Chapter 16

In Linghu Wetland Park, outside the deserted sanatorium, there are wooden piles of different sizes.

"I heard that if the wood just cut is not treated, it will crack and deform." looking at the logs randomly stacked on the wall, Lao Bai, clutching an axe, frowned.

The chief asked.

"How do you usually deal with it?"

Lao Bai said.

"Dry the water in the wood, or paint the two ends and let the wood dry naturally. You can also throw it into the water, but it will be difficult to deal with it... I hope it won't rain these days."

Lao Bai made a rough estimate. Taking into account the results of yesterday's work, he cut all these wood into logs 3 ~ 4 meters long, sharpened both ends into the soil, and built more than enough walls in the north and west of the sanatorium.

However, these logs are untreated logs, and their firmness is difficult to ensure. They may rot after several rains.

So he discussed with the mayor and decided to change his thinking and use cement as building materials.

There are a lot of concrete waste on the waste soil, even in the sanatorium.

After time of weathering, thermal expansion and contraction, wind and rain, most of these concrete blocks stripped from the reinforcement have become broken slag.

There is no need to count on how reliable these materials are.

However, there is no problem in mixing these materials with cement and fixing them with some steel bars removed from the ruins to build simple concrete fortifications.

Although it is a bean curd residue project, it is much better than wood.

I'm not going to build a skyscraper anyway.

However, if you want to use these concrete wastes, you must first have cement.

To make cement, they first need enough coal and a furnace that can withstand a high temperature of 1450 degrees.

Just then, the strong wind and night came back.

The square commander noticed that the plastic bucket in the wind's hand was full of mud with uniform texture.

"There is a river in the east of Linghu lake, which is not on the map. It should have been formed in the last 200 years. We have explored the whole lake coastline from the east to the south. The locations of heterogeneous active areas and suspected nests are marked on the map."

Then the strong wind asked Yeshi to take out the map, on which some marks were drawn with charcoal.

With this map, it would be much safer for them to fetch water from the lake.

But Fang Chang's attention was on the bucket in his hand.

"What's in this bucket..."

"I found it by the river," the wind continued, putting the bucket on the ground. "I suddenly thought that I could use it as building material, so I brought it back."

"This thing can't be used as building materials, and the water will disappear as soon as it is flushed." squatting on the ground, Lao Bai stretched out his hand to pick up some mud and rubbed it with his thumb and index finger. An excited expression suddenly appeared on his face, "but this thing is a good thing. Our kiln has landed."

"Kiln?" I was stunned at night.

"I discussed with Lao Bai and planned to make cement," said the mayor.

The wind looked at him in surprise.

"Is this... OK?"

"What's wrong? Isn't this a sandbox game," Lao Bai said excitedly. "Just pour the mud here. Go and get some more buckets. The square leader will help me pick up some branches and hurry up."

"OK." the square commander went with great energy.

The strong wind and night ten looked at each other and went away with a look of confusion.

……

The river is not deep, but there is a lot of silt next to it, and it is not far from the sanatorium. It didn't take much effort to get a pile back.

Lao Bai made a circle with mud and dug two holes next to it as an air inlet. Then he put charcoal and dead leaves left by cooking in the mud circle and lit them with matches left by the manager.

The fire soon rose.

The surrounding mud is slowly dried.

The old white man dug the new mud with his hand and built it on the furnace wall while baking. He didn't start to insert the thumb thick stick until the furnace was up to his thigh.

"What's this for?" the mayor looked curious. Although he had played survival games, he had never done such detailed work in the game.

"Burning charcoal! Without coal, we can only use carbon instead. If we want to make cement, we can't burn wood. We have to start from the most basic."

"Why do you know this?"

"I played in my hometown when I was a child."

“……”

Yes, it's OK.

Who has nothing to do with this.

Standing up, Lao Bai clapped his hands and began to cap the stove before the fire in the stove lit the firewood.

This step is crucial.

Before the firewood is ignited, he needs to leave a hole in the top until the temperature in the stove is high enough, and then seal all the holes with mud to make the wood stuffy for a day. Tomorrow, he can harvest a stove full of charcoal.

"If you fill all the holes, the fire inside will go out."

"It won't go out right away, and that's the effect."

Lao Bai wiped his sweat and patted his long shoulder.

"Don't be idle. Let's build a few more kilns and get out the ones that burn cement tomorrow."

"OK..."

Not only did the square leader join Lao Bai's "construction team", but even the strong wind and ten people at night were recruited after moving enough mud.

The four players worked together to build four earth kilns for carbon smelting, and built a slightly larger one with aluminosilicate clay dug by the river.

In Lao Bai's words, they can try to make some cement tomorrow.

What he intends to refine is plant ash cement.

The cement produced by this earthwork method has no scientific and technological content and is not very reliable, but it is certainly stronger than wood.

And with plant ash cement, he can try to build a cement kiln that can withstand higher temperature.

Lao Bai has made up his mind to check the information online when he goes offline.

"Special... I now understand why the manager asked us to find a way to get a bath." smelling the smell of sweat, I felt like I was going to be smelled to death.

This game is too hard core.

"Why don't we take a bath by the lake and go offline?" Lao Bai suggested.

"I agree... But what about the manager? It's almost time to go offline. Why hasn't he come back yet?" gale asked.

"Maybe there's something wrong."

"How can we let him know the fruits of our labor this afternoon?" night 10 asked hurriedly.

The chief looked at the sanatorium behind him.

"There's no need to worry. I've talked to the robot named Xiaoqi. It says that it has counted our results and will truthfully report the situation to the manager."

Hearing this sentence, night ten is at ease.

……

Just as the players went offline, took off their helmets and got up to start a new day, Chu Guang in Beite street was carefully removing the plastic bucket under the water purifier.

There are public wells in Beite street, and each household has its own water collector. Chu Guang is no exception.

In addition to the "luminous rain" with radioactive dust, or the obvious abnormal appearance of clouds, the rain level on the waste soil is still very safe, even safer than that in the pre war era.

After all, this is two hundred years after the decline of civilization. It is difficult to see such specialties of industrial society as acid rain and haze here.

Of course, even so, drinking rain directly is not a wise thing.

By cutting the plastic water bottle from the middle, Chu Guang padded a layer of sun dried pine needles and Tess under the bottle mouth, and then added crushed charcoal ash on it.

In this way, a simple water filter is completed.

It is unknown whether graphite can absorb radiation, but in the outer suburbs far away from the nuclear bomb pit, radiation is not the main threat to survival, diarrhea and dehydration are.

He still remembers that in the month when he first lived here, he pulled water almost every other day. He didn't die in a strange hand, but almost died in his intestines and stomach.

"Less than 10L... A drop in the bucket."

Looking at the bottles in the room, Chu Guang sighed.

After saving materials for many days, the player has been here for only a few days and has almost used it.

We have to do something.

At this time, there was a knock at the door.

Chu Guang got up, went up, pulled out the bolt and opened the door.

I saw the little fish standing at the door, his hands behind his back, his big black eyes staring at him without talking.

Chu Guang, who just wanted to say hello, suddenly remembered the second son of the Yu family. He couldn't help being embarrassed by the marriage he had told himself earlier.

Ten thousand steps back.

If there is no shelter 404, no system, no players, and he is helpless, he can only try to integrate into the society here... He can't do that!

Too thin.

At least keep it for another two years.

"What's the matter?" Chu Guangxin said calmly.

Yu Xiaoyu stretched out his arm hidden behind his back.

At this time, Chu Guang saw that there was a small piece of black cake in her hand. Unexpectedly, it should be kneaded with the paste made of green wheat.

"My second brother asked me to bring it to you. He asked me to say I made it for you." he read it word by word.

This is the subject predicate relationship between you and me. Chu Guang walked around for a long time and stroked it for a long time. Yu Hu asked her to give the cake to herself.

"Thank you?"

"No."

Put the cake into Chu Guang's hand, and the little fish turned and ran away, leaving Chu Guang alone in the wind.

……

This world.

Jinling.

After taking off his helmet, Yanfeng rubbed the bridge of his nose, reached out to grope on the bedside table, found his glasses and put them on.

After sitting beside the bed and brewing for a long time, he got up and went to the bathroom. After washing, he put on his coat, went downstairs, stepped on his bike and swayed slowly to the canteen.

It's half past five.

Except for the postgraduate entrance examination students, few people will come to the canteen at this point. The whole hall is empty, and only a few windows near the door are open.

The busy canteen aunt behind the window recognized the regular guest at a glance and said with a smile.

"Professor Yan, it's so early today."

"Well, I went to bed early yesterday... Two steamed stuffed buns."

"The steamed stuffed bun has just been steamed. You have to wait a while."

"Don't worry."

Yanfeng took out his meal card and brushed it on the card reader.

The mist from the steamer is very fragrant.

Yanfeng likes the smell very much and makes people feel very comfortable, but unfortunately, it is not friendly to him with glasses.

He took off his glasses and wiped the fog on it. Yanfeng couldn't help thinking of his role in the waste soil ol.

Although the initial strength of yourself in the virtual world is a little inferior, it is much stronger than yourself in reality.

And most importantly, the virtual world itself is not myopia.

At this time, someone patted him on the shoulder.

Yan Feng put on his eyes and looked back to see Professor Wang Haiyang.

"Class in the morning?"

"I got up without class and couldn't sleep."

"I thought you would stay up late in physics."

"That's an illusion. I seldom take my work home," Yanfeng said, looking at him and pushing his glasses. "By the way, I want to consult you about something."

Professor Wang Haiyang raised his eyebrows.

"Yesterday's topic?"

Yanfeng nodded.

"Yes."

As like as two peas, I will ask you first, "you can't write that novel yourself," Professor Wang Haiyang laughed. "This is a specious thing about fiction. It's just the same as reality, but it's not good looking."

"It's not a novel. Frankly, it's... A game."

"Game?"

"Well," took the steamed stuffed bun from the canteen aunt, Yanfeng peeled off the plastic bag and took a bite, "a game with eschatological theme."

Professor Wang Haiyang was interested and asked.

"More specific?"

"I don't know the details. At present, the game is in the sealing and testing stage, and I don't know much." Yanfeng paused for a while. "What a developed society you said can make the car without power supply."

"No power supply?" Professor Wang Haiyang was stunned and said with a smile. "Do you want to use remote power supply technology to replace fixed power supply?"

"Is it difficult?" Yanfeng asked.

"I don't know whether it's difficult or not. Just from my professional point of view... Wireless power supply technology is not difficult. The difficulty is how to obtain clean and cheap energy, so that even if the energy loss reaches 90% or more, the cost is still acceptable."

At this point, Professor Wang Haiyang paused and continued in a joking tone.

"I can't think of a better solution than the controllable nuclear fusion described in science fiction.

Nuclear fusion?

Yan Feng looked thoughtful.

"Well..."

It seems that the story background in the setting of waste land ol is bigger than he imagined.

There should be many places worth exploring.

"When is your novel going to be published? Can you show it to me?" Professor Wang Haiyang joked, "I'm not sure I can give you advice."

Yanfeng glanced at him.

"I said it wasn't a novel."

"OK, if you say no, it's not."

He took his breakfast from the canteen aunt's hand. Wang Haiyang smiled and patted the colleague on the shoulder, "I still have class. Let's go first. Good luck!"