This Game is Too Real

　　 The construction of an outpost requires tools.

　　 And the amount needed is quite a bit.

　　 For example, tongs and hammers for forging, axes for cutting trees and saws for breaking down wood, and small tools such as screwdrivers, screws, nails, wrenches, and so on.

　　 If there is no tool, a lot of work is either difficult to carry out, or even if carried out, it is extremely inefficient.

　　 For example, the plastering knives used by players in the outposts to repair walls are all made of wood instead of [WC really has mosquitoes].

　　 In fact, if it is the first few years of the Wasteland Era, these tools can be easily found in hardware stores, department stores, repair shops, and the like.

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

However, now that two hundred years have passed, the easy-to-search places have long been raided, such as the resource-rich places such as department stores and supermarkets and repair shops. In the early years, they were even the nests of survivors. It is impossible to have many things. The rest.

　　 However, everything is not absolute.

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

　　 These things are usually sold by scavengers to nearby survivor settlements, and placed on shelves as **** for selection by the caravans in the past.

　　 Chu Guang's idea is very simple.

　　 He planned to take two players dressed as a caravan and go to the nearby Brown Farm to trade in exchange for the supplies needed by the outpost.

　　 put on the casual clothes he picked up before leaving.

　　 Chu Guang took Ye Shi and Fang Chang, starting from the south gate of the Wetland Park, avoiding the 76th Street, and proceeding to the southeast along the dilapidated path.

　　 Beit Street and Brown Farm are about the same distance from here. The straight-line distance on the map is about three kilometers. The only difference is that one is in the south and the other is in the southeast.

　　 As for why Brown Farm was chosen, the reason is actually very simple.

　　 One is that no one knows himself there, let alone knows his own details. Another is that the road to Brown Farm will be a little easier, and there will be relatively fewer ruins through.

　　 But even so, walking on the wasteland actually takes far more than three kilometers.

　　 A group of people stopped and stopped along the way, bypassing the impassable ruins. During this period, not only had to beware of alien species, but also had to be watched by malicious survivors.

　　 Finally before nine o'clock in the morning, the group arrived near the destination.

　　 At the end of the dirt road, I saw a wide iron gate, on both sides of the gate was a wall made of concrete stones.

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

　　 The dense bullet holes on the wall, and the gallows hanging from the wall, both show that the people here are not easy to mess with.

　　 It can be seen from the road signs on the side of the highway that before the war it was once a rural farmhouse.

　　 Various signs indicate that in the early days of the collapse of order, the survivors who escaped from the city occupied this place.

　　 is different from Beit Street.

　　 Mr. Brown, the owner of the Brown Farm, is a real landlord, and there is not a large number of free people like Bette Street.

　　 There are only two identities for people living here, either as a farmer’s thug or as a serf.

　　 However, Chu Guang was not too worried that the other party would be malicious, but any forces that had two plots of land to plant seldom actively attacked outsiders. After all, those who wear shoes have to weigh whether it is worth bullying barefoot.

　　 walked to a position about ten meters away from the iron gate and stopped.

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

　　 And at the same time the group stopped, a black barrel of a gun also protruded from between the aluminum alloy plates on the wall.

　　 The weapon is shown, which means there is no hostility.

　　 It seemed that this contact was considered successful, and Chu Guang heaved a sigh of relief.

　　 The man standing on the wall shouted aggressively.

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

　　 "We are not malicious, but we just want to exchange something with you." Signaling the players behind him not to be nervous, Chu Guang looked at the man in front of him unchanged and said.

　　 "Change something?"

　　 The man quickly glanced at the cart behind the three of them, did not remove his index finger from the trigger, and still stared at Chu Guang with suspicious eyes.

　　 "I haven't seen you, where did you come from?"

　　 Chu Guang moved out the excerpts prepared in advance.

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

　　 The man asked after a while.

　　 "Nomads?"

　　 Chu Guang shrugged and gave him an ambiguous answer.

　　 "It depends on how you understand it."

　　 Nomads are not uncommon in the wasteland, especially in the suburbs, and they can even be said to be relatively common.

　　 These people usually do not enter the city, and mainly wander in the wilderness between the cities.

They don’t farm, they live on grazing and hunting, chasing the footprints of alien species and herds, migrating from one area to another, and occasionally doing business like merchants, using their hunted prey and picked up garbage. Exchange for daily necessities.

　　Of course, they also occasionally engage in the sale of house and robbery.

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

　　 The man didn't immediately trust the three people in front of the door, but the guns in their hands made him afraid to act rashly.

　　 Especially don't know how many people are in their "tribe".

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

"50 kilograms of dried bacon, 20 kilograms of smoked fish, and 10 mutated hyena fur... We need hardware tools and food grown in the ground. I promise that we will leave when the transaction is completed, and we will never stay here for another second. "

　　 At last he believed that this group was here for a deal, and the man slowly withdrew the muzzle that was sticking out of the bunker, and said in a warning tone.

　　 "You guys are waiting here, I'll go back and ask for instructions."

　　 "Please."

After 　　 finished speaking, Chu Guang stood there quietly and waited.

　　 The two players behind him whispered.

　　 "This survivor's stronghold is a bit ridiculous... I'm talking about the architectural style here, which has that kind of post-apocalyptic taste."

　　 "Indeed, it seems that there is a lot of content in this update."

　　 "So, is that a new NPC?"

　　 "It should be, but I don't know what he is talking about."

　　 "Ghost knows, I only know that the expression looks pretty awkward..."

"I feel so too."

　　 No one likes to be pointed at by a gun.

　　 Chu Guang didn't like it either.

　　 But after all, I can't resurrect myself, so I still have to restrain myself when I'm surfing outside.

　　 didn't wait too long, the iron door in front opened quickly.

　　 A wooden trailer was pulled by a shackled serf and walked out of the wall under the watch of two gunmen.

　　Sacks full of grain and tools stuffed with wooden frames are piled on the trailer.

　　 The man who had previously shouted to Chu Guang on the fence also walked out of the door, staring at him with piercing eyes.

　　 "Liu Zhengyue."

　　 "Chu Guang."

　　 The two shook hands briefly, and quickly let go.

　　 Looking at Chu Guang, Liu Zhengyue continued.

　　 "I want to know what meat your car is carrying."

　　 "The dried bacon is the meat of mutant hyenas. Smoked fish are catfish and crucian carp. You can check it at will." Chu Guang said calmly.

　　 He knows what this person is worried about.

　　 Liu Zhengyue didn't talk nonsense, walked forward, reached out and lifted the plastic sheet on the cart, and checked it closely.

　　Especially those smoked meats, they are the focus of inspection.

　　 He took a small knife from his waist, randomly picked a good-quality jerky, cut off a thumb-sized section, and threw it to the serf pulling the cart.

"ate."

　　 The serf did not dare to resist, and hurriedly stuffed the jerky into his mouth, for fear of being beaten for a while, chewed for a while and said quickly.

　　 "It's the meat of a mutant hyena, no salt, pure air-dried."

　　It is normal that there is no salty smell. After all, it is inland. Liu Zhengyue didn't say much, and waited quietly with his eyes closed slightly.

　　 Almost ten minutes have passed.

　　 Seeing that the serf didn't react any abnormally, his eyebrows stretched slightly, he turned his head to look at Chu Guang, and said with his hands gestures.

　　 "For 1 kg of bacon and smoked fish, exchange 2 kg of green wheat or 2 kg of croissants. For the fur to change tools, one for one piece."

　　 Lamb horn potato is a root crop. It tastes a bit like a potato and shaped like a goat’s horn.

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

　　 When he was on Beit Street before, Chu Guang once saw survivors planting this thing at his door, for example, the Yu's house opposite the door.

　　 Chu Guang also tried to plant before, but quickly gave up.

　　 It’s not that he can’t grow it, but he has to go out to pick up waste every day. No one at home is watching. The first crop has just grown a little bit, so I don’t know which family will let him go...

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

"One kilogram of bacon can be exchanged for at least five kilograms of grain, half of green wheat and croissant potatoes. In addition, these furs are all good furs, and one has to change at least three tools," Chu Guang shook his head and said, "I Have been to Beit Street, don’t think I don’t know the market."

　　 The price is quoted just for bargaining.

　　 However, what Chu Guang did not expect was that after listening to his offer, this Liu Zhengyue did not counter-offer, but looked at him with a look of astonishment.

　　 Could it be that I reported too high?

　　 Just when Chu Guang was thinking about whether to give in, the man in front of him finally recovered, looked at Chu Guang with a strange expression, and slowly nodded his head.

"……make a deal."

　　Aren't these people bargaining in business?

　　 Chu Guang was taken aback at first, but his previous experience in sales made him immediately understand what was going on, and he suddenly cursed in his heart.

Grass!

　　 The mayor that dog said!

　　 How dare you to mess around with food prices!

　　 The two players next to them were confused all the way. After all, they couldn't understand the language, and they couldn't understand the communication between the manager and the "indigenous" in front of them.

　　 But watching that man nod his head...

　　Should the transaction be concluded?

　　 Just don't know why, the manager's face is not pretty.

　　 50 kilograms of dried bacon and 20 kilograms of smoked fish, a total of 350 kilograms of green wheat and croissants, stuffed a dozen sacks.

　　 The remaining ten pieces of fur were replaced by thirty tools.

　　 When Chuguang selects tools, he picks those with better quality, preferably alloy products produced before the war.

　　 Don’t look at it, these are old antiques two hundred years ago.

　　In terms of quality, it is better than imitations made of iron or pure steel by the aborigines on the wasteland.

　　 Liu Zhengyue didn't say anything, and didn't care about Chu Guang's choice.

　　 Obviously, there is still a pile of these tools in the farm. Bacheng was sold by scavengers picking up **** nearby, and passing merchants picked the rest.

　　 After the grains were weighed, they were all loaded on the cart.

　　 Liu Zhengyue and Chu Guang shook their hands, and finally a stiff smile was squeezed out on the faces strained from distrust.

"welcome again."

"I will."

"We still have some varieties of tobacco leaves here. Do you need them?" Liu Zhengyue took out a handful of dried tobacco leaves from her pocket and promoted to Chuguang, "It can relieve fatigue and add flavor when wrapped in food. ,very useful."

　　 "Next time, we have nothing to trade."

　　 If he could, Chu Guang originally wanted to buy one or two slaves and call it back, but as he said, he had nothing to trade.

　　 Maybe next time?

　　 "No no no, my friend, this bag does not charge money, it is a gift for you."

　　 Liu Zhengyue stuffed it into Chu Guang's hand with a smile on his face. This time his smile was much more adept than before.

　　 Hearing that it was a gift, Chu Guang stopped rejecting it and accepted it decisively.

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

　　 Pump yourself?

impossible.

　　The transaction is finally completed.

　　 Chu Guang instructed Fang Chang to drag the cart on the road, and finally shook hands with this Liu Zhengyue, and then turned and followed with Ye Shi.

　　 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 are in the same mood, and they are discussing excitedly at the moment.

　　 "This is Brown Farm?"

Fang Chang: "Well, I remember the same name... Not surprisingly, the trading system and the new neutral force stronghold were tested today! It's just my guess. Next, we will update the brand new running business gameplay. Remember what the dog said to us before planning? Wasteland OL’s economic system will be designed according to a completely real demand supply system, and the exchange of materials with other survivors’ gathering places is indispensable! I guess this part of the content will be in two parts. Update within one version!"

　　 Yeshi: "Mom, I'm looking forward to the public beta when you say that!"

　　 Fang Chang: "The public beta is estimated to be early. The game company has a lot of ambitions, and there is still a lot of content to be tested. But I feel that there is no need to wait until the public beta. By the internal beta stage, the game content should be very rich!"

　　 Yeshi: "But then again...Are you sure you are talking about dog planning here~www.wuxiamtl.com~Can't Guang brother hear me?"

　　 Fang Chang took a breath.

　　 "Hi...grass, I'm so panicked when you say that. Brother Guang, I was wrong, I would rather be my father!"

　　 Chu Guang: "……"

never mind.

　　 I didn’t hear it.

　　As a conscientious NPC, Chu Guang did not participate in the discussion between the two players. His eyes were naturally scattered around, seemingly wandering casually, but in fact he was observing every place that might hide dangerous shadows.

　　 It is around ten in the morning, which is a relatively safe time.

　　 But it cannot be taken lightly.

　　In the wasteland, anything can happen.

　　 "Did you hear any noise?" Ye Shi, who was tugging with Fang Chang, suddenly stopped and frowned and looked around.

"sound?"

　　 Fang Chang was taken aback for a moment. Although he heard nothing, his footsteps still stopped.

　　 Chu Guang frowned, glanced at his surroundings vigilantly, and unconsciously pushed away the safety on the gun.

　　 He heard the voice too...

　　 is the breath of a different species!

Chu Guang suddenly raised his head and looked towards the vine-covered buildings along the street on the right front. He saw a monster with an abominable face crawling on the wall. The gray-black complexion almost blended with the wall. It was scarlet. His eyes locked on everyone motionless.

　　 It has no legs. Instead, it has four slender and explosive arms, with dry fingers like hooks, firmly fixing the body to the concrete structure wall.

　　 The muscles in his chest were undulating gently, a human leg bone was held at the corner of his **** mouth, and the hissing nose exuded a desire for flesh and blood.

　　 Chu Guang's pupils suddenly shrank, almost shrinking to a point.

crawler!