The construction of outposts requires tools.
And the amount needed is quite a lot.
For example, tongs and hammers for forging, axes for cutting trees and saws for decomposing wood, and small tools such as screwdrivers, screws, nails and wrenches.
Without tools, a lot of work is either difficult to carry out or extremely inefficient even if carried out.
For example, the plastering knives used by players in the outpost to repair walls are all substitutes made of wood for [WC really has mosquitoes].
In fact, these tools can be easily found in hardware stores, department stores, repair shops and other places in the first few years of the waste earth era.
Thanks to the advanced material technology before the war, the quality of these things is usually good.
However, two hundred years later, the places that are easy to search have already been searched out, such as department stores, repair shops and other places with rich resources. In the early years, they were even the nests of the survivors, and there was not much left.
However, everything is not absolute.
Just as until 211 years later, scavengers can still find a little poor material from the waste soil, there will always be some good things left by careless people.
These things are usually sold by scavengers to nearby survivors' settlements and placed on the shelves as garbage for those passing caravans to choose from.
Chu Guang's idea is very simple.
He plans to take two players to the nearby Brown Farm to trade in order to exchange the materials needed by the outpost.
Before leaving, I changed into the casual clothes I picked up.
With Yeshihe Fangchang, Chu Guang set out from the south gate of the Wetland Park, avoided No. 76 Street, and walked along the dilapidated path toward the southeast.
The distance between Beite Street and Brown Farm is about the same. The straight-line distance on the map is about three kilometers. The difference is that one is in the south and the other is in the southeast.
The reason for choosing Brown Farm is simple.
One is that no one knows themselves, let alone their details. Another is that the road to Brown Farm will be a little easier to walk through, and there will be relatively few ruins.
Even so, walking on waste soil actually takes more than three kilometers.
A group of people stopped and walked along the road to avoid the impassable ruins. During this period, they not only need to be aware of alien species, but also be careful of being watched by malicious survivors.
Finally, before nine o'clock in the morning, the group arrived near the destination.
At the end of the mud road, there was a spacious iron gate, and on both sides of the iron gate were walls made of concrete and stones.
The wall is not high, which is less than three meters long. A row of aluminum alloy awnings and steel bars are inserted on the wall. It seems that industrial waste has been used to raise the wall.
The dense bullet holes on the wall and the hanging scaffold with bones hanging outside the wall all show that people here are not easy to provoke.
From the signboard beside the road, it can be seen that before the war, it was an idyllic farmhouse.
All kinds of signs indicate that at the beginning of the collapse of order, the survivors who escaped from the urban area occupied here.
It's different from Bate Street.
Mr. Brown, the farmer of Brown Farm, is a real landlord, and there are a large number of free people here, not like Bate Street.
People living here have only two identities, they are either the thugs of farmers or serfs.
However, Chu Guang was not too worried about the evil intentions of the other party. However, those forces who had two plots of land to plant seldom took the initiative to attack outsiders. After all, people wearing shoes had to decide whether it was worth bullying barefoot.
Walk to the place about 10 meters away from the iron gate and stop.
Chu Guang raises his right fist and signals the two players behind him to stop.
At the same time when the crowd stopped, a dark gun barrel also protruded from the aluminum alloy plates on the wall.
Showing weapons means no hostility.
It seems that this contact was a success, and Chu Guang felt a little relieved.
The man standing on the wall shouted angrily.
"Hey, hey, stop! Who are you? What are you doing here?"
"We have no malice, just want to exchange something with you." The player behind us is not nervous, Chuguang looks at the man in front without changing his face and says.
"Change something?"
The man took a quick look at the cart behind the three, and did not remove his index finger from the trigger. He still stared at Chu Guang with suspicious eyes.
"I haven't seen you. Where do you come from?"
Chu Guang carried out the prepared speech in advance.
"From the wilderness, we moved here recently."
The man hesitated.
"Nomads?"
Chu Guang shrugged his shoulders and gave him an ambiguous answer.
"It depends on your understanding."
Nomadic people are not rare on waste soil, especially in the suburbs. They can even be said to be relatively common.
These people usually do not enter urban areas, but mainly travel in the wilderness between cities.
They do not do farming, but live on grazing and hunting, chasing the footprints of different species and herds of animals, moving from one area to another, and occasionally doing business like businessmen, exchanging their prey and garbage for daily necessities.
Of course, they occasionally engage in the business of robbing houses.
There are no absolute good or bad people on the waste soil. Under specific circumstances and conditions, anyone can become a predator.
The man did not immediately trust the three men in front of the door, but the guns they held also made him afraid to act rashly.
In particular, I don't know how many of their "tribes" are.
"What do you have in your stock? What are you going to exchange?"
"50 kilograms of dried bacon, 20 kilograms of smoked fish, and 10 pieces of mutant hyenas' fur... We need hardware tools and food grown in the field. I promise that we will leave after the transaction is completed, and will not stay here for another second."
Finally, he believed that this group was coming to trade. The man slowly pulled back the gun that stretched out the cover and said in a warning tone.
"You wait here. I'll go back and ask for instructions."
"Go ahead."
After saying that, Chu Guang stood still and waited.
The two players behind him were whispering.
"The survivors' stronghold is a bit of a boon... I'm talking about the architectural style here, which has the flavor of post apocalypse."
"Indeed, it seems that there is a lot of content in this update."
"Is that the new NPC?"
"It should be, but I don't know what he is talking about."
"Who knows, I only know that the expression looks like it needs beating......"
"I think so, too."
Nobody likes being pointed at by a gun.
Chu Guang didn't like it either.
But after all, I can't revive myself, so I have to restrain myself when I am out in the waves.
I didn't wait too long. The iron door in front opened quickly.
A wooden trailer was pulled by a serf in handcuffs and came out of the wall under the surveillance of two gunmen.
The trailer was piled with sacks full of grain and tools stuffed with wooden frames.
The man who had called Chu Guang on the wall came out of the door and stared at him.
"Liu Zhengyue."
"Chuguang."
The two men shook hands briefly and soon let go.
Looking at Chu Guang, Liu Zhengyue continued.
"I want to know what meat you are carrying in your car."
"The dried bacon is the meat of the mutant hyenas, and the smoked fish is catfish and crucian carp. You can check it at will," Chuguang said calmly.
He knew what the man was worried about.
Without nonsense, Liu Zhengyue went forward, reached for the plastic cloth on the cart and examined it closely.
Especially the bacon is the key inspection object.
He took out a knife from his waist, randomly picked a piece of dry meat with good quality, cut a section about the size of his thumb, and threw it to the serf pulling the cart.
"Yes."
The serf did not dare to resist, so he quickly put the dried meat into his mouth, for fear of being beaten slowly, and said after chewing for a while.
"It is the meat of a mutant hyena, without salt, and it is air dried."
It's normal that there is no salt taste. After all, it's inland. Liu Zhengyue didn't say much and waited quietly with his eyes closed.
Almost ten minutes passed.
Seeing that the serf did not have any abnormal reaction, his eyebrows stretched slightly, looked back at Chu Guang, and said with his hands gesturing figures.
"1kg bacon, smoked fish, 2kg green wheat, or 2kg sweet potatoes. Fur for tools, one for one."
The sweet potato is a kind of root crop. It tastes a bit like a potato and is shaped like a goat's horn.
Because it is rich in carbohydrates and easy to store and grow, it, like green wheat, is the main food for survivors in the nearby area.
When he was in Beite Street before, Chu Guang once saw some survivors planting this thing at their own door, for example, the other family.
Chu Guang had tried planting before, but soon gave up.
It's not that he can't grow it, but that he goes out every day to collect waste, and no one at home looks at him. The first crop has just grown up, and I don't know which family will let him go
It might be a good idea to buy some sweet potatoes and go back to the outpost to grow them.
"At least five kilograms of grain should be exchanged for one kilogram of bacon, and half of green wheat and half of sweet potatoes. In addition, these furs are superior furs, and at least three tools should be exchanged for one piece," Chu Guang shook his head and said, "I have been to Beite Street. Don't think I don't know the market."
The price is only for bargaining.
However, to Chu Guang's surprise, after hearing his offer, Liu Zhengyue did not bargain, but looked at him in amazement.
Is it too high?
When Chu Guang was thinking about whether to give up on his own initiative, the man finally came to his senses, looked at Chu Guang strangely and nodded slowly.
"... close the deal."
Are these people not bargaining in business?
Chu Guang was stunned at first. However, his previous experience in sales made him immediately understand what was going on, and he immediately swore in his heart.
Grass!
The mayor of the town!
Even food prices are too daren't fool around!
The two players next to them were totally confused. After all, they didn't understand the communication between the manager and the "aboriginal".
But look at the man nodding
Should the deal be concluded?
I just don't know why, the face of the manager is not very good looking.
50kg dried bacon and 20kg smoked fish were exchanged for 350kg green wheat and croissant, which were filled with a dozen sacks.
The remaining ten furs were replaced with thirty tools.
When Chuguang selects tools, he selects those of good quality, preferably alloy products produced before the war.
Although these are antiques two hundred years ago.
In terms of quality, it is better than the imitations made by aborigines on waste soil with iron or pure steel.
Liu Zhengyue didn't say anything and didn't care about Chu Guang's pickiness.
Obviously, there is still a pile of these tools in the farm. Bagcheng is sold by garbage collectors nearby and picked up by passing businessmen.
After weighing the grain, all the grain was loaded onto the cart.
Liu Zhengyue shook hands with Chu Guang, and finally a stiff smile appeared on his face, which was strained by distrust.
"Welcome back."
"I will."
"We still have some varieties of tobacco here, do you need them?" Liu Zhengyue took a pinch of sun dried tobacco out of his pocket and sold it to Chu Guang, "It can relieve fatigue, and it can also add flavor when wrapped in food, which is very useful."
"Next time, we have nothing to trade."
If possible, Chu Guang wanted to buy one or two slaves to go back to work, but as he said, he had nothing to trade.
Maybe next time?
"No, no, no, my friend, this bag is free. It's a gift for you."
Liu Zhengyue put it into Chu Guang's hand with a smile. This time, his smile was much more skillful than before.
Hearing that it was a gift, Chu Guang stopped refusing and accepted it.
Although he doesn't smoke this thing, he can still exchange it for one or two chips.
Smoke yourself?
impossible.
The transaction was finally completed.
Chu Guang ordered Fang Chang to drag the cart on the road. Finally, he shook hands with Liu Zhengyue and followed him with Ye Shi.
On the way back, Chu Guang was in a very good mood.
This transaction can be described as a bumper harvest.
The two players who came with him were also in a good mood, and they were discussing excitedly at the moment.
"This is called Brown Farm?"
Chief Fang: "Well, I remember the same name... Not surprisingly, today's test should be the trading system, and the new neutral force stronghold! Just my guess, the next step should be to update the new business running game. Do you remember what the dog told us before planning? The economic system of waste soil OL will be designed according to the completely real demand supply system, and material exchange with other survivors gathering places is essential! I expect this part will be updated in two versions! "
Night 10: "Mom, I'm looking forward to the public beta!"
Fang Long: "The public beta is still early. The game company is ambitious, and there is still much to be tested. But I don't think it needs to wait until the public beta. By the time of the internal beta, the game content should be very rich!"
Night 10: "But then again... Are you sure that you are talking about dog planning here? Brother Guang can't hear you?"
Fang Chang took a cool breath.
"Hiss... grass, I'm so flustered when you say that. Brother Guang, I'm wrong. I'd rather be my father!"
Chu Guang: "..."
forget it.
Just ignore it.
As a conscientious NPC, Chu Guang did not participate in the discussion between the two players. His eyes naturally spread around, seemingly wandering carelessly, but in fact, he was observing that every place might hide dangerous shadows.
It's about ten o'clock in the morning, which is a relatively safe time.
But we should not take it lightly.
Anything can happen on the waste soil.
"Did you hear any sound?" Yeshi, who was pulling the calf with the square, suddenly stopped, frowned and looked around.
Sound
Fang Chang was slightly stunned. Although he didn't hear anything, his steps stopped.
Chu Guang frowned and looked around alertly. His forefinger unconsciously pushed away the safety on the gun.
He also heard the voice
It's a heterogeneous breath!
Chu Guang suddenly raised his head and looked at the building along the street covered with vines on the right front. He saw an ugly monster crawling on the wall. The gray black skin color almost merged with the wall, and the scarlet eyes locked the crowd motionlessly.
It has no legs. Instead, it has four long and explosive arms. Its dry fingers are like hooks, firmly fixing the body on the concrete wall.
The muscles of the chest gently undulate, and a human leg bone is held in the bloody corner of the mouth, which sends out the desire for flesh and blood in the hissing breath.
Chu Guang's pupil suddenly contracted, almost to a point.
Crawler!