look at the man who looked like dead gray, but looked towards the two players.

"Robber."

"Send to the gallows."

The two players said respectfully.

"Yes!"

"As you bid!"

Bring it back alive just because the rewards are higher for doing so. The manager's methods for robbers, Most players are no strangers.

So after hearing the order to send the gallows, there were no surprises at all.

But for the person who is about to be hanged, there is a different mentality.

As if he had guessed his own destiny, the hysterical wailing and begging for mercy were dragged all the way to the north gate, adding a bit of fear and blood to the bleak woods outside the gate.

The voice and the evil come to an abrupt end.

The north gate was closed again, and the two players dragged the corpse and walked towards the morgue.

Standing in front of the nursing home, Chu Guang didn't have the slightest pity in his heart. He even yawned. He watched the extractor stove start to run, and turned to the elevator of the nursing home.

It is already twelve o'clock in the morning.

I have to get up at six tomorrow.

The enthusiasm of these players to go online is higher than expected, and Chu Guang feels that his biological clock is about to be messed up.

……

The snow is not heavy, but it lasts for a long time. It lasts from the early hours of the morning to five o'clock in the morning of the second day.

A layer of hoarfrost is condensed on the ground, and there is a rustle on it, and when the sun rises, it disappears thoroughly, like never before.

"There seems to be less alien species in the city at night."

"Is it because of snow?"

"I guess so, maybe it's cold They all hid, but the eater seemed to have no effect. I saw them walking out of the community and wandering on the street until four or five o'clock before slowly moving back."

"Do you remember where they came from?"

"Probably remember, I will go offline for a meal, and later mark the map on the forum."

"Old Brother, steady!"

The players who returned from the detection point were talking to other players in the square of the base, and Chu Guang, who was standing at the entrance of the nursing home, caught these voices in his ears.

Since there is no Wireless Electronics, these players usually exchange information on the square, especially during the peak period of online and offline.

For Chu Guang, this is another good channel for information acquisition besides forums.

These players are like his eyes.

However, he still has things to do in a while, impossible staying here.

He has to take advantage of the heavy snow before the road is closed, and go to Brown Farm again to get some supplies back. This time he prepared a new trade item-some struvite.

At Brown Farm, it should be able to sell for a good price.

"Master manager, the materials you ordered are ready, and we can set off at any time!"

[The Escape Mole in the Canyon] in a hyena skin coat, with an excited look come over.

On his back is a temporary 7mm bolt-action iron-barreled rifle. On the left side is a nail-studded stick and short blade, and on the right is a stick filled with wood tar. The Molotov cocktail is more and more like the aboriginal people on this wasteland.

However, he has not grasped the essence yet.

After Chu Guang tried so many weapons, the most comfortable one was the water pipe with a "fork".

Looking at him nodded, Chu Guang said.

"Wait for me."

With that, Chu Guang turned around and returned to the refuge. After a while, he walked out wearing KV-1 power armor and took the shot. The nitrogen-powered hammer drawn from the system was behind him.

Seeing the manager's outfit, the surrounding players stared straight.

"Fuck, this hammer is a little handsome!"

"Nu Bian! Did I miss any plot? When will our NPC change equipment."

"I don't know, maybe it's already in the shelter... Doesn't the official website setting say that the underground is a huge cryo-sleep facility? Maybe there is an equipment warehouse?"

"Gan ! I really want to make one too!"

"Don't think about it, the NPC equipment is just for you to see, but I'm curious if this thing is really useful in the wasteland? In the face of bullets ."

"You're stupid, you haven't seen awesome armor doesn't mean you don't have it, maybe this thing is used with other things."

"The atmosphere is sudden Cyberpunk."

"What kind of cyberpunk, this is wasteland punk!"

"I know, but you are so serious about it, it seems you are very dumb."

As a competent NPC, Chu Guang neither picked up their stalks nor paid attention to their excitement and exchanges. Each minding their own business fulfilled their responsibilities and was ready to go. Next to the caravan.

Previously, Chu Guang explained in the form of a task [WC really has mosquitoes] and asked him to design a medium-distance transportation vehicle with a cargo capacity of more than five tons.

Facts have proved that as long as it is to produce tools within the scope of normal people’s understanding, this guy’s technique is quite reliable.

The entire caravan is 2.5 meters long and 1 meter wide, and the space inside is quite spacious. The chassis is also made of simple shock absorbers with springs, so there is no problem for transporters.

Taking into account the rain and dust, the roof is covered with two layers of picked up plastic cloth, and the front and rear door curtains are made.

In this way, even if it rains, you don’t have to worry about getting wet inside. It can be said to be very useful.

The only fly in the ointment is that the outpost does not raise cattle or mules, so it can only be temporarily pulled by the player.

"Go!"

Following Chu Guang's order, this caravan team composed of 6 players and 1 NPC, watched by the enviable eyes of other players, Leaving the south gate of the outpost, moved towards Brown Farm.

Different from last time.

With such a big movement this time, it will inevitably attract the attention of some alien species.

Especially like mutant cockroaches big as a puppy and mutant flies with a big washbasin. These Insect species seem to have lost their fear of humans after they are mutated, and emerge from the shadows when they hear the movement. .

However, these players are no longer just new to the game, especially after the battle of baptism, they have been able to do well when facing the enemy.

Chu Guang didn't take any action at all. He sat behind and watched the players use knives, guns, sticks and stones to drop these miscellaneous soldiers.

If there are alien species that they can't deal with, or other high-threat targets, he will naturally take action.

What’s more interesting is that Chu Guang discovered that his genetic sequence is not just a basic exercise, it can also accumulate a small amount of development progress when leading players in battle.

This unique way of evolution makes Chu Guang very curious.

However, he is currently unable to record the development progress of the gene sequence in real time, so he can only do in-depth research when the conditions are available in the future.

Stopped and stopped along the way, bypassing the ruins that could not be passed, and finally arrived at the destination before 9:30.

Outside the Brown Farm.

When Chu Guang entire group arrived near the door, they saw a brawny man carrying a shotgun, leading a weak serf out of the wall.

The two sides had a face-to-face meeting. Chu Guang didn't feel nervous on this side, but the other side became nervous.

Especially seeing the outer skeleton on Chu Guang's body and the slightly exaggerated hammer behind him, he touched the shotgun behind him subconsciously.

"We are a passing trader, don't be nervous."

"Where is there a trader at this time-hey, it's you?"

Standing on the wall Liu Zhengyue was taken aback, and the barrel that had just been stretched out was retracted again, staring straight at the outer skeleton and hammer on Chu Guang's body - and the blue jacket under the outer skeleton.

He clearly remembered that this guy was not dressed like this the last time he came here.

"Yes, it's me." Chu Guang laughed faintly, shouting at the wall, "We need food, steel and copper."

"What do you plan to exchange for "

Liu Zhengyue stared at the group of people outside the fence warily, staring back and forth on their equipment, a little undecided.

This group is obviously much stronger than when they came last time.

In principle, this is not a good time to do business. Today's winter is earlier than in previous years. They also have to save some grain for the winter, and they have to prepare some surplus to prevent the robbers from hitting the autumn wind.

The robber in the north will come here from time to time. Although the farm is not without guns, no one wants to risk fighting those people.

When the time comes, there is a wave of harassment during spring plowing, and the loss is more than just the tribute of grain.

However...

The gun that the opponent carried on his back made him have to consider the risk of rejection.

Chu Guang didn't speak, but walked to the front of the caravan, opened the curtain, took a sack from it, and tore the rope tied to it.

Liu Zhengyue's eyes narrowed, trying to see more clearly.

"This is..."

"High-purity magnesium ammonium phosphate, if you don't understand it, you can understand it as struvite, in short, it is a high-quality fertilizer," Chu Guang Looking up towards Liu Zhengyue on the wall, her tone was slightly unhappy, "Can you come down and talk, I'm tired of speaking like this."

"You wait for me for a while... I have to ask my master for instructions "

After dropping this sentence, Liu Zhengyue disappeared on the fence, but it didn't take long before he led a serf out and reappeared at the front entrance.

"My old friend...you have changed a little bit."

"I made a fortune recently."

"Are you really nomads?" Liu Zhengyue stared straight at the blue coat under Chu Guang's outer skeleton, obviously not so sure of her judgment.

"What is important?" Chu Guang laughed faintly, "Don't mind, I picked up this coat."

Seeing that Chu Guang didn’t intend to reveal more, Liu Zhengyue no longer asked, but looked towards the bag of fertilizer.

"I need to inspect the goods."

This is a reasonable request, Chu Guang nodded.

"Please."

The method of inspection is the same as last time. Liu Zhengyue kicked the serf next to him and pointed to the bag.

The slave stepped forward, stretched out his index finger and wiped it in the bag, and then put his finger in his mouth and took a sip.

"It's struvite."

Liu Zhengyue smiled upon hearing this sentence.

Although I don't know where these people got these good things from, but these things are really what they need.

After the feces of livestock and humans are heated, although it is also a kind of fertilizer, it does not contain enough nitrogen, and its comprehensive fertility is obviously not as good as struvite that has been deposited and washed by rain.

Often a handful of bird droppings is worth a large bucket of cow droppings. If the latter is used, it must be mixed with urea and sprinkled together.

Brown Farm itself is unable to produce high-quality urea in large quantities. Directly using urea not only burns the roots, but also easily causes soil compaction when mixed with manure.

Therefore, they often import synthetic and organic fertilizers from Boulder City or Honghe Town, and mix them with fermented manure.

Not only Brown Farms, but also in the surrounding area of ​​Qingquan City, almost all survivors of farming live like this.

"You make a price!"

"We only brought 300kg. You can give me a sincere price. We can still cooperate in the future."

An acre of land requires about several dozen kilograms of organic fertilizer, which cannot be generalized based on the crop, soil conditions, fertilizer types, and expected harvest.

Judging from the map before the war, the area of ​​the entire farm is not large. It can make up 80-100 acres of arable land, equivalent to 7-9 standard playgrounds.

Of course, it is not ruled out that they are engaged in three-dimensional agriculture and indoor planting. After all, similar technologies are not uncommon before the war.

Chu Guang couldn't guess their needs, so they simply asked them to quote on their own.

Liu Zhengyue said tentatively after hesitating for a moment.

"How about 300kg ...... 2 tons of green wheat?"

Upon hearing this number, Chu Guang in the heart couldn't help feeling.

It's because I didn't speak first here.

The wholesale price ratio he found on Earth's Internet is almost 1:5, and his psychological expectation is about 1:6~7.

From now on, the price of parallel world can be said to have no reference value at all.

Chu Guang looked at him and said.

"The minimum is 5 tons."

"5 tons?! This is impossible," Liu Zhengyue cry out in surprise, "Our output per acre is only 500 jin of green wheat. ."

"That's because you didn't use our fertilizer. From next year, it will be 1,000 catties."

The yield of this mutant crop is not good...

By the way, if only we could get the pre-war seed bank.

In terms of standard wheat, the output per acre of Earth in parallel world is 600 kilograms less. It is not a problem if the height is more than 1,000 kilograms. It is definitely bragging.

Chu Guang thought in his heart, forget about his own refuge, there should always be some seed stocks in those normal refuges, right?

I don't know if it is because of the distance or the weather that the pre-war crops did not become popular on the wasteland.

Or is it just this area?    "Are you dreaming? Yield a thousand catties per mu?" Liu Zhengyue's eyes widened, and she shook her head and said, "My friends, if you are really sincere, 3 tons...This is the bottom line I can accept. We have A stable supplier supplies large quantities. Do you think your struvite is irreplaceable?"

"But it must be the most cost-effective, and I don’t think they will be shipped all the way. Sell ​​it to you cheaply," Chu Guang said while looking at him, "1kg for 12kg of cereals, this is my biggest concession for the sake of early winter this year."

"We will also make a lot of grains next year. Supply this stuff. If you can’t accept the price, I’d rather go back the same way and sell it to the vendors passing by."

The struvite stones by the Linghu Lake are scattered in the south side shoal and extend to the south. On the east side, the reserves are not rich, but they are definitely quite a lot.

Chu Guang doesn't know why these survivors didn't find that piece of Feng Shui Treasure Land, but anyway, it belongs to him now.

Liu Zhengyue's heart hesitated for a while, but in the end it was nodded.

"Okay, you better not lie to me... Next spring, we need 3 tons of struvite, which will be used during the planting season. Where are you? Qingquan City or the surrounding area? If not far, we You can pick up the goods at your door."

"It's not necessary. When this winter passes, we will naturally deliver the goods."

Chu Guang smiled and stretched out his right hand.

"Then I wish us a happy cooperation."

Although his face hurts, Liu Zhengyue squeezed out a smile and took his extended hand.

"...Happy cooperation."

(End of this chapter)