This Game Is Too Realistic

Chapter 113

2021-09-12

Chapter 113 NPCs come to the players’ market to set up stalls?

Official website:

Fang Chang: "Unlock a new landmark on the north of the abandoned construction site. The abandoned department store has a large number of eater! We have basically emptied the eater on the first floor, but we are entering the basement. At the time, the VM prompts that the current regional radiation index exceeds the safety threshold. Well, let me tell you, there are probably good things in the basement. Are there physique players? We are just one physique player."

Sisi : "I, I, and I!"

Tail: "So is the tail! Uh, I seem to be agile, but it doesn't matter, I will sneak attack! (｀ω*)"

Fang Long: "Sorry, I can't bring a new person. I'll talk about the needs, physique attribute 10 points, preferably 10 points or more."

Tail: "QAQ"

Yi Lena: "My physique is LV4, the main attribute is exactly 10, and the innate talent... Forget it, if I don't have one. (Funny)"

Fang Chang: "Brother, read private messages."

Level 99 of trash picking up: "Do you want a lizard? I might be resistant, whether it is radiation or poison!"

Ye Shi: "You should find a way out of the refuge first. (Funny)"

Level 99 of trash picking: "Gan!"

Fujito: "Get up at four in the middle of the night and watch the PPT. I almost forgot to go to work, but I still don’t understand a few Wu wu wu, bald, this game is getting harder and harder! (T ^ T)"

WC really has mosquitoes: "If you don’t understand, just ask, goblins want to know the PPT you are watching Are you serious?"

Fujito: "(*ω)╰ひ╯"

WC really has mosquitoes: "(Д*)"

Today’s official website Still calm and tranquil.

Except for a few Old Brother quarrels about which type of steel should be used for seamless steel pipes, the whole forum is very harmonious.

Chu Guang did not participate in the topic, but silently marked the accounts of these Old Brothers and arranged them on the next batch of lists.

Don't beep, you can do it.

When the Alpha 0.6 version comes out, when you have performance.

In fact, Chu Guang has always been very curious, this wasteland OL forum everyday all is so tortured, why hasn’t it been walled up until now? The official website has been online for more than a month, and now the daily life is almost over 10,000, and there are a lot of people.

That kid named Yeao must have made reports.

However, it is really useless at all.

"Outrageous."

Including the ability to deliver the helmet to the player’s door top secretly. If this is something that black technology can do, then this technology does have it. Outrageous enough.

It's like magic...

Playing with the ballpoint pen in his hand, Chu Guang leaned on the chair and smashed his tongue.

At this moment, he suddenly thought of the "morphological field" mentioned in the recording.

"Xiao Qi."

Xiao Qi, who was charging, raised the camera.

"What's the matter, master."

Chu Guang thought for a moment, and said.

"Have you heard of the formation field?"

"Is the main research topic of Refuge 404?"

"Huh?" Chu Guang I sat up from the chair in surprise, looked at the wastebasket squatting in the corner and asked, "You know?"

"Master... I said before, the information that Xiao Qi archived, They are all obtained from you." Xiao Qi's voice sounded a little helpless.

Okay.

Bai is happy.

But anyway, it's a trivial matter.

Chu Guang leaned back on the chair, dropped the pen in his hand, held the mouse, hit the "Stars" in his inventory, and started a new round of watching the sea.

……

Since being equipped with the "Hummingbird" drone, Xiao Qi's field of vision has greatly expanded.

The silver white sphere usually hovered quietly about 50 to 100 meters above the outpost, a small spot that no one would find at all.

If necessary, it can also be deployed around the park. As long as it does not fly three kilometers away, the signal is very good.

With the VM device on his arm, Chu Guang only needs to swipe his index finger on the touch screen to drag the drone in the horizontal direction to redeploy.

This feeling is almost like playing an RTS game from the perspective of God.

The only pity is that the players have their own ideas, he can't select the blue villain on the screen to perform micro-operations.

Otherwise, it is really the same as an RTS game.

It’s so happy to watch the screen. Chu Guang holding the VM dragged the drone to the entrance of No. 76 Street for a while, and the OB players who brushed their books at the greenhouse ruins dragged the drone away for a while. Near the mutant tribe, see what those green-skinned muscular guys are busy doing.

Well, it seems to be really busy.

A few more corpses were added to the gate of the village, but strangely, apart from the outposts that were open and secret, none of these muscular guys came out of the village.

Where did these corpses come from? Is it out of thin air?

It is a pity that Mutant’s stockade likes to use wood for the dome, and there are still some rags and clothes hanging in the corridors, and you can’t see the situation from a high altitude.

Maybe?

Should I randomly select a small player to go in and give the head? It's not impossible to arrive.

Unwillingly, Chu Guang retracted the VM and returned control of the drone to Xiaoqi until the drone's battery reached the bottom and the automatic return was triggered.

……

Approaching dusk.

The bazaar in front of the north gate is not lively.

There are stalls selling barbecues, some performing mushrooms, and some selling clothes, knives, and even “goblin bazookas”.

I have to say that these players are all talents. Even if the game itself does not provide much content, they can create content and play by themselves.

The indigenous people who live in the vicinity are also attracted by the lively atmosphere here.

However, they are sorry too close.

In addition, they were shy in their pockets and there was no Silver Coin. They looked around with envy for a while, and then quietly left.

"The market for the blue coats is so lively."

"The clothes they make are so beautiful, and the people are beautiful."

"I saw Claws The shell of the crab, they used the shell of the claw crab to make a piece? Although it does not seem to be durable, they actually killed the claw crab!"

"They actually use charcoal to grill the meat, it is a luxury. ."

"It would be great if I could do business with them..."

"Yes, children can't just drink milk, they still have to eat some porridge or porridge when they are older. Muddy...their croissants are pretty good. They are much bigger than the ones we saw in the north."

"I don't know if they need part-time jobs. There are not many prey in the winter. If you can use your energy to exchange some money." That’s okay."

"I want to save money to buy an axe. Their axe seems to be stronger than ours. It is made of steel... I have only seen steel in large survivor strongholds. Tools."

Sitting in front of the fire in the middle of the village, the refugees ate flatbread and drank hot camel milk, whispering quietly, all with envy on their faces.

Those blue coats are not like them, which need to be piled up with a large and tall bonfire to keep warm. Instead, they use that small torch, dipped in black tar, to light up the entire camp .

Simply too rich!

But envy belongs to envy.

The honor and inferiority of identity is engraved in DNA.

To have a place to stay next to the stronghold of Great Influence, they are already very satisfied without being expelled.

At least now life is quite satisfying.

Looking at the black smoke floating in the distant camp, Wu Tie-axe, who was sitting with the clansman, fell into a long contemplation.

No words for a night.

Early the next morning.

Wu Tie-axe went to the outpost alone. After asking the guards on duty at the gate, he met Chu Guang who had just come up from the refuge.

"Dear sir, I have one thing, I want to ask for your help!"

Come again?

Chu Guang yawned.

"Seeds are not loaned out, this matter is forbidden to talk about."

Wu Tiefu explained with an embarrassed expression on his face, lowering his head.

"I was abrupt last time, this time I came to you, not for the seed."

Chu Guang glanced at him curiously.

"Oh? You said."

Wu Tie-axe said straightforwardly without going around in circles.

"My clansman would like to set up a stall at the market at your north gate. Please allow us to borrow a piece of land the size of a camel skin."

A piece of land the size of a camel skin How old is it?

Chu Guang has never used such a strange quantifier.

However, the focus is not on area.

"Is it right to set up a stall, what do you want to trade?"

Wu Tiefu continued.

"Some leather products, picked parts, tools we built, and prey... I use my head to assure you that my clansman will not mess with you, we I just want to change some grains and potatoes to feed our children."

It's okay to use your head to guarantee.

Ordinary survivor settlements are actually very repulsive to doing business with the refugees. After all, these wandering people usually find it difficult to come up with good things, and no one likes barbaric stall owners.

But if you look at the problem from another angle...

Chu Guang thought for a moment.

With an idea in his mind, he looked at the patriarch in front of him and said.

"I can allow you to enter the market at the north gate, but you must abide by the rules we set. Such as ensuring that the business projects comply with public order and good customs, keeping the roads in front of the stalls clean and tidy, not obstructing traffic, and prohibiting private fights. It is forbidden to buy or sell, to sell slaves in private, to sell addictive drugs, etc."

"In addition, in our market, we must and only use our legal tender currency. Sell The quality of any of the products must also be guaranteed. In the event of a dispute, everything is subject to the provisions of the clause and the result of the arbitration."

"The specific rules are posted on the notice board at the north gate. If you can accept it, I will give you a booth."

Wu Tie-axe respectfully nodded.

"We are willing to accept, my lord."

"I hope you seriously consider the weight behind this phrase of'willing'," Chu Guang said, looking at him, "That That's the decision."

......

In fact, Chu Guang has taken a lot of deliberation to allow these nomads to deepen communication with the players.

This is far earlier than Wu Tiefu's initiative to find the door.

As long as properly managed, proper trade exchanges can promote the relationship between the two parties.

The players got benefits, the natives got rations, and he put Copper Coin and Silver Coin into the pockets of the natives.

This wave is of course a win-win situation.

Maybe it should be called three wins? After all, I won three times.

In the evening.

The young players who went out to work carried today's spoils of war and returned to the outpost one after another.

Just when they were planning to set up a stall at the North Gate Market to do business, they were suddenly surprised to find that an NPC booth appeared at the North Gate? Don't all NPCs operate in the base? Is it the increase in prosperity that triggers the hidden plot?

In front of the booth, two little NPC elder sisters, dressed in animal skins and very exotic, sat on the floor, beside a pot of charcoal fire.

The two are not very old, and the elder is only in their early twenties. They behave calmly, quietly and rarely move. The young man was about fifteen or sixty-seven, with big eyes blinking around and looking around, full of curiosity about everything here.

The two are probably sisters.

The light of charcoal fire shines on the wheat-colored cheeks, hiding the malnourished complexion, looking ruddy and shiny.

There is a camel skin in front of them. On the camel skin is some bauble made of multi-colored stones, scrap parts, iron daggers, scabbards, holsters, etc. And the hyena meat that has just been slaughtered.

Besides, the thigh and tenderloin are excellent.

Apart from this, there are also some freshly squeezed milk, placed in iron cans, aluminum cans and other containers, in short, there are everything on the stall.

Although players are not short of prey, they are still full of curiosity about the NPCs that suddenly appear in the player trading market.

"Why is this NPC in our market?"

"So cute!"

"Where is the Mole Old Brother? You know what I mean? ."

"Gan! You know the book, who is the banned book?"

"Uh, we haven't talked about the book yet."

"!!!"

"The tail feels so big!"

Chu Guang was also very curious about what these indigenous people were selling, so he walked to the booth and took a look .

Seeing that the manager came, the players immediately gave way and waited enthusiastically for the plot to be triggered.

Chu Guang looked at the two of them and asked.

"What's your name."

The older one was just about to speak, but the younger one straightened his arms and eagerly raised his hands to answer.

"My name is Qiuye!"

The naming style of this tribe, Chu Guang, is probably clear. It is probably what you see during the journey and what happens.

It's always better to listen to normal than Iron Axe.

"Where is your elder sister?"

"Autumn grass!"

"pu."

Chu Guang almost couldn't resist spraying Up.

But still held back.

"...good name."

Secretly observe the expression on the manager's face, the older elder sister whispered.

"Sir, my younger sister is still young and lacks discipline. If you offend you...please punish me and please don't embarrass her."

"No, sister It's cute."

After asking so many things, I feel stingy not to buy anything.

Chu Guang glanced at the things on the stall. Next to each product, he used wooden tokens to mark the price with Arabic numerals in accordance with the rules set by him.

These numbers were taught to them by Chu Guang, mainly for the convenience of players to understand.

Very good, these refugees are very obedient.

It’s not as "evil" as it is passed down from person to person.

Putting down a Silver Coin, Chu Guang picked a smaller plastic bottle.

"Try camel milk."

Qiuye: "Ah, camel milk is the next bottle--"

"It's okay, milk will do. "

After finishing speaking, Chu Guang carried the plastic bottle and went to find a crow for identification.

The little girl wanted to catch up and speak clearly, but the elder sister, who was blushing and silent all the way, grabbed her and shook the head at her, whispered.

"We can't go through that door, we can't run around in the market, and we can't confront the adult, you know?"

"Everything here is him Yes, just give him what he wants."

Besides, they paid very well.

Although the tone may be harsh, but a benevolent ruler.

The little girl looked aggrieved.

I am obviously kind, but I have to be scolded by the elder sister.

"Okay."

When she said that, she was still flustered in her heart.

That really isn't camel milk...

The elder sister laughed gently and touched the younger sister's head.

"Good."

The players around, everyone talking at once discussing the plot just now, although some versions are outrageous enough, they guessed it.