This Game is Too Real Chapter 36

   Chapter 36 Brown Farm! New NPC stronghold!

   Outpost construction requires tools.

   And the amount needed is quite a lot.

   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, wrenches, etc.

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

  For example, the plastering knives used by players in the outpost to repair walls are all substitutes made of wood for [WC Really Has Mosquito].

   In fact, if it was the first few years of the Wasteland Age, these tools could be easily found in hardware stores, department stores, repair shops, etc.

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

However, now two hundred years have passed, and the places that are easy to be searched have long been searched. For example, the resource-rich places such as department stores and repair shops, in the early years, were even simply the nests of survivors. It is impossible to have many things. The rest.

   However, nothing is absolute.

   Just as 211 years later, scavengers can still find a little bit of poor material from the wasteland, 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 those passing caravans to pick.

  Chu Guang's idea is simple.

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

   Before departure, I changed into the casual clothes I picked up.

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

  Bett 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 due south and the other is southeast.

   As for why I chose Brown Farm, the reason is actually very simple.

   One is that no one there knows himself, let alone his details. Another is that the road to Brown's Farm will be slightly easier to walk, and there will be relatively less ruins to pass through.

   But even so, on foot in the wasteland, the distance to be walked is far more than the number of three kilometers.

   The group stopped and walked along the way, avoiding the impassable ruins. During this period, not only did they need to beware of aliens, but they also had to be careful of being targeted by malicious survivors.

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

  I saw that at the end of the dirt road, there was a spacious iron gate with concrete walls on both sides.

  The wall is not high, only less than three meters. A row of aluminum alloy canopies and steel bars are inserted into the wall, which seems to be made of industrial waste to increase the height.

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

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

  There are various indications that in the early days of the collapse of order, survivors who escaped from the city occupied the place.

   is different from Bate Street.

   Mr. Brown, the farmer of Brown's Farm, is a real landlord, and there is not a large number of freemen like Bate Street.

  The people who live here have only two identities, either the farmer's thugs or the serfs.

   However, Chu Guang was not too worried that the other party would be malicious, but as long as there were two plots of land to be planted, they seldom attacked outsiders.

   came to a stop about ten meters away from the iron gate.

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

   And at the same time as the group stopped, a dark gun barrel also protruded from between the aluminum alloy plates on the fence.

   Showing the weapon means there is no hostility.

   It seemed that this contact was a success, and Chu Guang was slightly relieved.

  The man standing on the wall shouted aggressively.

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

   "We're not malicious, 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 without changing his expression.

   "Change something?"

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

   "I haven't seen you, where are you from?"

  Chu Guang moved out the speech prepared in advance.

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

   The man asked slowly.

   "Nomads?"

  Chu Guang shrugged and gave him an ambiguous answer.

   "See how you understand it."

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

   These people usually do not enter urban areas, and mainly travel in the wilderness between cities.

They don't do farming, they live by grazing and hunting, chasing the footprints of alien species and beasts, migrating from one area to another, and occasionally doing business like merchants, using hunted game and collected garbage Exchange for daily necessities.

   Of course, they also occasionally do the business of robbery.

  There is no absolute good person or bad person in the wasteland. Under certain circumstances and conditions, anyone may become a predator.

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

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

   "What do you have? What do you plan to exchange?"

"50 kilograms of bacon jerky, 20 kilograms of smoked fish, and 10 mutated hyena pelts... We need hardware tools and food grown in the fields. I promise, we will leave after the transaction is completed, and we will not stay here for a second. "

   Finally believed that this group of people came to trade, the man slowly withdrew the muzzle that was sticking out of the bunker, and said in a warning tone.

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

   "Please go."

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

   And the two players behind him whispered.

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

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

   "By the way, is that a new NPC?"

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

   "Ghost knows, all I know is that that expression looks kind of awkward..."

"I feel so too."

  No one likes being pointed at a gun.

  Chu Guang didn't like it either.

   But after all, he can't be resurrected, so he still has to restrain himself when he is out in the waves.

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

  A wooden trailer, pulled by a shackled serf, came out of the fence while two gunmen watched.

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

   The man who had been shouting to Chu Guang on the fence also walked out of the door and stared at him with piercing eyes.

   "Liu Zhengyue."

   "Chu Guang."

   The two simply shook hands and quickly released.

   Looking at Chu Guang, Liu Zhengyue continued.

   "I want to know what kind of meat you have on your car."

   "The bacon jerky is the meat of the mutant hyena, and the 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 stepped forward, reached out and lifted the plastic sheet on the trolley, and got close to check it carefully.

  Especially those bacon, it is the focus of inspection.

   He took out a small knife from his waist, picked out a piece of jerky that was in good condition, cut off a thumb-sized piece, 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, fearing that he would be beaten after a while, he said after chewing for a while.

   "It's the meat of a mutant hyena, without salt, just air-dried."

  It is normal to have no salty taste. After all, this is inland. Liu Zhengyue didn't say much, just closed his eyes and waited quietly.

   Almost ten minutes passed.

   Seeing that the serf didn't have any abnormal reaction, his eyebrows stretched slightly, he looked back at Chu Guang, and gestured with his hands to say the numbers.

   "1kg of bacon, smoked fish, for 2kg of green wheat, or 2kg of croissants. Furs for tools, one for one."

  croissants is a root crop that tastes a bit like a potato and is shaped like a goat's horn.

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

   When he was on Bette Street before, Chu Guang once saw survivors planting this thing in front of his house, such as Yu's house opposite the door.

  Chu Guang had tried planting before, but gave up soon after.

   It's not that he can't grow it, but he has to go out to scavenge waste every day, and no one at home is watching. The first crop has just grown a little, and I don't know which family has taken it away...

   It might be a good idea to buy some croissants to grow back 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. In addition, these furs are all high-quality furs, and at least three tools must be exchanged for each one," Chu Guang shook his head and said, "I Been to Bate Street, don't think I don't know the market."

  This price is quoted just for bargaining.

   However, what Chu Guang didn't expect was that after listening to his offer, this Liu Zhengyue did not counter-offer, but looked at him in astonishment.

   Is it because he reported too high?

   Just when Chu Guang was thinking about whether to take the initiative to give up a step, the man in front of him finally came to his senses, looked at Chu Guang strangely, and nodded slowly.

"……make a deal."

   Do these people do business without bargaining?

  Chu Guang was stunned for a moment, but his previous experience in sales made him immediately understand what was going on, and he cursed in his heart.

Grass!

   The mayor of that dog!

   How dare you mess with the price of food!

The two players next to    were stunned throughout the whole process. After all, they could not understand the language, and they could not understand the communication between the manager and the "indigenous" in front of them.

   But look at the man nodding...

  Should the deal be reached?

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

  50 kilograms of bacon jerky and 20 kilograms of smoked fish were exchanged for a total of 350 kilograms of green wheat and croissants, which filled more than a dozen sacks.

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

   When Chu Guang selected tools, he chose those alloy products of better quality, preferably those produced before the war.

   Don't look at this is an old antique from two hundred years ago.

   In terms of quality, it's better than the imitations made of iron or pure steel by the aborigines in the wasteland.

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

   Obviously, there are still piles of these tools in the farm, and 80% of them are sold by scavengers who pick up garbage nearby, and the merchants passing by pick up the rest.

  The grain has been weighed and all loaded onto the trolley.

   Liu Zhengyue and Chu Guang shook hands, and a stiff smile finally squeezed out of the face that was tensed because of distrust.

"welcome again."

"I will."

"We also have some varieties of tobacco leaves here, do you need them?" Liu Zhengyue took out a handful of dried tobacco leaves from his pocket and sold it to Chu Guang, "It can relieve fatigue, and it can also add flavor when wrapped in food. ,perfectly worked."

   "Next time, we have nothing to trade."

  If possible, Chu Guang originally wanted to buy one or two slaves to go back to use, but as he said, he had nothing to trade.

   Maybe next time?

   "No no no, my friend, this package is free of charge, it's a gift for you."

   Liu Zhengyue shoved it into Chu Guang's hand with a smile, this time his smile was much more skilled than before.

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

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

   Draw by yourself?

impossible.

  The transaction is finally complete.

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

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

   This transaction can be described as a bountiful harvest.

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

   "This is Brown Farm?"

Fang Chang: "Well, I remember this name as well... No surprise, today's test should be the trading system, and the new neutral force stronghold! It's just my guess, and the brand new running business gameplay should be updated next. Remember what the dog told us before planning? Wasteland OL's economic system will be designed according to a completely real demand and supply system, and the exchange of materials with other survivors' gathering places is essential! I estimate that this part of the content will be in two It will be updated within a version!"

  Ye Shi: "Mom, I'm looking forward to the public beta after you say that!"

   Fang Chang: "The public beta is estimated to be early. The game company's ambitions are not small, and there is still a lot of content to be tested. But I feel that there is no need to wait for the public beta. By the closed beta stage, the game content should already be very rich!"

  Ye Shi: "But then again...Are you sure you're talking about the dog's plan here, Brother Guang, can't he hear?"

   Fang Chang took a deep breath.

   "Hey... grass, I panic when you say that. Brother Guang, I was wrong, I'd rather be my father!"

  Chu Guang: "..."

never mind.

   as if not heard.

  As a conscientious NPC, Chu Guang did not participate in the discussion between the two players, his eyes naturally spread around, seemingly wandering carelessly, but in fact he was observing every possible hidden danger shadow.

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

   But don't take it lightly.

  In the wasteland, anything can happen.

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

"sound?"

   Fang Chang was stunned for a moment. Although he didn't hear anything, his footsteps stopped.

  Chu Guang's brows furrowed, he glanced around alertly, his index finger pushed the safety on the gun unconsciously.

   He heard the voice too...

   is the snort of a different species!

Chu Guang suddenly raised his head and looked towards the building along the street, which was covered with vines, in front of him. He saw a hideous monster crawling on the wall. His eyes were fixed on the crowd.

   It has no legs, instead four slender and explosive arms, with dry fingers like hooks, firmly anchoring the body to the concrete wall.

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

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

crawler!

   To tell the truth, the word count of the two shifts is still very conscientious, and it is not too short at all!

   (end of this chapter)

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