Chapter 169 This game is probably recruited by a P company planner

  Guns are more convincing than words at any time.

   Like now.

  Li didn't take too long to make a decision. He had no doubt that the people in front of him didn't even need a charge to destroy them.

  Even though the refugees behind him were not willing, he still tried to persuade them.

   "We have no choice, they won't let us go forward, and we can't go back."

   A ragged wastelander couldn't help shouting: "What if we hand over our weapons and they open fire on us?"

   "So what if we don't hand over our weapons?" Li looked at the man and said, "They don't even need a charge to kill us."

   That Wastelander couldn't argue.

There are a total of more than 180 of them, most of them are old and weak women and children, and there are less than 70 young and middle-aged men who can form combat effectiveness... And this is even counting children over the age of eight and under the age of fourteen Case.

  All the firearms add up to only a dozen or so, and the rest are bows and spears. These equipments are enough to deal with some looters who also pull their hips, but they can only hide away when they encounter hard stubble.

  It is not the first time that they have been driven away by other survivors' strongholds, and almost no one will open their living room in winter.

   At least, the men didn't open fire when they were capable of destroying them.

   This is already the greatest kindness...

  After the refugees put down their weapons, Chu Guang asked Wrench to send two people in to take away their weapons, and at the same time kept his promise and set up a cauldron in the open space at the east gate.

  Chu Guang could not feed them as well as the players, but he would not watch these refugees starve and freeze in the cold wind.

  He issued a task through VM, and asked Tomato Scrambled Eggs to go to the warehouse to collect 50 kilograms of green wheat and make a pot of porridge for those refugees.

  At the same time, let the man named Li, with the young and middle-aged labor force who can still work, set up a camp in the open space 50 meters away from the east gate.

  The terrain here is undulating, dead trees embedded in the snow can be seen everywhere, and there are also concrete debris and a small amount of building debris that can be used.

  Building a shack is an essential skill for every wastelander, and these people are no exception. After giving them some tools such as shovels and carts, the work went smoothly.

   At the same time, the cauldron at the east gate was also set up. As the water in the pot boiled, Brother Chaodan poured all the green wheat into it.

  Wheat with an oxalic sour taste is difficult to arouse appetite, and it takes a long time to remove the astringent taste.

   But this is for the players.

  For those hungry people who are about to starve to death, even a little cloudy soup is a supreme delicacy.

  The white gas floating on the pot made all the refugees swallow their saliva, and the speed of building the camp was even faster.

  Standing behind Chu Guang and watching, several players whispered.

   "These people look pathetic."

   "It's very pitiful, even the children are helping."

   "But I didn't expect that someone would come to this survivor's stronghold just after it was built."

   "It worked too fast."

  Listening to the whispers of the players, Chu Guang also felt puzzled. Although he asked him to light the cigarette, he did not expect to attract people here the next day.

  Why didn’t anyone come when the Pioneer was still there? At that time, there was more smoke in the camp than now, and his little players got up early in the morning to cook for themselves.

   It's just this time!

  If these refugees came two days earlier, the food would be much better than now. Those people on the Pioneer have no shortage of food and clothing, and they are more pitiful than themselves. Chu Guang even dared to bet that as long as he expressed that he could accept these refugees, he believed that they would generously support him with a sum of supplies.

   As for now, Chu Guang can only say that he will do his best.

   Taking advantage of the efforts of these refugees to build camps, Chu Guang asked Old Luca to make a statistic of their population.

   There are 187 refugees in total, including 61 young and middle-aged men over the age of 14, and the rest are old and weak women and children. There are even 5 babies under the age of one and 4 pregnant women.

  Chu Guang estimated that when their team was the largest, there should be about three or four hundred people, and they may have lost half of their staff along the way.

   Even so, their situation is much better than that of the nomads who settled near the wetland park.

   If I remember correctly, Brother Iron Ax led his tribe all the way from the north of the River Valley Province. When they got here, even the males were almost dead, and they even missed their own seeds.

  The guards handed over their guns, but they were allowed to keep knives, axes, bows and arrows.

  According to the statistics of the wrench, they handed in a total of 23 iron-pipe rifles of different calibers, including 5 old-fashioned smoothbore guns, which really surprised Chu Guang.

  They actually got here relying on these equipment.

  It is really unimaginable.

   "My lord, I was in their camp just now and found someone with typhoid fever." Luka, who returned from the refugee camp, reported to Chu Guang.

  Chu Guang: "Is it serious?"

"I'm not sure, most of them are in poor health, maybe they're hungry, maybe they're really sick... I can't tell either," Luca said cautiously, "I'm worried they'll bring the plague, we don't have doctors There are not enough medicines to deal with the situation."

   After thinking for a moment, Chu Guang nodded.

   "I see, I will find a way."

  Honestly speaking, Chu Guang has no good solution.

  The health issue is not a problem for the players at all, at least not the core issue.

  Even if you are not a player of the constitution system, as long as the level reaches LV7 or above, you can basically have a constitution of 6~7 points, and this is already 120%~140% of the working efficiency of the immune system of a normal adult.

As for Chu Guang himself, his physique has reached 14, and the working efficiency of the immune system is nearly three times that of normal people. Not to mention that ordinary diseases are useless to him, even a certain dose of poison and light radiation will not affect him. are immune to some extent.

   Seeing that the manager understands, old Luka paused and continued.

   "In addition, it is food..."

"you say."

"We provide relief to them according to the lowest standards. More than 180 people consume nearly 50 kilograms of food every day, and the monthly expenditure is 1,500 kilograms. And this is still in an ideal situation. Although you are from the pioneering Some food was exchanged from the Zerg, but this cold winter may last until the end of February next year, or even the beginning of March...Our own food is already very tight."

   The number of players in the outpost is now five hundred, and the daily food consumption has reached an astonishing half a ton. Sometimes old Luca really felt that those people were nothing but idiots, and they had no spirit of thrift at all, wishing they could eat twice or even three times his amount in a day.

At present, the total food reserves of the outpost base are just over 30 tons, of which the corn, rice, and potatoes bought from the Pioneer account for one-third, and the raw meat, dried meat, and fish catches obtained from hunting account for one-third. It's one third.

  The rest are spoils from Bloody Hand, Old Leech, and part of the tribute offered by Brown Farm.

  It is conservatively estimated that if the current trend of consumption continues, the food will probably be enough to last until the end of the year.

   "Food is indeed a problem," Chu Guang thought for a moment, "I will find a way."

  Just a month ago, the food in the outpost was not even enough for dozens of people to feed for half a month.

   Big deal.

   Just ask the neighbors to borrow some money.

  …

  After the porridge for the hungry was distributed, the noise in the refugee camp gradually subsided.

  Many people have traveled all the way, and they can no longer bear the fatigue. Now their stomachs are filled with warm food, and they curled up in sleeping bags under the shack and fell asleep.

  Although they were asleep, Spanner didn't dare to relax his vigilance. He arranged for people to stand on the fence and keep an eye on the situation in the refugee camp.

  Chu Guang wasn't too worried.

  He didn't even pay attention to the Bloody Hand clan, let alone some refugees?

  In the room near the east gate of Changjiu Farm, he received the man named "Li".

  This man should be the representative, or the leader, elected by this group of refugees.

   "Thank you for your generosity!"

   After entering the room, Li knelt on the ground on one knee, nodded and said, "Without you, many of us might not be able to survive tonight."

"We don't like to kneel here, get up," Chu Guang continued, looking at the man standing up, "We can provide you with shelter, but you must have the self-consciousness of being dependent on others, and abide by our rules and customs. At the same time, you have to To be clear, this is not gratuitous."

  Li nodded.

   This is a reasonable request.

   Nobody welcomes unruly guests.

  Besides, before becoming refugees, they also owned a homeland, and they are self-conscious about the unwelcome status of "homeless people".

   "What do you need."

  Chu Guang: "It's very simple, work for us, we will pay you, and you can use the rewards to exchange for food, fuel, or other things."

Before the B3 layer is unlocked, the number of players is temporarily stuck in a bottleneck. In the absence of Mengxin supplements, he needs more natives to replace the grown Mengxins to engage in those low-end, low-value-added repetitive tasks .

  Although he always teases players for working harder than animals, it is impossible to treat them like animals all the time.

   Occasionally moving bricks is to experience life, and moving bricks every day is work.

  Hearing what the lord said, Li's expression relaxed a little, and even revealed a hint of joy.

   Originally, in his expectation, it would be good to have something to eat. In other survivor settlements, the status of a refugee is no more noble than a slave. As for the reward, he never thought about it.

   "Thank you for giving us the chance to live."

"The only thing we can give you is a chance, and it's up to you whether you can seize it." After a pause, Chu Guang looked at him and continued, "I heard from my subordinates that you had a settlement of survivors before. In other words, you are not nomads?"

  Li hurriedly nodded and said.

   "Yes, my lord."

  Chu Guang: "Tell me what you know."

  Li immediately said: "We can do a lot, including hunting, farming, weaving hemp rope, we also have woodworking and blacksmithing... as long as you need it, we can do it for you."

   Seeing Li rushing to sell, Chu Guang nodded slightly satisfied.

  Hunters, carpenters and other craftsmen are exactly what he needs. As for blacksmiths, they can be arranged to work in steel factories with a little training.

   Although these labor forces are not as high-quality as his players, they are always better than nomads. It's just that relatively speaking, the physical fitness of these survivors may be slightly weaker, and they did not bring the livestock that Chu Guang wanted.

   "In the past two days, you should settle yourselves down first."

   "After two days, I will arrange things for you."

   "By the way, your name is unlucky and easy to confuse. You can either add a surname to yourself, or I will give you a name."

  Giving a name and a surname means acceptance, and it also means the approval of conversion.

   Didn't expect the lord here to be so generous, the man was overjoyed and said hastily.

   "My lord, please give me a name!"

  Chu Guang thought for a while and said.

   "Our place is called Jiujiu Farm. Your surname Chang is not suitable, so you can take your surname Jiu. Change the character Li to Liming Li."

   "From today onwards, your name is Jiuli."

  …

  Official website:

  【Announcement: A group of homeless people came to Changjiu Farm (prosperity +50).

  【Changjiu Farm adds "Immigrant Tide" buff: The demand for food and fur has increased, and the inflow of people has increased. 】

  【Old Luca’s troubles: We don’t have much food, so we can’t always support them. It would be great if we could find something for them to do. (Hint: There are many excellent hunters and craftsmen among the refugees. After reaching the "Friendly" reputation level, you can run industries locally and hire them to work.)]

  【Today’s recommended recipe: salt and pepper corn, mapo tofu (not spicy or spicy)】

  【Fujiteng Hut: Fujiteng Hut is new, a lot of silk fabrics are waiting for you. 】

  Tail: "! New plot! What did you do when the tail was not around?!!!∑(Дノ)ノ"

  Quit smoking: "Damn it! There's a new NPC!? Planner dad is awesome!"

  Mole on the run in the canyon: "It really made me guess right, the prosperity is really linked to the NPC population! It's just that this value doesn't seem to be calculated by a fixed formula based on the population, but driven by events?"

  Ye Shi: "It is suspected that the operator recruited a P company to plan it in, and wait for the law of the ancestors to be immutable and the comet to descend on our heads. (Funny

  Irena: "Speaking of which, how is your split claw crab hunting going? Is it done? (funny

  Sisi: "Hey, don't mention it, Awei sent me away first, and came down by himself after a while."

  Tail: "Wait, you can blame the tail! That bazooka has a problem, it can't hit at all! It will spit fire backwards! (д;

  Xiao Xiaoxiao bookworm: "How can the recoilless gun not spray..."

  Tail: "But the mosquitoes are so good at selling that they don't breathe fire!"

  Xiao Xiaoxiao bookworm: "That's because his thing is not a recoilless gun at all. How can it have any penetration depth? It's just a heartless gun carried on the shoulder."

  Mosquito: "!! This can get me too!"

  Yuya: "Hahahaha! 鶸! Hahahaha! Dish! o(*≧▽≦)ツ"

  Because of the heroic sacrifice of Tail and Sisi, I would like to remind everyone that this tube is not just for fun like a mosquito’s firecrackers. When launching, don’t point your **** at people.

  In short, the VM and equipment are picked up.

  OB is only three days, not a big problem.

  The arrival of refugees has caused a lot of topics in the official website forum, but it has not become the focus of discussion among players like before.

   After all, this is not the first time refugees have come here, and there are too many things that happened today, and it is impossible to discuss them.

  Makabazi, who got the seeds from the manager, exchanged the skills of growing corn with others in the forum.

  The No. 117 sanctuary mission that Brother Mole and Mosquito teamed up to solve has also attracted the attention of many players. This mission is suspected to be related to the main line of the game.

   But unfortunately, no progress today.

  The situation below the subway entrance is very complicated.

  As Boss Xia said, there are at least hundreds of eaters, not to mention crawlers.

   A "Black Swan" with limited ammunition is simply not enough.

  They need more automatic weapons and throwing objects such as Molotov cocktails and soil grenades. After two days when the automatic rifles with a unit price of 200 silver coins are officially on the shelves, the situation may be better.

  Compared to the bad news that the raid on No. 117 shelter was blocked, the good news is that the second floor of the greenhouse ruins has been successfully captured by the cow and horse team.

  They successfully controlled the gate between the second and third basement floors, and now the space on the second basement floor of the greenhouse ruins has also been liberated.

   It is incredible that even after two centuries, the facilities there are still in energy-saving mode and running slowly.

  Many of the light strips on the Petri dishes have been broken, but some are still on. The indoor temperature is around 25 degrees, and the spirit leaves in the petri dish are growing well.

  Fang Chang wrote a guide, which is a summary of the fighting skills of the insect-type heterogeneous nest.

  However, the players on the forum are obviously more concerned about how much money the cattle and horse teams made from the second underground floor of the greenhouse ruins than the strategy that is not needed for the time being.

  Fang Chang didn't say anything.

  But Chu Guang, who was watching the screen, knew it. After all, he personally sent the money to them.

  Comprehensively calculating the difficulty and income of the dungeon, they got a total of 1200 silver coins, which were divided equally between 4 people, and one person got 300 silver coins.

   As for the cost, Chu Guang didn't calculate it for them, but it is estimated that they consumed some ammunition.

  If you use a cold weapon to grind slowly, even if there is a piece of heavy armor that can resist it, it will probably take a long time to grind. Moreover, a large amount of manpower has to be hired, relying on crowd tactics to pile up.

   Once the income is shared, it is better to consume some ammunition.

  After returning from Jiujiu Farm, Chu Guang finished updating the announcement, sat in front of the computer in the resident hall, and browsed around the official website.

  Many players have already started discussing what jobs should be arranged for those refugees.

  Some talk about running a textile factory, and some talk about running a cement factory. Anyway, there are all kinds of people. Of course, starting from version 0.8, there is a requirement for the prestige of the region to set up a factory, and it needs to be above friendly (1000).

  Complete the task of helping the development of the region, you can increase the prestige of the region, or directly donate the materials needed by the local area, and you can also quickly improve it.

   Players complained one after another, this setting is simply copied from Qiqi.

  May the dog plan long life!

   In addition, what caught Chu Guang's attention was that Commander Quanshui found an abandoned military camp in the northern town with a Mengxin from the perception department.

  The barracks was small, like a base of operations, on the playground of a community school.

  In the early years of the Wasteland Era, it seemed that a group of refugees had been accommodated there, but they might have been evacuated after a short while, so they did not develop into a stronghold of survivors like Beit Street.

  Quan Shui wandered around there, but didn't find anything useful.

  The entire school was searched clean, and even most of the bookshelves in the library were dismantled. Presumably, they were used as firewood by the local survivors in the early days of the Wasteland Era.

"...strangely, the town seemed to be a dead city, and so did the school. There were no signs of survivor activity, nor marauders, only the gnawers that filled the houses and the stinking The basement...we don't have enough equipment and dare not go deep into the building to explore."

   "I'm planning to set off tomorrow to look for it, maybe I can find something."

  Chu Guang was also very curious about what they could find there.

  Although it is estimated that the place has been looted countless times in the past two centuries, according to his experience, there is always something left that has not been taken away.

   While Chu Guang was sitting in the shelter and surfing the Internet, 15 kilometers north of Changjiu Farm, several men with rifles on their backs and thick coats were searching for something nearby.

   "That group shouldn't have gone too far." The bearded man muttered, tugging at the dog chain in his hand.

  The hound led by him hissed and growled, sniffing the ground carefully.

  Suddenly, the hound suddenly raised its head and barked towards the south.

  The man leaned down, patted its head, and then stretched out his index finger to wipe the ground.

   Below the snow are traces of footprints.

  He got up again, looked south and squinted his eyes.

   "It runs pretty fast."

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   (Sorry! Four minutes late... By the way, today should be 4D? But I forgot the progress bar. (Д))

  (end of this chapter)