[Mission: Nomads from the Wilderness]
[Briefing: A group of unidentified nomads are coming from the north. No matter what their purpose is, we must be on guard. ]
[Description: Players within 30m of the manager will automatically trigger the mission. Holding a "weapon" and following the manager will enter the conscription state. ]
[Reward: 1 silver coin. ]
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North of the Wetland Park.
A group of ragged refugees stopped.
A sturdy man walked to the front of the crowd, raised his head and looked at Chu Guang who was standing in front of the north gate of the Wetland Park.
"We have no intention of offending you. We just want to get some water from the lake."
From the steps of others who stepped aside and the respectful eyes, it can be seen that this man should be their leader.
Chu Guang glanced at the crowd behind him. There were about sixty or seventy people... or maybe seventy or eighty people, including some children, the elderly, pregnant women and even babies.
It is unlikely that they are looters.
In terms of property, these people have two cows, a bull, two calves, and eight camels carrying luggage and supplies.
In terms of weapons, there are only five guns, and the rest are bows and arrows, short crossbows, shovels, axes, hoes and even sticks.
It only takes one charge to defeat this group of rabble, and these supplies will undoubtedly be his spoils.
The only question is whether to continue to be a human being.
Behind him are nearly fifty players with guns on guard.
Chu Guang did not order an attack, but looked at this group of refugees who came from afar.
"My territory is in front of you. You can continue to go south along the elevated road out of the city, or leave here to the north."
The crowd was in a commotion.
The man's face showed difficulty.
"We need fresh water. Without water, our livestock will die of thirst."
"Everything you need is in the city, and there is snow everywhere. There are now cracked crabs on the east and south banks of Linghu Lake. That is not a good place to get water."
"The water in the city is frozen, and we don't have enough fuel to melt the snow. As for the cracked crabs, they are no more terrible than the monsters in the city."
The old man next to the man stepped forward, lowered his eyebrows and pleaded, "Please have mercy, we won't bother you."
If everyone told the truth, the world would not be like this.
Chu Guang's expression was indifferent, and he weighed the pros and cons in his heart.
If this group of people were allowed to camp by the lake, it would be hard to say whether they could be driven away smoothly.
Maybe their next step would be to cut down trees to build camps, pile up earth and fortify, and even bring their relatives from afar over. In the end, there were more and more refugees, and the expelled became the indigenous people.
This kind of thing is not uncommon in the wasteland, and it can even be said to be quite common, and it often ends in bloody conflicts.
But think about it from another angle...
These people are all laborers, and can do jobs that players are unwilling to do or too lazy to do.
And they have rich hunting experience and knowledge of survival in the wasteland, and perhaps they can let his players learn something interesting.
In general, the opportunities outweigh the risks.
Chu Guang raised his chin and looked at the man in front of him.
"I still say that this piece of land in front of you is our territory. Every tree and even every piece of soil here is ours."
"But out of pity, I will give you two choices now. Either accept our resettlement, abide by our laws, and camp at the designated location."
"Or, leave here."
The man glanced at the group of armed soldiers behind Chu Guang with fear, and said cautiously.
"I need to discuss it with my people."
Chu Guang nodded.
"I'll give you ten minutes."
In fact, it didn't take ten minutes at all.
Several ragged refugees gathered together. After some discussion, the man finally stood in front of Chu Guang again and offered his hunting rifle with both hands.
"We are willing to accept your resettlement."
Chu Guang didn't expect that he would actually hand over his weapons on his own initiative.
But think about it.
After all, he said that the park in front was his territory. It was reasonable to enter someone else's territory and ask for shelter, and surrender the gun.
Bows and crossbows used for hunting were allowed to be retained.
Chu Guang settled this group of people 100 meters outside the east gate of the outpost, marked out a piece of land the size of a basketball court, allowed them to cut wood in the area, and settle here.
There was a trench and a wall between the two sides, plus a buffer distance of 100 meters, so Chu Guang was not worried that they would stir up any waves.
What's more, there was Xiao Qi squatting on the roof.
If there was any movement, he would know it at the first time.
"What's your name?"
The man answered in a heavy voice.
"Iron Axe, sir."
"Iron Axe?"
"Yes, sir, my people call me that. When I was six years old, I used an axe to smash the head of a plunderer."
Chu Guang's expression was a little subtle.
"Your name is very unique, but it is not convenient for us to communicate, and it is easy to cause misunderstandings. So, from now on, your surname is 'Wu', and 'Iron Axe' is your name, which is Wu Tiefu."
Although it is still very tongue-twisting, it is not a big problem to use it.
These nomads have little culture, and are not as good as the survivors in the settlement. You can't expect them to come up with two limericks.
If I give him a name that is too literary, he may not understand what it means.
"Thank you for the name, sir, I will be Wu Tiefu from now on!"
The burly man had no objection to the name given to him by the sir in front of him, and was even a little flattered.
In the tradition of their tribe, only the father can give names to the younger generation.
Now that he and his group are living under the roof of others and relying on others for their livelihood, this adult gave him a surname, which undoubtedly means acceptance and protection.
At least in his understanding, this is a good thing!
Seeing Wu Tiefu nod, Chu Guang continued.
"Our laws are very simple. Fighting, stealing, killing, coercion, intimidation and all other behaviors that affect others are prohibited. You are free to go to the lake to get water, but you must not interfere with people fishing there. Except for your camp, the trees in the forest cannot be cut down without my consent. If you need wood, go outside the park to get it."
"In addition, the useful parts and metals collected by scavenging, as well as the prey or other useful things you hunted, can all be exchanged for things in our warehouse."
"But remember, you can only send people to deliver the trading materials to our warehouse from 6 to 7 pm every day. You are not allowed to cross our gate at will at other times."
"I will let my servants send you the rest of the specific terms later. By the way, are there any literate people in your tribe?"
Wu Tiefu nodded quickly.
"Several elders in the tribe know a little, and I know a little too."
"Very good," Chu Guang nodded at this burly man, "You can learn it when you have time, it will be good for you."
...
After settling these refugees from other places, Chu Guang dismissed the recruited players, gave each of them a silver coin, and let them do their own work.
These refugees were also very honest and did not cause trouble for Chu Guang. After marking the boundaries, they used axes to chop trees and set up camp.
Chu Guang did not make very strict requirements for the standards of their camps, only emphasizing the two aspects of hygiene and security.
That is, no one is allowed to urinate or defecate anywhere, which provides a breeding ground for bacteria. All excrement must be collected and transported to a designated location for dumping.
Chu Guang also made the same request to the survivors who lived in the brick kiln.
In addition, the wall of the garrison must not be higher than two meters, and if a house is to be built in the future, the building must not be higher than the east wall of the outpost.
However, these rules are actually a bit redundant for these refugees.
Forget about the walls and toilets, they are very satisfied to have a place to sleep without leaking air and not let the children freeze.
In this way, both sides spent a night in peace.
Early the next morning, the refugees came out of the temporary shacks and continued to work.
The men took the initiative to take tools to the lake to fetch water, dig wells with shovels, chop trees with axes, and continue to build shacks with the collected materials.
Women and old people stayed in the camp, taking care of livestock, mending clothes, repairing damaged tools, and setting up a big pot to prepare lunch.
The players watched curiously for a long time, and finally couldn't resist their curiosity and took the initiative to communicate with these natives.
At first, these natives were a little scared, but later they gradually found that these people had no ill intentions, and slowly they were not so worried.
Although the two sides did not speak the same language, they could still understand each other's meaning after a few gestures with their hands.
For example, even monkeys can understand the gesture "I want to use "this" to exchange "that" with you."
Speaking of this, there is a small episode.
Combining the posts and messages on the official website, Chu Guang discovered a very interesting phenomenon during his secret observation.
These players are actually very smart.
After discovering that "Wasteland OL" did create a language, they mastered the two most basic nouns "you" and "I" very early.
Then, high-frequency words such as "hyena", "dried meat", "wood", "prey", and "fish" that often appear in tasks are not difficult to learn.
When some old players hear NPCs talking about them, they can guess what the NPCs want to express.
As for more difficult verbs, adjectives that appear less frequently, modal particles in special contexts, and more profound and obscure grammar, they are rarely used in daily communication, and the players who are particular about how to translate some pronunciations have not reached a unified consensus.
In fact, it is a very long process to fully master an unfamiliar language. This is not something that can be done by a "big guy" writing a few papers out of nothing.
In particular, systematic mastery usually requires two civilizations to reach a consensus on certain objective things, behaviors, and even deeper philosophical concepts in long-term contact and communication.
The more developed a civilization is in terms of material and spiritual levels, the broader its vocabulary is, and the more flexible and diverse its grammar is.
Their language even contains many nouns, verbs, and adjectives that low-level civilizations don't understand, and the difficulty of deciphering is naturally greater.
However, if it is just daily communication, it is not as difficult as imagined.
Maybe in a few years or more than ten years, there may really be players who can talk to the natives freely without the help of translation tools... If there are really people who are so bored that they don't take the CET-4 and CET-6 exams and come to learn the bird language in the game.
Chu Guang has not yet decided whether to help them or not, so he decided to observe during the closed beta stage before making a decision.
After understanding the intentions of these players to trade, these refugees also took out their good things.
They have dried meat, including hyena meat from hunting, beef and camel meat from slaughtering livestock.
In addition, they have furs of various animals, as well as some leather goods such as slings and scabbards made by themselves.
However, what surprised the players the most was that these natives actually had good things like milk and camel milk!
Unlocking two recipes at the same time is so cool!
"Brothers! You can trade fur with these people! There are also milk and camel milk!"
"Three kilograms of horn potatoes can be exchanged for one kilogram of dried hyena meat!"
"One kilogram of horn potatoes only costs 3 silver coins... WTF?! In other words, 3 silver coins can be exchanged for one kilogram of dried hyena meat! Buy it in the NPC warehouse, 3 silver coins can only buy 600g?!"
"Exchange for a piece of hyena meat! Haven't eaten enough? Damn, I haven't eaten camel meat in real life yet, wait for me to go to the warehouse to exchange something, and then I'll buy two pieces to try!"
"How much is this pot of camel milk... It smells so fishy, can I drink it?"
"Alpha 0.5 version is awesome! The planning dad is invincible!!!"
"These natives also sell leather and iron products! But... I feel that the quality is not very good."
The natives looked at these blue coats in confusion.
Although I couldn't understand what they were saying, they seemed very excited.
In this case, it should be okay to sell it a little more expensive...
Right?
...
The players quickly brought the news to the official website.
After a while, Brother Fang, who never disappoints, summarized a strategy.
It is most cost-effective to exchange coarse salt for dried meat. 100 grams of coarse salt can be exchanged for one kilogram of dried meat made of hyena meat.
The former only costs 2 silver coins in the NPC warehouse, while the latter costs 5 silver coins to buy in the NPC warehouse!
However, this method can only be used to brush supplies, and it is not realistic to use it to brush money.
First of all, the purchase and sale prices of NPC warehouses are different. The purchase and sale price difference of the same material can even reach 1:10.
The dried meat obtained can either be eaten by yourself or sold to other players at a low price. It is impossible to dump a large amount of warehouses to cash in.
Selling to other players is actually unlikely. Once the news spreads, there will be no information gap, and it is naturally impossible to make money by using the information gap.
Who will be the sucker?
Another unrealistic reason is that the prices in the game are affected by the changes in supply and demand.
Not long after Brother Fang's post was sent out, the "BUG" of brushing supplies was fixed by an invisible big hand.
Later, another player took 100 grams of coarse salt and wanted to find the natives who came from afar to exchange for meat, but the other party refused.
They are no longer short of salt, and eating is the first need. As for camel milk and cow milk, they still need to keep some to feed the babies in the village, at least not for now.
The only things that can be traded are furs, leather goods, and some small gadgets that have no attribute bonuses and are just beautiful.
The players don't have much silver coins in their pockets, and they haven't reached the level of being able to squander them at will. Besides, the leather goods and clothes made by these natives are not as good-looking as those made by the rattan hut.
For "skins" without adding attributes, appearance is naturally more important!
The trading boom that had just heated up has come to a temporary end.