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Fang Chang: "Unlock a new landmark to the north of the abandoned construction site, the abandoned department store, there are a large number of nibbles inside!" We emptied the first floor of the predators, but when we entered the basement, the VM indicated that the current area radiation index exceeded the safe threshold. Well, I'll be blunt, there's probably something good in the basement. Are there any Constitution players? We're just one physique department short. ”

Siss: "I, I, I!" ”

Tail: "Tail too!" Uh, I seem to be agile, but that's okay, I'll sneak attack! (｀w′*)”

Fang Chang: "I'm sorry, that one can't bring a newcomer." I'll talk about the demand again, the constitution attribute is 10 points, and it is best to have more than 10 points. ”

Tail: "qaq"

Irena: "My physique is lv4, my main attribute is just 10 points, and my talent is ...... Forget it, when I don't. (Funny)"

Fang Chang: "Brother, read the private message." ”

Picking up trash level 99: "Do you want a lizard?" I may be resistant, whether it is radiation or poison! ”

Night Ten: "You should find a way out of the shelter first." (Funny)"

Picking up garbage level 99: "Gan! ”

Fujiteng: "I got up at four o'clock in the middle of the night to read the PPT, and I saw that I almost forgot to go to work, and there were still a few things I didn't understand. Woo woo, 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 if you are serious about the ppt you watch?" ”

Fujito: "(*?w?)? ╰ひ╯”

wc really has mosquitoes: "(?Д?*)"

Today's official website is still calm.

Except for a few old brothers who quarreled over which type of steel should be better for seamless steel pipes, the whole forum was very harmonious.

Chu Guang didn't participate in the topic, but silently marked the accounts of these old buddies and arranged them on the next batch of lists.

Don't beep, you can go.

Wait for alpha 0.6 to come out, when you guys perform.

In fact, Chu Guang has always been curious, this wasteland ol forum is punished like this every day, why hasn't it been dropped by the wall until now?

The official website has been online for more than a month, and now the daily activity is about to exceed 10,000, and there are many people.

The little friend named Ye Ao must have reported it.

However, it really didn't work at all.

"Outrageous."

Including the ability to deliver helmets to the player's doorstep without knowing it, if this is something that black technology can do, then this technology is indeed outrageous enough.

It's like magic......

Playing with the ballpoint pen in his hand, Chu Guang, who was leaning on the chair, smashed his tongue.

At this time, he suddenly thought of the "form-forming field" mentioned in the recording.

"Xiaoqi."

Xiao Qi, who was charging, raised the camera.

"What's the matter, master."

Chu Guang pondered for a moment and said.

"Have you ever heard of the Formation Field?"

"Is Vault 404 the main research topic?"

"Huh?" Chu Guang sat up from his chair in surprise, looked at the wastepaper basket squatting in the corner and asked, "You know? ”

"The host...... As I said before, the information that Xiaoqi archives is all obtained from you. Xiao Qi's voice sounded a little helpless.

All right.

White was happy.

But it's an irrelevant thing anyway.

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

……

Since being equipped with the "Hummingbird" drone, Xiaoqi's field of vision has expanded a lot.

The silver-white ball usually hovers quietly about 50~100 meters above the outpost, and no one will notice a small dot at all.

If needed, it can also be moved around the park, as long as it doesn't fly three kilometers away, the signal is good.

Through the VM device worn 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.

It's like playing an RTS game from God's point of view.

The only pity is that the players have their own ideas, and he can't frame the blue man on the screen for micro-manipulation.

Otherwise, it's really the same as an RTS game.

The peep screen was so happy, Chu Guang, who was holding the VM, dragged the drone to the entrance of 76th Street for a while, ob those players who were brushing the book at the greenhouse ruins, and then dragged the drone to the vicinity of the mutant tribe to see what those green-skinned muscle guys were busy doing.

Well, it seems to be quite busy.

A few more corpses were added to the gate of the village, but strangely, except for the open and dark sentry, these muscular guys were not seen coming out of the village.

Where did these corpses come from?

Out of thin air?

It's a pity that the mutant stockade likes to use wood to make a dome, and there are some rags and clothes hanging in the corridors of the corridors, so you can't see the inside from a high altitude.

Maybe?

Should you randomly select a small player to go in and give away the head?

It's not impossible.

It wasn't until the drone's battery level bottomed out and triggered the automatic return that Chu Guang reluctantly put away the VM and returned control of the drone to Xiaoqi.

……

It's approaching dusk.

The market in front of the north gate is bustling.

There are stalls selling barbecue, there are those who eat mushrooms, and there are those who sell 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 it themselves.

The natives who live in the neighborhood are also attracted by the lively atmosphere.

However, they were embarrassed to get too close.

Coupled with the shyness in their pockets and the lack of silver coins, they watched around with envy on their faces for a while, and then quietly left.

"The market for blue coats is so lively."

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

"I saw the shell of the claw crab, and they made the nail pieces out of the shell of the claw crab? Although it doesn't look very durable, they actually killed the claw crab! ”

"They actually grill meat over charcoal, it's a luxury."

"If only I could do business with them......"

"Yes, children can't just drink milk, they still have to eat some porridge or mush when they are older...... Their croissants are good, bigger than most of the ones we've seen in the north. ”

"I don't know if they need to work for a short time, there aren't many prey in winter, if only they could exchange some money for their strength."

"I want to save up money to buy an axe, and theirs, which looks stronger than ours, is made of steel...... I've only seen steel tools in large survivor dents. ”

Sitting in front of the fire in the middle of the village, the homeless people ate flatbread, drank hot camel milk, and whispered in a whisper, all with envy on their faces.

Instead of building a very tall bonfire around them to keep warm, the blue coats used small torches, dipped in black tar, to light up the whole camp.

It's just too rich!

But envy is envy.

The dignity of identity is engraved in the DNA.

To be able to have a place to stay next to the stronghold of the big forces without being expelled, they are already very satisfied.

At least life is quite satisfying now.

Looking at the curling black smoke floating in the distant camp, Wu Tieaxe, who was sitting with the clansmen, fell into a long contemplation.

Nothing was said all night.

Early the next morning.

Wu Tieaxe went to the outpost alone, and after asking the guards on duty at the gate, he met Chu Guang, who had just come up from the shelter.

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

Again?

Chu Guang yawned.

"Seeds are not lent, so there is no need to talk about this."

Wu Tieaxe looked embarrassed and lowered his head to explain.

"I was abrupt last time, and this time I'm coming to you, not for the seed."

Chu Guang glanced at him curiously.

"Oh? You said. ”

Wu Tieaxe didn't go around in circles, and said straightforwardly.

"My people would like to set up a stall in the market at your north gate, and I beg you to allow us to borrow a piece of land the size of a camel's skin."

How big is a piece of land the size of a camel's skin?

Chu Guang had never used such a strange measure word.

The point isn't the area, though.

"What do you want to trade?"

Wu Tieaxe continued.

"Some leather goods, picked up parts, tools that we built ourselves, and prey and so on...... I assure you with my head that my people will not cause trouble for you, and that we just want to exchange some grain and potatoes to feed our children. ”

It's okay to vouch for it with a skull.

The average survivor settlement is actually very reluctant to do business with the homeless, after all, these wandering people usually have a hard time coming up with good things, and the savage stall owners are not liked.

But if you look at the problem from a different angle......

Chu Guang pondered for a moment.

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

"I can grant you access to the bazaar at the North Gate, but you must abide by the rules we have set. For example, to ensure that the business items conform to public order and good customs, to keep the road in front of the stall clean and tidy, not to obstruct traffic, to prohibit private fighting, to prohibit forced buying and selling, to prohibit the private sale of slaves, to prohibit the sale of addictive drugs, and so on. ”

"Also, to operate a stall in our market, you must and only use our fiat currency. The quality of any item sold must also be guaranteed. In the event of a dispute, the provisions of the Terms and the outcome of the arbitration shall prevail. ”

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

Wu Tieaxe respectfully bowed his head.

"We're willing to accept it, my lord."

"I hope you have seriously considered the weight behind this 'willingness'," Chu Guang looked at him and said, "Then it is decided." ”

……

In fact, allowing these nomads to deepen their communication with the players was a deliberate consideration.

This is far earlier than Wu Tieaxe took the initiative to come to the door.

When properly managed, proper trade flows can facilitate the relationship between the two parties.

The players were benefited, the natives were given rations, and the natives themselves naturally stuffed copper and silver coins into their pockets.

This wave, of course, is a win-win situation.

Maybe it should be called a win-win-win?

After all, he won three times.

Evening.

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

Just when they were about to go to the North Gate Market to set up a stall to do business, they were suddenly surprised to find that there was an NPC stall at the North Gate?

Aren't all NPCs operating in the base?

Could it be that the prosperity has increased and triggered the hidden plot?

In front of the booth, two NPC ladies dressed in animal skins and dressed in exotic styles sat on the ground, and a pot of charcoal fire for heating was placed next to them.

Both of them are not very old, the older is only in his early twenties, and his demeanor is calm, quiet and inactive. The young one was about fifteen, sixteen, seven, with big eyes blinking and looking left and right, full of curiosity about everything here.

The two are probably sisters.

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

In front of them lay a camel skin, on which were ornaments made of colourful stone, scrap parts, iron daggers, scabbards, holsters, leather goods and other knick-knacks, and freshly slaughtered hyena meat.

And it's also the best leg meat and tenderloin.

In addition, there is some freshly expressed milk, which is placed in containers such as tin cans and aluminum cans, and in short, there is everything in the stalls.

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

"Why is this NPC in our market?"

"It's so cute!"

"Where's Brother Mole? You know what I mean. ”

"Gan! You know the book, the book, the book, who is the ban? ”

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

“！！！”

"The tail feels so big!"

Chu Guang was also curious about what these natives were selling, so he walked to the stall and took a look.

Seeing that the manager was coming, the players immediately got out of the way and waited with great interest to trigger the plot.

Chu Guang looked at the two of them and asked.

"What's your name?"

The big one was just about to speak, but the little one straightened his arm and raised his hand energetically to answer.

"My name is Akiba!"

Chu Guang probably figured out the naming style of this tribe, and it is estimated that what he saw and what happened during the trip was called it.

After all, it sounds normal than the iron axe.

"Where's your sister?"

"Autumn grass!"

"Poof."

Chu Guang almost couldn't help but spray.

But I held back.

“…… Good name. ”

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

"My sister, my sister is still young and lacks discipline, if I offend you...... Please punish me, and please don't embarrass her. ”

"No, my sister is very cute."

After asking so many people, it seems that he is stingy when he doesn't buy anything.

Chu Guang glanced at the things on the stall, and next to each commodity was written Arabic numerals with wooden signs clearly marked with prices according to the rules he had set.

These numbers were taught to them by Chu Guang, mainly to make it easier for players to understand.

Very well, these homeless people are very obedient.

It's not as "evil" as it is from person to person.

Putting down a silver coin, Chu Guang picked a smaller plastic bottle.

"Taste camel milk."

Akiba: "Ah, camel milk is the bottle next to it—"

"It's fine, milk is fine."

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

The little girl wanted to catch up and make it clear, but her sister, who was blushing and not speaking the whole time, grabbed her, shook her head at her, and whispered.

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

"Everything here is his, and he can give him whatever he wants."

What's more, people pay very well.

The tone may have been a bit harsh, but a benevolent ruler.

The little girl looked aggrieved.

I am obviously kind, but I still have to be counted down by my sister.

"Okay."

Saying this, she was still panicked in her heart.

It's not camel milk......

My sister smiled softly and touched her sister's head.

"Good."

The players around were talking about the plot just now, although some versions were outrageous enough, but they also guessed a rough idea.

Especially when they saw that the managers had bought it, they followed suit.

"Get me a dagger set!"

"Which is camel milk? I want camel milk! Hey? That's how you read it, right? ”

"It's gone!"

"What is this fruit, it looks black and does not slip away, can you eat it?"

"Whatever, buy it and give it to Boss Crow to taste."