This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 36: Brown Farm! New NPC stronghold!

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The construction of outposts requires tools.

And the amount required is quite a lot.

For example, tongs and hammers for forging, axes for felling trees and saws for breaking down wood, as well as small tools such as screwdrivers, screws, nails, wrenches, etc.

Without tools, many tasks would either be difficult to carry out, or even if carried out, would be extremely inefficient.

For example, the plaster knives used by players in the outpost to repair walls are all substitutes made of wood from [WC Really Has Mosquitoes].

In fact, if it was the first few years of the Wasteland Era, these tools could be easily found in hardware stores, department stores, repair shops and other places.

Thanks to the material technology developed before the war, the quality of these things is usually the best.

However, two hundred years have passed now, and the places that are easy to loot have long been looted. Such resource-rich places as department stores, supermarkets, and repair shops were even the nests of survivors in the early years. It is impossible to do so. How much is left.

However, nothing is absolute.

Just like today, 211 years later, scavengers can still find a few pitiful supplies from the wasteland, there will always be some good things left by careless people.

These items are usually sold by scavengers to nearby survivor settlements and placed on shelves as garbage for passing caravans to pick out.

Chu Guang’s idea is very simple.

He plans to drag two players to dress up as a caravan and go to the nearby Brown Farm to trade in exchange for the supplies needed by the outpost.

Before setting off, I put on the casual clothes I picked up.

Chu Guang took Ye Shi and Fang Chang from the south gate of the Wetland Park, avoiding No. 76 Street, and headed southeast along the shabby path.

Bate Street and Brown Farm are about the same distance from here. The straight-line distance on the map is about three kilometers. The only difference is that one is due south and the other is southeast.

As for why we chose Brown Farm, the reason is actually very simple.

Firstly, no one there knows me, let alone my true identity. Another is that the road to Brown Farm will be slightly easier, and there will be relatively fewer ruins through it.

But even so, hiking in the wasteland actually requires far more than just three kilometers.

The group of people walked and stopped along the way, avoiding impassable ruins. During this period, they not only had to be wary of alien species, but also had to be careful of being targeted by survivors with malicious intentions.

Finally before nine o'clock in the morning, the group arrived near their destination.

At the end of the dirt road, there was a spacious iron gate with concrete and stone walls on both sides.

The wall is not high, only less than three meters. There is a row of aluminum alloy awnings and steel bars inserted into the wall. It looks like it is made of industrial waste to increase the height.

The dense bullet holes on the wall and the gallows with skeletons hanging outside the wall all show that the people here are not easy to mess with.

It can be seen from the road signs on the side of the road that this place was once a pastoral-style farmhouse before the war.

There are various signs that in the early stages of the collapse of order, survivors who escaped from the city occupied this place.

Different from Beit Street.

Mr. Brown, the farmer of Brown Farm, is a landowner in the true sense. There are not a large number of freedmen here like Bate Street.

People living here have only two identities, either as thugs of the farmers or as serfs.

However, Chu Guang is not too worried that the other party will be malicious. Any force that has two pieces of land to farm rarely attacks outsiders. After all, those who wear shoes have to consider whether it is worth bullying the barefoot ones.

Walk to a place about ten meters away from the iron gate and stop.

Chu Guang raised his right fist and signaled the two players behind him to stop.

At the same time that the group of people stopped, a black gun barrel also stretched out from between the aluminum alloy plates on the wall.

Displaying a weapon means there is no hostility.

It seemed that this contact was quite successful, and Chu Guang felt a little relieved.

The man standing on the wall shouted menacingly.

"Hey, hey, stop! Who are you? What are you doing here!"

"We don't have any ill intentions, we just want to exchange something with you." Instructing the players behind him not to be nervous, Chu Guang looked at the man in front of him without changing his expression and said.

"Change something?"

The man quickly glanced at the cart behind the three people, but did not move his index finger from the trigger, still staring at Chu Guang with eyes full of suspicion.

"I've never seen you, where did you come from?"

Chu Guang used the rhetoric he had prepared in advance.

"Coming from the wilderness, we are recent immigrants to this area."

The man asked hesitantly.

"Nomads?"

Chu Guang shrugged and gave him an ambiguous answer.

"It depends on how you understand it."

Nomads are not uncommon in the wasteland, especially in the suburbs. They can even be said to be relatively common.

These people usually do not enter urban areas and mainly wander in the wilderness between cities.

They do not farm, but make a living by herding and hunting. They follow the footsteps of different species and herds, and migrate from one area to another. Occasionally they do business like merchants, using the prey they hunt and the food they pick up. The garbage that comes in is exchanged for daily necessities.

Of course, they occasionally engage in robbing families and homes.

There are no absolute good or bad people in the wasteland. Under certain circumstances and conditions, anyone may become a predator.

The man did not immediately trust the three people in front of the door, but the guns held by the three people made him dare not act rashly.

Especially not knowing how many people there are in their "tribe".

"What do you have in your goods? What do you plan to exchange for?"

"50 kilograms of dried bacon, 20 kilograms of smoked fish, and 10 mutated hyena skins... We need hardware tools and food grown in the ground. I promise that we will leave as soon as the transaction is completed and we will never stay here longer. One second."

Finally believing that this group of people were here to make a deal, the man slowly withdrew the muzzle of the gun that was sticking out of the bunker and said in a warning tone.

"You guys wait here, I'll go back and ask for instructions."

"Please do so."

After finishing speaking, Chu Guang stood quietly and waited.

The two players behind him were whispering.

"This survivor stronghold is a bit awesome... I'm talking about the architectural style here, which has a post-apocalyptic feel."

"Indeed, it seems that there is a lot of content in this update."

"Is that the new NPC?"

"Probably, I just don't know what he is talking about."

"You know, I just know that his expression looks like he deserves a beating..."

"I think so too."

No one likes to be pointed at a gun.

Chu Guang doesn’t like it either.

But after all, I can't be resurrected, so I still have to be more restrained when wandering outside.

I didn’t wait too long, and the iron door in front opened quickly.

A wooden trailer was pulled by a shackled serf and walked out of the wall under the surveillance of two gunmen.

The trailer was piled with sacks full of grain and tools stuffed into wooden frames.

The man who had shouted to Chu Guang on the wall before also walked out of the door and stared at him with bright eyes.

"Liu Zhengyue."

"Chu Guang."

The two shook hands briefly and quickly let go.

Looking at Chu Guang, Liu Zhengyue continued.

"I want to know what kind of meat you are carrying on your car."

"The dried bacon is the meat of mutated hyenas, and the smoked fish is catfish and crucian carp. You can check it at will." Chu Guang said calmly.

He knew what this man was worried about.

Liu Zhengyue didn't talk nonsense. He walked forward, reached out and lifted the plastic sheet on the trolley, and inspected it carefully.

Especially those bacon items are the focus of inspection.

He took out a small knife from his waist, randomly selected a piece of dried meat of good quality, cut off a thumb-sized section, and threw it to the serf pulling the cart.

"Eat."

The serf did not dare to resist, so he quickly stuffed the dried meat into his mouth, fearing that he would be beaten if he was too late, he chewed it for a while and said quickly.

"It's mutated hyena meat, no salt, just air-dried."

The lack of salt smell is normal. This is an inland area after all. Liu Zhengyue didn't say much and waited quietly with his eyes slightly closed.

Almost ten minutes passed.

Seeing that the serf didn't have any abnormal reaction, he relaxed his eyebrows slightly, looked back at Chu Guang, and gestured with the numbers with both hands.

"Exchange 1 kilogram of bacon or fish for 2 kilograms of green wheat, or 2 kilograms of croissant potatoes. Exchange furs for tools, one piece for one piece."

The potato is a root crop that tastes a bit like a potato and is shaped like a goat's horn.

Because it is rich in carbohydrates and is easy to store and grow, this stuff, like green wheat, is the main ration for survivors in the nearby area.

When he was on Beit Street before, Chu Guang had seen survivors planting this thing in front of their homes, such as the Yu family across the door.

Chu Guang had tried planting before, but gave up soon.

It's not that he can't grow it, but that he has to go out to scavenge every day, and no one at home is watching. As soon as the first crop has grown a little, it's unknown which family took it away...

It might be a good idea to buy some croissant potatoes and plant them back at the outpost.

"One kilogram of bacon must be exchanged for at least five kilograms of grain, half of green wheat and half of potato. In addition, these furs are all good furs, and one piece of them must be exchanged for at least three tools," Chu Guang shook his head and said , "I've been to Beit Street, don't think I don't know the market."

The price quoted is just for bargaining.

However, what Chu Guang didn't expect was that after listening to his quotation, Liu Zhengyue did not make a counteroffer, but looked at him in astonishment.

Did you pay too much?

Just when Chu Guang was wondering whether to take the initiative to give in, the man in front of him finally came to his senses, looked at Chu Guang with a strange expression, and nodded slowly.

"...deal."

Don’t these people ever bargain when doing business?

Chu Guang was stunned at first, but his previous experience in sales made him immediately understand what was going on, and he cursed in his heart.

Grass!

That **** mayor!

How dare you mess around with food prices!

The two players next to them were confused throughout the whole process. After all, they didn't understand the language, and they couldn't understand the communication between the manager and the "native" in front of them.

But look at the man nodding...

The deal should be concluded?

I just don’t know why, but the manager’s face doesn’t look good.

50 kilograms of bacon jerky and 20 kilograms of smoked fish were exchanged for a total of 350 kilograms of green wheat and potato chips, which filled more than a dozen sacks.

The remaining ten pieces of fur were replaced with thirty pieces of tools.

When Chu Guang selected tools, he chose those with better quality, preferably alloy products produced before the war.

Don’t look at it, these are antiques from two hundred years ago.

In terms of quality, it is much better than the imitations made of iron or pure steel by the aborigines in the wasteland.

Liu Zhengyue didn't say anything, and didn't care at all about Chu Guang's pickiness.

Obviously, there is still a pile of these tools in the farm. Most of them are sold by scavengers who pick up garbage nearby, and passing merchants pick up the leftovers.

After the grain was weighed, it was all loaded onto pallets.

Liu Zhengyue and Chu Guang shook hands, and a stiff smile finally appeared on his face that was tense due to distrust.

"Welcome again."

"I will."

"We also grow some varieties of tobacco leaves here. Do you need them?" Liu Zhengyue took out a handful of dried tobacco leaves from his pocket and promoted to Chu Guang, "It can relieve fatigue and wrap it in food. It can add flavor and is very useful."

"Next time, we have nothing to trade."

If possible, Chu Guang originally wanted to buy one or two slaves to use, but as he said, he had nothing to trade.

Maybe next time?

"No, no, no, my friend, there is no charge for this bag, it is a gift for you."

Liu Zhengyue put it into Chu Guang's hand with a smile on his face. This time his smile was much more skillful than before.

Hearing that it was a gift, Chu Guang stopped refusing and accepted it decisively.

Although he doesn't smoke this thing, he should still be able to get one or two chips by selling it.

Smoke it yourself?

Impossible.

The transaction is finally completed.

Chu Guang ordered Fang Chang to drag the cart on the road, and finally shook hands with Liu Zhengyue, then turned around and followed 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 in a good mood and were discussing excitedly.

"Is this called Brown Farm?"

Fang Chang: "Well, I remember that's the name too... No surprise, today's test should be the trading system and the new neutral force stronghold! It's just my guess, and a new business gameplay will be updated next. , do you remember what Planner Dog told us before? The economic system of Wasteland OL will be designed according to a completely real demand and supply system, and material exchange with other survivor gathering places is essential! I estimate that this part It will be updated within two versions!"

Ye Shi: "Oh my god, when you say that, I'm really looking forward to the open beta!"

Fang Chang: "It's still early for the public beta. This game company is very ambitious, and there is probably a lot of content to be tested. But I feel that there is no need to wait for the public beta. By the time of the closed beta, the game content should already be very rich. Got it!"

Ye Shi: "But having said that...are you sure Brother Guang can't hear you talking about dog planning here?"

Fang Chang took a breath of cold air.

"Hey... Damn, I'm so panicked when you say that. Brother Guang, I was wrong, I'd rather be my father!"

Chu Guang: "..."

Forget it.

Just pretend you didn’t hear 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 every possible dangerous shadow.

It is now around ten o'clock in the morning, which is considered a relatively safe time.

But we cannot take it lightly.

In the wasteland, anything can happen.

"Did you hear anything?" Ye Shi, who was chatting with Fang Chang, suddenly stopped and looked around with a frown.

"Voice?"

Fang Chang was stunned for a moment. Although he heard nothing, his footsteps still stopped.

Chu Guang's brows furrowed, he glanced around cautiously, and unconsciously pushed the safety on the gun with his index finger.

He also heard the voice...

It’s the breath of a different species!

Chu Guang suddenly raised his head and looked towards the building along the street covered with vines to the right. He saw a hateful-looking monster crawling on the wall, its gray-black skin almost blending into the wall. Scarlet eyes locked on everyone motionlessly.

It has no legs, replaced by four slender and explosive arms. The dry fingers are like hooks, firmly fixing the body to the wall of the concrete structure.

The muscles in the chest undulated gently, and a human leg bone was held in the corner of the blood-soaked mouth. The hissing breath exuded a desire for flesh and blood.

Chu Guang's pupils suddenly shrank, almost to a point.

Crawler!