Chapter 104 Hardworking little players can take care of themselves

  After Chu Guang left, the hall on the second basement floor was full of shouts.

Xiaoxiao Xiaoxiao bookworm: "Are there any newcomers in the perception department? The old driver's team, the front row is the LV3 power department, and the output is a combination of agility. When the perception department comes, just search for the enemy, don't worry about anything else, I will take you to pretend and fly you !"

  Midnight Killing Chicken: "Is there a strength department team? Team up to cut down trees, wow, I will take you to level up to LV1 in one day!"

  Commander Quanshui: "Hey! Doesn't anyone want the intelligence department? I'm shaking and cold!"

  Elf King Fugui: "Brother, it's not that we don't bring it, we don't know how to upgrade the intelligence department!"

  Irena: "I can teach you to be funny."

  The most sought-after rookie is naturally the white bear, but there is only one bear, and he was soon fooled into being a tank.

  The most sought-after newcomers are the perception system, which benefits the most from the team, followed by the strength system, which is the easiest to level up, and the agility system and constitution system, which can be played in any position.

   The worst thing is still intelligence.

  In the current version, although life occupations are showing signs of rising, not all life occupations require intelligence.

  It is true that the higher the intelligence attribute, the faster the skill learning speed will be slightly increased, but this bonus is not very obvious in the novice stage.

  Life occupations such as moving bricks, plastering, digging, transporting stones, and burning cement actually require strength.

   Just as the intelligence players were helpless, a 1.5 meter tall intelligence girl stood up and raised her little hand.

   "This is Fujiteng Cottage, recruiting cute new apprentices who are willing to be tailors, intelligence department is preferred, come and sign up!"

  A group of freshmen from the Department of Intelligence seem to have lit up a bright light in the gloomy world.

   "Mom, I saw an angel!"

   "Coach! I want to learn tailoring!"

   "Woooooh, from today on, scissors and needles are my life!"

   "Wait, can I sign up for the strength department! I suddenly feel that life occupations are also very interesting!"

   "I think intuition is very important in making clothes, I am a sensory department!"

   "Nonsense! A tailor must have agility! Do it fast, and fast is king!"

   Not only Mengxin from the Department of Intelligence, but Mengxin from several other departments also ran over.

   Later, not only the newcomers, but also the old players with VMs came to join in the fun, begging to hug the rich woman's thigh.

  Fujiteng, who was overwhelmed by the crowd, couldn't laugh or cry for a while, and quickly waved his hands and said.

   "Don't come all to me, I, I, I can only bring three people."

   Standing on the edge of the crowd, Tail touched his chin and clicked his tongue.

   "Damn, the bear was robbed."

   Sisi, who was standing beside him, sighed and rolled his eyes.

   "Don't be hateful, hurry up and find a thigh belt to take us."

   "Thighs?"

   An antenna seems to be erected above the head.

   Tail stretched his neck to look around, suddenly his eyes lit up, and he locked on a certain long leg that couldn't squeeze in at the edge of the square.

   "Si, are you a physique system?"

"Um."

   "It's faster in the next class, agility!"

   His right fist hit his palm, his tail stared at Yaya in the distance, his eyes were piercing.

   "That's her!"

  Sisi glanced at Tail suspiciously.

   "...can that guy do it?"

   "Sure! Bigger than us combined!"

   "...are we talking about the same thing?"

   "Big means power!"

  Looking at the bouncing and trotting tail, Sisi sighed.

   "This guy is crazy."

  …

  Leaving the new things to the old players, Chu Guang spent the free time on training the captives rescued from the predator's dungeon.

  A total of 30 captives were rescued.

  Before, Chu Guang ordered the warehouse manager Luca to register their identities, and asked how everyone was captured and what they did before being captured. Do you have any professional skills?

   Beyond that, where did they come from? Are there any relatives in the wasteland? Is there anyone willing to redeem them back and so on.

  These are required procedures.

  Chu Guang needs to decide their work based on their personal experience.

  Of course, and if someone expresses that he wants to go home, he will also generously let him go. Although he will not pay travel expenses, he will never hold him back.

  Twisted melons are not sweet, and they may not quench their thirst. Moreover, these slaves cannot be stronger than players, better able to fight and work better.

   What Chu Guang needs is loyalty from the heart.

   Only NPCs who are loyal enough can become his assistants and help him guide players to play the game "correctly".

  Although the old Luca is illiterate and only learned some basic pinyin, the VM has a recording function, and it is also possible to convert dictation into text for archiving.

"grown ups."

  Looking at Chu Guang who was walking towards the warehouse, old Luca, who was teaching the survivors to obey the rules, respectfully greeted him.

  Chu Guang glanced at the survivors.

  They were wearing ragged coats and leather clothes that were taken off from the looters. Most of them were yellow and emaciated, malnourished, and skinny.

  Chu Guang previously placed them in the brick kiln to camp, and recently moved them to the outpost, allowing them to build shacks between the wall at the south gate and the trench.

  Every day, Luca would boil a pot of green barley porridge for them, chop up 2 taels of raw meat and 1 catty of Chinese cabbage from the looters, and throw them in. It was the ultimate delicacy for them.

   This is indeed a gourmet meal.

  After all, when they were in the dungeon before, not to mention having clothes to wear, even fatter mice and cockroaches could be called delicious.

  Where can I get steaming hot food?

   "Why are there only 25 left?" Chu Guang counted the number of people and found that there were fewer people, so he looked at Luka and asked.

   Luka lowered his head and said.

"There are still 5 who have not survived... When they were sent back, many of them were seriously injured or even disabled. I found some herbs to bandage them, but they still did not survive. His body was sent into that furnace, please punish me, sir."

  It's okay to make a claim.

  Chu Guang found that this old Luka and Xia Yan were two extremes. One was sensible and made people feel distressed, while the other had to catch up with a whip before moving.

   "No, you did the right thing," Chu Guang nodded, and continued, "Have the identities of these survivors been counted?"

  Luka nodded and said.

   "The statistics have been completed!"

  The recordings were sorted into data and uploaded to the computer. Xiao Qi retrieved the files and sent them to Chu Guang's VM after sorting them out.

  Chu Guang’s VM is different from the VMs of players and NPCs. His VM has the highest authority and can directly connect to the host computer of No. 404 shelter. Basically, there is a signal even if you go too far from the outpost.

  Looking at the roster and information on the VM, Chu Guang probably had an understanding of the identities of these survivors.

   Among them, 2 were former serfs at Brown Farm, and 2 were hunters on Beit Street. Most of the rest came from the survivor community near the northern suburbs of Qingquan City, or they were simply refugees who wandered nearby.

   "...Zhao Shu and Yang Ergou?"

   Tut.

  What are these names?

  But now Chu Guang figured it out, what would happen if the survivors on Beit Street used up all the Chinese zodiac signs and common animals.

  If there are not enough people, you can still use numbers to make up.

  Hearing the manager call their names, two skinny survivors hurriedly stood up and spoke timidly.

   "Yes, my lord."

   "How did you get captured by the Bloody Hand clan?" Chu Guang stared at the two and asked curiously, "Didn't your old leech—I mean the mayor—pay protection fees to the Bloody Hand clan?"

  The two looked blank.

"Protection fees…"

   "No, I don't know."

   "My lord, how could the mayor tell us this?"

   "Yeah...we were captured last month while hunting."

   It seems that these two children have not thought about why the predators of the Bloody Hand clan let Beit Street go.

  Brown Farm’s force value is not bad, and the supplies are estimated to be for safety. As for the guns on Beit Street and the broken walls that can’t even guard against mice, it probably won’t take a ten-man commander to take down.

   However, it seems that protection fee and ransom are two concepts, which cannot guarantee their safety when picking up waste outside, and the mayor of Beit Street has no plan to redeem them.

  Chu Guang stared at the two of them for a while, then spoke.

   "Do you have any relatives in Beit Street?"

  The two nodded again and again.

"some."

   "Very well, I will give you two choices now, one is to go back and reunite with your relatives, and the other is to stay and do things for me."

  The two looked at each other, hesitated for a moment, looked at Chu Guang and said.

   "My lord, I want to stay."

   "Me, me too."

   Chu Guang looked at them and smiled.

   "Have you figured it out?"

  The two nodded in unison.

   "Thought it out!"

  It is difficult to hunt prey in winter, and they know exactly how much food is left at home. If I go back now, it means I have an extra mouth to raise, and it is a mouth that can be eaten, which will only make the situation at home worse.

   Here they have a place to live, a fire, and food. They are already very satisfied. Even if you want to go back, you have to wait until next spring.

  Chu Guang knew exactly what they were thinking, but he didn't take it to heart.

  Whether they go home with the benevolence of Vault 404, or stay here to help build the outpost, it will be useful to themselves.

   Looking at Luka, Chu Guang continued to ask.

   "Do you know any of these serfs from Brown Farm?"

   Luca respectfully said.

   "Don't worry, my lord, I am your servant, no matter where they come from, I will treat them equally."

  Chu Guang said with a smile.

   "You just have to tell me if you have."

  Luka nodded quickly.

   "Both of them, I know their names, although I don't communicate much."

   Chu Guang nodded and continued.

   "Those two stay, and you guide them to familiarize themselves with the position of warehouse manager. When they are qualified for the position of warehouse manager, the granary and warehouse will be handed over to them to manage."

   "After this matter is done, I will arrange more important work for you."

   Luca was overjoyed to be reused by his master, but he still bowed his head respectfully and made a solemn promise.

   "Yes, my lord! I promise to train them to be submissive for you. If they do anything wrong, I am willing to be punished together with them!"

  The serfs in Brown Farm are very easy to train, they are the most obedient.

  Looking at the remaining survivors, Chu Guang said after thinking for a moment.

   “The rest asked them to pack up and go with fuel, food and other supplies.”

   "Now that the snow has stopped, I need them to camp on the edge of the river on the northwest side. There is a brick kiln there, and I will arrange work there for them."

   At that time, choose two clever survivors to be foremen, send a VM, be responsible for communicating with players, and lead other survivors to work.

  VM has a positioning function and is passively turned on. Chu Guang is not at all worried that they will lose their precious equipment, and it is a bit difficult to break this thing.

  Luka nodded respectfully, and said in command.

"yes!"

  (end of this chapter)