This Game is Too Real

   Chapter 74 The Harvest Before Winter

   "3 tons of struvite... Based on the average consumption of 30 jin per mu, the actual cultivated area must be more than 100 mu, which is much larger than expected."

   On the way back, Chu Guang thought and wrote in a small notebook with a pen.

   "It seems that my speculation is correct. They should have applied some soilless cultivation techniques, and this part of the production capacity accounts for 15%~30% of the total production capacity...or even more."

  Brown Farm will make part of the manure and buy some from other merchants. The actual cultivated area is probably larger than he imagined.

  Before crossing, Chu Guang heard of a pipeline-type soilless cultivation technology, which can maximize the use of space and water resources. As long as the fertility is sufficient, one mu of land can be used as ten mu of land.

In the pre-war era of this world, there seems to be a similar technology, and the space utilization is maximized, regardless of the energy cost, a "skyscraper" integrating automatic seeding, cultivation, ripening, harvesting, assembly line transportation, packaging and distribution has been developed , it can really achieve more than ten thousand catties per mu.

   Its name is CNC planting tower, which is the ultimate form of industrial planting technology.

   Very cyberpunk.

  The energy source of Brown Farm is definitely not that luxurious, but since part of the electricity can be exchanged for food, the electricity resources should not be too scarce.

   In addition, they have planted fields for a century at least, so they will inherit some of the technology and improve it to adapt to the wasteland environment.

   At this moment, Chu Guang suddenly had a whim.

   "Could it be that... some kind of energy crop was planted?"

  Brown Farm is not only planting green wheat. I heard that this stuff matures very quickly. After harvesting, there is still a chance to plant a round of croissants, beans, fruits and vegetables or other crops.

  Perhaps the latter is the one with the greatest need for fertility?

  At the end of the 20th century, commercial crops, by-products or artificially cultivated special crops have been used to produce ethanol and biodiesel.

   If it is a reasonable guess, in the pre-war world that has mastered controllable fusion technology, similar technology may be more developed than he imagined.

   However, in the era of major breakthroughs in nuclear fusion technology, the practical use of this energy crop should not be to produce alternatives to fossil fuels.

   but as an industrial raw material.

   "...Brown Farm itself does not have industrial capacity, and some of the economic (energy) crops it produces are partly used as fuel, partly sold to traders from Boulder City, and supplied as industrial raw materials to factories in Boulder City."

   "The product is suspected to be some kind of rubber, crude oil analog or other hydrocarbon."

   "And, this crop should consume a lot of fertility!"

  Chu Guang wrote this line on the note.

   The gain from this transaction was even greater than he imagined.

   Not only the grains, tools in the caravan, and the "order" of 3 tons of struvite in the spring of next year, but also the intelligence gathered indirectly through the transaction.

  Especially these kinds of information were impossible to collect when he was still a scavenger.

   After I go back, I can publish the setting collection on the official website for players' reference.

   While Chu Guang was analyzing the information, the players beside him were beeping softly.

   "1 kilogram of struvite can be exchanged for 10 kilograms of grain? I read that right."

   "You read it wrong, it's 12 kilograms."

   "I don't understand, is this green wheat too cheap, or the stones we picked up from the lake are too valuable."

   "Maybe both? Maybe not... Wait, how much did we buy the grain from the warehouse?"

   "1 kilogram of green wheat looks like 1 silver coin, I know what you want to say, right?"

   "Yes! Is this reasonable?"

   "Don't worry, although there is no farming system, I can bet that the price of NPC's harvesting green wheat will not exceed 1 kg and 1 copper. Is it reasonable to think so?"

   "Pfft, it's like a hammer in the Tai River! Sell us 1 silver coin and 1 kilogram!"

   "Calm down, which game isn't like this? Besides, don't you have to be serious, doesn't the food price in reality fluctuate up and down. At that time, some players will sell it, and those that can't be sold will be sold to the NPC's granary."

   Having said that, the player whose ID is [Mole Rat in the Canyon] sighed and said with a rather regretful expression.

"It would be great if the runner system could be opened up. 1 kilogram of struvite was shipped to Brown's Farm and exchanged for grain, and when it was shipped back, it would be 12 kilograms of grain. Even if it was sold to NPC, it would cost more than 2 copper coins! 12 kilograms, at least 1 silver. Believe it or not? This game is really terrifying."

   Although Chu Guang didn't look up and ignored him, he still glanced at this guy and smiled in his heart.

   is right.

   But the pattern is still small.

  If you take the struvite to the Brown Farm to exchange for grain, and then take the wholesale grain to the Boulder City to exchange for guns, do you believe that one hundred kilograms of bird droppings can be exchanged for five or six guns?

rest assured.

   When spring starts next year, your great manager will do this business for you. The chips you earn will be the foreign exchange reserves of the base, and will be divided into you.

What?

   Do you want to settle the reward in Boulder's currency?

  What, you still want to buy a house and marry a wife in Jushi City?

   Actually, Chu Guang didn't mean to "exploit" his little players, and compared to the farmer of Brown Farm and the old leech of Bate Street, he was not exploited at all.

   In the blueprint planned by Chuguang, the currency issued by Refuge 404 will replace the chips issued by Boulder City until the fifth generation currency at the latest, becoming the hardest currency in the entire Qingquan City and surrounding areas.

   Eat a little hardship now, but also for everyone to enjoy happiness together in the future.

   "Master Manager, there seems to be someone in front of you."

  “?”

Again?

  The little book was stuffed back into his pocket. Chu Guang reflexively stretched his right hand towards the sledgehammer behind him. However, as soon as he touched the handle of the hammer, he realized that there were only two people.

  I saw the strong man who had met him at the door earlier, using a shotgun against the serf whom he had brought out earlier.

   The latter put his head in his hands and knelt on the ground tremblingly.

   The group stopped.

  Chu Guang looked at the strong man, and the strong man also looked at him blankly.

"Is there a problem?"

"No."

  Chu Guang glanced at the poor man who didn't dare to move when the gun was pointed at him, then looked at the strong man, and asked with a strange expression.

"This is?"

  The strong man didn't want to explain, after all, this is his own private matter, but seeing that this group of people is not easy to provoke, he still said it cautiously.

   "...he is the master's slave. He is old and has arthritis in his legs. He can't work, and he broke a plate yesterday. The master asked me to take him outside and dispose of it."

   After listening to the strong man's words, Chu Guang only remembered that every winter Brown Farm seems to dispose of a few slaves who can't do heavy work and no one buys them, and will buy new ones from slave traders in the coming year.

   Where did these slaves come from?

  The ghost knows.

   Some were auctioned off by creditors because of debts, some were captured by looters and lost their freedom, some were simply clones, or some forgotten sanctuary facility was suddenly unsealed.

  Chu Guang even heard that some scavengers sold themselves or their relatives because they could not survive.

  In this wasteland, a slave who is about to end his life is not even worth a two-headed ox that can carry goods.

   At least the latter has more flesh on his body.

   "Please, please let me live."

   The strong man glanced impatiently at the man kneeling on the ground.

   "Even if I let you go, where can you go? Let's give you a good time, don't make me embarrassed."

   "Please, please..."

   The serf had nothing else to say.

   "Wait a minute."

  Chu Guang stepped forward and looked at the old man kneeling on the ground.

"how old are you."

  “51…”

   is indeed a bit old.

   As far as slaves are concerned, it is already old age.

   But think about it another way, it also means experience.

  Chu Guang continued to ask.

"what can you do."

   seems to have seen the hope of life, the old man turned around tremblingly, and reached out to hug the life-saving straw.

   When the strong man saw it, he kicked him away with a quick kick and scolded him.

   "Don't touch the master's guest with your dirty hands, do you want to be hanged?"

   His eyesight could tell that this group had business dealings with the owner.

   Although he was kicked, the old serf didn't care at all, got up and didn't even look at the strong man, raised his wrinkled face and looked at Chu Guang.

   "I, I can farm, know numbers, do carpentry, move things... I can do any kind of work." Please, my lord, give me a way to survive. "

"You can count," the brawny sneered. "You can count those potatoes, too? My lord, don't listen to his nonsense. At his age, he can't work anymore. It's been two months this month. No one is interested in him as a trader in the slave trade."

  Chu Guang took out a white chip from his pocket and flicked it into the strong man's hand with his thumb.

"Is it enough?"

   The brawny man had a happy expression and nodded quickly.

   "Enough is enough."

   Mosquitoes are meat no matter how small, and this slave is not his

   Put away the chips, the strong man raised the shotgun and fired a shot at the sky, then picked up the bullet case on the ground, bowed to Chu Guang, and happily carried the gun back to meet.

  The serf shrank on the ground and shivered. He was obviously frightened by the shot just now, and he looked as if he had lost his soul.

  Chu Guang instructed a player to step forward and pull him up, bring him to him, and command him in a commanding tone.

   "I bought your life, and now you work for me."

   I finally got my soul back.

  The serf wanted to kneel immediately, but was stopped by Chu Guang raising his hand.

   "We don't want to kneel down here. Put your right fist on your left chest to show loyalty. If I find out that you have any betrayal or infidelity, don't let me do it, dig it out and feed it to the dog."

   This kind of scare words Chu Guang said, if there is a traitor, just throw it in the active substance extractor and practice it, there is no need to spend so much trouble.

   Although Chu Guang himself is a civilized person.

   But after living here and observing for a period of time, he knows that some problems cannot be solved with the ideas of civilized people.

  Aboriginal people and players are two different creatures at the root.

   For indigenous people, they have to use indigenous methods to manage.

   This is good for both parties.

"Yes, my lord," the old man bowed his head obediently, with a more reassuring expression, and put his right fist on his chest very sensible, "I offer you my loyalty... My name is Luca, no, I have no name, please You named me."

   "Just call Luca."

  Chu Guang was too lazy to waste time and waved to the players.

   "Keep going."

   "We have to go back before noon."

  …

  This business trip can be said to be full of harvest.

  300kg of struvite was exchanged for 3600kg of green wheat and croissant, 100kg of bacon was exchanged for 500kg of green wheat and 5 tools.

Although Chu Guang wanted to quibble, venison and hyena meat are different, the former will be rarer than the latter, after all, it is not always possible to encounter deer migration, but the other party said that in this case, let's use hyena meat, anyway, as long as it is not human meat It was the same for them as mouse meat and fish meat, so Chu Guang had no choice but to give up.

   On the other hand, Liu Zhengyue still looked at the relationship between the two parties and made a small concession, allowing him to choose 5 tools or 1 catty of tobacco leaves to take away, which was regarded as a gift.

  Chu Guang is of course the choice of tools, and the ones he chooses are pipe wrenches and fire axe. Even if you don't need it at that time, you can make steel and copper when you bring it back.

   In addition, 25kg of smoked fish was exchanged for almost 150kg of scrap metal.

   Unlike those aluminum and steel alloys that can be seen all over the street, these metals are good products containing copper and zinc.

   Originally, Liu Zhengyue didn't want to sell it, but he probably thought that the merchants would not come for a few months anyway, and it would be useless to stay on the farm, so after asking the owner, he nodded in agreement.

  The noon sun shines overhead, and the trees are shadowed on the road.

  Except for one power player pulling the cart, the rest of the players were scattered around the caravan.

  Occasionally see the mutant cockroaches approaching, and they rush up to beat with sticks, they are more excited than the mutants.

  If Xenomorphs could think, they would be stupid at the moment.

   Who is the prey?

  The only thing Chu Guang needs to do is to stop their hoarding habit, and when he sees anything weird, he wants to put them in his pockets.

  Although some indigestible gadgets can occasionally be found in the stomach of the mutant cockroach, and even chips or bullets can be found with great luck, but the probability is too small.

   In most cases, cockroach eggs are found.

  Old Luca shivered as he watched, probably frightened by the actions of these people.

   He had never seen such a strange person, and had no idea what they were thinking.

   But Luca is very clear that as a servant, he doesn't need to think about this problem. The less he knows, the longer he lives, so he didn't say a word along the way.

  I want to sing happily.

   led the caravan back to the outpost. Chu Guang, who had just arrived at the door, happened to see that the two brothers from the Yu family, who were carrying their prey, were anxiously gesturing something with the players at the south gate.

  Chu Guang's eyes lit up and called out from a distance.

   Hearing the familiar voice, the Yu brothers immediately turned around and waved their hands with joy.

   "Brother Chu!"

   (end of this chapter)