This Game is Too Real

  Chapter 73 Guano Business

  This is the second snowfall in Qingquan since September.

  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's indeed a bit early."

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

   "No, can this game be so real?"

   "That depends on how the game operator sets it up. Anyway, the official website is not set to say that they hit the sky, so they are allowed to talk nonsense, not me to talk nonsense?"

  "Nima..."

  At the north gate, there was a knock at the door.

  Confirmed that it was his own person, 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 only a power player and a perception player, carrying a man who was tied into a zongzi and lacked an ear and walked quickly, and threw him in front of him.

  Thrown on the ground together, there is also 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 injured more severely. There was a broken arrow stuck in his knee, and he grinned in pain.

  The man lying on the ground couldn't understand what the two people behind him were talking about. 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 scavengers won't be out at this point."

   "I, accidentally delayed a while..."

  Ignoring the pale rhetoric, Chu Guang took out 5 silver coins from his pocket and handed them to the players, let them divide them by themselves, then leaned down and looked 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 phalanx is a favorite decoration of most predators.

  He will cut off the index finger of the captive and dry it to make bracelets, necklaces, pendants and even bones and armors, showing off bravery and brutality.

   Throwing away the oily necklace in disgust, Chu Guang straightened up without expression.

  He did not look at the man who looked like a dead man, but at the two players.

   "Predator."

   "Send to the gallows."

  The two players respectfully said.

"Yes!"

   "Yes!"

  Bring it back alive just because the reward is relatively high. The manager is no stranger to the methods of predators.

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

   But for the person who is about to be hanged, it 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 closed again, and the two players dragged the corpse towards the morgue.

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

   is already twelve o'clock in the morning.

  I have to get up at six tomorrow.

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

  ...

  The snow was not heavy, but it lasted for a long time. It lasted from the early morning to five o'clock in the morning the next day.

  A layer of **** frost is condensed on the ground, and it rustles on it, and when the sun rises, it disappears completely, like it has never been before.

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

   "Is it because of snow?"

"I guess so, it might be hiding in cold weather, but those gnawing people seem to have no effect. I see them walking out of the community and wandering around the street until four or five o'clock before moving back slowly. ."

   "Do you remember where they came from?"

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

   "Brother steady!"

  Players who had returned from a shift from the detection point talked to other players on the square of the base, and Chu Guang, who was standing at the entrance of the nursing home, caught these voices in his ears.

  Because there is no radio, these players usually exchange information in the square, especially during the peak period of online and offline.

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

  These players are like his eyes.

  However, he still has things to do for a while, and it is impossible to stay here forever.

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

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

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

  [The Escape Mole in the Canyon], wearing a hyena skin jacket, walked over excitedly.

On his back is a temporary 7mm bolt-action iron-barreled rifle, a nail-studded stick and a short knife are tied to his left waist, and a burning flask filled with wood tar is tied to his right, which looks more and more like this Aboriginal people on the wasteland.

  However, he hasn't grasped the essence yet.

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

  Looking at him and nodded, Chu Guang said.

   "Wait for me."

  While speaking, Chu Guang turned around and returned to the refuge. After a while, he walked out wearing KV-1 power armor, and put the nitrogen power hammer drawn from the system on his back.

  Seeing the manager’s outfit, the surrounding players stared.

   "Fuck, this hammer is a little handsome!"

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

   "I don't know, maybe it's in the shelter... Isn't it stated on the official website that the underground is a huge cryo-hibernation 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 whether this thing is really useful in the wasteland? In the face of bullets."

   "You are 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 suddenly cyberpunk."

   "What cyberpunk, this is wasteland punk!"

   "I know, but if you are so serious about playing stalks, you seem to be very dumb."

  As a competent NPC, Chu Guang neither picked up their stalks nor paid attention to their excited exchanges. He fulfilled his duties on his own and walked to the prepared caravan.

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

  Considering rain and dust resistance, the roof is covered with two layers of picked up plastic cloth, and door curtains are made on the front and back.

  In this way, even if it is rainy, there is no need to worry about the contents getting wet. It can be said to be quite easy to use.

  The only fly in the ointment is that the outpost does not raise cattle or mules, so players can only temporarily pull it.

"Set off!"

   Following Chu Guang’s order, this caravan team consisting of 6 players and 1 NPC, under the enviable eyes of other players, left the south gate of the outpost and moved in the direction of Brown Farm.

   is different from last time.

  The movement is so big this time, it will inevitably attract the attention of some alien species.

  Especially like mutant cockroaches with the size of a puppy and mutant flies with a big washbasin. These alien species of insects seem to have lost their fear of humans after they 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 baptism of that battle, they have been able to do well when facing the enemy.

  Chu Guang didn't take any action at all, sitting behind him, watching the players use knives, guns, sticks and rocks 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.

   More interestingly, 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 made Chu Guang very curious.

  However, he can't record the progress of gene sequence development in real time for the time being, so he can only wait for the conditions to do further research in the future.

   Stopped and stopped along the way, bypassing the inaccessible ruins, and finally arrived at the destination before 9:30.

   Outside the Brown Farm.

  When Chu Guang and his party arrived near the door, they saw a strong man carrying a shotgun, leading a thin serf out of the wall.

  The two sides had a face-to-face meeting, Chu Guang was not nervous, but the other side became nervous.

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

  "We are passing traders, don't be nervous."

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

  Liu Zhengyue, who was standing on the wall, was taken aback, and the barrel that had just been stretched out was retracted again, staring straight at the exoskeleton and hammer on Chu Guang's body—and the blue coat underneath the exoskeleton.

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

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

   "What are you going to trade 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 keep some grain for the winter, and they have to prepare some surplus to prevent the predators from hitting the autumn wind.

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

  When there is a wave of harassment during spring plowing, the loss will not only be the little grain of the tribute.

However…

  The gun on the other side's back makes him have to think carefully about the risk of rejection.

  Chu Guang did not speak, but walked to the front of the caravan, opened the curtain, took out a sack from it, and tore the rope tied to it.

   Liu Zhengyue's eyes narrowed, wanting 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 high-quality fertilizer." Chu Guang looked up at Liu Zhengyue on the wall, his tone was slightly unhappy, "Can you come down? Talking, I’m tired of talking 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 door.

  "I have an 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 exoskeleton, obviously not so sure of her judgment.

   "What is important?" Chu Guang smiled lightly and said, "Don't mind, I picked up this coat."

Seeing that Chu Guang didn't intend to disclose more, Liu Zhengyue stopped asking questions, but looked at the bag of fertilizer.

  "I need to inspect the goods."

  This is a reasonable request, Chu Guang nodded.

"Please."

  The inspection method was 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 bite.

   "It's struvite."

  Hearing these words, Liu Zhengyue's face showed a smile.

  Although I don’t know where this group of people got these good things, but these things are really what they need.

  After the feces of livestock and humans are cooked, although it is also a kind of fertilizer, the nitrogen content is not enough, and the comprehensive fertility is obviously not as good as the 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. Direct use of urine 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.

  It's not just Brown Farms, but the entire area around Qingquan City, where almost all survivors from farming live together.

   "You make a price!"

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

  One mu of land requires about 10-50 kg of fertilizer, which cannot be generalized according to the different crops, 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 mu of arable land, which is 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 hesitated for a moment, then said tentatively.

  "300 kilograms...how about 2 tons of green wheat?"

  Hearing this number, Chu Guang couldn't help feeling in his heart.

  It's because of myself that I didn't speak first.

  The wholesale price ratio he found on the Internet on the other side of the earth is almost 1:5, and his psychological expectation is about 1:6~7.

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

  Chu Guang looked at him and said.

   "Minimum 5 tons."

   "5 tons?! This is impossible," Liu Zhengyue exclaimed, "Our output per mu of land is only 500 catties of green wheat."

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

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

  In other words, if only we could get the pre-war seed bank.

  For wheat, the output per mu of the earth in the parallel world is less than 600 jin. It is not a problem if it is higher than a thousand jin. 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 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 friend, if you are really sincere, 3 tons...This is the bottom line I can accept. We have stable suppliers. In large quantities, do you think your struvite is irreplaceable?"

"But it is definitely the most cost-effective, and I don't think they will be shipped over long distances and will sell it to you cheaply," Chu Guang said while looking at him. Come on, this is my biggest concession."

  "We will also supply this stuff in large quantities next year. If you can’t accept this price, I’d rather go back the same way and sell it to the dealers passing by."

  The struvite by Linghu Lake is scattered scattered on the south side of the shallows and extends to the east side. The reserves are not rich, but they are definitely a lot. It takes a little time and manpower to dig.

  Chu Guang didn’t know why these survivors didn’t find that piece of geomantic omen, but in any case, it belonged to him now.

  Liu Zhengyue hesitated for a while, and finally nodded.

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

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

  Chu Guang smiled and stretched out his right hand.

  "Then wish us a happy cooperation."

  Although her face was painful, Liu Zhengyue squeezed out a smile and held his extended hand.

   "...Happy cooperation."

  (End of this chapter)