Chapter 43 Excellent players have already started to find jobs for NPCs

  Language barrier?

   Can't communicate?

  For Chu Guang, this is not a problem at all.

  As a tool man, he only needs to master a few simple basic speaking skills to meet the needs of players for game functions.

  For example, the simplest buying and selling can be learned without complex vocabulary.

   What should I do if the players can't understand the dirty words?

   Cold salad.

  After all, even if it is a completely real immersive virtual reality online game, it is impossible for every NPC to have completely real intelligence.

   That makes sense.

   Therefore, Chu Guang did not ask Xia Yan to learn Chinese, but only asked her to master a few basic words and fixed sentence patterns.

  However, what he didn't expect was that his requirements had been set low enough, and this guy's performance was still not satisfactory.

"...For customers who come to the store, they should say 'Hi, I am Xia Yan, the proprietress of the weapon shop, how can I help you', when they hear 'I want to buy something', point to the menu and answer 'Look at it yourself', listen Reach out and say 'bring it' when it's 'I'm going to service the gun'?"

   What the **** is this?

  Pinching the note in his hand, Xia Yan looked at Chu Guang, who was sitting on the chair, for help with a frowning expression.

  Although the pronunciation of every word is marked, she still can't adapt to the strange pronunciation.

  Even if it is indeed similar to Renlianyu.

   Noticing that Xia Yan was looking at him, Chu Guang looked away from the computer screen and turned to look at her.

   "Learned?"

  Xia Yan: "Not yet..."

  Chu Guang: "Then why are you watching me, keep memorizing."

  Xiayan: "..."

  For a moment, she suddenly felt that the work of having children might be easier, but for some reason, this person had no interest in her at all.

   Am I ugly?

   Not so much.

   Depressedly pinching the ends of her red hair, Xia Yan is still very confident in her appearance, for example, the captain once pursued her for a while.

   But she didn't like it.

  The life of cannon fodder is too hard, and she has to face the threat of death every day. Her dream is to marry into the inner city of Boulder City and live the life of a rich wife from then on.

   In fact, it is not impossible to think about it.

   What if one day you receive the task of escorting a big man, maybe there will be a story about the beauty saving the hero in the novel?

   It's just a pity that, let alone escorting the big shots, a fringe team like them can't even do the tasks near the second ring road, so they can only be sent to this kind of wilderness to open the "blind box".

   As for now...

  The dream life is even more useless.

  Who would want a cripple?

   And he was a **** who was captured by barbarians...

   Just when Xia Yan was feeling sad about her fate, a light cough came from beside her.

   "Your expression is slightly restrained."

"ah?"

  Xia Yan looked bewildered.

   Sure enough, he was deserting.

   Seeing her subconscious reaction, Chu Guang, who was sitting on the chair, was speechless.

   Sighing, he paused for a moment and said with a blank expression.

   "From now on, I will test you in two hours."

   "If there is still no progress, maybe the Brown Farm next door will be more suitable for you. Serfs are just needed there."

   "Exactly, I can make a fortune too."

  …

  It is winter now, and Brown Farm does not need serfs. Instead, at the end of the month, a batch of old things that cannot be used for work, or defective products with broken arms and legs will be disposed of.

   Lame mercenaries, no one will take them for free.

As for coveting beauty, that's even more nonsense. Even the local rich on Beit Street can afford a small change of a clone whose face is so exquisite that even a star would be jealous, but how much is a vulgar and savage soul worth? Woolen cloth?

  This is wasteland.

  Sold this guy, Chu Guang just said it casually.

  Scare her a bit, give her a little motivation.

  Even if this guy is so stupid that he can't even memorize these few pages of lines, he won't sell her as a slave.

   At most it can be thrown from here.

  Actually, during the period of contact, Chu Guang found that this person was quite interesting, and it was useless to speak well, so he immediately gave up with a few threats and obediently memorized them.

   Really why bother?

   Chu Guang shook his head and continued to use his net. Just now he found out that his steam account can still be used, just to pass the time...

  The next morning.

   Waking up from sleep, Chu Guang opened the player list, unlocked the login permissions of the players in batches, and led the online players to the surface.

   "My dear manager, where is that lady from yesterday?" Standing beside the manager, Fang Chang asked respectfully.

"Did you mean Xia Yan? Her injury is a bit serious and she needs to rest for a few days. I communicated with her last night, and she has agreed to join our cause. When her injury recovers, she will be in charge of the preparation of weapons at the outpost. .”

  Of course Chu Guang didn’t say that this guy memorized the book until two or three o’clock, and finally carried it to the next room by himself. Not surprisingly, she should be sleeping soundly.

   After listening to the manager's answer, Fang Chang's eyes lit up instantly.

   New information!

  The name of the new NPC is Xia Yan!

  The identity should be a weapon shop owner or a similar occupation!

   Silently recorded these two things, Fang Chang planned to update all these information in his post when he went offline today.

  Of course Chu Guang could guess what he was thinking, otherwise he wouldn't have told him in such detail.

  Continuing to perform his job as an NPC, Chu Guang took the players to the open space of the nursing home, gave a simple mobilization speech, and then announced his dissolution.

  After two days of running-in, the newly joined players have basically adapted to the rhythm of the game, and there is no need for him to command.

  Looking at the fire and black smoke gradually rising outside the construction site, and the players climbing up and down around the scaffolding, humming and humming, Chu Guang suddenly felt like an old farmer raising ducks.

The daily job is to drive the ducks out of the cages, let them slip by themselves outside, gather them together and drive them back into the cages after dark, and then count today’s harvest and how much fat the ducks have gained. Planned to pluck a little duck feather from them.

  Of course, this is not entirely true.

  After all, most of the tools for working were provided to them by themselves, and most of the jerky they ate were also obtained from hunting by themselves.

  Thinking about it this way, I still put in a lot of effort.

perhaps?

  Standing in front of the construction site and watching for a while, when Chu Guang was thinking about what to do today, Ye Shi had already taken the initiative to find him.

   "Respected Master Manager!" Saluted respectfully, Ye Shiyi's face was eager to try, and he took the initiative to speak very skillfully, "Are we still going hunting today? When are we going?"

  Chu Guang was slightly taken aback, then nodded.

"…Now."

   Good guy.

   Now these players are taking the initiative, have learned to arrange work for themselves?

  But Chu Guang didn't say anything.

  After all, he really planned to go out for a stroll just now, and bring back some game to smoke.

  Taking Ye Shi back to the shelter, Chu Guang put on the tactical belt that he took off from the mercenary, put the pistol he picked up on it, and then stuffed two 5mm pistol magazines as backup.

  The main weapon is still his 9mm iron pipe rifle, and the holy sword of physics—a steel pipe that can pry open doors and hammer people.

  Although there are submachine guns and shotguns, two "melee artifacts" to choose from, these two pieces of equipment are not very meaningful for hunting.

   There are no slugs in the ammunition of the sprayer, and the shells will damage the fur.

  Compared to using melee firepower to suppress prey, Chu Guang prefers to use a rifled high-quality 9mm iron pipe rifle to kill the prey with a single shot at mid-range.

   Or at least incapacitate it, then walk up to it and fill it with a steel pipe.

  This not only saves valuable ammunition, but also allows the prey's fur to be preserved more completely.

  Be aware that every additional bullet hole or cut will reduce the quality of the fur by 10%.

   "You take this with you."

  Chu Guang handed Ye Shi a pistol and a crossbow, in addition to a leather quiver containing fifteen crossbow bolts.

   "Can I use that sprayer?"

  Ye Shi looked at the pistol, then at the shotgun leaning against the corner of the wall, and looked at Chu Guang pitifully.

  However, Chu Guang did not intend to make any concessions, and said with a blank face.

   "We went hunting, not mutants."

   "You should familiarize yourself with these two weapons before talking about other things."

  …

  Chu Guang took Ye Shi out to hunt.

  The players at the outpost were working as diligently as yesterday. Those who moved bricks moved bricks, those who mixed cement mixed cement, and those who plastered plastered, none of them was idle.

   Thanks to the 30 tools that the manager exchanged from Brown Farm, the work efficiency of the players has been greatly improved.

  Especially the players who build walls.

  The wall construction site of the outpost is advancing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

   Not just a construction site.

  Fang Chang and Lao Bai, who were pondering about the indigenous method of steelmaking, made new progress in their work after they got the tongs and the hammer for forging iron.

From the cars in the parking lot, they removed the frame, hood, suspension, and even the engine casing that had rusted into iron slag... After two hundred years of wind and rain, there is no waste product with a complete structure , but for them it is a natural open-pit deposit.

  The embrittled rust was smashed and thrown into the furnace. Charcoal was still used as the reducing agent, and the air was blown by a human bellows. This time they finally succeeded in turning the **** into hot molten iron.

   "Awesome!!!"

   "It's done!"

  Old Bai and Fang Chang clenched their fists excitedly.

   They have been waiting for three full days for this moment!

  The molten iron fired by this method becomes pig iron with high carbon content after cooling, and the most basic steel can be obtained by reducing the carbon content to between 2% and 1.5% through repeated heating and cooling.

   As for adding metals such as chromium and nickel to make alloys, it is still too difficult for them. Serious steelmaking still requires professional equipment, at least an electric furnace.

  Actually, not to mention steelmaking, just being able to boil molten iron out of industrial waste is already quite a feat for them with simple production facilities!

   "What should we forge?" Lao Bai looked at Fang Chang excitedly and asked, "Axes? Knives? Or something else."

  Fang Chang also looked joyful, and said after thinking for a few seconds.

   "Let's make a cauldron first!"

   "Eating stew every day, I'm going to throw up!"

  Although yesterday’s mashed potatoes were pretty good, I heard from Brother Scrambled Eggs that there is not much soy sauce left, so today it is pine nut fresh fish soup again.

   That thing is really not fresh at all, and it tastes like catfish in your mouth.

   "Haha, great idea! With an iron pan, you can cook!"

  The two hit it off immediately and quickly reached a consensus. They began to use a little yellow mud left over from burning bricks to figure out how to make abrasive tools for firing iron pots.

   On the other side, in front of the woodworking hut.

  Brother Mosquito, who was sitting at the door with a small bench, was concentrating on his manual work.

  I saw him holding a trash can that he didn’t know where he picked up, sealed the trash can with a wooden board, and then chiseled a stainless steel pipe into it to make a watering can with a simple structure.

   It's not over yet.

   He's clearly not content with tilting sprinklers.

Brother Mosquito then used turpentine to seal the connection, installed a portable wooden handle on the outer shell of the trash can, made a supercharger similar to a watering can with a plastic bottle, folded it into an S shape with a hose and connected it to the back of the trash can department.

"Perfect!"

  Brother Mosquito looked at the thing in his hand with a joyful expression on his face when he was done.

  Manual booster flamethrower!

  Just inject wood tar into the barrel, and then insert a fire-igniting tampon into the water pipe in front, within a five-meter killing radius, this thing can theoretically become a nightmare for anyone or a different species—

  Of course, the premise is that you don’t give points to yourself.

  For those with high emotional intelligence, the design concept of this thing is a bit cyberpunk, but Brother Mosquito thinks the problem is not big, and it will be better to improve it in the future.

   Let's call it "Hellfire 0.1"!

  He was thinking about where to go to try it, when Brother Mosquito raised his head and suddenly saw that the strong wind carrying a plastic bucket was walking towards him.

   This guy went fishing early in the morning. Usually, he can only see other people near the nursing home in the afternoon. I didn't expect that today was unusual, and he came back before ten o'clock.

   "Hey, it's so early today?" Mosquito looked at the strong wind coming, and laughed and joked, "It can't be that the trap has been broken again."

   "It has nothing to do with the trap," Gu Feng threw the plastic bucket in his hand on the ground, "Look what I found?"

   "What did you find—" Seeing the contents of the bucket, the mosquito was stunned.

   Those are some white stones.

  It is mixed with some yellow and light brown impurities.

  The stiffness on his face instantly turned into ecstasy.

   "Struvite!?"

  (end of this chapter)