"3 tons of guano... Based on the average usage of 30 jin per mu, the actual cultivated land area must be more than 100 mu, which is much larger than expected."
On the way back, Chu Guang was thinking while writing in a small notebook.
"It seems that my speculation is correct. They should have applied some soilless cultivation technology, and this part of the production capacity accounts for 15%~30% of the total production capacity... or even more."
Brown Farm will make some manure by itself and buy some from other merchants. The actual cultivated land area may be larger than I imagined.
Before crossing, Chu Guang heard about a pipeline soilless cultivation technology that can maximize the use of space and water resources. As long as the fertility is sufficient, one mu of land can be used as ten mu of land.
In the pre-war era of this world, it seems that there was similar technology, and the space utilization was maximized. Regardless of energy costs, a "skyscraper" that integrated automatic sowing, cultivation, ripening, harvesting, assembly line transportation, packaging and distribution was developed, which could really achieve an output of more than 10,000 jin per mu.
It is called the CNC Planting Tower, which is the ultimate form of industrialized planting technology.
Very cyberpunk.
The energy of Brown Farm is definitely not that luxurious, but since they can use part of the electricity to exchange for food, I think the electricity resources should not be too scarce.
In addition, they have been planting fields for at least a century, so they will inherit some of the technology and improve it to adapt to the wasteland environment.
At this time, Chu Guang suddenly had an idea.
"Could it be... some kind of energy crop?"
Brown Farm does not only grow green wheat. I heard that this thing matures very quickly. After harvesting, there is a chance to plant a round of sheep's horn potatoes, beans, fruits and vegetables or other crops.
Perhaps the latter has a greater demand for fertility?
At the end of the 20th century, some people used cash crops, by-products or artificially cultivated special crops to produce ethanol and biodiesel. As this technology gradually matures, such crops are sometimes specifically classified as "energy crops" according to their uses.
If it is reasonable to guess, in the pre-war world that has mastered controlled fusion technology, similar technology may be more advanced than he imagined.
However, in the era of major breakthroughs in nuclear fusion technology, the actual use of this energy crop should not be to produce a substitute for fossil fuels.
But as an industrial raw material.
"... Brown Farm itself does not have industrial capacity. Some of the economic (energy) crops it produces are used as fuel, and some are sold to merchants from Boulder City as industrial raw materials for factories in Boulder City."
"Its products are suspected to be some kind of rubber, crude oil analogs or other hydrocarbons."
"And this crop should consume a lot of fertility!"
Chu Guang wrote this line in his notebook.
The gains from this transaction are greater than he imagined.
Not only the grains and tools in the caravan, and the "order" for 3 tons of guano stone in the spring of next year, but also the intelligence collected indirectly through the transaction.
Especially this intelligence, when he was still a scavenger, it was impossible to collect.
After we get back, we can publish the settings on the official website for players' reference.
While Chu Guang was analyzing the information, the players next to him were also whispering.
"1 kg of guano can be exchanged for 10 kg of grain? Did I see it right?"
"You saw it wrong, it's 12 kg."
"I don't understand, is this green wheat too cheap, or is the stone we picked up from the lake too valuable."
"Maybe both? Maybe neither... Wait, how much did we buy the grain from the warehouse?"
"1 kg of green wheat is 1 silver coin, I know what you mean, 1 kg of guano can only be exchanged for 2 copper coins after it is brought back to the warehouse?"
"Yes! Is this reasonable?"
"Don't worry, although the farming system is not open now, I bet that the price of green wheat collected by NPC will definitely not exceed 1 kg 1 copper, isn't it reasonable to think about it this way?"
"Pfft, it's just like the Thai River... What the hell! Sell it to us for 1 silver coin 1 kg!"
"Calm down, which game is not like this? Besides, if you have to be serious, doesn't the price of grain in reality also fluctuate? At that time, some of it will be sold to players, and those that can't be sold can be sold to NPC granaries."
At this point, the player with the ID [Mole on the Run in the Canyon] sighed and said with a rather regretful expression.
"It would be great if the business system could be opened. One kilogram of guano can be transported to Brown Farm and exchanged for food, and then 12 kilograms of grain can be transported back. Even if it is sold to NPCs, it will be more than 2 copper coins! 12 kilograms, at least 1 silver, believe it or not? This game is really scary when you think about it carefully."
Although Chu Guang did not look up and ignored him, he still glanced at this guy and laughed in his heart.
The truth is right.
But the pattern is still small.
If you take the guano to Brown Farm to exchange for food, and then take the wholesale food to Boulder City to exchange for guns, do you believe that one hundred kilograms of guano can be exchanged for five or six guns?
Don't worry.
When the spring comes next year, your great administrator will do this business for you. The chips earned are the foreign exchange reserves of the base, and they will be divided among you.
What?
You want to settle your reward with the currency of Boulder City?
What? You still want to buy a house and marry a wife in Boulder City?
In fact, Chu Guang did not intend to "exploit" his small players. Moreover, compared with the farmer of Brown Farm and the old leech on Bet Street, this was not exploitation at all.
In Chu Guang's blueprint, by the fifth generation of currency at the latest, the currency issued by Shelter No. 404 will replace the chips issued by Boulder City and become the hardest currency in the entire Qingquan City and even the surrounding areas.
Suffering a little now is also for everyone to enjoy the benefits together in the future.
"Master Manager, there seems to be someone in front."
"?"
Still coming?
Putting the small notebook back into his pocket, Chu Guang's right hand reflexively reached for the sledgehammer behind him, but as soon as he touched the handle of the hammer, he found that there were only two so-called people.
I saw the strong man who had met me at the door before, holding the serf I brought out with a shotgun.
The latter held his head in his hands, trembling and kneeling on the ground.
The group stopped.
Chu Guang looked at the sturdy man, and the sturdy man also looked at him blankly.
"What's the matter?"
"No."
Chu Guang glanced at the poor man who dared not move even when the gun was pointed at him, and then looked at the sturdy man again, and asked with a strange expression.
"What is this?"
The sturdy man didn't want to explain at first, after all, it was his family's private matter, but seeing that this group of people was not easy to provoke, he still spoke cautiously.
"... He is the master's slave. He is old and has arthritis in his legs. He can't work. He also broke a plate yesterday. The master asked me to take him outside to deal with him."
After listening to the sturdy man's words, Chu Guang remembered that every winter, Brown Farm seemed to deal with a few slaves who could not do heavy work and no one bought them, and then buy new ones from slave traders next year.
As for where these slaves came from?
God knows.
Some were auctioned off by creditors because of debt, some were captured by looters and lost their freedom, and some were simply cloned products, or some forgotten shelter facilities were suddenly unsealed.
Chu Guang even heard that some scavengers sold themselves or their relatives because they couldn't survive.
In this wasteland, a slave who was about to reach the end of his life was not even worth a two-headed bull that could carry goods.
At least the latter had more meat on his body.
"Please, please let me live."
The strong man looked at the man kneeling on the ground impatiently.
"Even if I let you go, where can you go? Let's give you a quick death and don't embarrass me."
"Please, please..."
The serf couldn't say anything else.
"Wait a minute."
Chu Guang walked forward and looked at the old man kneeling on the ground.
"How old are you?"
"51..."
It's really a bit old.
For a slave, it was already old.
But from another perspective, it also meant experience.
Chu Guang continued to ask.
"What can you do?"
As if he saw the hope of life, the old man turned around tremblingly and stretched out his hand to hold the life-saving straw.
The strong man saw it, kicked him away quickly, and scolded.
"Don't touch the master's guests with your dirty hands, do you want to be hanged?"
His eyesight could see that this group of people had business dealings with the master.
Although he was kicked, the old serf didn't care at all. He got up without even looking at the strong man, raised his wrinkled face and looked at Chu Guang.
"I, I can farm, count, do carpentry, move things... I can do any work. "Please, sir, give me a way to live."
"You can count," the strong man sneered, "just counting those potatoes is called counting? Sir, don't listen to his nonsense. He can't work at his age. Two groups of slave traders came this month, and none of them were interested in him. "
Chu Guang took out a white chip from his pocket and flicked it into the strong man's hand with his thumb.
"Is that enough?"
The strong man was delighted and nodded quickly.
"Enough, enough."
No matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat, and this slave is not his.
After collecting the chips, the strong man raised his hunting rifle and fired a shot into the sky, then picked up the shell on the ground, bowed to Chu Guang, and happily carried the gun back to report.
The serf huddled on the ground and trembled. It was obvious that he was frightened by the shot just now, and the whole person looked like he had lost his soul.
Chu Guang ordered a player to come forward and pull him up, bring him in front of him, and look at him and order him in a commanding tone.
"I bought your life, and now you work for me. "
Finally came back to his senses.
The serf wanted to kneel down immediately, but Chu Guang raised his hand to stop him.
"We don't have the custom of kneeling here. Put your right fist on your left chest to show your loyalty. If I find any betrayal or disloyalty in you, don't let me do it, dig it out and feed it to the dog."
Chu Guang was just saying this to scare people. If there is really a traitor, just throw it into the active substance extractor and refine it. There is no need to go to such great lengths.
Although Chu Guang himself is a civilized person.
But after living and observing here for a period of time, he knows that some problems cannot be solved with the thinking of civilized people.
The natives and the players are two different creatures from the root.
For the natives, you have to manage them with the native methods.
This is good for both sides.
"Yes, sir," the old man bowed his head respectfully, his expression was much more at ease, and he put his right fist on his chest very sensibly, "I offer my loyalty to you... My name is Luca, no, I don't have a name, please give me a name. "
"Let's call him Luca."
Chu Guang was too lazy to waste time and waved to the players.
"Keep going."
"We have to get back before noon. "
…
This business trip was very fruitful.
300 kg of guano was exchanged for 3,600 kg of green wheat and yam, and 100 kg of smoked meat was exchanged for 500 kg of green wheat and 5 tools.
Although Chu Guang wanted to argue that venison and hyena meat were different, the former would be rarer than the latter, after all, deer migration was not always possible, but the other party said that if that was the case, then just take hyena meat, anyway, as long as it was not human flesh, rat meat, fish meat, etc., it was the same to them, so Chu Guang had to give up.
However, in contrast, Liu Zhengyue still made a small concession for the sake of the relationship between the two parties, allowing him to choose 5 tools or 1 jin of tobacco leaves to take away as a gift.
Chu Guang of course chose tools, and he chose large ones such as pipe clamps and fire axes. Even if they were not used at that time, they could be used to make steel and copper when they were taken back.
In addition, 25 kg of smoked fish was exchanged for nearly 150 kg of scrap metal.
Unlike the aluminum and steel alloys that can be seen all over the streets, these metals are good goods containing copper and zinc.
Originally, Liu Zhengyue didn't want to sell them, but he probably thought that the merchants would not come for a few months anyway, and it was useless to keep them on the farm, so after asking the owner, he nodded and agreed.
The midday sun shone overhead, and the shadows of the trees swayed on the road.
Except for a power player who pulled the cart, the rest of the players were scattered around the caravan.
Occasionally, when they saw the mutant cockroaches approaching, they would rush up and beat them with sticks, even more excited than the aliens.
If the aliens could think, they would probably be stupid at this moment.
Who is the prey?
The only thing Chu Guang needs to do is to stop their hoarding habit, and want to put any strange things in their pockets.
Although the stomachs of mutant cockroaches can occasionally turn out some indigestible gadgets, and even chips or bullets if they are lucky, the probability is really too small.
In most cases, what was found were cockroach eggs.
Old Luca was trembling as he watched, probably because he was frightened by these people's actions.
He had never seen such strange people before, and he couldn't understand what they were thinking at all.
But Luca knew very well that as a servant, he didn't need to think about this problem. The less he knew, the longer he lived, so he didn't say a word along the way, and his presence was so low that it seemed as if he didn't exist.
I felt happy and wanted to sing.
Leading the caravan back to the outpost, Chu Guang, who had just arrived at the door, happened to see the two brothers of the Yu family carrying prey on their backs anxiously gesturing with the players at the south gate.
Chu Guang's eyes lit up and he called out from a distance.
Hearing the familiar voice, the two brothers of the Yu family immediately turned around and waved with joy in their eyes.
"Brother Chu!"