10% increase in strength.
What kind of black technology is this?
But then again, is this thing considered candy or stimulant?
Chu Guang didn't know its ingredients, and there was no production date or ingredient list on the outer packaging.
"It lasts for 10 hours."
The 10% increase looks pretty good. Even 10% of strength at a critical moment is enough to turn the tide of the battle.
But eating a lollipop before the battle...
It doesn't match his image as a tough guy, Wu Y Zu.
And it's unknown when it will take effect.
After thinking about it, Chu Guang decided to keep it for now.
Having one more trump card in hand is not a bad thing.
...
The next morning.
The players went online as scheduled.
Although they were exhausted from work in reality during the day, they were exhausted after going online, and they were full of energy and vigor.
Lao Bai's cement kiln was completely dry.
He and Kuangfeng went to the construction site on the map, pulled dozens of kilograms of limestone back with a cart, and then went to the river to get a few large buckets of clay and sand, and began the first round of trial firing of silicate cement.
In fact, the formula of ordinary silicate cement can be found publicly on the Internet.
Simply put, it is to crush limestone and mix it with clay and iron filings in a specific proportion, and then heat it to 1450 degrees Celsius in a special kiln for calcination.
The cement clinker prepared in this way only needs to add sand and water to form cement mortar that can be used for construction.
With the help of some professional websites, you can even find the specific material ratios of different cements according to construction requirements.
As long as you do your homework in advance before playing the game, it is much easier than traveling back to ancient times and starting from scratch.
Considering that this is the first time he has done this thing, Lao Bai chose the simplest formula. The material requirements of this thing are not too harsh, and it can be barely completed with the current conditions of the shelter outpost.
Relying on his "natural power", he swung a hammer to break the stones picked up from the construction site into as many pieces as possible, and then mixed them with clay and iron filings reduced with charcoal, and sent them into the newly completed kiln.
The charcoal was lit.
Smoke was rising slowly.
Fang Chang enthusiastically lent a hand and rubbed the branches tied to the mud plate - this was a simple blower, made of water pipes, bark, and cotton thread, which could send a lot of air into the kiln to make the charcoal inside burn more fiercely.
"How can we determine the temperature in the kiln?"
"I don't know."
"I don't know???"
"What else? Do you have an industrial thermometer? Anyway, don't talk nonsense, just rub the blower and increase the force to push it in, and it's done! Oh... I'll just get a generator somewhere."
"..."
Old Bai sighed while stroking his chin, and Fang Chang was speechless.
This guy.
Since becoming the "construction captain", he has become more and more like a contractor.
While rubbing the branches, he was slacking off, wondering where those two animals, Kuangfeng and Yeshi, had gone...
In fact, not only did they not know, but Chu Guang, the manager, also did not know.
Although he could confirm whether the players were online or offline, as well as their approximate direction and distance through the system, he could not fully grasp the specific coordinates of the players.
At least not now.
But just as Chu Guang was wondering what the two players were doing, he saw two players carrying buckets and walking towards him.
"Where did you go?"
Facing the manager's question, Kuangfeng answered truthfully.
"Near the mutant leech nest."
Chu Guang frowned.
"Didn't I tell you not to go there?"
"We didn't go in, we just set a trap near the nest... Look, this is the mutant leech cub."
Before Kuangfeng could speak, Ye Shi saw that the manager looked unhappy, and was afraid that he would lose his favor if he was slow, so he quickly put the plastic bucket in his hand on the ground to explain.
Chu Guang looked into the bucket and found that it was filled with glass bottles, which were filled with palm-sized larvae.
Their postures were twisted, and they were stretching and retracting their deformed mouthparts, entangled with their companions, and they looked like tentacles in the book.
"Interesting... How did you do it?"
When he was in Beth Street before, he had never heard of anyone catching this thing.
Although mutant insects are rich in protein, they also have a high content of parasites. That thing can't be killed by throwing it into a pot and boiling it for a while.
In addition, this thing lives in a special environment and rarely acts alone. Its combat effectiveness is difficult to assess, and very few survivors are interested in it.
"Blood! We use animal blood to lure them into the glass bottle with bait. Large leeches can't get in, and small ones can't get out!"
Ye Shi said excitedly, and Kuang Feng added two sentences beside him.
"These mutant leeches should be foraging at night and retreating to their nests during the day. Except for some bottles that were crushed, these little guys are still in the bottles. I was just going to give it a try, but I didn't expect the effect to be so good."
Chu Guang touched his chin and nodded.
"I see... This is indeed a good idea."
No wonder Kuang Feng asked him for some meat from his prey yesterday. It turned out that he was going to use it as bait to catch the mutant leech cubs?
But...
"... What are you going to do with this thing?"
Chu Guang looked at Kuang Feng and continued to ask.
"I don't know about leeches, but mutant leeches are definitely inedible."
"I'm not planning to study how to eat them, I'm planning to use them for fishing."
"Fishing?"
"Yeah," Kuangfeng nodded, looking slightly excited, "When I was exploring the lakeshore before, I found some big black birds fishing on the lake! Since there are fish in the lake, we can definitely get food by fishing!"
What a great idea!
After hearing what Kuangfeng said, Chu Guang's eyes lit up.
In fact, it's not that he hadn't tried fishing before. After all, compared to hunting, fishing is much less risky.
However, his fishing skills are really hard to describe. It's hard to catch fish even with professional fishing gear and bait, not to mention that there is no such thing.
In fact, this is not entirely his problem. If the fish are so easy to catch, why don't the survivors settle down by the lake?
The fish in Linghu Lake are also mutants, which are what the survivors call aliens.
After several unsuccessful attempts, and even throwing away the fishing gear that he had spent so much time making, Chu Guang gave up.
"Do you know how to fish?"
Facing the manager's question, Kuang Feng was stunned and said.
"No... But I checked online and found that there are such fishing traps. I plan to try to make a few."
Although he was not sure whether the NPC could understand what "checked online" meant, the NPC had no reaction to the previous few times they talked about real things. It should be that the program setting automatically ignores such content, so Kuang Feng just said it directly.
Chu Guang was overjoyed, but nodded calmly.
"Okay, since you know how to catch fish, I'll leave this to you!"
After receiving the order, Kuang Feng and Ye Shi immediately ran to make traps.
Catching fish is much more interesting than moving bricks and chopping trees!
Chu Guang watched them collect some branches and plastic ropes picked up from somewhere, and squatted near the corner to tinker with them.
Ignoring them, Chu Guang is now studying how to smoke meat with the tobacco leaves he bought.
Yesterday, he followed the method of the survivors of Beth Street, crushed the tobacco leaves and wrapped them on the meat, then slowly baked it with firewood, allowing the tar rich in ketone alcohol compounds in the leaves to penetrate into the fat layer of the meat, killing parasites and microorganisms...
But I don't know if it's his illusion, why does it always feel a little smelly?
"It shouldn't be..."
Picking up a piece of hind leg meat and smelling it closely, Chu Guang frowned.
Under normal circumstances, meat smoked in this way should have a smell of nicotine and a burnt yellow oily luster on the surface.
However, the hind leg meat in its hand was obviously dark red in color, cooked on the outside and raw on the inside, and had a faint smell of decay.
"Is the method wrong?"