Chapter 42

"Thirsty... Water..."

I don't know how long I was in a coma. When Xia Yan gradually woke up, he just felt hungry and his throat was dry like a soldering iron.

The arm is as heavy as lead.

Her hazy vision seemed to be separated by a layer of fog. She tried to get up from the ground, but gave up after trying.

Until her sight fell on the plastic bottles and bags not far away.

Suddenly, Xia Yan grabbed the plastic bottle. No matter what liquid was in it, he raised his head and poured it into his mouth.

Instant relief of thirst.

Pour the last drop of water into your mouth, throw away the bottle, and then, like a hungry ghost, pick up the plastic package from the ground and tear it open.

Intuition told her that there was food in it!

However, when she saw the dark things inside, her hungry expression was obviously stunned.

What is this

I came close and smelled it. It didn't smell.

After some hesitation, Xia Yan finally made up his mind and tasted it carefully.

At the moment when her lips and teeth touched each other, her expression suddenly stung, and then her pupils vibrated violently.

Here!

What does it smell like?

She shoved the black stuff into her mouth, licked her lips with endless summer salt, and even the plastic packaging was turned over by her.

At this time, the alloy door in front of me opened.

Xia Yan looked up and saw the man standing at the door.

"Wake up?"

Instinctively, Xia Yan shrunk back in fear. Xia Yan glanced at his clothes and nodded.

"Yes."

"Is it delicious?"

Although I wanted to show a little backbone, I didn't listen to her.

"Delicious..."

Chu Guang smiled faintly.

"Do you still want it?"

"Yes." Xia Yan nodded fiercely.

Satisfied with her answer, Chu Guang nodded.

"What you just ate was chocolate."

"From today on, you work for me. You can do whatever I ask you to do."

"In exchange, I can provide you with safe shelter and food. In addition, if your performance is satisfactory to me, I will give you another piece of that just now."

Xia Yan has never eaten chocolate. I only heard that it was a very popular food before the war and a pleasure for the upper class in Boulder City.

"... is that the taste of chocolate?"

The index finger subconsciously touched his lips, and his face was full of summer salt, with regret gradually printed in his eyes.

Gan!

I knew to eat slowly!

Of course, Chu Guang can't guess what she's thinking.

If I knew, I would turn my eyes.

Just a piece of chocolate

As for?

"Yes," Chu Guang continued, looking at the summer salt sitting on the ground, "so your answer is?"

"I will."

Xia Yan answered without hesitation. He didn't even have a question. What did Chu Guang intend to do.

After all, there was no choice.

Losing half of his leg, even if he returns to Boulder, the final outcome is nothing more than stinking and rotting in the alley of the slum.

Like a rotten orange peel.

No one cares at all.

If you can live, naturally no one wants to die.

At least I don't have this ideological consciousness.

Xia Yan turned his head, closed his eyes and whispered.

"Although, although I haven't tried, it should be no problem. I know what you want... Lighter."

"What?"

Chu Guang was stunned subconsciously, but after all, he was also an old driver who had been racing for so many years. Looking at her expression, he guessed that she wanted to be crooked, and immediately put his face straight and said seriously.

"Madam, please respect yourself. I'm seriously discussing work with you now."

If you do this again.

Then I can't be serious.

Hearing Chu Guang's words, Xia Yan was stunned.

What the hell?

Doesn't this guy want to have a baby before he takes himself back???

The pupils vibrated violently, and it seemed that they had finally distinguished the brain tonic from the reality. Xia Yan's face gradually turned pig liver color.

Turning her head in shame, she stared at the crack in the corner and said fiercely.

"Kill me..."

Chuguang: "??"

What the hell?

……

After spending some time, Chu Guang and Xia Yan lying on the ground briefly explained the situation here.

The game is not popular on the wasteland. Using the concept of player to explain it will only make the other party dizzy. Chu Guang is too lazy to play the lute against a cow. She simply uses what she can understand.

"In short, my men and I plan to build a survivor settlement on the surface, expel aliens, host refugees and restore order in this area."

After hearing Chu Guang's words, Xia Yan looked disapproving.

It takes more confidence to say such impractical things.

Restore order?

Over the past 200 years, countless people have tried this, but none has succeeded. On the contrary, there are more and more heterogeneous and mutant people entrenched in the city, and the living space of survivors is constantly squeezed. The situation is getting worse year by year.

"Do you think restoring order is as simple as building a wall?"

Xia Yan, whose heart was hurt, said sarcastically, "you really should go to Boulder City. There are countless people stronger than you. Even they can only linger on the edge of the third ring road. What do you think you can do?"

"I naturally have my plan," Chu Guang, who did not think about such a thing, calmly looked at her and continued, "I do not intend to achieve this goal in a few months. I know that this will be a protracted battle, and I am determined to pay the sacrifice of several generations to complete it."

Don't bother.

It's just a setting. Can you let me finish?

Chu Guang certainly knew that restoring order could not be done in a single sentence, and he never thought he was invincible because he killed several predators and poor people living in the outer suburbs.

But this is his personal design.

Or game settings.

At least let the players feel that this NPC is like that.

However, the guy in front of him obviously only heard the second half of the sentence.

Generations?

Xia Yan shrank back nervously.

If so, do you still want to have children.

"Back to the point," Chu Guang coughed softly and continued, "will you assemble guns? And do maintenance for parts."

Xia Yan nodded.

"Yes, this is the basic skill."

"Very good," Chu Guang nodded and continued, "from now on, you are the landlady of the weapons store."

"What?" Xia Yan looked confused and didn't understand what he was talking about.

Because when Chu Guang speaks a word, he doesn't use the language of the world at all, but the Mandarin of the parallel world.

"The landlady of the weapons store," Chu Guang repeated word by word, staring at her, and then continued, "this is your job. In short, it's selling guns and maintaining guns. If someone asks you what you do, you answer."

"Sell guns?" Xia yanmeng asked, "to whom?"

"Shelter residents."

"Ah???" Xia Yan was even more confused. "Aren't those people your men?"

"Yes, but it's a little different from the people you understand," Chu Guang paused and continued. "In short, we just got out of the ground and need to concentrate on doing big things. Moreover, we are short of materials, so we temporarily implement the planned economy. We work together and eat together around the big pot."

"When the survival crisis is solved and various resources begin to surplus, they need to take the initiative to give full play to their production enthusiasm, consciously go out of the comfort zone and forge ahead. At that time, our settlements will change a set of rules. Such as food, medicine, weapons and other resources are no longer free."

"Since you talk about Stonehenge, you should know something like chips? In fact, it means the same thing."

Obviously, the woman didn't understand what she was talking about.

The survivors on the waste land, with a little education, can once again mix with the dog legs of a local rich man, just like old Charlie waiting to die in Bette street. If you know a skill, you can also find a position in the factory to help big people burn boilers, prepare medicine and repair power armor.

Only the poor would trade their lives for money.

Like the lady Xia in front of me.

On the waste land, mercenaries have never been a bright career, but a group of cheap cannon fodder without subsistence allowances and allowances.

But Chu Guang didn't care.

All he needs is a tool man who can carry out his orders.

Knowledge? Experience? Quality?

Can learn.

After a pause, Chu Guang looked at her and said.

"The language our people use is a little different from that of people on the surface. But it's no problem. I'll teach you a few simple lines for daily communication."

"You just have to do what I say."