This Game Is Too Realistic

"Three tons of struvite... based on the average usage of 30 kilograms per mu, the actual cultivated land area must be more than a hundred acres, which is much larger than expected."

On the way back, Chu Guang was thinking and writing in a small notebook.

"It seems that my speculation is correct. They should have applied part of the soilless cultivation technology, and this part of the production capacity accounts for 15% to 30% of the total production capacity... or even more."

Brown Farm makes part of its own manure and buys some from other merchants. The actual cultivated area may be larger than they imagined.

Before traveling through time, Chu Guang had heard of a pipe-type soilless cultivation technology that could maximize the use of space and water resources. As long as the fertility was sufficient, one acre of land could be used as ten acres of land.

In the pre-war era of this world, there seemed to be similar technologies, and they maximized space utilization and developed "skyscrapers" that integrated automatic sowing, cultivation, ripening, harvesting, assembly line transportation, packaging and distribution regardless of energy costs. , it is really possible to achieve a yield of more than 10,000 kilograms per mu.

Its name is the CNC planting tower, which is considered the ultimate in industrialized planting technology.

Very cyberpunk.

Brown Farm's energy is certainly not that luxurious, but since part of the electricity can be exchanged for food, it is assumed that the power resources are not too scarce.

In addition, they have been cultivating fields for at least a century, so they will inherit some of the technology and improve it to suit the wasteland environment.

At this time, Chu Guang suddenly had a whim.

"Could it be... some kind of energy crop grown?"

Brown Farm does not only grow green wheat. I heard that this stuff matures very quickly, and after the harvest, there is an opportunity to plant a round of potatoes, beans, fruits and vegetables, or other crops.

Perhaps it is the latter that has the greatest need for fertility?

Already at the end of the 20th century, some people have 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" based on their uses.

A reasonable guess would be that in the pre-war world that had mastered controllable fusion technology, similar technology might be more developed than he imagined.

However, in an era of major breakthroughs in nuclear fusion technology, the actual use of this energy crop should not be to produce substitutes for fossil fuels.

But as industrial raw materials.

"...Brown Farm itself does not have industrial capabilities. Some of the economic (energy) crops it produces are used partly as fuel and partly sold to merchants from Boulder City to be used as industrial raw materials to supply the factories in Boulder City."

"The product is suspected to be some kind of rubber, crude oil analogues or other hydrocarbons."

"And this crop should consume a lot of fertility!"

Chu Guang wrote this line in his notes.

The harvest from this transaction was greater than he imagined.

Not only the grains and tools in the caravan, and the "order" for 3 tons of struvite next spring, but also the intelligence collected indirectly through transactions.

Especially this information was impossible to collect when he was still a scavenger.

After returning home, the setting set can be made public on the official website for players’ reference.

While Chu Guang was analyzing this information, the players next to him were also beeping quietly.

"Can 1 kilogram of struvite be exchanged for 10 kilograms of grain? Am I right?"

"You saw it wrong, it's 12 kilograms."

"I don't understand. Is this green wheat too cheap, or are the stones we picked up from the lake too valuable?"

"Maybe all? Maybe none...wait a minute, how much does the grain we buy from the warehouse cost?"

"One kilogram of green wheat costs one silver coin. I know what you want to say. You can collect 1 kilogram of struvite and move it back to the warehouse in exchange for two copper coins, right?"

"Yes! Is this reasonable?"

"Don't worry, although the farming system is not open now, I bet that the price of NPC harvesting green wheat will definitely not exceed 1 kilogram and 1 copper. Doesn't this make sense?"

"Pfft, it's like a hammer in Taihe! Sell it to us for 1 silver coin and 1 kilogram!"

"Calm down, which game isn't like this? Besides, if you have to be serious, don't the prices of food in reality also fluctuate up and down? At that time, some of them will be sold to players, and the ones that can't be sold will be sold to NPC granaries."

Speaking of this, the player with the ID name [Running Mole in the Canyon] sighed and said with a rather regretful expression.

"It would be great if the trading system could be opened up. 1 kilogram of struvite is transported to Brown Farm and exchanged for grain. When it is shipped back, it will be 12 kilograms of grain. Even if it is sold to the NPC, it will cost more than 2 copper coins! 12 kilograms is worth 1 silver at least. Believe it or not? This game is really scary to think about.”

Although Chu Guang didn't raise his head or pay attention to him, he still glanced at this guy and smiled in his heart.

That's right.

But the pattern is still small.

If you take the guano stones to Brown Farm to exchange for grain, and then take the wholesale grain to Boulder City to exchange for guns, do you believe that one hundred kilograms of guano can be exchanged for five or six guns?

rest assured.

When spring comes next year, your great manager will do this deal for you. The chips earned will be the base's foreign exchange reserves and will be divided among you.

What?

Do you want to settle the reward in 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 little players. Besides, compared to the farmer at Brown Farm and the old leech at Beit Street, this was not considered exploitation at all.

In Chu Guang's blueprint, by the fifth generation currency at the latest, the currency issued by Shelter 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 bit now is also for everyone to enjoy happiness in the future.

"Master Manager, there seems to be someone in front of you."

"?"

Again?

The small notebook was stuffed back into his pocket. Chu Guang's right hand reflexively reached for the sledgehammer behind his back. However, as soon as he touched the handle of the hammer, he discovered that there were only two people.

He saw the strong man who had met him at the door before, pointing his shotgun at the serf he had brought out earlier.

The latter held his head in his hands and knelt on the ground shivering.

The group stopped.

Chu Guang looked at the strong man, and the strong man also looked at him blankly.

"Is there a problem?"

"No."

Chu Guang glanced at the poor man who dared not move even though the gun was pointed at him, then looked at the strong man and asked with a strange expression.

"This is?"

The strong man didn't want to explain at first, after all, it was his own private matter, but seeing that this group of people were not easy to provoke, he still spoke cautiously.

"...He is the master's slave. He is old, his legs are arthritic, and he can't do the work. Yesterday, he broke a plate. The master asked me to take him outside and deal with it."

After listening to the strong man's words, Chu Guang remembered that every winter, Brown Farm seemed to get rid of a few slaves who could not do heavy work and no one bought them, and would buy new ones from slave traders in the coming year.

As for where these slaves come from?

Who knows.

Some were auctioned by creditors due to debts, some lost their freedom because they were captured by predators, and some were simply cloned products, or a forgotten shelter facility was 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 is about to reach the end of his life is not even worth a two-headed ox that can carry goods.

At least the latter has more meat on it.

"Please, please let me live."

The strong man glanced impatiently at the man kneeling on the ground.

"Even if I let you go, where can you go? I'd better give you a good time and don't make it difficult for me."

"Please, please..."

The serf could say nothing else.

"Wait a moment."

Chu Guang stepped forward and looked at the old man kneeling on the ground.

"how old are you."

"51..."

A bit old indeed.

As far as slaves are concerned, this is an advanced age.

But think about it another way, it also means experience.

Chu Guang continued to ask.

"what can you do."

Seemingly seeing hope of life, the old man turned around tremblingly, reaching out to hug the life-saving straw.

When the strong man saw it, he kicked him away with quick eyes and hands, and scolded him.

"Don't touch the master's distinguished guests with your dirty hands. Do you want to be hanged?"

His eyesight could tell that this group of people had business dealings with their master.

Although he was kicked, the old serf didn't care at all. He got up without even looking at the strong man. He raised his wrinkled face and looked at Chu Guang.

"I, I can farm, I can read numbers, I can also do carpentry, move things... I can do any kind of work." Please, sir, give me a way to survive. "

"You can also count," the strong man sneered, "You can count those potatoes and you can be called numeral? Sir, don't listen to his nonsense, he will no longer be able to do work at his age. Two have come this month. None of the merchants in the slave trade are interested in him."

Chu Guang took out a white chip from his pocket and flicked it to the strong man's hand with his thumb.

"Is it enough?"

The strong man looked happy and nodded quickly.

"Enough is enough."

No matter how small a mosquito is, it's still meat, and besides, this slave is not his.

After putting away the chips, the strong man raised his shotgun and fired a shot into the sky. Then he picked up the bullet casing on the ground, bowed to Chu Guang, and happily carried the gun back to deliver the deal.

The serf huddled on the ground and shivered. He was obviously frightened by the shot just now, and he looked like he had lost his soul.

Chu Guang asked a player to step forward and pull him up, bring him in front of him, look at him with a commanding tone and give instructions.

"I bought your life and now you work for me."

Finally came back to my senses.

The serf immediately wanted to kneel down, but Chu Guang raised his hand to stop him.

"We don't do kneeling here. Put your right fist on your left chest to show loyalty. If I find out you have any betrayal or disloyalty, don't let me do it. Just dig it out and feed it to the dogs."

Chu Guang said that if there was a traitor, he could just throw it into the active substance extractor and refine it. There would be no need to go to such trouble.

Although Chu Guang himself is a civilized person.

But after living and observing here for a period of time, he knew that some problems could not be solved using civilized people's thinking.

Aboriginal people and players are fundamentally two different creatures.

For the indigenous people, they have to use indigenous methods to manage.

This is beneficial to both parties.

"Yes, sir," the old man lowered his head submissively, his expression much more at ease, and put his right fist on his chest sensibly, "I offer my loyalty to you... My name is Luca, no, I don't have a name, please You gave me a name.”

"Just call him Luca."

Chu Guang was too lazy to waste time and waved to the players.

"Keep going."

"We have to go back before noon."

…

This business trip can be said to be full of rewards.

300 kilograms of struvite were exchanged for 3,600 kilograms of green wheat and croissant potatoes, and 100 kilograms of bacon were exchanged for 500 kilograms of green wheat and 5 tools.

Although Chu Guang wanted to argue that venison and hyena meat are different. The former is rarer than the latter. After all, deer migration is not always possible, but the other party said that in this case, just use hyena meat, as long as it is not human meat. It was the same as rat meat, fish meat, etc. to them, so Chu Guang had no choice but to give up.

However, Liu Zhengyue still made a small concession based on the relationship between the two parties, allowing him to pick 5 tools or 1 pound of tobacco leaves to take away as gifts.

Of course Chu Guang chose tools, and the ones he picked were all big ones like pipe wrenches and fire axes. Even if you don't need it by then, you can still make steel and copper when you take it back.

In addition, 25 kilograms of smoked fish were exchanged for almost 150 kilograms of scrap metal.

Unlike those aluminum and steel alloys that can be seen on the streets, these metals are good products containing copper and zinc.

Liu Zhengyue originally didn't want to sell it, but maybe he thought that the merchants wouldn't come for a few months anyway, and it would be useless to stay on the farm, so after asking the owner for permission, he nodded in agreement.

The midday sun shines overhead, and the shadows of the trees on the road are dancing.

Except for one strength player who was pulling the cart, the other players were scattered around the caravan.

Occasionally, when they see a mutant cockroach approaching, they will scream and rush forward to beat them with sticks. They are even more excited than the mutant cockroaches.

If the aliens could think, they would probably be stupid now.

Who is the prey?

The only thing Chu Guang needs to do is to stop their hoarding habit and want to put whatever weird things they see in their pockets.

Although the mutated cockroach's stomach can occasionally turn out some gadgets that cannot be digested, and if you are lucky, you can even turn out chips or bullets, but the probability is too small.

In most cases, what is found are cockroach eggs.

Old Luka was trembling as he watched, probably frightened by the actions of these people.

He had never seen such strange people, and he couldn't understand what they were thinking.

However, Luka knew very well that as a servant, he did not need to think about this issue. The less he knew, the longer he would live, so he remained silent along the way, as if his presence was as low as if he did not exist.

I feel happy and want to sing.

After leading the caravan back to the outpost, Chu Guang, who had just arrived at the gate, happened to see the two brothers of the Yu family, who were carrying prey on their backs, gesticulating anxiously with the players at the south gate.

Chu Guang's eyes lit up and he called out from afar.

Hearing the familiar voice, the Yu brothers immediately turned around and waved with joy in their eyes.

"Brother Chu!"