This Game is Too Real

The construction of outposts requires tools.

And a lot is needed.

For example, tongs and hammers for forging, axes for cutting trees and saws for decomposing wood, as well as small tools such as screwdrivers, screws, nails and wrenches.

Without tools, a lot of work is either difficult to carry out, or even if it is carried out, it is extremely inefficient.

For example, the plastering knives used by players in the outpost to repair the wall are substitutes made of wood by [WC really has mosquitoes].

In fact, in the first few years of the wasteland era, these tools can be easily found in hardware stores, department stores, repair shops and so on.

Thanks to the advanced material technology before the war, the quality of these things is usually a good batch.

However, two hundred years later, places that are easy to search have long been searched out, such as department stores, repair shops and other resource rich places. In the early years, they were even the nest of survivors, and it was impossible to have much left.

However, everything is not absolute.

Just like today, 211 years later, scavengers can still find a little poor materials from the waste soil, there will always be some good things left by careless people.

These items are usually sold by scavengers to nearby survivor settlements and placed on shelves as garbage for passing caravans to choose from.

Chu Guang's idea is very simple.

He plans to take two players disguised as caravans and go to the nearby Brown farm to trade in exchange for the materials needed by the outpost.

Before leaving, I changed into my picked up civilian clothes.

Chu Guang took night ten and Fang Chang, set out from the South Gate of the Wetland Park, avoided 76th street, and walked along the broken path to the southeast.

Bette street and brown farm are about the same distance from here. The straight-line distance on the map is about three kilometers. The difference is only that one is in the due south and the other is in the southeast.

The reason for choosing Brown farm is actually very simple.

One is that no one knows himself there, let alone his details. Another is that the road to brown farm will be a little easier, and there will be relatively few ruins.

But even so, walking on the waste soil actually takes more than three kilometers.

The party walked and stopped all the way, bypassing the impassable ruins. During this period, they not only need to guard against alien species, but also have to be careful to be watched by ill intentioned survivors.

Finally, before 9 a.m., the party arrived near their destination.

At the end of the muddy road, there is a spacious iron gate, with concrete and stone walls on both sides.

The wall is not high, which is less than three meters. A row of aluminum alloy canopy and steel bars are inserted on the wall. It seems that it is made of industrial waste.

The numerous bullet holes on the wall and the gallows with skeletons hanging outside the wall all show that the people here are not easy to provoke.

As can be seen from the road signs on the side of the road, it used to be an idyllic farmhouse before the war.

There are signs that survivors who escaped from the city occupied it at the beginning of the collapse of order.

Unlike Bette street.

Mr. Brown, the farmer of brown farm, is a real landlord, and there are not as many free people as Bette street.

There are only two identities for people living here, either the thugs of farmers or serfs.

However, Chu Guang is not too worried about the bad intentions of the other party. However, those who have two pieces of land to plant rarely take the initiative to attack outsiders. After all, those who wear shoes have to weigh whether it is worth bullying barefoot.

Walk to a place about ten meters away from the iron gate and stop.

Chu Guang raised his right fist and motioned the two players behind him to stop.

And just as the party stopped, a black barrel also stretched out from between the aluminum alloy plates on the fence.

Showing weapons means no hostility.

It seemed that the contact was successful, and Chu Guang was a little relieved.

The man standing on the wall shouted angrily.

"Hey, stop! Who are you? What are you doing here!"

"We have no malice, just want to change something with you." motioned the players behind us not to be nervous, Chuguang looked at the man in front of him and said.

"Change something?"

The man took a quick look at the cart behind the three people. He didn't remove his index finger from the trigger. He still stared at Chu Guang with suspicious eyes.

"I haven't seen you. Where are you from?"

Chu Guang moved out his prepared speech.

"From the wilderness, we recently moved to this area."

The man asked hesitantly.

"Nomads?"

Chu Guang shrugged and gave him an ambiguous answer.

"See how you understand."

Nomads are not uncommon on waste soil, especially in the suburbs, and even more common.

These people usually don't enter the urban area and mainly swim in the wilderness between cities.

They don't work in farming. They make a living by grazing and hunting. They catch up with the footprints of different species and herds, migrate from one area to another, and occasionally do business like businessmen, exchanging hunted prey and collected garbage for daily necessities.

Of course, they occasionally do the business of looting.

There are no good or bad people in the absolute sense on the waste land. Under specific circumstances and conditions, anyone can become a predator.

The man did not immediately trust the three men in front of the door, but the guns in their hands made him dare not act rashly.

In particular, I don't know how many people there are in their "tribe".

"What do you have? What are you going to change?"

"50 kilos of dried bacon, 20 kilos of smoked fish and 10 pieces of fur of mutant hyenas... We need hardware tools and grain grown in the field. I promise we'll leave after the transaction is completed and never stay here for another second."

Finally, I believe this group of people came to trade. The man slowly pulled back the muzzle of the gun extending out of the bunker and said in a warning tone.

"You wait here. I'll go back and ask for instructions."

"Help yourself."

After that, Chu Guang stood quietly waiting.

The two players behind him whispered.

"This survivor's stronghold is a bit of a cow... I'm talking about the architectural style here. It has the smell of post apocalypse."

"Indeed, it seems that this update has a lot of content."

"Is that the new NPC?"

"It should be. I just don't know what he's talking about."

"I don't know. I only know that expression looks terrible..."

"I think so."

No one likes being pointed at.

Chu Guang doesn't like it either.

But after all, I can't revive myself. I still have to restrain myself when there are waves outside.

Without waiting too long, the iron door in front quickly opened.

A wooden trailer was pulled by a handcuffed serf and came out of the fence under the surveillance of two gunmen.

The trailer was piled with sacks full of grain and tools stuffed with wooden frames.

The man who had shouted to Chu Guang on the wall also came out of the door and stared at him with bright eyes.

"Liu Zhengyue."

"Chu Guang."

They simply shook hands and soon released.

Looking at Chu Guang, Liu Zhengyue continued.

"I want to know what meat you're carrying in your car."

"Dried bacon is the meat of mutant hyenas, and smoked fish is catfish and crucian carp. You can check it at will," Chu Guang said calmly.

He knew what the man was worried about.

Liu Zhengyue didn't talk nonsense. She went forward, reached out to lift the plastic cloth on the scooter and checked it closely.

Especially those bacon, is the focus of inspection.

He took out a knife from his waist, randomly picked a piece of meat jerky of good quality, cut off a section the size of his thumb and threw it to the serf pulling the cart.

"Yes."

The serf did not dare to resist. He quickly stuffed the dried meat into his mouth for fear that he would be beaten half a beat later. After chewing for a while, he quickly said.

"It's the meat of a mutant hyena. It's salt free and air dried."

It's normal to have no salt taste. After all, it's inland. Liu Zhengyue didn't say much. She waited quietly with her eyes closed.

Almost ten minutes later.

Seeing that the serf had no abnormal reaction, his eyebrows stretched slightly, looked back at Chu Guang, and said with both hands.

"One kilogram of bacon and smoked fish, two kilos of green wheat, or two kilos of croissants. Fur for tools, one for another."

Croissant potato is a root crop. It tastes a bit like a potato and is shaped like the horn of a goat.

Because it is rich in carbohydrates and easy to store and grow, this thing, like green wheat, is the main ration for survivors in the nearby area.

When he was in Beite street before, Chu Guang once saw survivors planting this thing at the door of his house, such as Yu's house opposite the door.

Chu Guang had tried to plant it before, but he soon gave up.

It's not that he can't plant it, but he goes out to pick up waste every day. No one at home looks at it. The first crop just grows a little, and I don't know which family left smoothly

It might be a good idea to buy some croissants and plant them at the outpost.

"One kilogram of bacon should be exchanged for at least five kilograms of grain, half of green wheat and half of croissant potatoes. In addition, these fur are good fur, and at least three tools should be exchanged for one," Chu Guang shook his head and said, "I've been to Beite street. Don't think I don't know the market."

The price is quoted only for bargaining.

However, to Chu Guang's surprise, after hearing his offer, Liu Zhengyue didn't make a counter-offer, but looked at him in amazement.

Did you report too high?

Just as Chu Guang was wondering whether to take the initiative to make a step, the man in front of him finally came back. He looked at Chu Guang strangely and nodded slowly.

"... deal."

Do these people do not bargain?

Chu Guang was stunned at first. However, his previous sales experience immediately made him understand what was going on, and he immediately scolded in his heart.

Grass!

That dog's mayor!

Even food prices dare to fool around!

The next two players are ignorant throughout the whole process. After all, they don't know the language, and they can't understand the communication between the manager and the "indigenous" in front of them.

But look at the man nodding

Should it be a deal?

I just don't know why, the manager's face is not very good-looking.

50 kilograms of dried bacon and 20 kilograms of smoked fish were replaced with 350 kilograms of green wheat and croissants, filled with more than a dozen sacks.

The remaining ten furs were replaced with thirty tools.

When choosing tools, Chu Guang chose those with better quality, preferably the alloy products produced before the war.

Don't look, it's all an antique two hundred years ago.

In terms of quality, I don't know how much better it is than the imitation made of iron or pure steel by the aborigines on the waste soil.

Liu Zhengyue didn't say anything. She didn't care about Chu Guang's pickiness at all.

Obviously, there is still a pile of these tools in the farm. Eight Chengdu is sold by garbage pickers nearby, and the merchants passing by pick up the rest.

After the grain was weighed, it was all loaded on the cart.

Liu Zhengyue and Chu Guang shook hands, and finally squeezed out a stiff smile on their face tightened because of distrust.

"Welcome back."

"I will."

"We still have some varieties of tobacco leaves here. Do you need them?" Liu Zhengyue took out a handful of sun dried tobacco leaves from her pocket and sold them to Chu Guang. "It can relieve fatigue and increase flavor when wrapped in food. It's very easy to use."

"Next time, we have nothing to trade."

If he could, Chuguang wanted to buy one or two slaves to go back to work, but as he said, he had nothing to trade.

Maybe next time?

"No, no, no, my friend, this bag is free. It's a gift for you."

Liu Zhengyue put it into Chu Guang's hand with a smile. This time his smile is much more skilled than before.

Hearing that it was sent, Chu Guang no longer refused and resolutely accepted it.

Although he doesn't smoke this thing, he should be able to exchange it for one or two chips.

Smoke yourself?

impossible.

The transaction was finally completed.

Chu Guang ordered the leader to drag the cart on the road. Finally, he shook hands with Liu Zhengyue, and then turned around with Yeshi.

On the way back, Chu Guang was in a very good mood.

This transaction can be described as a bumper harvest.

The two players who came with him were in the same good mood and were discussing excitedly at the moment.

"This is called Brown farm?"

Square length: "Well, I remember the same name... Not surprisingly, today's test should be the trading system and the new stronghold of neutral forces! It's just my guess that a new way of running business should be updated next. Do you remember what the dog told us before planning? The economic system of waste land ol will be designed according to the completely real demand supply system and gather with other survivors Material exchange is essential! I estimate that this part will be updated in two versions! "

Night 10: "Mom, I'm looking forward to the public beta when you say so!"

Fang Chang: "the public test is estimated to be early. The ambition of this game company is not small. It is estimated that there are still many contents to be tested. However, I don't have to wait for the public test. At the internal test stage, the game content should be very rich!"

Night 10: "but then again... Are you sure you're talking about dog planning here? Brother Guang, can't he hear you?"

Fang Chang took a breath.

"Hiss... Grass, I'm so flustered when you say so. Brother Guang, I'm wrong. It's better my father!"

Chu Guang: "

forget it.

Just ignore it.

As a conscientious NPC, Chu Guang did not participate in the discussion between the two players. His eyes naturally spread around and seemed to wander carelessly. In fact, he was observing that there might be dangerous shadows everywhere.

It's about ten o'clock in the morning. It's a safer time.

But we can't take it lightly.

Anything can happen on the waste soil.

"Did you hear anything?" Yeshi, who was pulling calves with the head, suddenly stopped, frowned and looked around.

"Sound?"

The square chief was slightly stunned. Although he didn't hear anything, his footsteps stopped.

Chu Guang frowned and took an alert look around. His index finger unconsciously pushed open the insurance on the gun.

He also heard the voice

It's a heterogeneous breath!

Chu Guang suddenly raised his head and looked at the building along the street covered with vines in front of him. He saw a hateful monster crawling on the wall. His gray black skin color was almost integrated with the wall, and his scarlet eyes locked the people motionless.

Instead of legs, it has four slender and explosive arms. Its dry fingers are like hooks, firmly fixing its body to the concrete wall.

The muscles of the chest fluctuated slightly, and a human leg bone was held in the corner of the bloody mouth. The hissing breath exuded the desire for flesh and blood.

Chu Guang's pupil contracted suddenly, almost to a point.

Climber!