This Game Is Too Realistic

“Brother Chu—Hey, what’s this on your back?”

"Weapons," Chu Guang didn't want to bother explaining, so he decisively changed the subject, "Are you here to exchange things?"

Yu Hu nodded like he was talking about something, and said embarrassedly.

"Well, my brother and I shot a deer and wanted to come to your place to exchange for some things. But I couldn't understand what they were saying, and I didn't know what to do... Fortunately, you came here."

Glancing at the prey, he looked quite young.

"It's okay, I'll give you a pass later...forget it, I'll give it to you now."

With that said, Chu Guang took out a small notebook, drew a few lines on it with a marker, and handed it to Yu Hu.

"Keep it safe. If someone stops you in the future, just take it out and show it to them."

It is a bit difficult to counterfeit the paper and pens produced by the shelter.

The words on the pass are all written in Chinese, and there is his signature on it, so it is not easy for ordinary people to imitate it.

Out of caution, Chu Guang also wrote a number on it so that if he needed to send it to someone else in the future, it would be easier to identify who it was.

In the future, if conditions permit, I will change the printed version and security code.

Yu Hu couldn't understand what was written on it, so he put it away carefully and nodded.

Then Chu Guang pointed to the old slave Luca next to him and said.

"He will be in charge of the warehouse from now on, leave the prey to him, and he will help you find someone to handle it."

Although Old Luka was confused, he still nodded respectfully.

According to his experience, there is no need to interrupt when the host is talking to the guests. If there is something that needs to be done by himself, he will naturally explain it to himself in detail later.

If not.

That means there is no need.

It was the first time that Yu Hu met this person and he didn't know his identity, so he nodded with a friendly smile.

"okay."

"I just want to go to the warehouse. You two, come with me." Without greeting at the door, Chu Guang led the two of them and the caravan to the warehouse.

The reindeer had just been shot, with an arrow piercing its throat. Chu Guang asked the player who was the warehouse manager to weigh it, and then sent it to the butcher to kill it for meat.

Brother Scrambled Egg is getting better and better at this job now, and he has two apprentices beside him to watch and learn from him.

Most of the mutated reindeer's sewer is inedible. One is because there are no spices to cover up the fishy smell, and the other is not sure what it ate along the way.

Even though they are herbivores and do not eat carrion like hyenas, they are not domestic animals after all. Some plants and fungi that are harmful to humans will remain in the digestive system to some extent.

It's not the physical system, so there's no need to take that risk.

Brothers Yu Hu and Yu Xiong looked on curiously. Although they had never seen butchers butcher meat before, this was the first time they saw the blue coats doing it so skillfully.

Skinning, cramping, and meat removal were done without blinking an eye. The flying blade seemed not to touch the bones, and the dropped bones did not touch an inch of meat.

Absolutely amazing.

"The old butcher on Beit Street won't let us see it. After I see it for a while, I will open a slaughterhouse in front of my house. The business will definitely be good." Yu Hu said to his brother excitedly.

Yu Xiong shook his head.

"Save it, don't open it in front of your house. I plan to have a baby next year. Not to mention scaring the little baby, it's not good to scare the little fish."

Yu Hu touched his head naively.

"Oh, okay, then I'll open across from old Charlie's grocery store. There are more people there."

After a while, all the edible meat was put on the chopping board, and all the inedible meat was poured into the plastic bucket next to it.

Brother Scrambled Egg hung the butcher knife aside, put the meat into the frame and passed it on the scale, looked at the manager and said.

"It's exactly a hundred kilograms, which is quite a lot."

Chu Guang nodded and ordered him to take 20% of the meat, cut off the trimmings such as tendons and bones, and the skin. The rest of the meat was given to the Yu brothers and put into the plastic bags they brought.

"You can go to the warehouse to get 300g of coarse salt later."

The salt price at the outpost has been adjusted once. Now the price of incompletely purified coarse salt is 1 silver coin for 50g, which is slightly lower.

The price of refined salt is five times that of coarse salt, that is, 50g is worth 5 silver coins, which is higher than before. If it is the one with BUFF and contains added salt, the base price will increase by 50%.

However, regardless of whether the refined salt has BUFF or not, it is not sold to the outside world and is only provided to players, and this can be regarded as some kind of welfare for players.

If calculated based on the price of salt, Chu Guang's cost of exchanging this deerskin would be almost equivalent to 6 silver coins.

If calculated based on transaction costs, this number is probably less than one-third. After all, most of the coarse salt is "wholesale" by him using bacon and merchants from Honghe Town. The average cost of one kilogram of coarse salt is only three kilograms. Just bacon.

However, the two brothers of the Yu family are still very happy. It is a very happy thing for them to be able to exchange for salt that is not adulterated and has no shortage of salt.

Especially the amount given by Brother Chu is 50g more, so I can eat it for several days!

It’s great to have a win-win situation!

Full of gratitude, the brothers thanked Chu Guang, carried 80 kilograms of venison and 300 grams of coarse salt, and left happily.

Chu Guang called over Luka, who had been following him, and gave him instructions.

"Those wanjia wearing blue coats come to hand over the prey without having to weigh it. The hyenas are given 5 silver and the reindeer are given 12 silver. The prey is sent to be slaughtered, and the meat is smoked and then sent to the granary for storage."

"If it's a foreign hunter like the man just now, you can take him to the butcher like I just did, and take 20% of the meat to smoke, leaving the bones, bones, and skin, and give the other 80% to others, and pay 300g of coarse salt. Do you understand? ?”

Luka was very sensible and didn't ask what Wanjia was. He just remembered what he wanted to do and nodded immediately after understanding.

"clear."

Chu Guang nodded with satisfaction.

But at this time, he suddenly remembered something and took out two coins from his pocket, one silver and one yellow.

"These are silver coins and copper coins. Please recognize them clearly. I will teach you some simple daily expressions in a moment to communicate with people here. It doesn't matter if you don't understand. You just do what you should do and say what you should say. Do you understand? ?”

Luka stared for a while and nodded vigorously.

"understood!"

"Very good, that's basically your job. You stand here and watch it first, and get familiar with the working environment. I will teach you other things later."

Luca stood there obediently, guarding the player who was part-time warehouse manager, but made the latter feel uncomfortable for a while.

Chu Guang was very satisfied with his attitude.

This new NPC is not bad. You get what you pay for. What you buy with one chip is better than what you get for free.

Let’s not talk about that guy Xia Yan. He can doze off even if he memorizes a book. He starts to be lazy after finishing his work. He can’t even move without a whip, so he is very popular on the forum.

Chu Guang still hasn't figured out what else about this guy except for his breasts...

At this moment, Xia, who was dozing while sitting in front of the weapons store, sneezed without warning.

After sniffing, she raised her red forehead with a confused expression, and stretched her neck to look around like a groundhog that had just woken up.

When he found that the store was as quiet as ever and no one came to check on him, Xia Yan breathed a sigh of relief, wrapped himself in a fur coat, and continued to take a nap.

Perhaps it was because there was no hope of returning to her old career, and her future in life was gloomy and uncertain. She admitted that she had indeed been a little lax recently, and even lost her basic vigilance.

But there is one thing to say, although it is not as lively as Boulder City, this deerskin coat is quite warm. The material is not only high-quality deerskin, but also hand-sewn.

If it were in Boulder City, I'd probably have to sell a lot of chips.

Chips...

Wine...chocolate...

As I thought about it, my mouth started to flow.

…

Carpentry shed.

When Chu Guang found [WC is really full of mosquitoes], he found that he was standing in front of a half-man tall wooden box, concentrating on tinkering with something.

"What are you doing?"

Hearing the voice coming from behind, Mosquito put down the tools in his hands and clapped his hands, turned back to look at the manager, and said with joy.

"Dear Administrator, I am designing a new weapon!"

"...New weapons?"

"That's right! After the last battle, I found that we are in urgent need of a support weapon that can direct massive firepower at the enemy's position within a few breaths!"

With an excited expression on his face, Mosquito then pointed at the honeycomb-shaped wooden box in front of him.

"'Blizzard 0.1'! It's designed for this!"

Is this thing a cluster rocket? !

However, there is nothing inside. I think the most critical "rockets" have not been made yet.

After staring at this thing for a while, Chu Guang took a long time to hold back a sentence.

"...I remember, didn't you get 0.2 last time? Why did it change back to 0.1?"

"Ahem, that's Hellfire, not a series."

Mosquito's expression was slightly embarrassed, but soon the embarrassment was replaced by excitement again, "Please listen to me! Although this thing is a bit primitive, I can guarantee that it is really, really easy to use!"

"According to the plan I designed, it can launch all 50 rockets carrying black powder, acetone and wood tar within 10 seconds! Covering the battlefield 100 meters away!"

It's okay to cover the battlefield 100 meters away...

Let’s not talk about coverage radius and accuracy.

For fear of exploding the barrel, the battlefield was covered with a minus 100 meters.

"Rockets? Are you sure?"

"Uh, sure! Although the propellant is black powder, the effect should be about the same?"

Mosquito's eyes drifted to the side unnaturally, and he said with a smile.

"According to my design, the propulsion component of each rocket is about 1kg. After adding flame retardant, the working time can theoretically be extended to 6~8 seconds, and theoretically it can produce 3.5~5kg of thrust. In theory, the delivery 1~1.5kg combat parts is no problem!”

"I plan to mix these 1kg combat parts with wood tar, acetone purified by vaporizing firewood, and black powder, so that they can still burn after being blown up!"

Chu Guang's eyelids jumped when he heard this.

Oh my god.

This is using explosives to launch explosives.

Everything is easy to say if it ejaculates, but what if it doesn’t?

That's really messed up!

After coughing slightly, Chu Guang reminded carefully.

"For street fighting... I'm afraid this power is not enough, and I always feel it is very dangerous. I still suggest you try to get the nitrocellulose out, it may be more powerful."

The detonation velocity of black powder is only 600, while that of smokeless powder can reach 2000, and there is no problem of residual powder.

I heard that the propellant used in the famous "Katyusha" BM-13 series rockets in the early days was smokeless gunpowder. Later, thick glycerin was used as a plasticizer and mixed with nitrocellulose to create a double-base solid propellant. agent.

Black powder...

Just make bombs.

It's really difficult for it to do this kind of thing.

"That's true," Brother Mosquito touched his chin and muttered, "Tsk, it would be great if I could get the gas tank."

Chu Guang always felt that this guy was thinking of something dangerous, but it was hard to tell whether there was such a thing as a gas tank in this era, so he might not need to worry too much.

"Let's not talk about this for now...I need you to help me make three single beds."

"Ok, by the way, are you in a hurry?"

Chu Guang thought for a while and said.

"Can you make at least one before tonight?"

Brother Mosquito touched his chin and said.

"It should be fine."

Developing weapons takes time.

But doing carpentry.

Isn’t it enough to have hands?