Language barrier?

Can't communicate?

For Chu Guang, this was not a problem at all.

As a tool person, it is enough to master a few simple basic skills to meet the needs of players for game functions.

For example, the simplest buying and selling can be learned without complicated vocabulary.

As for what to do if the players don't understand what they say?

Cold.

After all, even if it is a completely realistic and immersive virtual reality online game, it is impossible for every NPC to have completely realistic intelligence.

It makes sense.

Therefore, Chu Guang did not ask Xia Yan to learn Chinese, but only asked her to master a few basic words and fixed sentence patterns.

However, what he didn't expect was that his requirements had been lowered enough, and this guy's performance was still not satisfactory.

“…… If you want to say 'hello, I'm Xia Yan, the proprietress of the weapons shop, how can I help you', when you hear 'I want to buy something', point to the menu and reply, 'See it yourself', and when you hear 'I want to maintain a firearm', reach out and answer, 'Bring it'? ”

What the hell is this?

Pinching the note in his hand, Xia Yan looked at Chu Guang sitting in the chair with a sad expression on his face.

Although every word was pronounced, she still couldn't get used to the strange pronunciation.

Even though it does resemble the human language.

Noticing that Xia Yan was looking at him, Chu Guang looked away from the computer screen and turned his head to look at her.

"Learned?"

Xia Yan: "No ...... yet"

Chu Guang: "Then what are you looking at me doing, continue to carry it." ”

Xia Yan: "......"

For a moment, she suddenly thought that the job of having children might be easier, but for some reason, this person was not interested in her at all.

Am I ugly?

Not really.

pinched the tips of her red hair depressedly, Xia Yan was still very confident in her appearance, for example, the captain had pursued her for a while.

But she didn't take a fancy to it.

The life of cannon fodder is too hard, she has to face the threat of death every day, and her dream is to be able to marry into the inner city of Boulder City and live the life of a rich wife from now on.

In fact, it is not impossible to think about it.

What if one day I receive the task of escorting the big shots, maybe the plot of the beautiful woman in the novel saving the hero will happen?

It's just a pity that not to mention escorting the big guys, a marginal team like them can't even do the tasks on the edge of the Second Ring Road, so they can only be sent to this kind of wilderness to open a "blind box".

As for now......

The life of dreams is even more playless.

Who would want a cripple?

And a cripple who has been captured by the barbarians......

Just when Xia Yan felt sad about his fate, a light cough came from the side.

"Your expression narrowed slightly."

"Huh?"

Xia Yan looked dazed.

Sure enough, it's deserting.

Looking at her subconscious reaction, Chu Guang, who was sitting in the chair, was speechless.

Sighing, he paused for a moment and said with a blank face.

"From now on, I'll test you once in two hours."

"If there's still no progress, maybe the Brown Farm next door will be a better fit for you, where serfs are in need."

"Well, I can make a fortune too."

……

It's winter, and Brown Farm doesn't need serfs, but disposes of old things that can't do their jobs, or broken arms and legs, at the end of the month.

A lame mercenary, no one will ask for it for nothing.

As for coveting beauty, it's even more nonsense, even the rich man of Bate Street can afford a clone with a delicate face that even celebrities would be jealous of, and how much is a vulgar and savage soul worth from the outside?

It's a wasteland.

Sold this guy, Chu Guang just said it casually.

Scare it and give her a little motivation.

Even if this guy was so stupid that he couldn't even memorize these pages, he wouldn't sell her as a slave.

Throw it out of here at most.

In fact, during the period of contact, Chu Guang found that this person was also quite interesting, it was useless to talk well, so he casually confessed two sentences of threat, and obediently memorized it there.

Why bother?

Chu Guang shook his head and continued to get on his net. Just now he found out that his steam account was still working, just to pass the time......

Early the next morning.

Chu Guang, who woke up from sleep, opened the list of players, unlocked the login permissions of the players in batches, and went to the surface with the players online.

"Dear Administrator, may I ask where was the lady yesterday?" Standing next to the manager, Fang Chang asked respectfully.

"You mean Xia Yan? Her injuries are a bit serious and she needs to recuperate for a few days. I spoke to her last night and she has agreed to join us and will be in charge of the outpost's weapons rearmament when her injuries heal. ”

Of course, Chu Guang didn't say that this guy had memorized the book until two or three o'clock, and finally carried it to the next room by himself. If nothing else, she should have slept soundly.

After listening to the manager's answer, Fang Chang's eyes lit up instantly.

NEW INFORMATION!

The name of the new NPC is Xia Yan!

The identity should be a weapon shop owner or something similar!

Silently noted these two things, Fang Chang planned to wait for today's offline to update all this information into his post.

Of course, Chu Guang could guess what he was thinking, otherwise he wouldn't have told him in such detail.

Continuing his job as an NPC, Chu Guang took the players to the open space of the sanatorium for a brief mobilization speech before announcing their disbandment.

After two days of running-in, the new players have basically adapted to the rhythm of this game, and they don't need him to command it at all.

Looking at the fire and black smoke rising outside the construction site, as well as the players who climbed up and down around the scaffolding, humming and doing their work, Chu Guang suddenly felt like an old farmer raising ducks.

The daily job is to drive the ducks out of the cage, let them slip themselves outside, wait until it gets dark and then gather them and drive them back to the cage, and then count today's harvest and how many catties the ducks have fattened, and by the way, a little duck feathers from them are planned.

Of course, that's not entirely true.

After all, most of the tools for work are provided to them by themselves, and most of the jerky they eat is also obtained by hunting.

Thinking about it this way, I still made a lot of efforts.

Probably?

Standing in front of the construction site and watching for a while, just when Chu Guang was thinking about what he was doing today, Ye Shi had already taken the initiative to find it.

"Honorable Administrator!" With a respectful salute, Night Eleven's face was eager to try, and he took the initiative to speak very skillfully, "Are we still going hunting today?" When to go? ”

Chu Guang was slightly stunned and nodded.

“…… Right now. ”

Boy.

Now these players are strange and active, and they have all learned to arrange jobs for themselves?

But Chu Guang didn't say anything.

After all, he did plan to go out for a stroll and smoke some game.

After taking Ye Shi back to the shelter, Chu Guang put on the tactical belt he had taken off from the mercenary, inserted the pistol he had picked up into it, and then stuffed two 5mm pistol magazines as spare ammunition.

His primary weapons were still his 9mm iron tube rifle, and the Physics Sword, a steel tube that could pry doors and hammer people.

Although there are two "melee artifacts" to choose from, the submachine gun and the shotgun, these two pieces of equipment are not very meaningful for hunting.

Trolls do not have deer bullets in their spare ammunition, and using shotguns will destroy the fur.

Rather than using melee firepower to suppress his prey, Chu Guang preferred to use a rifled high-quality 9mm iron-barreled rifle to kill his prey at a medium distance.

Or at least incapacitate it and move closer to the knife with a steel pipe.

This not only saves valuable ammunition, but also allows the prey's fur to be preserved more intact.

You know, every extra bullet hole or cut will reduce the quality of the fur by 10%.

"You take this with you."

Chu Guang handed Ye Shi a pistol and a crossbow, in addition to a fur quiver containing fifteen crossbow arrows.

"Can I use that troll?"

Ye Shi looked at the pistol, then at the shotgun placed against the corner, and looked at Chu Guang pitifully.

However, Chu Guang did not have any intention of giving in, and said expressionlessly.

"We're hunting, not mutants."

"You get familiar with these two weapons before you talk about anything else."

……

Chu Guang set off to hunt with Ye Shi.

The players of the outpost worked as diligently as yesterday, moving bricks and moving bricks, mixing cement and plastering, and none of them were idle.

Thanks to the thirty tools that the manager exchanged from Brown Farm, the player's productivity has been greatly improved.

Especially the players who build the wall.

The outpost's walled construction site is advancing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It's not just the construction site.

Fang Chang and Lao Bai, who were pondering the local method of steelmaking, made new progress in their work after getting the tongs and the hammer for striking iron.

They removed the rusted frames, hoods, suspensions, and even the engine casings from the cars in the parking lot...... After 200 years of wind and rain, these waste products have not been able to find a complete structure, but for them they are natural open-pit deposits.

Throwing the brittle rust into the furnace, still using charcoal as a reducing agent and a manpower bellows blowing, they finally succeeded in refining the garbage into hot molten iron.

"Awesome !!"

"It's done!"

Lao Bai and Fang Chang clenched their fists excitedly.

They had been waiting for this moment for three days!

The molten iron fired by this method is cooled to pig iron with high carbon content, and the carbon content is reduced to 2%~1.5% through repeated heating and cooling, and the most basic steel can be obtained.

As for adding metals such as chromium and nickel to make alloys, it is still too difficult for them. Serious steelmaking still requires professional equipment, at least an electric furnace.

In fact, not to mention steelmaking, just being able to boil molten iron from industrial waste is already a remarkable thing for them with poor production facilities!

"Shall we forge something?" Lao Bai looked at Fang Chang excitedly and asked, "Axe?" Cutting tool? Or something else. ”

Fang Chang also looked happy, and said after thinking for a few seconds.

"Let's start with a cauldron!"

"Eat stew every day, I'm going to vomit!"

Although yesterday's mashed potatoes were not bad, I heard from the scrambled egg brother that the soy sauce was running out, and it was no surprise that today it was pine nut fresh fish soup.

That thing is really not fresh at all, and the mouth is full of catfish in one bite.

"Haha, great idea! With an iron pot, you can stir-fry! ”

The two hit it off, quickly reached a consensus, and began to use the little yellow clay left over from the burning bricks to figure out how to make the abrasives for firing iron pots.

On the other side, in front of the carpentry hut.

The mosquito brother who was sitting at the door with a small bench was concentrating on the manual work at hand.

I saw him holding a garbage can that he didn't know where to pick up, sealing the trash can with a wooden board, and then chiseling a stainless steel pipe into it to make a simple watering can.

And that's not all.

He was clearly not satisfied with a tilting sprinkler.

Brother Mosquito then sealed the connection with pine resin, installed a wooden handle that could be carried on the casing of the trash can, made a pressurizer similar to a watering can with a plastic bottle, and folded a hose into an S shape to connect to the back of the trash can.

"Perfect!"

Brother Mosquito, who was done, looked at the guy in his hand with a happy expression on his face.

Manual supercharged flamethrower!

As long as you fill the barrel with wood tar and insert a tampon strip in front of the water pipe, within a five-meter kill radius, this thing can theoretically become a nightmare for anyone or xenomorph -

Of course, the premise is not to give yourself a point.

In terms of high emotional intelligence, the design concept of this thing is a bit cyberpunk, but Brother Mosquito thinks it's not a big problem, and it will be good to improve it in the future.

Let's call it "Hellfire 0.1"!

Just as he was thinking about where to try, Brother Mosquito, who looked up, suddenly saw that the wind carrying a plastic bucket was coming towards him.

This guy went fishing early in the morning, and usually only saw others near the sanatorium in the afternoon, but I didn't expect it to be rare today, and he came back before ten o'clock.

"Yo, so early today?" The mosquito looked at the coming wind, smiled and teased, "It can't be a trap that has been broken again." ”

"It's nothing to do with traps," Tempest tossed the plastic bucket on the ground, "What do you see I've found?" ”

"Found what—" The mosquito was stunned when he saw the contents of the bucket.

It was some white stones.

There are some yellow, light brown impurities mixed in there.

The stiffness on his face instantly turned to ecstasy.

"Struvite!?"