This is the second snow in Qingquan City since September.

And it was very coincidental that it was just in time for the players to rotate on and off the line. As soon as many people pushed the door, they saw the silver spills beside the torches.

"It's only late September...... Winter is coming too early. ”

"It's a bit early, indeed."

"Rational analysis of a wave, perhaps the orbital wreckage of outer space blocked part of the sunlight, causing the planet to absorb insufficient heat. Coupled with the rapid decline of civilization activities caused by the war, the lush vegetation weakened the greenhouse effect......"

"No, this game can still be so realistic?"

"It depends on how the game operator sets it, anyway, doesn't the setting of the official website say that they hit the sky, so they are allowed to talk nonsense, and I am not allowed to talk nonsense?"

"Nima ......"

At the north gate, there was a knock on the door.

Confirming that it was his own person, the guard on the wall said hello, and the player next to the door lifted the latch to let the people outside.

Chu Guang looked towards the north gate.

I saw a power player and a perception player, carrying a man tied into a rice dumpling and missing an ear, walking quickly and throwing him in front of him.

Thrown on the ground was the corpse of a mutated hyena.

"Dear Administrator, we found this guy near the observation point on the northern elevated road!"

Both players were wounded, but the man was obviously more seriously injured, and he simply stuck a broken arrow in his knee, and he grinned in pain.

The man lying on the ground couldn't understand what the two people behind him were saying, so he just stretched out his head in fear and begged Chu Guang for mercy.

"Great, my lord, I'm a scavenger in the neighborhood, and I don't know where I offended you."

"Scavengers aren't going to be out there at this point."

"I've been delayed for a while......"

Ignoring this pale rhetoric, Chu Guang took out 5 silver coins from his pocket and handed them to the player, asking them to divide them themselves, and then leaned down to look at the man, his index finger hooked the necklace on his neckline.

There was a human finger bone strung there.

And it looks like it's still the index finger.

In the BloodHand Clan, the skull was the "royal" vessel of the chieftain, while the phalanges were the decoration that most raiders were keen on.

He would cut off the index fingers of his captives and dry them to make ornaments such as bracelets, necklaces, pendants, and even bone armor to show off his bravery and savagery.

Throwing away the oily necklace in disgust, Chu Guang straightened up expressionlessly.

He didn't look at the man with a dead face, but at the two players.

"Marauders."

"Send it to the gallows."

The two players said respectfully.

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

Bringing it back alive is only because the reward for doing so is relatively high, and most players are no strangers to the methods of the Marauders.

So after hearing the order to send the gallows, there was no surprise at all.

But for the man who is about to be hanged, it is a different mentality.

As if he had guessed his fate, the hysterical wails and begging for mercy were dragged all the way outside the north gate, adding a bit of fear and blood to the bleak woods outside the gate.

The sound and the sin came to an abrupt end.

The north gate closes again, and the two players drag the corpse in the direction of the morgue.

Chu Guang, who was standing in front of the sanatorium, did not have the slightest pity in his heart, and even yawned, and watched the furnace of the extractor start running, so he turned around and walked towards the elevator of the sanatorium.

It was already twelve o'clock in the morning.

I have to wake up at six o'clock tomorrow.

The enthusiasm of these players to go online was even higher than expected, and Chu Guang felt that his biological clock was about to be messed up.

……

The snow was not heavy, but it lasted for a long time, from early morning to 5 o'clock the next morning.

There was a layer of hoarfrost on the ground, and when the sun rose, it disappeared as if it had never been.

"There seem to be fewer xenomorphs in the city at night."

"Is it because of the snow?"

"I guess so, they may have hid when the weather was cold, but those gnawers didn't seem to have any effect, I saw them come out of the neighborhood and wander the streets until four or five o'clock, and then slowly move back."

"Do you remember where they came from?"

"Probably remember, I'll go offline for a meal first, and post the forum on the map later."

"Brother steady!"

Players returning from the scout point to change shifts talk to other players in the square of the base, and Chu Guang, who is standing at the door of the sanatorium, catches these sounds in his ears.

Due to the lack of radio, these players usually exchange information in the square, especially during peak hours when they are on and off the line.

For Chu Guang, this is also another good channel for obtaining information in addition to the forum.

These players are like his eyes.

However, he still has something to do in a moment, and it is impossible for him to stay here forever.

He had to make another trip to Brown Farm before the snow closed the road to get some supplies. This time he prepared a new trade item - some struvite stones.

At Brown Farm, you should be able to sell for a good price.

"Your Excellency, the supplies you ordered are ready, and we are ready to go!"

[The Canyon Fugitive Mole], who was wearing a hyena fur coat, walked over with a cheerful face.

He carried a makeshift 7mm bolt-action iron tube rifle on his back, a wooden stick and a short knife strapped to his waist on his left side, and a Molotov cocktail laced with wood tar on his right, becoming more and more like the natives of the wasteland.

However, he has not yet grasped the essence.

Chu Guang tried so many weapons, but the most convenient one was the water pipe with a "fork".

Seeing him nodding, Chu Guang said.

"Wait for me."

With that, Chu Guang turned around and went back to the shelter, and after a while, he walked out wearing the KV-1 power armor, and carried the nitrogen-powered hammer that was drawn from the system behind him.

Seeing the manager's outfit, the eyes of the players around him widened.

"Damn, this hammer is a little handsome!"

"Cattle Pie! Did I miss something? When will our NPC change equipment? ”

"I don't know, maybe it's in the shelter...... Doesn't the official website say that there is a huge cryogenic dormancy facility underground? Maybe there's an arsenal? ”

"Gan! I'd love to do the whole thing, too! ”

"Don't think about it, the NPC's equipment is for you to see, but I'm curious if this thing really works in the wasteland? Words in the face of bullets. ”

"You're stupid, just because you haven't seen awesome armor doesn't mean you don't, maybe this thing is used with something else."

"The atmosphere is suddenly cyberpunk."

"What cyberpunk, this is wasteland punk!"

"I know, but if you're so serious about playing memes, it seems like you're stupid."

As a competent NPC, Chu Guang neither went to pick up their stalks, nor did he pay attention to their excited exchanges, and performed his duties on his own, walking to the caravan that had been prepared.

Previously, Chu Guangyou had explained [WC really has mosquitoes] in the form of a task, and asked him to design a medium-distance transportation vehicle with a cargo capacity of more than five tons.

It turns out that as long as it is a tool that is within the scope of normal people's understanding, this guy's technology is still quite reliable.

The whole caravan is 2.5 meters long and 1 meter wide, the space inside is quite spacious, and the chassis is also made of simple shock absorbers with springs, so it is no problem to transport freight people.

Considering that it is rainproof and dustproof, the ceiling is covered with two layers of picked up plastic sheeting, and the front and back are made of curtains.

In this way, you don't have to worry about getting wet even on a rainy day, and it can be said to be quite easy to use.

The only fly in the ointment is that there are no cattle or mules in the outpost, so the player can only pull them for the time being.

"Let's go!"

With Chu Guang's order, the caravan team composed of 6 players and 1 NPC left the south gate of the outpost and headed in the direction of Brown Farm under the envious eyes of other players.

It's different from last time.

This time the movement is so big, it will inevitably attract the attention of some xenomorphs.

Especially like the mutant cockroach the size of a puppy and the mutant fly the size of a basin, these insect xenomorphs seem to have lost their fear of humans after mutating, and emerge from the shadows when they hear movement.

However, these players are no longer new to the game, especially after the baptism of that battle, they can already do it handily when facing the enemy.

Chu Guang didn't make a move at all, sitting in the rear, watching the players use knives, guns, sticks and stones to kill these miscellaneous soldiers.

If there is a xenomorph that they can't deal with, or other high-threat targets, he will naturally strike.

What is more interesting is that Chu Guang found that his genetic sequence is not only a basic exercise, but also can accumulate a small amount of development progress when leading players into battle.

This unique way of evolution made Chu Guang very curious.

However, he is unable to record the development progress of the gene sequence in real time for the time being, so he can only wait for the future to do in-depth research.

Along the way, I stopped and stopped, bypassed the impassable ruins, and finally arrived at my destination before half past nine.

Outside Brown Farmstead.

When Chu Guang and his party arrived near the door, they saw a strong man with a shotgun on his back, leading a thin serf out of the wall.

The two sides took a look, Chu Guang was not nervous here, but the other party was nervous.

Especially when he saw the exoskeleton on Chu Guang's body and the slightly exaggerated hammer behind him, he subconsciously touched the shotgun behind him.

"We're passing merchants, don't be nervous."

"At this time, there are still merchants - hey, it's you?"

Liu Zhengyue, who was standing on the wall, was stunned, and the barrel of the gun that had just been stretched out was retracted, staring straight at the exoskeleton and hammer on Chu Guang's body—and the blue coat under the exoskeleton.

He clearly remembered that this guy hadn't dressed like that the last time he was here.

"That's right, it's me." Chu Guang smiled faintly and shouted at the wall, "We need food, steel and copper. ”

"What are you going to trade it for?"

Liu Zhengyue stared vigilantly at the group outside the wall, his eyes on the equipment on their bodies back and forth, a little undecided.

This group is obviously much stronger than the last time they came.

In principle, this is not a good time to do business, and this winter is earlier than usual, and they must also save some food for the winter, and they must have some surplus food to protect against the autumn wind of the marauders.

Marauders from the north come here from time to time, and although the farmstead is not without guns, no one wants to risk fighting those men.

When the time comes, there will be a wave of harassment during spring ploughing, and the loss will not only be the little grain of Nagong.

However......

The gun that the other party carried on his back made him have to think carefully about the risk of refusal.

Chu Guang didn't speak, just walked to the caravan, lifted the curtain, took out a sack from it, and tore the rope tied to it.

Liu Zhengyue's eyes narrowed, trying to see more clearly.

"It's ......"

"High-purity ammonium magnesium phosphate, if you don't understand it, you can understand it as struvite, in short, it is a high-quality fertilizer," Chu Guang looked up at Liu Zhengyue on the wall, his tone was slightly displeased, "Can you come down and speak, I'm very tired of talking like this." ”

"You wait for me for a moment...... I have to ask my master for instructions. ”

After throwing these words, Liu Zhengyue disappeared into the wall, but not long after, he led a serf out and reappeared at the main entrance.

"I've got old friends...... You've changed a bit big. ”

"I've made a fortune lately."

"Are you really nomads?" Liu Zhengyue's eyes stared directly at the blue coat under Chu Guang's exoskeleton, obviously not so sure of his judgment.

"Does what matter?" Chu Guang smiled faintly and said, "Don't worry, I picked up this coat." ”

Seeing that Chu Guang didn't plan to reveal more, Liu Zhengyue stopped asking, but looked at the bag of fertilizer.

"I need to inspect the goods."

This is a reasonable request, Chu Guang nodded.

"Please."

The method of inspecting the goods was the same as last time, Liu Zhengyue kicked the serf next to him and pointed to the bag.

The slave stepped forward, stretched out his index finger and wiped it in the bag, then put it in his mouth and tasted it.

"It's struvite."

Hearing this, a smile appeared on Liu Zhengyue's face.

I don't know where the gang got these good things, but they really need them.

Although livestock and human manure is also a kind of fertilizer after being heat-cooked, the nitrogen content is insufficient, and the comprehensive fertility is obviously inferior to struvite that has been precipitated over time and washed by rain.

Often a handful of bird droppings is worth a large bucket of cow dung. If the latter is used, it must be mixed with urea and sprinkled together.

Brown Farm itself is not able to produce high-quality urea in large quantities, and the direct use of urine not only burns the roots, but also easily leads to soil compaction when mixed with manure.

As a result, they often import synthetic, organic fertilizers from Boulder City or Honghe Town, mixed with fermented manure.

This is true not only of Brown Farm, but of the entire area around Qingquan City, where almost all the survivors of farming live.

"Make an offer!"

"We only brought 300 kilograms over, you give me a sincere price, we can cooperate in the future."

One acre of land needs about 10~50 kg of fertilizer, which cannot be generalized according to the crop, soil conditions, fertilizer types, and expected harvest.

Judging from the pre-war map, the area of the entire farm is not large, and it can make up 80~100 acres of cultivated land, which is equivalent to 7~9 standard playgrounds.

Of course, it is not excluded that they are engaged in three-dimensional agriculture and indoor planting, after all, similar technologies were not uncommon before the war.

Chu Guang couldn't guess their needs, so he simply let them quote by themselves.

Liu Zhengyue hesitated for a moment and said tentatively.

"300 kg...... How about 2 tons of green barley? ”

Hearing this number, Chu Guang couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

It's a shame that my side didn't speak first.

The wholesale price ratio he found on the Internet on the other side of the earth is almost 1:5, and his psychological expectation is about 1:6~7.

Now it seems that the prices of prices in parallel worlds can be said to have no reference value at all.

Chu Guang looked at him and said.

"5 tons minimum."

"5 tons?! This is impossible," Liu Zhengyue exclaimed, "Our yield per acre of land is only 500 catties of green wheat." ”

"That's because you didn't use our fertilizer, which will be 1,000 catties from next year,"

The yield of this mutated crop is not good......

Anyway, it would be nice to have access to a pre-war seed bank.

If you benchmark wheat, the yield of one acre of land on the earth in the parallel world is 600 catties, and the high thousands of catties are not a problem, but tens of thousands of catties must be bragging.

Chu Guang thought in his heart, even if he didn't have this shelter, there should always be some seed stocks in those normal shelters, right?

I don't know if it was because of the distance or because of the climate, so the pre-war crops did not become popular on the wasteland.

Or is it just that there is no one in this area?

"Are you dreaming? A thousand catties per mu? Liu Zhengyue's eyes widened, and he shook his head and said, "Friend, if you are really sincere, 3 tons...... That's the bottom line I can accept. We have a stable supplier to supply in large quantities, do you think your struvite is irreplaceable? ”

"But it's definitely the most cost-effective, and I don't think they will sell it to you cheaply because they come all the way over," Chu Guang looked at him and said, "1 kilogram for 12 kilograms of grain, for the sake of coming early this winter, this is my biggest concession." ”

"We'll supply it in large quantities next year, too, and if you can't accept the price, I'd rather go back the way I came and sell it to a passing trader."

Strands on the shore of Linghu Lake are scattered in the shallows on the south side and extend to the east side, and the reserves are not abundant, but they are definitely quite a lot, and they can be dug with a little time and manpower.

Chu Guang didn't know why these survivors hadn't discovered that Feng Shui treasure land, but no matter what, it was his territory now.

Liu Zhengyue's heart hesitated for a while, but finally nodded.

"Okay, you'd better not lie to me...... Next spring, we need 3 tons of struvite, which will be used during the sowing season. Where are you? Qingquan City or the surrounding area? If it is not far away, we can pick up the goods. ”

"There's no need for that, when this winter passes, we'll naturally deliver to your door."

Chu Guang smiled and stretched out his right hand.

"Then I wish us a happy cooperation."

Although her face was painful, Liu Zhengyue still squeezed out a smile and held his outstretched hand.

“…… Happy to work with. ”