Chapter 73

This is the second snow in Qingquan since September.

And very coincidentally, just in time for players to rotate on and off the line. As soon as many people pushed the door, they saw a little silver scattered by the torch.

"It's only late September... Winter comes too early."

"It's a little early."

"After rational analysis, perhaps the orbital debris in outer space blocked part of the sun, resulting in the insufficient heat absorption of the planet. Coupled with the rapid decline of civilization activities caused by the war, lush vegetation weakened the greenhouse effect..."

"No, can this game be so real?"

"It depends on how the game operator sets it. Anyway, the setting of the official website doesn't mean that they hit the sky. Let them talk nonsense and don't let me talk nonsense?"

"NIMA..."

At the north gate, there was a knock.

It was confirmed that it was his own. The guard on the wall said hello. The player next to the door raised the latch and released the people outside.

Chu Guang looked at the north gate.

I saw a power player and a perception player walking quickly with a man tied into zongzi and missing an ear, and threw him in front of him.

The body of a mutant hyena was also thrown on the ground.

"Dear manager, we found this guy near the elevated observation point in the North!"

Both players were injured, but the man was obviously more seriously injured. He simply inserted a broken arrow in his knee, which made him show his teeth in pain.

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

"My Lord, I'm a scavenger nearby. I don't know where I offended you."

"The scavenger won't be outside at this point."

"I accidentally delayed for a while..."

Ignoring the pale words, Chu Guang took five silver coins from his pocket and handed them to the players. They asked them to divide them by themselves. Then he bent down and looked at the man, and his index finger caught up the necklace at his collar.

There is a human phalanx strung there.

And it looks like the index finger.

In the blood hand clan, the skull is the "imperial" vessel of the leader, and the phalanx is the favorite decoration of most predators.

He would cut off the captive's index finger and dry it to make ornaments such as bracelets, necklaces, pendants and even bone armor to show off his bravery and barbarism.

Abandoning the oily necklace, Chu Guang stood up expressionless.

Instead of looking at the gray faced man, he looked at the two players.

"Predator."

"To the gallows."

The two players said respectfully.

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

The only reason to bring it back alive is that the reward is relatively high. Most players are no stranger to the means of predators.

So after hearing the order to send the gallows, there was no accident.

But for the person who is about to be hanged, it is another state of mind.

As if he had guessed his fate, the hysterical wailing and begging for mercy were dragged all the way to the north gate, adding a bit of fear and blood to the bleak forest outside the gate.

Voice and sin stopped suddenly.

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

Chu Guang, who was standing in front of the sanatorium, had no mercy in his heart. He even yawned. Watching the stove of the extractor start running, he turned and walked to the elevator of the sanatorium.

It's already twelve in the morning.

I have to get up at six tomorrow.

The online enthusiasm of these players is higher than expected. Chu Guang feels that his biological clock is about to be confused.

……

The snow didn't fall much, but it lasted for a long time. It didn't stop until 5 a.m. the next morning.

There was a layer of white frost on the ground, stepping on the rustling sound, and then disappeared when the sun rose, as if it had never been before.

"At night, there seems to be less heterogeneity in the city."

"Is it because of snow?"

"I guess so. It's cold. Maybe they're hiding, but those eaters don't seem to have any influence. I think they come out of the community and wander in the street until four or five o'clock before they slowly move back."

"Do you remember where they came from?"

"Probably remember, I'll go offline for dinner, mark the map and send the forum later."

"Brother, steady!"

The players who came back from the shift change of the investigation point talked with other players in the square of the base. Chu Guang standing at the door of the sanatorium heard all these voices.

Because there is no radio, these players usually exchange information on the square, especially at the peak of going online and offline.

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

These players are like his eyes.

However, he still has something to do for a while. He can't stay here all the time.

Before the snow closed the road, he had to go to brown farm again for some supplies. This time he prepared a new trade product - some bird droppings.

At Brown farm, it should sell for a good price.

"Manager, the materials you ordered are ready. We can start at any time!"

The [Canyon mole at large], dressed in hyena skin, came over with a cheerful face.

On his back is a 7mm bolt action iron pipe rifle temporarily distributed. On his left waist is a nailed wooden stick and short knife, and on his right is a burning bottle filled with wood tar, which is more and more like the aborigines on the waste land.

However, he has not mastered the essence.

Chu Guang tried so many weapons, but the most handy one was the water pipe with "fork".

Watching him nod his head, Chu Guang said.

"You wait for me."

With that, Chu Guang turned back to the shelter, and soon came out wearing KV-1 power armor, and carried the nitrogen power hammer drawn from the system behind him.

Seeing the manager's clothes, the players around stared straight.

"Lying trough, this hammer is a little handsome!"

"Niu PI! Did I miss something? When did our NPC change the equipment?"

"I don't know. Maybe it's already in the shelter... Doesn't the official website say that there is a huge freezing and dormancy facility underground? Maybe there is an equipment warehouse?"

"Gan! I really want the whole one!"

"Don't think about it. NPC's equipment is for you to see, but I'm curious. Is it really useful on the waste land? In the face of bullets."

"You're stupid. It doesn't mean you haven't seen a cow's armor. Maybe this thing is used with others."

"The atmosphere suddenly cyberpunk."

"What cyberpunk, this is wasteland punk!"

"I know, but you look stupid when you play so seriously."

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

Chu Guang had previously explained [WC really has mosquitoes] in the form of a task and asked him to design a medium-distance transportation vehicle with a cargo capacity of more than five tons.

Facts have proved that this guy's technology is quite reliable as long as he makes tools that normal people understand.

The whole caravan is 2.5 meters long and 1 meter wide. The space inside is quite spacious. The chassis is also made of springs for simple shock absorption. There is no problem in transporting goods and people.

In consideration of rain and dust prevention, the ceiling is covered with two layers of picked up plastic cloth, and the door curtains are made at the front and rear.

In this way, even in rainy days, you don't have to worry about getting wet. It can be said to be very easy to use.

The only fly in the ointment is that there are no cattle or mules in the outpost, so players can only pull it for a while.

"Let's go!"

With Chu Guang's order, the caravan team composed of 6 players and 1 NPC left the South Gate of the outpost and moved towards Brown farm under the envious eyes of other players.

It's different from last time.

The movement is so big that it will inevitably attract some heterogeneous attention.

Especially the mutant cockroaches with the size of a dog and the mutant flies with the size of a washbasin, these insect species seem to have lost their fear of human beings after mutation, and drill out of the shadow when they hear the movement.

However, these players are not new to the game for a long time. Especially after the baptism of that battle, they can do well in the face of the enemy.

Chu Guang didn't shoot at all. He sat in the rear and watched the players use knives, guns, sticks and stones. As a result, he lost these miscellaneous soldiers.

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

Interestingly, Chu Guang found his own gene sequence, which is not just basic exercise. When leading players to fight, he can also accumulate a small amount of development progress.

This unique way of evolution makes Chu Guang very curious.

However, he can't record the development progress of gene sequence in real time, so he can only do in-depth research when conditions permit.

I walked and stopped all the way, bypassed the impassable ruins, and finally reached my destination before 9:30.

Outside Brown farm.

When Chu Guang and his party arrived near the door, they saw a strong man with a shotgun on his back and a thin serf coming out of the wall.

The two sides met face to face. Chu Guang was not nervous here, but the other side was nervous.

In particular, seeing the exoskeleton on Chu Guang and the slightly exaggerated hammer behind him, he subconsciously touched the shotgun behind him.

"We are passing businessmen. Don't be nervous."

"At this time, there is no business - eh, it's you?"

Standing on the fence, Liu Zhengyue was stunned. The barrel of the gun just stretched out was retracted. Her eyes stared at Chu Guang's exoskeleton, hammer - and the blue coat under the exoskeleton.

He clearly remembered that this guy didn't dress like this when he came here last time.

"Yes, it's me." Chu Guang smiled faintly and shouted at the wall, "we need food, steel and copper."

"What are you going to trade?"

Liu Zhengyue stared warily at the group of people outside the wall, looking back at their equipment, and some couldn't make up their mind.

This group is obviously much better than when they came last time.

In principle, this is not a good time to do business. Today's winter is earlier than usual. They also have to leave some grain for the winter and prepare some surplus grain to prevent the predators from blowing in the autumn wind.

Marauders from the North come here from time to time. Although the farm is not without guns, no one is willing to risk fighting with those people.

When spring ploughing is disturbed, the loss will not only be the grain of tribute.

However

The gun on the other party's back makes him have to think carefully and refuse the risk.

Chu Guang didn't speak. He just went to the caravan, opened the curtain, took out a sack from inside and tore the rope tied on it.

Liu Zhengyue's eyes narrowed to see more clearly.

"This is..."

"High purity magnesium ammonium phosphate, if you don't understand it, you can understand it as bird droppings. In short, it's high-quality chemical fertilizer," Chu Guang looked up at Liu Zhengyue on the wall with a slightly unhappy tone. "Can you come down and talk? I'm tired of talking like this."

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

After dropping this sentence, Liu Zhengyue disappeared on the wall, but not long after, he led a serf out and reappeared at the front door.

"My old friend... You've changed a little."

"I've made a fortune recently."

"Are you really nomads?" Liu Zhengyue stared at the blue coat under Chu Guang's exoskeleton. She was obviously not so sure of her judgment.

"What's important?" Chu Guang smiled faintly and said, "don't worry, I picked up this coat."

Seeing that Chu Guang didn't intend to reveal more, Liu Zhengyue stopped asking questions, but looked at the bag of chemical fertilizer.

"I need to inspect the goods."

This is a reasonable request. Chu Guang nodded his head.

"Please."

The inspection method was the same as last time. Liu Zhengyue kicked the serf next to him and pointed to the bag.

The slave came forward, put out his index finger and wiped it in the bag. Then he stuffed his finger into his mouth and tasted it.

"It's bird droppings."

Hearing this, Liu Zhengyue smiled on her face.

Although I don't know where this group of people got these good things, they really need them.

After heat ripening, livestock and human feces are also a kind of fertilizer, but the nitrogen content is not enough, and the comprehensive fertility is obviously not as good as the bird droppings after time sedimentation and rain washing.

Often a handful of bird droppings is worth a bucket of cow droppings. If the latter is used, it must be sprinkled with urea.

Brown farm itself is unable to produce high-quality urea in large quantities. Directly using urine not only burns roots, but also easily leads to soil hardening when mixed with manure.

Therefore, they often import synthetic and organic fertilizers from Jushi city or Honghe town and mix them with fermented manure.

Not only brown farm, but also the whole area around Qingquan City, which is the case in almost all the settlements of farming survivors.

"Make an offer!"

"We only brought 300 kilograms. Give me a sincere price and we can cooperate in the future."

One mu of land needs about 10 ~ 50 kg of fertilizer, which can not be generalized according to different crops, soil conditions, fertilizer types and expected harvest.

From the pre war map, the area of the whole farm is not large. At the top of the sky, 80 ~ 100 mu of cultivated land can be collected, which is equivalent to 7 ~ 9 standard playgrounds.

Of course, it does not rule out that they are engaged in three-dimensional agriculture and indoor planting. After all, similar technologies were not rare before the war.

Chu Guang couldn't guess their needs, so he simply let them make their own quotation.

Liu Zhengyue hesitated for a moment and said tentatively.

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

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

Thanks to my side, I didn't speak first.

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

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

Chu Guang looked at him and said.

"Minimum 5 tons."

"5 tons?! that's impossible," Liu Zhengyue exclaimed. "Our output per mu of land is only 500 Jin of green wheat."

"That's because you don't use our fertilizer. It's 1000 kg from next year."

The yield of this mutant crop is not good

If only we could get the pre war seed bank.

If the standard wheat is used, the amount of real estate per mu of the earth in parallel with the world is less than 600 kg. The high kilo is not a problem. Tens of thousands of kg must be bragging.

Chu Guang thought in his heart, even if he was in the shelter, should there always be some seed inventory in those normal shelters?

I don't know whether it was because of the distance or the climate that the pre war crops did not become popular on the waste soil.

Or is it just not in this area?

"Are you dreaming? Yield 1000 kg per mu?" Liu Zhengyue stared at the boss, shook her head and said, "friend, if you are really sincere, 3 tons... This is the bottom line I can accept. We have a stable supplier to supply a large number of goods. Do you think your guano stone is irreplaceable?"

"But it must be the most cost-effective, and I don't think they will sell it to you at a low price," Chu Guang said, looking at him. "It's my biggest concession to exchange 1 kg for 12 kg of grain. For the sake of coming early this winter."

"Next year we will also supply this thing in large quantities. If you can't accept the price, I'd rather go back and sell it to passing merchants."

Guano stones by Linghu lake are scattered in the South shoal and extend to the East. The reserves are not rich, but there are definitely many. It can be dug with a little time and manpower.

Chu Guang doesn't know why the survivors didn't find the feng shui treasure land, but anyway, it belongs to him now.

Liu Zhengyue hesitated and finally nodded.

"OK, you'd better not lie to me... Next spring, we need 3 tons of guano stone, which will be used in the sowing season. Where are you? Qingquan city or around? If it's not far away, we can pick up the goods."

"There's no need. When this winter passes, we'll naturally deliver it to the door."

Chu Guang smiled and stretched out his right hand.

"Then I wish us a happy cooperation."

Although her face was painful, Liu Zhengyue squeezed out a smile and held his extended hand.

"... happy cooperation."