Chapter 50 Hardworking players

  How long does it take to harvest 100 kg of mushrooms?

  Chu Guang was not sure in his mind, he usually would not touch those things.

  His food has always been made by himself. It is not a last resort, and he will never choose fungi as food.

  Let’s talk about Yaya, who walked out of the refuge with a dejected look on his face. As soon as he stepped on the open space in front of the nursing home, he was shocked by the scene he saw in front of him.

   "This, is this map updated?!"

  Scenes that have never been seen before!

  I saw a three-meter-high concrete wall surrounding the nursing home. Cement blocks and gravel formed a **** on the inside of the concrete wall.

  The top of the wall is a simple shelter with the hood removed from the abandoned car and the aluminum alloy bars picked up from the waste soil.

   Looks pretty cyberpunk.

   Not only the walls, but also two small houses of brick and wood structure, one big and one small, standing right in front of the nursing home.

  There are wooden signs hanging on the door of the house, one of which says a weapon shop, and the other says a bathhouse.

   I haven't been online for three days, it seems like a century has passed.

  The changes in this version update are too big.

   Yaya looked confused.

   After a while, she found the door of the fence. When she walked over, she happened to see two players standing beside them, using hammers and nails to fix the sharpened wooden stakes in a row.

   "What are you guys doing?" Yaya approached and asked curiously.

  The two players didn't even look up, they were so busy humming and enjoying themselves.

  Yar, I need to go to the toilet: "Make fences and shelters, the task is to get it in the woodworking hut! It takes two people, you are late!"

Ward's beriberi Levin: "Yes! Fortify a bunker, you can get 5 silver coins and 50 tribute! If someone attacks, we will push the fence to the door. Even if they break through the wooden door, we can surround them with bunkers, and then Shoot from a distance! Very useful!"

   "Speaking of which, do we need to make such trouble? Look at the task board, isn't it enough to make two wooden stakes horizontally?"

"You know what a fart! I'm like a wooden anti-tank repellent horse from World War II! Wrap it with barbed wire if possible in the future, let alone a few tattered looters, even if the green-skinned muscular guy comes, you have to Get stuck in this door and be killed like a chicken."

   "Blow it up, isn't it just a broken fence? I almost believed it."

   While talking, the two players seemed to be arguing about the practicality of this fortification.

  Yaoya looked dumbfounded and questioned when he heard it.

  Silver coins?

   Is it the currency that was updated recently?

  What is the quest for the logging hut? Didn't we all look at tasks on plastic cards before?

   Yaya thought in his heart.

   It seems that this update has changed a lot...

  In any case, I have to finish the punishment task quickly and restore my resident status. Don’t experience it in the last version, and the new version is coming again.

  Thinking of this, Yaya decided to find a container for mushrooms first.

  However, just when she wanted to pick up a plastic bucket, she found that the garbage piled up in the nursing home had been collected and stored in a wooden shed.

   When she approached, she found a player sitting in front of a wooden table with his legs crossed. There was a notepad on the table and a grease pen hanging beside it.

  Seeing Yaya approaching, the player raised his eyes and said in surprise.

   "Huh? Are you alive?"

   Yaya was stunned for a while.

"you know me?"

  The player said with a playful smile.

   "Nonsense, can you not recognize this? You have given it for nothing since the server was opened."

   He wanted to hit someone in a huff, but felt that he might not win, so he gave him an angry look.

   "Get out of the way, I'll get a bucket."

   "1 copper coin for a small bucket, 2 copper coins for a large bucket."

   "What?" Yaya's eyes widened, "Do you need money for this rubbish?"

   Why don't you grab it!

   "Sister, I didn't make this rule, I just work here," the player made a helpless expression, turning the oil-based pen in his hand, "If you have any opinions, go to the NPC."

   "But where did I get the money from when I was resurrected?" Yaya said dumbfounded, "Little brother, can you be accommodating, and I will return it when it is used up."

"No, no, no, you will be fined if you don't follow the rules. All you can do are those steel tools, and these **** are only sold and not rented," the player is also straight enough, shaking his head like a wave drum, "version updates are not Did someone send out 5 copper coins? It’s not expensive, you can just buy one and get it.”

   Yaya was stunned.

   "Ah?! The money was sent? Why didn't I receive it?"

  The player was obviously not clear either, and scratched the back of his head.

   "Uh... Could it be a matter of favorability?"

   "Did you offend the NPC?"

   After listening to it, the favorability level dropped, and the crows were so sad that they were about to cry.

   Gan!

  I have already been punished, do I still want to lose my favorability?

   Just then, a voice like the sounds of nature came from behind.

   "I'll pay for her."

  Yaoya turned her head abruptly, and saw a short man of 1.5 meters, holding a stack of thick animal fur coats, walked to the desk in the warehouse, and placed the goods heavily on the wooden table.

   "Hey, there are 2 pieces in total, please remember!"

   "You wait."

  The player opens the book in his hand, and writes a line of words on it with an oil-based pen.

  【…At…day…, “Tailor” Fujitō completed 2 pieces of hyena fur coats. 】

  After working as a tailor, as long as a certain number of orders are completed every day, in addition to the guaranteed basic salary, you can get 2 silver coins as a reward for every finished coat that passes the quality standard.

  Of course, players can also buy animal skins, fibers and other materials from the warehouse to make coats by themselves, and then sell them to other players or warehouses.

  Equivalent to self-employed.

  The profit of a coat made in this way ranges from about 1 to 5 silver coins. And if the production is particularly excellent, when everyone has money, maybe some players will spend a lot of money to buy it.

  Fujiteng plans to wait until his skills become more proficient, save some money to buy a piece of land, and open a clothing store at the main entrance of the nursing home.

   Opening your own shop, isn’t it more profitable than working for an NPC?

   "Fujito..."

  Yaoya, who came back to his senses, grabbed Fujiteng's arm, with tears of emotion in his eyes.

   Unexpectedly, after I came out, the only person who reached out to me was Fujiteng, who had had a quarrel with me.

   Feeling a little embarrassed by her look, Fujiteng blushed and twitched her hands.

   "...Don't look at me like that, it's just a copper coin, and it's not much money. Big, big deal, you can pay me back later!"

   "Sorry, I was wrong before, you are so kind!"

   "... Well, I didn't argue with you, anyway, please do your best. I still have to make clothes, so let's go first."

  Leaving a copper coin on the table, Teng Teng held the animal skins piled up in a wooden basket, turned around and was about to leave, but Yaya took it over and said courteously.

   "Let me help you!"

   "No, no, you go and do your work, just leave me alone."

  Fujiteng's face was big, and he reached out to get the thing back, but because of his height, he couldn't reach it, so Yaya dodged it deftly.

  Holding up the wooden basket in his hand, the enthusiastic Yaya said with a giggle.

   "How can I do that! You are so small, how can I let you carry so many things. Where is your work station? I will send it there for you."

   "..."

  Why does this guy need to be beaten up so much?

  A black line appeared on Fujiteng's forehead, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

   Fist, hard!

  …

   Carpentry cabin.

  Brother Mosquito sitting on the stool, with a root of grass in his mouth, skillfully fixed the two pieces of wood with tools with both hands, sandwiching an elastic alloy sheet picked up from the waste soil.

   Then string the bowstring made of tanned tendon of the mutant hyena, and a simple wooden bow is completed.

   "Done."

   Completed another order, and got 2 silver coins.

   Mosquito hung the finished wooden bow on the shelf beside it, waiting for other players to pick it.

  In fact, strictly speaking, it is far from enough to rely on these simple processes to make a real hunting bow.

  Mosquitoes just heard that a good hunting bow, even the humidity of the wood used for the bow handle is quite particular.

   But that being said, for players who don't have muskets, this thing is pretty good. Within thirty steps, shooting a mutant hyena is still no problem.

   Of course, the premise is to hit the target.

  Anyway, he himself is not capable of this.

   "20 wooden bows, required to be able to shoot through the skull of a mutant hunting dog within 20 meters... I'm afraid this order will have to be made the day after tomorrow."

   Mosquito muttered, and glanced at the bottles and cans he placed on the corner of the table.

   It contained the saltpeter he extracted from the nitrate, the next bottle contained calcium sulfate gypsum powder, and the black lump under the shelf was charcoal.

   Originally, he planned to get out the black powder first today, but the reward given by the manager's order is really delicious.

   As long as you make 5 wooden bows every day, you can get a guaranteed salary, and you can get 2 silver commissions for each wooden bow.

   "Forget it, let's make money first..."

  It's not good to keep doing chemical experiments in the woodworking hut.

  He plans to save some money, buy a piece of land, buy some cement and bricks, build a small house, and sell the weapons he designed.

   It couldn't be more fun than carpentry!

  At this time, the door of the carpenter's hut was pushed open, and Fang Chang, who had bought a bow from him earlier, strode in.

   "Give me 20 more arrows!"

   "You ran out of it so soon?" Seeing Fang Chang covered in blood, Mosquito froze for a moment and said, "Didn't you forget that it can be recycled?"

   "I know, but are you sure this thing still works?" Fang Chang placed the quiver on the table with a depressed expression.

  I saw that it was full of broken arrows and arrowheads that fell off the shaft.

   Sitting down on the stool next to him, he sighed and complained, "The quality of this thing is too touching!"

   Mosquito picked up the quiver, took out an arrow, glanced at it, touched his chin and said.

   "Hmm... After a rational analysis, I think it should be considered an advantage to be able to keep the arrow in the body of the prey. But it is indeed like what you said, if you hunt... the loss is a bit high. I think about how to improve it."

  These arrows are all made of sharpened metal sheets and fixed to the wooden arrow shafts with turpentine. The quality is really not good.

"please!"

   "You're welcome, this is my job."

   Mosquito counted 20 arrows from the side shelf and handed them to Fang Chang's hand.

  The price of 1 arrow is 2 copper coins, and 20 arrows are 4 silver coins. Fang Chang took out 4 silver coins from his pocket without hesitation, and arranged them lavishly on the table.

   This is what he got in exchange for the prey he just killed.

   "Thanks brother."

   "You're welcome, I wish you a happy hunting," Mosquito smiled, and waved at Fang Chang who walked out the door, "By the way, would you like to try my new weapon, I promise it will be very useful."

  Hearing these words, Fang Chang, who had just walked to the door, almost tripped over the door frame and fell.

   "Ahem, definitely next time!"

   That's a life-threatening test!

  Thinking of the "Hell Shower" designed by this guy before, Fang Chang, who was standing firmly on the door frame, didn't even dare to look back, and ran away with his quiver in his hand.

  The mosquito touched his nose with a puzzled look on his face.

   "Is that an exaggeration?"

  He originally planned to give his "Hellfire 0.1" a bayonet for close combat.

  (end of this chapter)