This Game is Too Real

Chapter 16: How to play sandbox games

Chapter 16 How to play sandbox games

In Linghu Wetland Park, outside the abandoned sanatorium, there are wooden stakes of varying thicknesses.

"I heard that the wood that has just been chopped will crack and deform if it is not treated." Old Bai, who was looking at the logs randomly piled on the wall, with an axe, frowned and said.

Fang Chang asked.

"How is it usually handled?"

Lao Bai said.

"Dry the moisture in the wood, or paint the wood on both ends to dry naturally. It can also be soaked in water, but it will be more difficult to handle... I hope it won't rain these days."

Old Bai made a rough estimate, counted the results of yesterday's labor, cut all the logs into 3-4 meter long logs, sharpened the two ends and digged them into the soil, which was more than enough to repair the north and west walls of the sanatorium.

It’s just that these logs are untreated logs, and the sturdiness is difficult to guarantee, and they may rot after a few rains.

So he discussed with Fang Chang and decided to change his mind and use cement as the building material.

There is a lot of concrete waste on the waste soil, even in nursing homes.

After time weathering, thermal expansion and contraction, wind and rain, most of these concrete blocks stripped from the steel bars have become slag.

It is impossible to count on how reliable these materials are.

But by mixing these materials with cement and fixing them with some steel bars removed from the ruins, there is no problem in building a simple concrete fortification.

Although it is a tofu dregs project, it is also much stronger than wood.

I didn’t plan to build a skyscraper anyway.

However, if you want to use these concrete wastes, you must first have cement.

And to make cement, they first need enough coal, and a furnace that can withstand high temperatures of 1450 degrees.

At this time, Gu Feng and Ye Shi came back.

Fang Chang noticed that the plastic bucket held by Gu Feng was full of mud with a uniform texture.

"There is a river in the east of Linghu Lake, which is not on the map. It should have been formed in the last two hundred years. We have explored the entire lake shoreline from the east to the south. The active areas of alien species and the locations of suspected nests are marked. on the map."

Said, the strong wind made Ye Shi take out the map, and some marks were drawn on the map with charcoal.

With this map, they will be much safer going to the lake to get water.

But Fang Chang's attention was on the bucket in his hand.

"What's in this bucket is..."

"I found it by the river," Putting the bucket on the ground, Gu Feng continued, "I suddenly thought that I could use this thing as a building material, so I brought it back."

"This thing can't be used as a building material, the water will be gone as soon as it flushes." Squatting on the ground, Lao Bai stretched out his hand to pick up some mud, rubbed it with his thumb and index finger, and suddenly an excited expression appeared on his face, "But this thing It's a good thing, and our kiln is gone."

"The kiln?" Ye Shi was stunned.

"I have discussed with Lao Bai and plan to make cement." Fang Chang said.

Gu Feng looked at him in surprise.

"This... can it work?"

"What's wrong? Isn't this a sandbox game?" Lao Bai stood up and said excitedly, "Just dump the mud here, you guys can get some buckets back, Fang Chang will help me pick up some branches, hurry up. ."

"Okay." Fang Chang went with great enthusiasm.

Guangfeng and Ye Shi looked at each other and went away with a confused look.

…

The creek is not deep, but there is a lot of silt next to it, and it is not far from the location of the sanatorium. It didn't take much effort to get a bunch of it back.

Old Bai surrounded a circle with silt, dug two holes beside it to serve as air intakes, and then put charcoal and dead leaves left from the previous fire in the mud circle, and lit it with the matches left by the manager.

The fire soon rose.

The surrounding mud is slowly dried.

Lao Bai dug up the new mud with his hands and built it on the wall of the furnace as he baked, until the stove was as high as his thighs, and then he began to stuff sticks as thick as thumbs into it.

"What is this?" Fang Chang looked curious. Although he had played survival games, he had never done such meticulous work in games.

"Burn charcoal! Without coal, we can only use carbon instead. If we want to make cement, burning wood is not enough. We have to start from the most basic."

"Why do you still understand this?"

"I played in my hometown when I was a kid."

“…”

It’s okay to play.

Who is okay to play this.

stood up, Lao Bai clapped his hands, and started to cap the stove before the fire in the stove lit the wood.

This step is critical.

Before the firewood is ignited, he needs to leave a hole in the top, wait until the temperature in the furnace is high enough, and then seal all the holes with mud, let the wood inside be stuffed for a day, and wait until tomorrow to harvest a full one. Stove with charcoal too.

"You fill in all the holes, and the fire inside will be extinguished."

"It won't be extinguished immediately, and that's what I want."

Lao Bai wiped his sweat and patted his long shoulder.

"Don't be idle, let's build a few more kilns, and by the way, we will also get the cement fired tomorrow."

"it is good……"

Not only Fang Chang joined Lao Bai's "construction team", but Kuang Feng and Ye Shi were also recruited after they had moved enough mud.

The four players worked together to build four earthen kilns for charcoal smelting, and built a slightly larger one with aluminosilicate clay dug from the river.

In the old white saying, they can try to make some cement tomorrow.

What he intends to refine is plant ash cement.

The cement produced by this soil method has little technological content and is not too reliable, but it is definitely stronger than wood.

And with grass ash cement, he can try to build a cement kiln that can withstand higher temperatures.

Lao Bai has already made up his mind, and when he is offline, he will go to the Internet to check the information.

"What's the matter...I can understand now, why the manager asked us to find a way to get a bathroom." Smelling the stench of sweat, Ye Shi, who was already a bit clean, felt that he was about to be stink. died.

This game is too hardcore.

"Why don't we go to the lake to take a bath before going offline?" Lao Bai suggested.

"I agree...but speaking of the manager? It's almost time to go offline, why hasn't he come back yet." Gu Feng asked.

"Maybe something happened."

"Then how do we let him know the results of our labor this afternoon?" Ye Shi asked quickly.

Fang Chang glanced at the nursing home behind him.

"Don't worry about it. I have already told the robot named Xiaoqi. It said that it has counted our results and will report the situation to the manager truthfully."

Hearing this sentence, Ye Shi finally felt relieved.

…

Just when the players went offline one after another, took off their helmets and got up, ready to start a new day, Chu Guang, who was still on Beit Street, was carefully removing the plastic bucket under the water purifier.

Bett Street has a public well, and each household has its own water collector, and Chuguang is no exception.

Aside from the "glowing rain" encased in radioactive dust, or when the clouds obviously look abnormal, the rain on the wasteland is usually safe, even safer than in the pre-war era.

After all, this has been two hundred years after the decline of civilization, such as acid rain, smog and other specialties of industrial society, it is difficult to see here.

Of course, even so, drinking rainwater directly is not a wise thing to do.

By cutting the plastic water bottle from the middle, Chu Guang put a layer of sun-dried pine needles and tess on the bottom of the bottle mouth, and then added crushed charcoal ash on top.

In this way, a simple water filter is completed.

I don't know if graphite can absorb radiation, but in the outskirts of the nuclear bomb crater, radiation is not the main threat to survival, diarrhea and dehydration are.

He still remembered that in the month he just lived here, he pulled water almost every other day, and he didn't die at the hands of the alien, but almost died in his stomach.

"Less than 10L... a drop in the bucket."

Looking at the bottles in the room, Chu Guang sighed.

I’ve been saving up supplies for a few days, this player has only been here for a few days, and he’s already used almost all of it.

Have to think of something.

At this moment, there was a knock at the door.

Chu Guang got up and walked up, pulled out the latch, and opened the door.

I saw Xiaoyu standing at the door, his hands behind his back, Wu Liuliu's big eyes stared at him intently, and he didn't speak.

Chu Guang, who was just about to say hello, suddenly remembered the second child of the Yu family, the marriage he had told him earlier, and couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

Step back ten thousand steps.

If there is no Vault 404, no system, no players, and alone, he can only try to integrate into the society here... He can't let that hand go!

too skinny.

At least two more years.

"Is something wrong?" Chu Guang said calmly.

Yu Xiaoyu stretched out his arm hidden behind his back.

Only then did Chu Guang see that she was holding a small piece of dark cake in her hand, which was probably made from green wheat.

"My second brother asked me to give it to you, and he said let me say that I made it for you." The words were read word by word.

This subject-verb relationship between you, you, me, and me made Chu Guang go around for a long time, and it took a while to figure out that it was Yu Hu who asked her to give this cake to him.

"thanks?"

"Need not."

Putting the cake into Chu Guang's hand, Xiaoyu turned around and ran away, leaving Chu Guang alone in the wind.

…

in this world.

Jinling.

took off his helmet, Iwakaze rubbed the bridge of his nose, reached out and fumbled on the bedside table, found glasses and put them on.

Sitting on the bedside for a while, he got up and went to the bathroom. After washing up, he put on his jacket, went downstairs and got on his bicycle, and walked slowly to the cafeteria.

The time is half past five.

Except for postgraduate students, few people come to the cafeteria at this point. The entire hall is empty, and only a few windows near the door are open for business.

The cafeteria aunt who was busy behind the window recognized this regular customer at a glance and said with a big smile.

"Professor Yan, it's so early today."

"Well, I slept quite early yesterday... two buns."

"The buns have just been steamed, you have to wait a while."

"Not in a hurry."

Iwakaze took out the meal card and swiped it on the card reader.

The mist wafting from the steamer is very fragrant.

Iwakaze likes the smell very much, it makes people feel very comfortable, but unfortunately, it is not friendly to him who wears glasses.

Taking off his glasses and wiping the fog on them, Iwakaze couldn't help thinking of his role in the Wasteland OL.

The self in the virtual world, although the initial strength is slightly inferior, is still much stronger than the real self.

And most importantly, the self in the virtual world is not myopic.

At this time, someone tapped him on the shoulder.

Yanfeng put on his eyes and turned around, and saw that it was Professor Wang Haiyang.

"A class in the morning?"

"No class, I woke up when I couldn't fall asleep."

"I thought you guys would be too late for physics."

"That's an illusion. I rarely bring work home." Pushing his glasses, Iwakaze suddenly thought of something, looked at him and said, "By the way, I have something I want to ask you about."

Professor Wang Haiyang raised his eyebrows.

"Is that the topic yesterday?"

Iwakaze nodded.

"Um."

"Wait a minute, let me ask you a question first, shouldn't you write the novel you're talking about yourself?" Professor Wang Haiyang said with a smile, "It's good that something like a novel is just like it is, it really has to be exactly the same as reality. It doesn't look good."

"It's not actually a novel, frankly speaking, it's... a game."

"game?"

"Well," took the bun from the canteen aunt, Iwakaze peeled off the plastic bag and took a bite, "A game with the theme of the end of the world."

Professor Wang Haiyang came to be interested and asked.

"Specifically?"

"I don't know the specifics. At present, the game is in the packaging and testing stage, and I don't know much." Iwakaze paused for a while, "You said how developed a society is, so that cars can't even have power."

"No power supply?" Professor Wang Haiyang was stunned and said with a smile, "Do you mean to use remote power supply technology to replace fixed power supply?"

"Is it difficult?" Iwakaze asked.

"I don't know if it's difficult or not, just from my professional point of view... The wireless power supply technology is not difficult, the difficulty is how to obtain clean and cheap energy, so that even if the energy loss reaches 90% or more , the cost is still acceptable."

Having said this, Professor Wang Haiyang paused and continued in a joking tone.

"I can't think of a better solution than the kind of controlled nuclear fusion depicted in science fiction.

Nuclear fusion?

Iwakaze looked thoughtful.

"Is that so..."

It seems that the story background in the setting of "Wasteland OL" is even grander than he imagined.

There should be a lot more to dig deeper.

"When is your novel going to be published? Can you show it to me?" Professor Wang Haiyang joked, "Maybe I can still advise you."

Iwakaze glanced at him.

"I said it's not a novel."

"Okay, if you say no, it's not."

took his breakfast from the cafeteria aunt, Wang Haiyang smiled and patted the colleague's shoulder, "I still have class, let's go first. Good luck!"