The construction of the outpost requires tools.
And the amount required is quite a lot.
For example, fire tongs and hammers for forging, axes for chopping trees and saws for decomposing wood, and small tools such as screwdrivers, screws, nails, and wrenches.
Without tools, many tasks are either difficult to carry out or extremely inefficient even if they are carried out.
For example, the plaster knives used by players in the outpost to repair walls are all substitutes made of wood by [WC is really a mosquito].
In fact, if it was the first few years of the Wasteland Era, these tools could be easily found in hardware stores, department stores, repair shops and the like.
Thanks to the advanced material technology before the war, the quality of these things is usually good.
However, now that two hundred years have passed, the places that are easy to plunder have long been plundered. Places with rich resources such as department stores and repair shops were even the nests of survivors in the early years, and it is impossible for much to be left.
However, nothing is absolute.
Just like today, 211 years later, scavengers can still find a little bit of pitiful supplies from the wasteland, there will always be some good things left by careless people.
These things are usually sold by scavengers to nearby survivor settlements, and placed on the shelves as garbage for the passing caravans to choose.
Chu Guang's idea is very simple.
He plans to take two players to pretend to be a caravan and go to the nearby Brown Farm to trade in exchange for the supplies needed by the outpost.
Before leaving, he changed into the casual clothes he picked up.
Chu Guang took Ye Shi and Fang Chang and set out from the south gate of the wetland park, avoiding Street 76, and heading southeast along the shabby path.
Bette Street and Brown Farm are about the same distance from here. The straight-line distance on the map is about three kilometers, the only difference is that one is in the south and the other is in the southeast.
As for why Brown Farm was chosen, the reason is actually very simple.
One is that no one knows him there, let alone his background. Another thing is that the road to Brown Farm is a little easier to walk, and there are relatively fewer ruins to cross.
But even so, hiking in the wasteland actually takes far more than three kilometers.
The group stopped and walked along the way, bypassing the inaccessible ruins. During this period, they not only had to be wary of alien species, but also had to be careful of being targeted by malicious survivors.
Finally, before nine o'clock in the morning, the group arrived near the destination.
At the end of the muddy road, there was a spacious iron gate, and on both sides of the iron gate were walls made of concrete blocks.
The wall was not high, only less than three meters, and a row of aluminum alloy awnings and steel bars were inserted on the wall. It seemed that industrial waste was used to increase the height.
The dense bullet holes on the wall and the gallows with skeletons hanging outside the wall all showed that the people here were not easy to mess with.
From the road signs on the side of the road, it can be seen that this place used to be a pastoral farmhouse before the war.
All signs indicate that at the beginning of the collapse of order, the survivors who escaped from the city occupied this place.
Unlike Bette Street.
Mr. Brown, the farmer of Brown Farm, is a real landlord, and there are no large numbers of free people here like Bette Street.
There are only two identities for people living here, either the farmer's thugs or serfs.
However, Chu Guang was not too worried that the other party would have bad intentions. Any force that has two plots of land to cultivate rarely actively attacks outsiders. After all, those who wear shoes always have to consider whether it is worthwhile to bully those who are barefoot.
Walk to a position about ten meters away from the iron gate and stop.
Chu Guang raised his right fist and signaled the two players behind him to stop.
At the same time as the group stopped, a black gun barrel stretched out from between the aluminum alloy plates on the wall.
Showing weapons means no hostility.
It seems that this contact was successful, and Chu Guang was slightly relieved.
The man standing on the wall shouted angrily.
"Hey, hey, hey, stop! Who are you? What are you doing here!"
"We have no ill intentions, we just want to exchange some things with you." Chu Guang said calmly while looking at the man in front of him, signaling the players behind him not to be nervous.
"Exchange some things?"
The man quickly glanced at the cart behind the three people, and did not move his index finger away from the trigger, still staring at Chu Guang with suspicious eyes.
"I haven't seen you before, where are you from?"
Chu Guang brought out the pre-prepared words.
"From the wilderness, we recently migrated to this area."
The man asked hesitantly.
"Nomads?"
Chu Guang shrugged and gave him an ambiguous answer.
"It depends on how you understand it."
Nomads are not uncommon in the wasteland, especially in the suburbs, and can even be said to be a relatively common existence.
These people usually do not enter urban areas, and mainly wander in the wilderness between cities.
They don't farm, but make a living by grazing and hunting, chasing the footprints of alien species and beasts, migrating from one area to another, and occasionally doing business like merchants, exchanging the hunted prey and the garbage they picked up for daily necessities.
Of course, they occasionally do robbing and looting.
There are no absolutely good or bad people in the wasteland. Under certain circumstances and conditions, anyone can become a predator.
The man did not immediately trust the three people in front of the door, but the guns in the hands of the three people made him dare not act rashly.
Especially he didn't know how many people were in their "tribe".
"What are your goods? What do you plan to exchange for?"
"50 kilograms of smoked jerky, 20 kilograms of smoked fish, and 10 mutant hyena furs... We need hardware tools and food grown in the fields. I promise that we will leave after the transaction is completed and will never stay here for a second longer."
Finally believing that this group of people came to trade, the man slowly withdrew the muzzle of the gun that stretched out of the bunker and said in a warning tone.
"You wait here, I'll go back and ask for instructions."
"Go ahead."
After saying that, Chu Guang stood there quietly waiting.
The two players behind him were whispering.
"This survivor's base is a bit awesome... I mean the architectural style here, it has that kind of post-apocalyptic flavor."
"Indeed, it seems that there are a lot of content in this update."
"By the way, is that the new NPC?"
"It should be, but I don't know what he's talking about."
"Who knows, I just know that his expression looks like he deserves a beating..."
"I think so too."
No one likes to be pointed at by a gun.
Chu Guang doesn't like it either.
But after all, he can't be resurrected, so he still has to be restrained when he's out there.
Not waiting too long, the iron gate in front soon opened.
A wooden trailer was pulled by a serf in shackles and walked out of the wall under the supervision of two gunmen.
The trailer was piled with sacks filled with food and wooden frames filled with tools.
The man who had previously shouted to Chu Guang on the wall also came out of the door, staring at him with sharp eyes.
"Liu Zhengyue."
"Chu Guang."
The two shook hands briefly and quickly let go.
Looking at Chu Guang, Liu Zhengyue continued.
"I want to know what kind of meat you are carrying on your cart."
"The smoked meat is all mutant hyena meat, and the smoked fish is catfish and crucian carp. You can check it at will." Chu Guang said calmly.
He knew what this person was worried about.
Liu Zhengyue didn't waste any words, walked forward, stretched out his hand to lift the plastic sheet on the cart, and got close to check it carefully.
Especially the smoked meat, which was the focus of inspection.
He took out a knife from his waist, picked a piece of dried meat that was in good condition, cut off a thumb-sized section, and threw it to the serf pulling the cart.
"Eat it."
The serf didn't dare to resist, and quickly stuffed the dried meat into his mouth, fearing that he would be beaten if he was half a beat late. After chewing for a while, he hurriedly said.
"It's mutant hyena meat, no salt, pure air-dried."
It's normal that there is no salt. After all, this is inland. Liu Zhengyue didn't say much, and waited quietly with his eyes slightly closed.
Almost ten minutes passed.
Seeing that the serfs did not have any abnormal reaction, his eyebrows slightly relaxed, and he looked back at Chu Guang, using his hands to gesture numbers and said.
"1 kg of smoked meat or smoked fish for 2 kg of green wheat or 2 kg of goat horn potatoes. Fur for tools, one for one."
Goat horn potatoes are a root crop that tastes a bit like potatoes and is shaped like goat horns.
Because it is rich in carbohydrates and is easy to store and plant, this thing, like green wheat, is the main food for survivors in the nearby area.
When he was in Beth Street before, Chu Guang had seen survivors planting this thing at their doorstep, such as the Yu family opposite.
Chu Guang had tried to plant it before, but soon gave up.
It's not that he couldn't grow it, but he had to go out to pick up waste every day, and no one was watching at home. The first crop had just grown a little bit, and I don't know which family took it away...
It might be a good idea to buy some goat horn potatoes and plant them back at the outpost.
"One kilogram of bacon can be exchanged for at least five kilograms of grain, half of which is green wheat and half of which is sheep's horn potatoes. In addition, these furs are all high-quality furs, and one piece can be exchanged for at least three tools," Chu Guang shook his head and said, "I have been to Beth Street, don't think I don't know the market."
The price was just for bargaining.
However, what Chu Guang didn't expect was that after listening to his offer, Liu Zhengyue did not bargain, but looked at him in surprise.
Did he quote too high?
Just when Chu Guang was thinking about whether to take the initiative to make a concession, the man in front of him finally came back to his senses, looked at Chu Guang with a strange face, and nodded slowly.
"...Deal."
Don't these people bargain when doing business?
Chu Guang was stunned at first, but his previous experience in sales made him immediately understand what was going on, and he immediately cursed in his heart.
Damn!
That damn mayor!
He even dared to mess with the price of grain!
The two players next to him were confused the whole time. After all, they couldn't speak the same language, and they couldn't understand the communication between the manager and the "native" in front of them.
But seeing that person nod...
Should the deal be reached?
But for some reason, the manager's face was not very good.
50 kg of smoked meat and 20 kg of smoked fish were exchanged for a total of 350 kg of green wheat and sheep's horn potatoes, which filled more than a dozen sacks.
The remaining ten pieces of fur were exchanged for thirty tools.
When Chu Guang was selecting tools, he picked those with better quality, preferably alloy products produced before the war.
Don't look at these antiques from two hundred years ago.
In terms of quality, they are much better than the imitations made of iron or pure steel by the natives in the wasteland.
Liu Zhengyue didn't say anything, and didn't care about Chu Guang's picking and choosing.
Obviously, there are still a lot of these tools in the farm, and most of them are sold by scavengers who pick up garbage nearby, and the leftovers picked by passing merchants.
After the grain was weighed, it was all loaded onto the cart.
Liu Zhengyue shook hands with Chu Guang, and finally squeezed out a stiff smile on his face that was tense because of distrust.
"Welcome again."
"I will."
"We also have some variants of tobacco leaves here, do you need them?" Liu Zhengyue took out a handful of dried tobacco leaves from his pocket and sold them to Chu Guang, "It can relieve fatigue and add flavor to food. It's very useful."
"Next time, we have nothing to trade."
If possible, Chu Guang would have wanted to buy one or two slaves to take back, but as he said, he had nothing to trade.
Maybe next time?
"No, no, no, my friend, this bag is free, it's a gift for you."
Liu Zhengyue stuffed it into Chu Guang's hand with a smile, and this time his smile was much more skillful than before.
Hearing that it was a gift, Chu Guang no longer refused and accepted it decisively.
Although he doesn't smoke this thing, he should be able to sell it for one or two chips.
Smoke it yourself?
Impossible.
The transaction was finally completed.
Chu Guang ordered Fang Chang to pull the cart on the road, and finally shook hands with Liu Zhengyue, then turned around and followed with Ye Shi.
On the way back, Chu Guang was in a very good mood.
This transaction can be described as a bumper harvest.
The two players who came with him were also in a good mood and were discussing excitedly at this moment.
"This place is called Brown Farm?"
Fang Chang: "Yeah, I remember it was also this name... If nothing unexpected happens, today's test should be the trading system and the new neutral force base! It's just my guess that the next update should be a brand new business running gameplay. Do you remember what the dog planner told us before? The economic system of Wasteland OL will be designed according to a completely real demand and supply system. The exchange of materials with other survivors' gathering places is essential! I estimate that this part of the content will be updated within two versions!"
Ye Shi: "Oh my god, you said that and I'm looking forward to the public beta!"
Fang Chang: "It's probably too early for the public beta. This game company has great ambitions, and there are probably many things to test. But I feel that there is no need to wait until the public beta. By the internal beta stage, the game content should be very rich!"
Ye Shi: "But then again... Are you sure you are talking about the dog planner here, Brother Guang can't hear it?"
Fang Chang took a breath.
"Hiss... Shit, you're making me panic. Brother Guang, I was wrong. Ning is my dad!"
Chu Guang: "..."
Forget it.
Just pretend I didn't hear it.
As a conscientious NPC, Chu Guang did not participate in the discussion between the two players. His eyes naturally wandered around. He seemed to be wandering carelessly, but in fact he was observing every shadow that might hide danger.
It was around ten o'clock in the morning, which was a relatively safe time.
But we can't take it lightly.
In the wasteland, anything can happen.
"Did you hear any sound?" Ye Shi, who was talking nonsense with Fang Chang, suddenly stopped and looked around with a frown.
"Sound?"
Fang Chang was slightly stunned. Although he didn't hear anything, he still stopped.
Chu Guang frowned, looked around vigilantly, and his index finger unconsciously pushed the safety on the gun.
He also heard the sound...
It was the breath of an alien!
Chu Guang suddenly raised his head and looked towards the street building covered with vines in front of him. He saw a hideous monster crawling on the wall. Its gray-black skin almost blended into the wall, and its scarlet eyes were fixed on everyone motionlessly.
It had no legs, but instead had four slender and explosive arms. Its dry fingers were like hooks, firmly fixing its body to the concrete wall.
The muscles on its chest rose and fell gently, and a human leg bone was held in the corner of its bloody mouth. Its hissing breath exuded a desire for flesh and blood.
Chu Guang's pupils suddenly shrank, almost shrinking to a dot.
Crawler!