A construction site on the site of a former nursing home.

The dust is billowing, the sound of knocking is non-stop, the sound of unloading is tinkling, and it is a hot and busy.

These players seemed to have endless strength and enthusiasm, pushing small carts picked up from abandoned construction sites, cart after cart carrying stones, carrying them to the cement kiln with a hammer, and then pouring them into the kiln to calcine the coarse cement material.

The player crouching next to him pushed the bellows hard, trying to make the fire in the kiln burn even more. Not far away is a charcoal kiln that runs non-stop, and further away there are earthen kilns and fish racks for bacon, rising smoke and noise, and even the birds in the trees are driven away.

Players work together to pour the fired cement into sand and water, mix it into a viscous cement slurry, and soon build the foundation of the first section of the wall.

Curling green smoke in a patch.

It's like a newborn tribe, young and vibrant.

Handed over the construction site to the civil engineer born [Leaving people under the knife], Lao Bai and Fang Chang have already begun to study the "soil method of steelmaking".

The wind has also improved the fishing trap, using the larvae of mutated leeches as bait, and there is no problem at all in getting a dozen fish a day, and the ones that can't be eaten are handed over to the scrambled egg brother to make dried fish.

The lake was more abundant than he had ever imagined.

The only thing to pay attention to is that you can't put too much bait in the trap, and the water level of the deployment can't be too deep, otherwise the big fish attracted will easily break the trap.

But these are minor problems.

As long as you get the hang of it, everything will slowly become proficient, and the process itself is full of fun.

The same goes for new players.

There is no need to even deliberately look for it, everything here is so new to them that it is almost impossible to experience in modern society.

Many people sit in the office all day, repeating work day after day that anyone can replace, losing themselves in the trivialities.

However, it is different here.

This difference is not only from a momentary freshness, but also from a sense of satisfaction in the sense of self-worth realization.

A civil engineering dog who has worked on the construction site for five or six years and has not been mixed with the management, as long as he shouts "I am engaged in engineering" here, he will immediately be praised by other players as a big man and entrusted with important tasks.

There are also workers who mix cement and plaster on the construction site.

The vast majority of players are ordinary people, and the work they do in reality may not be so remarkable, but as long as they have a skill, they don't even need to be too prominent, they can get collective recognition.

And the surface outposts of the Vault, thanks to the efforts of each and every one of them, are getting better at a rate that is visible to the naked eye.

In Maslow's hierarchy of needs, this is the highest level of need, which is free from any low-level taste, and the spiritual pleasure it brings is also incomparable to any taste.

The most important thing is that you don't have to pay a lot of money to get it, even if your tired muscles are sore, you are tired of the characters in the game, and it will not affect your life the next day.

On the contrary, because you go to bed early, you will be more lively the next day.

All of the above were guessed by Chu Guang, who returned to the outpost with the loot, when he saw that the players were busy.

Of course, he couldn't have known what the players were thinking.

For managers, that kind of thing doesn't matter at all and doesn't care.

As long as the number of pre-registrations is always greater than the players on the list, you don't have to worry about not having fresh leeks coming in to sweat it.

Retirement?

AFK？

Again, give the helmet and account to those who need it, and try a more primitive way of playing.

Straight to the point.

The harvest of this outing is quite gratifying.

Two 5mm iron tube rifles, 62 rounds of 5mm ammunition, and three backpacks that didn't have time to turn over.

These were gleaned from the two marauders and the hapless man they hunted and killed.

Chu Guang was a person who didn't like to waste, including the mutant hyena that was shot in the neck.

Domestication does not affect its taste, anyway, it is a foreign species to Chu Guang.

Throwing the mutant hyena to the scrambled egg brother who served as the chef, Chu Guang began to dig up the backpacks he picked up with the two players, Ye Shi and Trash Jun.

"Matches, compass, maps and ...... How many pieces of jerky? And some plastic sheets? What's written on it? ”

Hearing Ye Shi's muttering, the garbage brother who was not very sharp in his claws also came over, pinched one with great interest and took a closer look.

"It's kind of like casino chips."

"Give me plastic sheets, I'll be useful."

Chu Guang confiscated the twenty or so white "plastic sheets" without moving, these things were useless to the player anyway.

Then, he looked at the jerky in Yashi's hand.

“…… Forget about these jerky, I don't mind if you eat it. ”

Ye Shi, who was about to take a bite, was stunned.

"Why?"

Chu Guang thought about it for a while and used a euphemism.

"Marauders are usually not very taboo, and you can't be sure what kind of meat it is."

Before the garbage gentleman could react, the night ten next to him had already thrown away the jerky and started to yue.

Even in the game, he can't accept certain settings.

Looking at Ye Shi's reaction, Chu Guang was suddenly a little curious about what these players thought, so he looked at the garbage king and asked.

"What it's like to kill someone."

The garbage gentleman was stunned and touched his head.

"Didn't pay attention to ......"

What can the game feel like? It's not like he hasn't played even more bloody.

On the contrary, the blood special effects of this game were not very exaggerated, so he didn't pay much attention to it at the time.

But......

As he rushed and plunged the javelin into the chest of the last marauder, blood splattering on him, a craving for food struck him for a moment.

It's like a biological instinct.

Chu Guang glanced at this "lizard man" with some surprise, but he didn't expect that the psychological quality of this player was unexpectedly good.

Could it be that dreams dilute the feeling of death?

Or is it that the player's perspective on the world has some kind of filter that they don't understand.

I don't know.

After all, this device was not designed by Chu Guang, and he had never used the helmets of the players, let alone whether the world in their eyes was exactly the same as the world in his eyes.

It seems that in the future, I will have to use the identity of the planner to talk to the players......

……

By 5 p.m., the northern wall of the sanatorium had been largely repaired.

I have to say, these players are simply geniuses.

Chu Guang even felt that his NPC was redundant.

Although some talents are not written on the attribute panel, they are engraved in their bones, as long as they are given a piece of land, they can become a field tomorrow.

Even if the server resets and the world is destroyed tomorrow, they can rebuild it brick by brick.

The treasures on the construction site are not only those blue-gray stones, but also the mountains of cement blocks covered with sacks.

These items are too heavy for the average survivor to carry or use, so they remain as they were at the beginning of the nuclear war.

Although the cement has long been hardened and cannot be mixed with sand to irrigate the foundation, it is a good idea to use it directly as bricks for stacking walls.

At least, it's much more reliable than the pile of yellow mud bricks burned in old white!

Under the leadership of [Keep People Under the Knife], the players will cut the sawn pine wood into the soil four or five meters long, pile the cement blocks transported from the construction site in the middle, insert the steel bars stolen from the construction site for fixation, and finally pour the mixed calcium carbonate cement on it.

When the cement dried, a simple but reliable concrete fortification was completed.

As for the inside of the wall, a slope was formed with cement blocks and concrete waste.

In the event of an attack, players within the walls can simply crawl on the slope and use cover to return fire at the attacker.

Considering that the size of the outpost will be further expanded in the future, another fortification can be built on the outside of the fort, and it will be guarded with the sentry and watchtower.

“…… The terrain of the entire wetland park is relatively gentle, and the sanatorium is surrounded by a forested plain with no steep slopes to use as shelter. I can cut down all the trees around here, so that any target that comes close to the outpost will be the first to be spotted! ”

"Yes, brother dei, what are you doing in reality?" Looking at the new player next to him, Lao Bai looked surprised.

He was a little impressed, but it was only a little bit, and he only remembered that he had joined the group a long time ago.

I didn't expect that in the small game group, there were so many big guys squatting in Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

The knife left someone to smile shyly, embarrassed to say.

“…… I'm just a civil dog, a marginal person in the unit, drinking tea and reading the newspaper all day long, and few people look at me squarely. ”

"No, no, you can do it at this level! To be honest, I didn't even think I would be able to finish an entire wall today. ”

"It's a prize, it's a prize!"

It was evening, and the sky was dark.

The scrambled egg brothers, who are the cooks, set up a large pot in the open space in front of the sanatorium, threw in the fish caught by the wind from the lake, and made a pot of fresh fish soup with pine nuts.

Players sit on the floor, one bowl per person, and a piece of bacon jerky. A bite of fish soup and a bite of meat, just eat like this, but it has a different flavor.

Of course.

Not everyone is comfortable with this flavor.

For example, the rattan who was sitting on the ground pinched his nose and looked at the bowl in his hand with a sad face.

"Uh, it's fishy......"

Both in the game and in reality, she is sensitive to smells and can't accept this kind of heavy cooking.

The scrambled egg brother not far away heard it and rolled his eyes.

"You think I want to...... There is not even cooking wine here, and the master has done his best. ”

The expression is clear, I love to eat or not.

"Let's just eat, I'll be hungry if I don't eat this game," Ye Shi also comforted beside him, "Do you want to pinch your nose and pour it down?" I can help. ”

Fujito ducked to the side.

"Not necessarily."

The manager is not far away.

However, he didn't dine with the players, just stayed here for a while, and then hurried away again.

And when he came back again, many players who were close to him saw that his face was pale, and he didn't seem to be in a very good mood.

There was a commotion among the players.

Noticing the situation not far away, Lao Bai was curious, so he put down the bowl in his hand and stood up from the ground.

Walking forward quickly, he grabbed the wind that was relatively close to inquire.

"Brother, what's going on?"

Tempest looked solemn and said in a deep voice.

"I heard ......"

"It's like a dead man."