This Game Is Too Realistic

This is the second snowfall that Qingquan City has received since September.

And it was a coincidence that it happened to be just in time when players were rotating online and offline. Many people pushed the door open and saw bits of silver scattered beside the torches.

"It's only late September...winter has come too early."

"It's indeed a bit early."

"After a rational analysis, it may be that the orbital debris in outer space blocks part of the sunlight, resulting in the planet not absorbing enough heat. Coupled with the rapid decline of civilized activities caused by the war, the lush vegetation weakens the greenhouse effect..."

"No, can this game be so real?"

"It depends on how the game operator sets it up. Anyway, doesn't the setting on the official website say that they can hit the sky? They are allowed to bullshit, but I am not allowed to bullshit?"

"Nima..."

There was a knocking at the north door.

After confirming that he was one of his own, the guard on the wall said hello, and the player next to the door raised the latch to let the people outside out.

Chu Guang looked towards the north gate.

I saw a power player and a perception player walking quickly with a man tied into a rice dumpling with one ear missing, and dropped him in front of them.

Also thrown on the ground was the corpse of a mutated hyena.

"Dear Administrator, we found this guy near the northern elevated observation point!"

Both players were injured, but the man was obviously more seriously injured. There was a broken arrow stuck in his knee, and he grimaced in pain.

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

"Sir, my lord, I am a scavenger nearby. I don't know where I offended you."

"Scavengers are not going to be out there at this point."

"I accidentally delayed it for a while..."

Ignoring this pale rhetoric, Chu Guang took out 5 silver coins from his pocket and handed them to the players, letting them divide them among themselves. Then he leaned down and looked at the man, and picked up the necklace on his collar with his index finger.

There was a human finger bone strung there.

And it looks like it’s still the index finger.

In the Bloodhand clan, the skull is the leader's "royal" vessel, and the finger bones are the decoration that most raiders are keen on.

He would cut off the index fingers of prisoners and dry them into bracelets, necklaces, pendants and even bone armor to show off his bravery and savagery.

Chu Guang threw away the greasy necklace in disgust and straightened up with an expressionless expression.

He didn't look at the ashen-faced man, but looked at the two players.

"Predators."

"Send to the gallows."

The two players said respectfully.

"yes!"

"As you command!"

Bringing them back alive is just because the rewards are higher. Most players are already familiar with the methods of the predators.

So it was no surprise at all when I heard the order to be sent to the gallows.

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

As if he had guessed his fate, he was dragged all the way outside the north gate with hysterical wailing and begging for mercy, adding a bit of fear and blood to the desolate woods outside the door.

The sound stopped abruptly along with the sin.

The north door was closed again, and the two players dragged the body towards the morgue.

Standing in front of the sanatorium, Chu Guang didn't feel any pity in his heart. He even yawned. As he watched the extractor furnace start to run, he turned and walked towards the elevator of the sanatorium.

It's already twelve o'clock in the morning.

I have to get up at six o'clock 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 didn't fall heavily, but it lasted a long time. It continued from early morning to five o'clock the next morning.

There was a layer of white frost on the ground, which made a rustling sound when stepped on. When the sun rose, it disappeared completely, as if it had never existed before.

"There seem to be fewer aliens in the city at night."

"Is it because of the snow?"

"I guess so. They may have hid when the weather got cold, but those nibblers didn't seem to have any impact. I saw them walking out of the neighborhood and wandering around the streets until four or five o'clock, then slowly moved back. .”

"Do you remember where they came from?"

"Just remember, I'll go offline to have a meal first, and I'll mark it on the map and post it on the forum later."

"Brother, be steady!"

The players who came back from the reconnaissance point were chatting with other players in the square of the base. Chu Guang, who was standing at the door of the sanatorium, heard all these voices.

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

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

These players are like his eyes.

However, he has things to do for a while, and he can't stay here forever.

He had to make another trip to Brown's Farm before heavy snow blocked the road, and returned in exchange for some supplies. This time he prepared a new trade item - some struvite.

You should be able to get a good price at Brown Farm.

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

The [Canyon Mole], wearing a hyena skin coat, walked over excitedly.

He carried a temporarily issued 7-bolt iron-barreled rifle on his back, a studded wooden stick and a short knife tied to his left waist, and a Molotov cocktail filled with wood tar to his right. He looked more and more like this The natives of the wasteland.

However, he has not yet grasped the essence.

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

Chu Guang said as he nodded.

"Just wait for me."

With that said, Chu Guang turned around and returned to the shelter. After a while, he walked out wearing the KV-1 power armor and carried the nitrogen-powered hammer drawn from the system behind his back.

Seeing the manager's outfit, the surrounding players' eyes widened.

"Damn, this hammer is kind of cool!"

"Great! Did I miss any plot points? When did our NPC change its equipment?"

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

"Gan! I really want to get one done too!"

"Don't think about it, the NPC's 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. Just because you haven't seen awesome armor doesn't mean you don't have it. Maybe this thing is used together with other things."

"The atmosphere is suddenly cyberpunk."

"What's cyberpunk? This is wasteland punk!"

"I know, but being so serious about making jokes makes you look stupid."

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

Chu Guangyou had previously given [WC Really Has Mosquitoes] as a task, asking him to design a medium-distance transport vehicle with a cargo capacity of more than five tons.

Facts have proven that this guy's technology is quite reliable as long as he is making tools that are within the scope of normal people's understanding.

The entire caravan is 2.5 meters long and 1 meter wide. The space inside is quite spacious. The chassis also uses springs as simple shock absorbers, so it can transport people without any problem.

In order to prevent rain and dust, the ceiling was covered with two layers of plastic sheets collected, and curtains were made on the front and back.

In this way, you don't have to worry about the contents getting wet even on rainy days, which can be said to be quite useful.

The only fly in the ointment is that there are no cattle or mules in the outpost, so the players can only temporarily pull them.

"Set off!"

Following Chu Guang's order, this caravan team composed of 6 players and 1 NPC, watched with envy by other players, left the south gate of the outpost and headed in the direction of Brown Farm.

Different from last time.

The movement was so loud this time that it would inevitably attract the attention of some alien species.

Especially mutated cockroaches the size of small dogs and mutated flies the size of a washbasin. These insect mutants seemed to have lost their fear of humans after mutation, and would emerge from the shadows when they heard any movement.

However, these players are no longer newbies who have just entered the game. Especially after the baptism of that battle, they are already able to deal with the enemy with ease.

Chu Guang didn't take any action at all. He sat at the back and watched the players defeat these soldiers with swords, guns, sticks and stones.

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

What is more interesting is that Chu Guang discovered that his genetic sequence is not only a basic exercise, but also can accumulate a small amount of development progress when leading players to fight.

This unique way of evolution made Chu Guang very curious.

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

We walked and stopped along the way, avoiding inaccessible ruins, and finally arrived at our destination before half past nine.

Outside 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 met each other. Chu Guang was not nervous, but the other party became nervous.

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

"We are just passing merchants, don't be nervous."

"How can there be any merchants at this time - hey, is it you?"

Liu Zhengyue, who was standing on the wall, was stunned for a moment. The gun barrel that had just been extended was retracted, and his eyes were staring straight at Chu Guang's exoskeleton and hammer - and 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 towards 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 wall warily, glancing back and forth at the equipment they were wearing, somewhat uncertain.

This group of people is obviously much stronger than the last time they came here.

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 food for the winter and prepare some surplus food to guard against predators.

Marauders from the north would come here from time to time. Although the farm was not without guns, no one wanted to risk fighting those people.

When there is a wave of harassment during spring plowing, the loss will be more than just the food that is paid as tribute.

However……

The gun on the opponent's back forced him to carefully consider the risk of refusing.

Chu Guang didn't say anything, he just walked to the caravan, opened the curtain, took out a sack from inside, and tore off the rope tied to it.

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

"This is……"

"High-purity magnesium ammonium phosphate, if you don't understand, you can understand it as struvite. In short, they are high-quality chemical fertilizers." Chu Guang looked up at Liu Zhengyue on the wall, his tone was slightly unhappy, "Can you come down? Talk, I feel tired talking like this.”

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

After saying these words, Liu Zhengyue disappeared on the wall, but not long after, he led a serf out and reappeared at the main entrance.

"My old friend...you have changed a lot."

"I've gotten rich recently."

"Are you really nomads?" Liu Zhengyue stared straight at Chu Guang's exoskeleton.

"Is it important?" Chu Guang smiled lightly and said, "Don't worry, I picked up this coat."

Seeing that Chu Guang was not going to reveal more, Liu Zhengyue stopped asking and 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 at the bag.

The slave stepped forward, stretched out his index finger and wiped it in the bag, then put his finger into his mouth and took a taste as if no one was watching.

"It's struvite."

Hearing this, Liu Zhengyue showed a smile on his face.

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

Although livestock and human manure is heated and cooked, it is also a kind of fertilizer, but it does not contain enough nitrogen, and its comprehensive fertility is obviously not as good as that of struvite that has been precipitated over time and washed by rain.

A handful of bird droppings is often worth as much as a bucket of cow dung. And if the latter is used, it must be mixed with urea and sprinkled together.

Brown Farm itself does not have the ability to produce high-quality urea in large quantities. Using urea directly will not only burn the roots, but mixing it with manure can also easily lead to soil compaction.

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

This is not just the Brown Farm, but also the entire area around Qingquan City and almost all farming survivor settlements.

"Make a price!"

"We only brought 300 kilograms here. If you give me a sincere price, we can still cooperate in the future."

One acre of land requires about 10 to 50 kilograms of fertilizer. This cannot be generalized depending on the crops, soil conditions, fertilizer types, and expected harvests.

Judging from the pre-war map, the area of ​​the entire farm is not large. It can cover 80 to 100 acres of cultivated land, which is equivalent to 7 to 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 were not uncommon before the war.

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

Liu Zhengyue hesitated for a moment and then said tentatively.

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

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

It's a shame that I didn't speak first.

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

Now it seems that the prices in the parallel world have no reference value at all.

Chu Guang looked at him and said.

"Minimum 5 tons."

"Five tons?! This is impossible," Liu Zhengyue exclaimed, "Our output from one acre of land is only 500 kilograms of green wheat."

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

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

It would be great if we could get the pre-war seed bank.

When it comes to wheat, the output of one acre of land on Earth in the parallel world is at least 600 kilograms. If it is higher than a thousand kilograms, it is not a problem. If it is more than ten thousand kilograms, it is definitely bragging.

Chu Guang thought to himself, forget about his own shelter, there should always be some seed inventory in those normal shelters, right?

I don’t know whether it was because of distance or climate reasons that pre-war crops did not become popular in the wasteland.

Or is it just not available in this area?

"Are you dreaming? A thousand pounds per mu?" Liu Zhengyue's eyes widened and he shook his head and said, "Friends, if you are really sincere, 3 tons... This is the bottom line I can accept. We have a stable supply. Do you think your struvite is irreplaceable?"

"But it is definitely the most cost-effective, and I don't think they will sell it to you cheaply after they have shipped it all the way here," Chu Guang looked at him and said, "1 kilogram is exchanged for 12 kilograms of grain, because it comes early this winter. Yes, this is my biggest concession."

"We will also supply a large amount of this stuff next year. If you can't accept the price, I would rather go back the same way and sell it to a passing merchant."

The struvite stones beside Linghu Lake are scattered in the southern shoal and extend to the east side. The reserves are not abundant, but there are definitely many. It can be dug out with time and manpower.

Chu Guang didn't know why these survivors didn't discover that Feng Shui treasure land, but in any case, it was his territory now.

Liu Zhengyue hesitated for a while, but finally 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 areas? If it's not far away, we can pick it up at your door."

"There's no need. Once this winter is over, we will deliver the goods to your door."

Chu Guang smiled and stretched out his right hand.

"Then I wish us a happy cooperation."

Despite the pain on his face, Liu Zhengyue still forced a smile and held his outstretched hand.

"…a pleasure to work with."