In the end, the kind-hearted Miss Teng Teng paid for the machine.
Even though it was not her order.
Mosquito and Brother Tosuo probably felt embarrassed, and said that they would only charge half of the price for the steam engine and refunded half of the money to Teng Teng.
In addition, the two asked Teng Teng to give her a few more days to place the order, and promised that she would not be disappointed this time, and the remaining balance could be settled after the textile machine was made.
Helped move the machine into Teng Teng's hut.
Looking at the steam engine that took up a small half of the room, Mosquito scratched the back of his head awkwardly and said awkwardly.
"Well, it's mainly because I don't know much about weaving... But don't worry! I'll ask a few acquaintances who know the business, and I'm sure I can figure it out!"
Looking at the big guy in the workshop, Teng Teng sighed.
"I hope so."
In any case, having a steam engine is always a good thing.
During this period of time, Teng Teng herself has not been idle, and has been studying how to make raw silk from the cocoons of the devil moth.
Referring to the modern silk production process, she found that if the cocoons of the devil moth are continuously cooked with hot water at 90 degrees, the pupae inside are cooked, and then placed in room temperature water for a while, the cocoon silk will naturally fall off in circles.
At this time, you only need to use two chopsticks to stir it, sift out the "thread ends" of the devil silk, and then you can reel the silk by hand.
Fortunately, the cocoons of the devil moth are large, and each cocoon is woven from a single silk thread.
Moreover, these silk threads are tough enough and difficult to cut easily with scissors. The difficulty of reeling silk is much easier than that of the small cocoons in reality.
Teng Teng referred to the PPT downloaded from the Internet, and assembled a set of hand-cranked silk reeling machines by herself through a set of parts ordered in the carpenter's hut, and the efficiency is also decent.
A lot of raw silk has been stored in the inventory, and the next step is to find a way to weave these raw silk into cloth.
Of course, it would be even better if steam power could be applied to it.
…
At the same time, outside the trench at the west gate of the outpost.
A group of survivors transferred here from the brick factory stood in a crooked formation. Although many of them were skinny and looked bad, they were much better than half a month ago.
They were wearing newly changed fur coats, each holding a wooden stick more than one meter long, and staring blankly at the manager who was standing in front of the queue and giving a lecture.
"I have a new job for you. Of course, you have the right to give it up. Now put down the wooden stick in your hand and you can still go back to the brick factory to work."
Chu Guang waited for a while.
No one moved.
Nodding with satisfaction, Chu Guang continued.
"Very good, since you all voluntarily chose to stay, I hope you will prove your loyalty with your actions."
Clearing his throat, he raised his voice.
"From today on, you will be assigned to the outpost guard team and be responsible for maintaining order at the outpost!"
"The number on your chest nameplate is your number, which will accompany you until you retire. Your work includes but is not limited to patrolling, standing guard, maintaining order, maintaining the dignity of the law, and daily training and learning."
"As a reward, Shelter No. 404 will pay you a salary of 80 silver coins per month, and will also provide you with food and accommodation."
A monthly salary of 80 silver coins is still very good.
When I was in the brick factory, I only got 1 silver coin a day at first, and then the manager raised their salary to 2 silver coins a day.
Hearing that the salary had increased again, the survivors who were originally confused showed joy on their faces.
Chu Guang didn't care about their greedy look.
After all, it is more unrealistic to expect a group of wastelanders who live like hyenas to have lofty ideals and beliefs than to expect mutants to sit down and negotiate with themselves.
But it doesn't matter.
He would use harsh training to teach them what obedience and discipline are.
"Say it if you understand."
"I understand!"
"Speak louder, haven't you eaten yet!"
"I understand!!!"
Facing the majesty of the manager, no one dared to neglect it, and they all shouted out with all their might.
Although it was still a little bit off, it was still okay this time.
Chu Guang nodded and then gave the order.
"Now, everyone turn left and run around the outpost base. After running, come back to me to gather! What are you standing there for? Get moving! Whoever is the last one, run five more laps for me!"
After hearing the last sentence, a group of people finally came to their senses and ran forward, fearing that they would be the slowest person.
Before long, someone had already finished a lap and returned to Chu Guang's side.
Staring at the man who was out of breath, Chu Guang spoke.
"Report your name and number."
The man tried to control his breathing and answered respectfully.
"Wrench, No. 006, sir!"
It took Chu Guang a while to react. "Wrench" was the guy's name.
Good man, this name is so casual.
Is it because there happened to be a wrench next to the bed where he was delivered?
I really can't think of a good surname for this name. Chu Guang, who is not good at naming, is too lazy to give him a surname.
"No. 006, from today on, you are the captain of the guard team. Your only job is to train these rookies behind you and train with them."
As he said, Chu Guang threw a piece of VM into his hand.
Seeing that he was flattered, he let go of the stick in his hand and hurriedly caught the wrench of VM. Chu Guang stared at him and continued.
"The training plan will be sent to your VM later, and the drone flying above your head will record your training results. I allow you to use all means, and the only requirement is that they complete the daily training tasks alive."
"If they fail to complete it, it can only prove your incompetence. I will not find anyone else, only you."
"Do you understand!"
Looking at the administrator, Wrench nodded nervously.
"Understood, sir!"
"Ahem."
"Yes! Sir!!"
Very good.
Quite smart.
Glancing at the stick lying on the ground, Chu Guang looked at him and continued.
"Pick up the stick on the ground. Before you get the gun, it is your weapon. I hope you treat it as your life."
"Train well, I will watch you from above."
Looking at Wrench who hurriedly bent down to pick up the stick, Chu Guang threw down this sentence and turned to walk away in the direction of the outpost.
Shortly after he left, Wrench, who received the training plan, immediately called on everyone to start training.
The manager said that the drone was floating in the sky and he could see everything they did clearly. In order not to be punished, Wrench also risked his life and did not dare to relax at all.
To be honest, Chu Guang did not know much about training.
After all, in his previous life, he had only experienced one high school military training and one college entrance military training.
No matter which time, the intensity of the training was far inferior to the formal military training.
However, it doesn't matter if you don't know it. You have seen pigs run even if you haven't eaten pork, right?
A lot of information can be found by searching on the Internet. You just need to re-edit it according to the needs and conditions in the wasteland.
For example, running exercises, standing at attention, crawling forward, basic fighting, and bayonet training, etc.
Practice these basic skills, improve physical fitness, practice discipline, and nourish your spirit, and that's about it.
Chu Guang does not need them to have strong fighting power, but only needs them to be loyal, loyal, and more loyal!
As for fighting, that is the job of the players.
After all, no matter how much these survivors train, it is unrealistic to think about defeating a group of clones that can be stably "awakened" and fearless of death.
…
Noon.
The Quality Square in front of the sanatorium.
A group of players gathered here with bowls for lunch, chattering excitedly.
"Did you notice? There seems to be a new group of NPCs in our outpost?"
"I saw it too! At the west gate, right? When I went to see them, they were communicating with each other for a bayonet fight! If you don't understand, just ask, can we take them with us in the fight in the future?"
"What do you mean by a new group? Those people at the west gate are the captives we rescued from the Blood Hand Gesturing Tribe's dungeon. Didn't they say before that they would help us work in the brick factory in order to repay our life-saving grace?"
"Damn? It's them? Well, I'm face-blind, and my eyesight is not good. Those people don't wash their faces often, so it's not surprising that I didn't notice it!"
"It seems that those people have completely joined us. Exciting! There are more and more NPCs in our outpost!"
"That guard captain seems to be carrying a VM! By the way, can he trigger tasks? Has anyone tried it?"
"I've tried it! Just pester him and ask twice, and you can trigger the task of training with them. But to be honest, that task is quite boring. Training with them for an hour only costs 5 copper coins! I might as well go to the carpenter's hut and rent an axe to chop trees!"
"Do you think if I train with them for a whole day, will I unlock the task of joining the guard team?"
"You are so stupid... The tasks of the guard team can always be obtained from the administrator, which is the guard duty for newcomers."
"Fuck!"
When they first noticed this group of NPCs who suddenly appeared at the west gate and practiced in a serious manner with sticks in their hands, many players were full of curiosity about them.
However, this curiosity only lasted for one morning.
As the players found that these NPCs could not trigger tasks and did not pay much attention to themselves, they gradually lost interest in them and turned to do their own things.
Maybe the planning of this part of the content has not been done well.
After all, it is the closed beta stage, so it is understandable that there is a little less content!
…
After lunch, the players dispersed from the outpost.
The Cattle Squad, which lost its military advisor, temporarily disbanded the team.
Lao Bai and Kuang Feng went to the brick factory to figure out how to further increase the output of the brick kiln. Ye Shi went to the lake and studied the techniques of casting and feeding fish with the fishermen.
As for the Mole, he took out the 200 silver coins raised with tears and bought the priority exploration rights of the second floor of the greenhouse ruins from the Cattle Squad. He took the Elf King Fugui, Irena and four other passers-by teammates and started a new round of the next book.
Whether this snowball can roll all the way depends on whether he can defeat the second level within 7 days!
In theory, this is not very difficult.
After several previous battles, the Mole has mastered a wealth of experience in "fighting against moths" and is already quite handy in dealing with these bugs.
However, the situation they are facing now is not very optimistic.
The main reason is that the location of the greenhouse ruins is too awkward. It is located at the entrance of Street 76. Just around the corner is Brother Edge and his teammates who are often injured, as well as mutants who are ready to shoot cold arrows at any time.
This also means that Mole and his team members have to be careful to guard against harassment from mutants while attacking the dungeon.
After all, no one can guarantee that those mutants will not take the initiative to find them here.
Mole had heard before that the manager seemed to plan to use the first floor of the greenhouse ruins, but since the threat of mutants has not been lifted, this plan can only be temporarily shelved.
Fortunately, Brother Edge did not give up. This guy seemed to have completely fought with the mutants, and to a certain extent attracted the hatred of the mutants.
After a morning of rest, this guy gathered a group of teammates who were more unbelieving than him and launched the second round of raids on the mutants today.
This time he learned his lesson and did not take the main road. Instead, he went out from the south gate of the wetland park, along the street adjacent to 76th Street, through the ruins, and got to the side of 76th Street.
This sneak attack seemed to be successful.
The mutants who were scattered and deployed had never expected that a troop would actually penetrate their flank.
Caught off guard, a lone mutant archer was shot to death by the players who surrounded him and his head was cut off.
Gunshots and explosions sounded again in the distance and lasted for a long time.
The sky above Street 76 was shrouded in the dark clouds of war.
Compared with those players who did not take the danger seriously at all, the nomadic tribe at the east gate was in a panic at the moment.
Most of the people in their tribe were old, young, women and children, and some babies were not yet weaned. The remaining young and strong fighting power was very difficult to deal with ordinary predators, and could not resist the attack of mutants at all.
However, unlike the frightened tribesmen, Wu Tiefu, the head of the tribe, was not very worried. Especially after getting the promise of "no unauthorized attack" from the clan leader, he felt more relaxed.
This clan leader was very kind.
Knowing that there were few men in their tribe, they had no intention of using them as cannon fodder.
As for safety, Wu Tiefu was even less worried.
That man was very strong, and his subordinates were also very strong. A few mutants could not possibly be their opponents!
This could actually be seen from the attitudes of those mutants.
Those mutants did not dare to take the initiative to attack, and only dared to hide in Street 76 to arrange defenses and ambushes. In Wu Tiefu's opinion, this was not because those bloodthirsty beasts did not want to fight back, but because they had no spare energy to fight back!
They did not dare to enter the forest at all!
However, out of caution, Wu Tiefu still warned his tribesmen not to go hunting in the east for the time being, and to go north or south as much as possible.
According to his exploration these days, the area near the Fifth Ring Road is a good hunting ground.
There are many ruins of high-rise buildings, hiding some small animals such as squirrels and rabbits, and many mutant hyenas have also hidden in them after the winter.
As long as you are patient and set traps and baits, you can occasionally get some gains.
As for the north, which is the direction they came from, there are not many prey there. Especially along the section of road leading out of the city viaduct, there is a long uninhabited area.
In this wasteland, as long as there is a little food source or other good things, there will be no one without a person.
The third floor of the sanatorium.
Sitting on the chair, Chu Guang stared at the VM screen, and looked down through the drone at the group of [Edge Pad] who were fighting and retreating, retreating southward along the route he planned.
About twenty minutes ago, Chu Guang had arranged twenty fully armed players to stand by near the evacuation point by assigning tasks.
If the mutants chased out, what awaited them would be a fierce head-on attack!
By the way, is this considered micro-management?
It shouldn't be.
At this time, Xiao Qi, who was squatting by the window, suddenly turned the camera and looked at Chu Guang sitting on the chair and said.
"Master, Xiaoqi feels that the weather is going to change."
"Change?" Chu Guang looked up at the white snow outside the window, then looked at Xiaoqi with a strange expression, "How else can this damn weather change?"
Can it drop another ten degrees?
Xiaoqi shook the camera and whispered.
"Xiaoqi doesn't know, but I just feel that the clouds are moving a little fast."
Chu Guang frowned slightly.
Just when the conflict between Shelter 404 and the mutants was getting intense, a group of uninvited guests appeared near the elevated road bridge in the north of the wetland park...