Language barrier?
Unable to communicate?
This is not a problem for Chu Guang at all.
As a tool man, it is enough to master a few simple basic words to meet the players' needs for game functions.
For example, the simplest buying and selling can be learned without complex vocabulary.
As for what to do if the players don't understand the dirty talk?
Cold.
After all, even if it is a completely real immersive virtual reality online game, it is impossible for every NPC to have completely real intelligence.
This is reasonable.
Therefore, Chu Guang did not require Xia Yan to learn Chinese, but only required her to master a few basic words and fixed sentences.
However, what he didn't expect was that his requirements had been set low enough, and this guy's performance was still unsatisfactory.
"... For customers who come to the store, you have to say 'Hello, I am Xia Yan, the owner of the weapon store, how can I help you', when you hear 'I want to buy something', point to the menu and answer 'Look for yourself', when you hear 'I want to maintain the gun', stretch out your hand and answer 'Bring it'?"
What the hell is this?
Holding the note in her hand, Xia Yan looked at Chu Guang, who was sitting on the chair, with a sad face.
Although the pronunciation of each word was marked, she still couldn't get used to the strange pronunciation.
Even though it was indeed very similar to human language.
Noticing that Xia Yan was looking at him, Chu Guang moved his eyes away from the computer screen and turned his head to look at her.
"Learned it?"
Xia Yan: "Not yet..."
Chu Guang: "Then why are you looking at me, keep reciting."
Xia Yan: "..."
For a moment, she suddenly felt that the work of having children might be easier, but for some reason, this person had no interest in her at all.
Am I ugly?
Not really.
Pinching her red hair in frustration, Xia Yan was still very confident in her appearance. For example, the captain had pursued her for a while.
But she didn't like him.
The life of a cannon fodder is too hard. She has to face the threat of death every day. Her dream is to marry into the inner city of Boulder City and live the life of a rich wife from then on.
Actually, it is not impossible to think about it.
What if one day she receives the task of escorting a big shot, who knows, the plot of a beauty saving a hero in a novel might happen?
It's just a pity that, let alone escorting a big shot, a marginal team like them can't even do the tasks on the edge of the Second Ring Road, and can only be sent to such a wilderness to open "blind boxes".
As for now...
The life in the dream is even more hopeless.
Who would want a cripple?
And a cripple who has been captured by barbarians...
Just when Xia Yan felt sad about her unfortunate fate, a light cough came from the side.
"Your expression should be restrained a little."
"Ah?"
Xia Yan looked confused.
Sure enough, she was slacking off.
Looking at her subconscious reaction, Chu Guang, who was sitting on the chair, was speechless.
Sighing, he paused for a moment and said expressionlessly.
"Start the time from now, I will test you in two hours."
"If there is still no progress, perhaps the Brown Farm next door will be more suitable for you, and there is a need for serfs there."
"That's right, I can make some money too."
...
It is winter now, and Brown Farm does not need serfs. Instead, it will dispose of a batch of old things that can't work, or defective products with broken arms and legs at the end of the month.
No one will want a lame mercenary even if he is given for free.
As for coveting beauty, that's even more nonsense. Even the local tycoons on Bet Street can afford the clone Xiao Gaigai, whose face is so delicate that even celebrities will be jealous. How much can a weak, vulgar and barbaric soul be worth?
This is a wasteland.
Chu Guang just said casually that he would sell this guy.
Scare her a little and give her some motivation.
Even if this guy is so stupid that he can't even memorize these few pages of lines, he won't sell her as a slave.
At most, he will throw her out from here.
In fact, during this period of contact, Chu Guang found that this person is also quite interesting. It's useless to talk to him nicely. He immediately gave in after a few threats and started to memorize obediently.
Why bother?
Chu Guang shook his head and continued to surf the Internet. Just now he found that his steam account can still be used, just to kill time...
The next morning.
Chu Guang woke up and opened the player list, unlocked the login permissions of the players in batches, and took the online players to the surface.
"Dear administrator, where is the lady from yesterday?" Standing next to the administrator, Fang Chang asked respectfully.
"Are you talking about Xia Yan? Her injuries are a bit serious and she needs to rest for a few days. I talked to her last night and she has agreed to join our business. When her injuries are healed, she will be responsible for the preparation of weapons at the outpost."
Of course, Chu Guang didn't say that this guy recited the book until two or three o'clock, and finally carried it to the next room by himself. If nothing unexpected happens, she should be sleeping soundly.
After hearing 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 the owner of a weapons store or a similar profession!
Silently memorizing these two things, Fang Chang plans to update all the information in his post after logging off today.
Chu Guang can of course guess what he is thinking, otherwise he would not tell him so much detail.
Continuing to perform his duties as an NPC, Chu Guang took the players to the open space of the sanatorium and gave a simple mobilization speech, and then announced the disbandment.
After two days of running-in, the newly joined players have basically adapted to the rhythm of this game and do not need him to command at all.
Looking at the fire and black smoke rising gradually outside the construction site, and the players climbing up and down the scaffolding and working hard, Chu Guang suddenly felt like an old farmer who raised ducks.
Every day's work is to drive the ducks out of the cage, let them walk outside by themselves, and then gather them back into the cage when it gets dark, and then count today's harvest and how much fat the ducks have gained, and by the way, pluck some duck feathers from them in a planned way.
Of course, this is not entirely correct.
After all, most of the tools for work were provided by me, and most of the dried meat they ate was also obtained by hunting.
Thinking about it this way, I still contributed a lot.
Probably?
Standing in front of the construction site and looking at it for a while, just when Chu Guang was thinking about what to do today, Ye Shi had already taken the initiative to find him.
"Respected Administrator!" Ye Shiyi bowed respectfully, and was eager to try. He took the initiative to speak very skillfully, "Are we going hunting today? When do we set out?"
Chu Guang was slightly stunned and nodded.
"...Now."
Good guy.
Now these players are quite proactive. Have they learned to arrange work for themselves?
But Chu Guang didn't say anything.
After all, he did plan to go out for a stroll and bring back some wild game to smoke.
After taking Ye Shi back to the shelter, Chu Guang put on the tactical belt stripped from the mercenary, inserted the picked up pistol on it, and then stuffed two 5mm pistol magazines as spare ammunition.
The main weapon is still his 9mm iron pipe rifle and the Holy Sword of Physics - a steel pipe that can pry open doors and hammer people.
Although there are now submachine guns and shotguns, two "close combat artifacts" to choose from, these two equipment are not very meaningful for hunting.
There is no deer bullet in the shotgun's spare ammunition, and using shotgun shells will damage the fur.
Compared with using close-range firepower to suppress prey, Chu Guang prefers to use a rifled high-quality 9mm iron barrel rifle to kill the prey with one shot at medium distance.
Or at least make it incapable of movement, and then approach it to finish it off with a steel pipe.
This not only saves precious ammunition, but also allows the prey's fur to be preserved more intact.
You know, every additional bullet hole or cut will reduce the quality of the fur by 10%.
"Take this with you."
Chu Guang handed a pistol and a crossbow to Ye Shi, in addition to a hide quiver containing 15 crossbow arrows.
"Can I use that shotgun?"
Ye Shi looked at the pistol, then at the shotgun leaning against the wall, and looked at Chu Guang pitifully.
However, Chu Guang had no intention of giving in, and said expressionlessly.
"We are going hunting, not to fight mutants."
"You should get familiar with these two weapons first before we talk about other things."
...
Chu Guang took Ye Shi out hunting.
The players at the outpost worked diligently as yesterday, moving bricks, mixing cement, and plastering. No one was idle.
Thanks to the thirty tools that the manager exchanged from Brown Farm, the players' work efficiency has been greatly improved.
Especially the players who built walls.
The outpost's wall construction site is advancing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Not just the construction site.
Fang Chang and Lao Bai, who were thinking about the traditional steelmaking method, made new progress in their work after getting the fire tongs and the hammer.
They dismantled the rusted frames, hoods, suspensions, and even the engine shells from the cars in the parking lot... After two hundred years of wind and rain, these scraps that could no longer be found in complete structures were natural open-pit mines for them.
They smashed the brittle rust and threw it into the furnace, still using charcoal as a reducing agent and manual bellows to blow air. This time they finally succeeded in turning the garbage into hot molten iron.
"Awesome!!!"
"It worked!"
Lao Bai and Fang Chang clenched their fists excitedly.
They had been waiting for this moment for three full days!
The molten iron fired in this way, after cooling, is high-carbon pig iron. By repeatedly heating and cooling, the carbon content is reduced to between 2% and 1.5%, 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. Formal steelmaking still requires professional equipment, at least an electric furnace.
In fact, let alone steelmaking, just being able to boil molten iron with industrial waste is already a remarkable thing for them with simple production facilities!
"What should we forge?" Old Bai asked excitedly, looking at Fang Chang, "Axe? Knife? Or something else."
Fang Chang also looked happy, and said after thinking for a few seconds.
"Let's make a big pot first!"
"I'm going to vomit from eating stew every day!"
Although the mashed potatoes yesterday were good, Brother Chaodan said that there was not much soy sauce left, and if nothing unexpected happened, it would be pine nut and fresh fish soup again today.
That thing really didn't taste fresh at all, and the taste of catfish filled my mouth after taking a bite.
"Haha, good idea! With an iron pot, I can cook!"
The two hit it off and quickly reached a consensus. They began to use the yellow mud left over from burning bricks to figure out how to make a mold for burning iron pots.
On the other side, in front of the carpenter's hut.
Brother Mosquito, who was sitting at the door with a small stool, was concentrating on the handicraft in his hands.
He was holding a trash can that he had picked up from somewhere, sealed it with a wooden board, and then drilled a stainless steel pipe into it to make a simple spray can.
This was not the end.
He was obviously not satisfied with the tilted sprinkler.
Brother Mosquito then sealed the joint with rosin, installed a portable wooden handle on the outer shell of the trash can, made a supercharger similar to a spray can with a plastic bottle, and connected it to the back of the trash can with a hose folded into an S shape.
"Perfect!"
Brother Mosquito, who had completed the task, looked at the thing in his hand with a happy expression on his face.
Manual supercharged flamethrower!
As long as you inject wood tar into the barrel and insert a cotton strip to ignite the fire on the water pipe in front, within the five-meter killing radius, this thing can theoretically become a nightmare for anyone or alien species——
Of course, the premise is not to set yourself on fire.
From a high EQ point of view, the design concept of this thing is a bit cyberpunk, but Brother Mosquito thinks it's not a big problem, and it can be improved in the future.
Let's call it "Hellfire 0.1"!
Just thinking about whether to go somewhere to try it, Brother Mosquito looked up and suddenly saw Kuangfeng walking towards him with a plastic bucket.
This guy went fishing early in the morning. Usually he could only be seen near the sanatorium in the afternoon. Unexpectedly, it was strange today. He came back before ten o'clock.
"Oh, so early today?" Mosquito looked at Kuangfeng who was coming and laughed and teased, "Could it be that the trap was broken again?"
"It has nothing to do with the trap," Kuangfeng threw the plastic bucket in his hand on the ground, "Look what I found?"
"What did I find——" Seeing what was in the bucket, Mosquito was stunned.
Those were some white stones.
There were some yellow and light brown impurities mixed in them.
The stiffness on his face instantly turned into ecstasy.
"Guno stone!?"