This Game is Too Real

   Chapter 73 Bird droppings business

   This is the second snow that Qingquan City has ushered in since September.

   And very coincidentally, just in time for players to rotate online and offline. As soon as many people opened the door, they saw bits of silver scattered next to the torches.

   "It's only late September... It's too early for winter to come."

   "It's really early."

   "A wave of rational analysis, maybe the orbital debris in outer space blocked part of the sunlight, causing the planet to absorb insufficient heat. Coupled with the rapid decline of civilized activities caused by the war, the lush vegetation weakened the greenhouse effect..."

   "No, this game can still be so real?"

   "It depends on how the game operator sets it up. Anyway, doesn't the setting on the official website say that they have hit the sky, so they are allowed to talk nonsense, and I am not allowed to talk nonsense?"

   "Nima..."

   There was a knock at the north gate.

   Confirmed that it was his own, the guard on the wall greeted him, and the player beside the door lifted the latch to let the people outside.

  Chu Guang looked towards the north gate.

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

   Dropped on the ground together, and the corpse of a mutant hyena.

   "Dear Manager, we found this guy near the northern elevated observation point!"

   Both players had injuries on their bodies, but this man was obviously injured more seriously. He simply had a broken arrow stuck in his knee, and he grinned in pain.

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

   "Big, my lord, I'm a scavenger nearby, I don't know where I offended you."

   "The scavengers won't be out here at this point."

   "I, accidentally delayed for a while..."

   Ignoring this pale rhetoric, Chu Guang took out 5 silver coins from his pocket and handed them to the players, asking them to divide them by themselves, then leaned down and looked at the man, his index finger hooked up to the necklace around his neck.

   There is a human phalanx strung there.

   And it looks like the index finger.

  In the Blood Hand clan, the skull is the chief's "royal" vessel, while the phalanx is a favorite decoration of most marauders.

   He would cut off the index fingers of the captives, dry them in the sun, and make ornaments such as bracelets, necklaces, pendants, and even bone armor to show off their bravery and brutality.

   Throwing away the oily necklace in disgust, Chu Guang straightened up with a blank expression.

   He didn't look at the man whose face was ashes, but looked at the two players.

   "The Predator."

   "Send to the gallows."

   The two players said respectfully.

"Yes!"

   "Follow orders!"

   Bringing it back alive is just because the reward is relatively high, and most of the players are no strangers to the methods of predators.

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

   But for the man who was about to be hanged, it was a different state of mind.

   seemed to have guessed his own fate, hysterical mourning and begging for mercy, was dragged all the way outside the north gate, adding a bit of fear and blood to the desolate woods outside the gate.

   The sound and sin came to an abrupt end.

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

   Standing in front of the sanatorium, Chu Guang showed no pity in his heart, and even yawned. Seeing that the furnace of the extractor started to run, he turned and walked towards the elevator of the sanatorium.

   It is already twelve o'clock in the morning.

  I have to get up at six tomorrow.

   The enthusiasm of these players to go online is higher than expected, and Chu Guang feels that his biological clock is about to be messed up.

  …

   The snow was not heavy, but it lasted for a long time. It continued from early morning until 5:00 in the morning the next day.

   A layer of hoarfrost was condensed on the ground, and there was a rustling sound when you stepped on it, and when the sun rose, it disappeared as if it had never existed.

   "There seem to be fewer alien species in the city at night."

   "Is it because of the snow?"

"I guess so, maybe they are hiding when the weather is cold, but those gnawings don't seem to have any effect. I see them coming out of the community and wandering the streets until four or five o'clock before slowly moving back. ."

   "Do you remember where they came from?"

   "Probably remember, I'll go offline for a meal first, and I'll post a forum on the map later."

   "Brother steady!"

   The players who returned from the reconnaissance point were talking to other players in the square of the base, and Chu Guang, who was standing at the entrance of the nursing home, heard all these sounds.

  With no radio, these players usually exchange information in the square, especially during peak times of online and offline.

   For Chu Guang, this is another good source of information besides the forum.

   These players are like his eyes.

   However, he has something to do for a while, so he can't stay here forever.

   He had to make another trip to Brown's Farm and come back with some supplies before the snow closed the road. This time he prepared a new trade item - some struvite.

   At Brown Farm, it should be able to sell for a good price.

   "Master Manager, the supplies you ordered are ready, and we can leave at any time!"

  【Mole Rat in the Canyon】who was wearing a hyena fur coat, walked over excitedly.

On his back is a temporarily issued 7mm bolt-action iron barrel rifle, a studded wooden stick and a short knife are tied to the left waist, and a molotov cocktail filled with wood tar is tied to the right. More and more like this Aboriginal people in the wasteland.

   However, he has not grasped the essence yet.

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

   looked at him and nodded, Chu Guang said.

   "You wait for me."

   After saying that, Chu Guang turned around and went back to the shelter. After a while, he walked out wearing the KV-1 power armor, and carried the nitrogen power hammer drawn from the system behind his back.

   Seeing the manager's outfit, the eyes of the surrounding players all stared.

   "Fuck, this hammer is a bit handsome!"

   "Cow! Did I miss any plot? When did our NPC change the equipment."

   "I don't know, maybe it's already in the shelter... Doesn't the official website set up to say that the underground is a huge frozen dormancy facility? Maybe there is an equipment warehouse?"

   "Hey! I want to make one too!"

   "Don't think about it, the NPC's equipment is just for you to see, but I'm curious if this thing is really useful in the wasteland? In the face of bullets."

   "You're stupid, you haven't seen any awesome armor, it doesn't mean you don't have it, maybe this thing is used together with something else."

   "The atmosphere is suddenly cyberpunk."

   "What cyberpunk, this is wasteland punk!"

   "I know, but you are so serious when you play memes, it makes you look stupid."

   As a competent NPC, Chu Guang neither picked up their stalks nor paid attention to their excited exchanges. He fulfilled his duties on his own and walked to the prepared caravan.

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

   It turns out that this guy's technology is quite reliable as long as it is making tools that are within the scope of normal people's understanding.

  The whole caravan is 2.5 meters long and 1 meter wide, and the space inside is quite spacious. The chassis also uses springs to make simple shock absorbers, so there is no problem in transporting people.

  Considering rain and dust protection, the ceiling is covered with two layers of picked up plastic sheets, and the front and rear are made of curtains.

   In this way, even if it rains, you don’t have to worry about getting the contents inside, which can be said to be quite useful.

The only drawback of    is that there are no cattle or mules in the outpost, so the player can only pull it temporarily.

"Set off!"

   Following Chu Guang's order, the caravan team consisting of 6 players and 1 NPC left the south gate of the outpost and headed towards Brown's Farm under the envious eyes of other players.

   is different from last time.

   This time the movement is so big, it will inevitably attract the attention of some alien species.

  Especially like mutant cockroaches the size of a puppy and mutant flies the size of a washbasin, these insect-like mutants seem to have lost their fear of humans after they mutated, and they emerged from the shadows when they heard the movement.

   However, these players are no longer new to the game, especially after the baptism of the battle, they have been able to do it well when facing the enemy.

  Chu Guang didn't make a move at all, sitting in the back, watching the players use swords, guns, sticks and stones to get rid of these miscellaneous soldiers.

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

   What is more interesting is that Chu Guang found that his genetic sequence is not only a basic exercise, but also can accumulate a small amount of development progress when leading players to battle.

   This unique way of evolution made Chu Guang very curious.

   However, he can't record the development progress of the gene sequence in real time for the time being, and he can only do in-depth research when conditions are available in the future.

   Stopped and walked along the way, bypassing the ruins that could not be passed, and finally arrived at the 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, leading a thin serf out of the wall.

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

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

   "We are passing traders, don't be nervous."

   "How can there be a businessman at this time—hey, is that you?"

  Liu Zhengyue, who was standing on the fence, was stunned for a moment, the barrel of the gun that had just been extended was retracted, and her eyes were staring straight at the exoskeleton and hammer on Chu Guang—and the blue coat under the exoskeleton.

   He clearly remembered that this guy was not dressed like this the last time he came here.

   "That's right, it's me." Chu Guang smiled lightly and shouted at the wall, "We need food, steel and copper."

   "What are you going to exchange?"

   Liu Zhengyue stared vigilantly at the group of people outside the fence, looking back and forth at the equipment on them, a little uncertain.

   This group is obviously much stronger 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 save some grain for the winter, and they have to prepare some surplus grain to prevent the plunderers from attacking the autumn wind.

  The looters from the north come here from time to time, and although the farm is not without guns, no one wants to risk fighting those people.

   When there is a wave of harassment during the spring ploughing, the loss will not only be the little grain of the tribute.

However……

   The gun on the other side's back made him have to carefully consider the risk of rejection.

  Chu Guang didn't say a word, just walked to the front of the caravan, opened the curtain, took out a sack from inside, and tore the rope tied to it.

   Liu Zhengyue's eyes narrowed, trying to see more clearly.

"This is……"

"High-purity magnesium ammonium phosphate, if you don't understand it, you can understand it as struvite. In short, it is a high-quality fertilizer," Chu Guang looked up at Liu Zhengyue on the wall, his tone was slightly displeased, "Can you come down? Talk, I'm tired of talking like this."

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

   After dropping this sentence, Liu Zhengyue disappeared from the fence, but not long after, he led a serf out and reappeared at the main entrance.

   "My old friend...you've changed a bit."

   "I have made a fortune recently."

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

   "Is it important?" Chu Guang smiled lightly and said, "Don't worry, I picked up this coat."

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

   "I need to inspect the goods."

   This is a reasonable request, Chu Guang nodded.

"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 stepped forward, stretched out his index finger and wiped the bag, then put his finger in his mouth like no one else and took a sip.

   "It's struvite."

   Hearing this sentence, a smile appeared on Liu Zhengyue's face.

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

  The dung of livestock and people is also a kind of fertilizer after heating, but the nitrogen content is not enough, and the comprehensive fertility is obviously inferior to the struvite that has been precipitated by time and washed by rain.

   A handful of bird dung is often worth a bucket of cow dung. And if the latter is used, it has to be sprinkled with urea.

  Brown Farm itself is not capable of producing high-quality urea in large quantities. Using urine directly will not only burn the roots, but also cause soil compaction when mixed with manure.

   Therefore, they often import synthetic and organic fertilizers from Boulder City or Honghe Town, and mix them with fermented manure.

  Not only Brown Farm, but the entire Qingquan City and surrounding areas, and almost all the settlements of the survivors of farming.

   "You make a price!"

   "We only brought 300 kilograms. If you give me a sincere price, we can cooperate in the future."

  One mu of land needs about tens of kilograms of organic fertilizer, which cannot be generalized according to the difference of crops, soil conditions, fertilizer types, and expected harvests.

   Judging from the map before the war, the area of ​​the entire farm is not large. It can make up 80~100 mu of arable land, 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 uncommon before the war.

  Chu Guang couldn't guess their needs, so he simply asked them to quote for themselves.

   Liu Zhengyue said tentatively after hesitating for a moment.

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

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

   It's a shame that I didn't speak first.

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

   Now it seems that the price of 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?! This is impossible," Liu Zhengyue exclaimed, "Our output per mu of land is only 500 catties of green wheat."

   "That's because you didn't use our fertilizer, and it will be 1,000 jin from next year."

  The yield of this mutant crop is not good...

   In other words, it would be great if I could get the pre-war seed bank.

   For wheat, the output of one mu of land in the parallel world is 600 jin. If it is more than 1000 jin, it is not a problem. If it is tens of thousands of jin, it must be bragging.

  Chu Guang pondered in his heart, forgetting his own shelter, there should be some seed stocks in those normal shelters, right?

   I don’t know if it was because of distance or because of the climate that pre-war crops didn’t catch on in the wasteland.

   Or, just not in this area?

"Are you dreaming? One kilogram per mu?" Liu Zhengyue's eyes widened and he shook his head and said, "Friends, if you are really sincere, 3 tons... This is the bottom line I can accept. We have a stable supply. Do you think your struvite is irreplaceable?"

"But it's definitely the most cost-effective, and I don't think they ship it all the way and sell it to you at a cheaper price," Chu Guang said, looking at him, "1 kilogram for 12 kilograms of grain, depending on whether it comes early this winter. It's my biggest concession."

   "Next year we will also supply a lot of this stuff. If you can't accept the price, I'd rather go back and sell it to a passing trader."

  The struvite by the Linghu Lake is scattered in the shoal on the south side and extends to the east side.

  Chu Guang didn't know why the survivors didn't discover the feng shui treasure land, but it was his territory now anyway.

   Liu Zhengyue hesitated for a while, but finally nodded.

   "Okay, you better not lie to me... Next spring, we need 3 tons of struvite, which will be used during the sowing season. Where are you? Qingquan City or the surrounding area? If it's not far, we can pick up the goods."

   "There's no need for that. When this winter is over, we will naturally deliver to your door."

  Chu Guang smiled and stretched out his right hand.

   "Then wish us a happy cooperation."

  Although his face was aching, Liu Zhengyue squeezed out a smile and held his outstretched hand.

   “… nice to work with.”

   (end of this chapter)