Chapter 73 The Guano Business

   This is the second snowfall that Qingquan City has seen since September.

   And very coincidentally, just in time for the players to take turns going offline. As soon as many people pushed to check the door, they saw dots of silver sprinkled beside the torch.

   "It's only late September...winter is coming too early."

   "It's really early."

   "A wave of rational analysis, maybe the orbital wreckage in outer space blocked part of the sunlight, causing the planet to absorb insufficient heat. Coupled with the rapid decline of civilization activities caused by the war, the lush vegetation weakened the greenhouse effect..."

   "No, can this game be so real?"

   "It depends on how the game operator sets it up. Anyway, the setting on the official website says that they have hit the sky, so they are allowed to talk nonsense, but I am not allowed to talk nonsense?"

   "Nimma..."

  At the north gate, there was a knock on the door.

   After confirming that it was his own person, the guard on the wall greeted him, and the player next to the door lifted the latch to let the outsiders through.

  Chu Guang looked towards the north gate.

  I saw a strength-type player and a perception-type player walking quickly with a man who was bundled into a rice dumpling and missing an ear, and threw him in front of him.

  The corpse of a mutated hyena was also thrown on the ground.

   "Dear Master Manager, we found this guy near the northern elevated observation point!"

  Both players were wounded, but the man was obviously more seriously injured, with a broken arrow stuck in his knee, and he grinned in pain.

  The man lying on the ground couldn't understand what the two people behind him were saying, so he stretched out his head in fear and begged Chu Guang for mercy.

   "Big, my lord, I'm a scavenger nearby, I don't know what offended you."

   "Scavenger isn't out at this point."

   "I, accidentally delayed for a while..."

   Ignoring this pale rhetoric, Chu Guang took out 5 silver coins from his pocket and handed them to the players, asking them to divide them among themselves. Then he bent down to look at the man, and hooked his necklace with his index finger.

   There is a human finger bone strung there.

   And it still looks like the index finger.

  In the Bloody Hand Clan, the skull is the leader's "royal" vessel, while the phalanx is the decoration that most predators are keen on.

  He would cut off the captive's index finger, dry it and make it into bracelets, necklaces, pendants and even bone armor and other decorations, showing off his bravery and barbarism.

   Throwing away the greasy necklace in disgust, Chu Guang straightened up expressionlessly.

  He didn't look at the ashen-faced man, but looked at the two players.

   "Marauder."

   "Send to the gallows."

  The two players said respectfully.

"yes!"

   "Obey!"

  Bringing it back alive is only because the rewards for doing so are relatively high. Most players are no strangers to the methods of the predators, Mr. Manager.

  So after hearing the order to send the gallows, there was no surprise at all.

  But for the person who is about to be hanged, it is another mentality.

  As if guessing his own fate, the hysterical wailing and begging for mercy was dragged all the way outside the north gate, adding a bit of fear and blood to the desolate woods outside the gate.

  The sound and the evil stopped abruptly.

  The north gate was closed again, and the two players dragged the corpse towards the morgue.

   Standing in front of the nursing home, Chu Guang didn't feel any pity in his heart. He even yawned. Seeing the furnace of the extractor start to run, he turned and walked towards the elevator of the nursing home.

  It is already twelve o'clock in the morning.

  I have to get up at six o'clock tomorrow.

  The enthusiasm of these players to go online is higher than expected, and Chu Guang feels that his biological clock is about to be messed up.

  …

  The snow was not heavy, but it lasted for a long time. It didn't stop until 5 o'clock in the morning of the next day.

  There is a layer of hoarfrost on the ground, and there is a rustling sound when you step on it. When the sun rises, it disappears completely, as if it has never been there before.

   "There seem to be fewer alien species in the urban area at night."

   "Is it because of the snow?"

"Probably, they probably hid when the weather was cold, but those eaters didn't seem to be affected. I saw them come out of the community and wandered on the street until four or five o'clock before slowly moving back. .”

   "Do you remember where they came from?"

   "Probably remember, I'll go offline to have a meal first, and post on the forum on the map later."

   "Brother, be steady!"

  The players who came back from the reconnaissance point chatted with other players in the square of the base. Chu Guang, who was standing at the gate of the nursing home, heard all these voices.

   Since there is no radio, these players usually exchange information in the square, especially during the peak hours of going online and offline.

  For Chu Guang, this is another good channel for information besides the forum.

   These players are like his eyes.

  However, he still has things to do in a while, so it is impossible to stay here forever.

  He had to go to Brown Farm again before the road was blocked by heavy snow, and return with some supplies. This time he prepared a new trade item - some struvite.

   In Brown Farm, it should be able to sell for a good price.

   "Master Manager, the supplies you ordered are ready, and we are ready to go at any time!"

  The [Mole on the Run in the Canyon] wearing a hyena fur coat walked over excitedly.

On his back was a temporarily issued 7mm bolt-action iron-barreled rifle, a studded wooden stick and a short knife were tied to his waist on the left side, and a Molotov cocktail filled with wood tar was tied to the right side, which looked more and more like this Natives of the wasteland.

  However, he has not grasped the essence.

  Chu Guang tried so many weapons, but the water pipe with a "fork" was the most convenient.

  Looking at him and nodding, Chu Guang said.

   "You guys wait for me."

   As he spoke, Chu Guang turned around and returned to the refuge, and walked out wearing KV-1 power armor after a while, and carried the nitrogen-powered hammer drawn from the system behind his back.

  Seeing the manager's outfit, the eyes of the players around him stared straight.

   "Fuck, this hammer is a bit handsome!"

   "Nice! Did I miss any plot? When did our NPC change equipment?"

   "I don't know, maybe it's already there in the shelter... Didn't the settings on the official website say that the underground is a huge cryogenic hibernation facility? Maybe there is an equipment warehouse?"

   "Damn! I really want to make one too!"

   "Don't think about it, the NPC's equipment is just for you to see, but I'm curious if this thing is really useful in the wasteland? In the face of bullets."

   "You're stupid. Just because you haven't seen awesome armor doesn't mean you don't have it. Maybe it's used with other armor."

   "The vibe is suddenly cyberpunk."

   "What cyberpunk, this is wasteland punk!"

   "I know, but you are so serious about playing tricks, it seems that you are stupid."

  As a competent NPC, Chu Guang neither went to pick up their stalks nor ignored their excited exchanges. He performed his duties on his own and walked to the prepared caravan.

  Before, Chu Guangyou gave an assignment in the form of [WC really has mosquitoes], asking him to design a medium-distance transportation vehicle with a cargo capacity of more than five tons.

  Facts have proved that this guy's technology is quite reliable as long as it makes tools within the scope of normal people's understanding.

  The entire caravan is 2.5 meters long and 1 meter wide. The space inside is quite spacious. The chassis is also made of simple shock absorbers with springs, so there is no problem for transporters.

  Considering rain and dust protection, the roof is covered with two layers of picked up plastic sheets, and the front and rear are made of door curtains.

   In this way, even if it is raining, you don’t have to worry about the things inside getting wet, which can be said to be quite easy to use.

  The only fly in the ointment is that there are no cows or mules in the outpost, so players can only temporarily pull it.

"Set off!"

  Following Chu Guang's order, the caravan team consisting of 6 players and 1 NPC left the south gate of the outpost and headed towards Brown Farm under the envious eyes of other players.

  Different from last time.

   With such a big commotion this time, it is inevitable that it will attract the attention of some alien species.

  Especially like the mutated cockroach the size of a puppy and the mutated fly the size of a washbasin. These mutant insects seemed to have lost their fear of humans after mutation, and they came out of the shadows when they heard any movement.

  However, these players are no longer newcomers to the game, especially after the baptism of that battle, they have been able to do it well when facing the enemy.

  Chu Guang didn't make a move at all, and sat in the rear, watching the players use knives, guns, sticks and stones to drop these miscellaneous soldiers.

  If there are alien species that they can't deal with, or other high-threat targets, he will naturally shoot.

   What's more interesting is that Chu Guang discovered that his genetic sequence is not only a basic exercise, but also can accumulate a small amount of development progress when leading players in battle.

  This unique way of evolution made Chu Guang very curious.

  However, he is temporarily unable to record the development progress of the gene sequence in real time, so he can only do in-depth research when conditions permit.

  I stopped and stopped along the way, bypassing the ruins that I couldn't pass through, and finally arrived at the destination before 9:30.

  Outside Brown Farm.

  When Chu Guang and his party arrived near the door, they saw a strong man with a shotgun on his back, leading a thin serf out of the wall.

  The two sides had a face-to-face meeting. Chu Guang was not nervous, but the other side was.

   Especially when he saw the exoskeleton on Chu Guang's body and the slightly exaggerated hammer behind him, he subconsciously touched the shotgun behind him.

   "We are passing merchants, don't be nervous."

   "How can there be a merchant at this time—eh, it's you?"

  Liu Zhengyue, who was standing on the fence, was stunned for a moment, retracted the gun barrel that had just been stretched out, and stared straight at the exoskeleton and hammer on Chu Guang's body—and the blue coat under the exoskeleton.

  He clearly remembered that this guy was not dressed like this when he came here last time.

   "That's right, it's me." Chu Guang smiled lightly and shouted towards the wall, "We need food, steel and copper."

   "What are you going to trade for?"

   Liu Zhengyue stared vigilantly at the group of people outside the wall, looking back and forth at the equipment on their bodies, a little uncertain.

   This group of people is obviously much stronger than when they came last time.

   In principle, this is not a good time to do business. Today’s winter is earlier than in previous years, and they have to save some food for the winter, and they have to prepare some surplus food to prevent the predators from attacking the autumn wind.

  Marauders from the north come here from time to time, and although the farm is not without guns, no one wants to risk fighting those people.

   When the time comes to harass during the spring plowing, the loss will not only be the little grain of the tribute.

However…

  The gun on the opponent's back made him have to carefully consider the risk of refusing.

  Chu Guang didn't speak, just walked to the caravan, opened the curtain, took out a sack from inside, and tore off the rope tied to it.

  Liu Zhengyue narrowed her eyes, trying to see clearly.

"This is…"

"High-purity magnesium ammonium phosphate, if you don't understand it, you can understand it as struvite, in short, it is a high-quality fertilizer." Chu Guang looked up at Liu Zhengyue on the wall, and his tone was slightly displeased, "Can you come down?" Talk, I'm tired of talking like this."

   "Wait for me for a while...I have to ask my master for instructions."

   After throwing down these words, Liu Zhengyue disappeared on the fence, but not long after, he led a serf out and reappeared at the main entrance.

   "My old friend... you have changed a bit."

   "I got rich recently."

   "Are you really nomads?" Liu Zhengyue stared straight at the blue coat under Chu Guang's exoskeleton, obviously not so sure of her judgment.

   "Is it important?" Chu Guang smiled lightly and said, "Don't worry, I picked up this coat."

  Seeing that Chu Guang didn't intend to reveal more, Liu Zhengyue stopped asking, but looked at the bag of fertilizer.

   "I need an inspection."

   This is a reasonable request, Chu Guang nodded.

"please."

  The inspection method was the same as last time. Liu Zhengyue kicked the serf next to him and pointed to the bag.

  The slave stepped forward, stretched out his index finger and wiped it in the bag, then stuffed his finger into his mouth as if no one else was there, and took a sip.

   "It's struvite."

  Hearing these words, Liu Zhengyue smiled.

  Although I don't know where this group of people got these good things, but these things are indeed what they need.

  Livestock and human feces are also a kind of fertilizer after heating, but the nitrogen content is not enough, and the comprehensive fertility is obviously not as good as the struvite that has been precipitated by time and washed by rain.

   Often a handful of bird droppings is worth a large bucket of cow dung. And if the latter is used, it must be mixed with urea and sprinkled together.

  Brown Farm itself is not capable of producing high-quality urea in large quantities. Using urine directly will not only burn the roots, but also easily cause soil compaction when mixed with manure.

   Therefore, they often import synthetic and organic fertilizers from Boulder City or Honghe Town, and mix them with fermented manure.

   Not just the Brown Farm, but the entire area around Qingquan City, and almost all the survivors who farmed the land lived together.

   "Make an offer!"

   "We only brought 300 kilograms here. If you give me a sincere price, we can cooperate in the future."

  One mu of land needs about tens of catties of organic fertilizer, which cannot be generalized according to the differences in crops, soil conditions, fertilizer types, and expected harvests.

   Judging from the pre-war map, the area of ​​the entire farm is not that big. It can make up 80 to 100 acres of arable land, which is equivalent to 7 to 9 standard playgrounds.

  Of course, it is not ruled out that they are engaged in three-dimensional agriculture and indoor planting. After all, similar technologies were not uncommon before the war.

  Chu Guang couldn't guess their needs, so he simply asked them to quote by themselves.

   After hesitating for a moment, Liu Zhengyue tentatively said.

   "How about 300 kg... 2 tons of green wheat?"

  Hearing this number, Chu Guang couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

   It's my fault that I didn't speak first.

  The wholesale price ratio he found on the Internet on the other side of the earth is about 1:5, and his psychological expectation is about 1:6~7.

   Now it seems that the prices in the parallel world have no reference value at all.

   Chu Guang looked at him and said.

   "Minimum 5 tons."

   "5 tons?! This is impossible," Liu Zhengyue exclaimed, "Our yield per mu of land is only 500 catties of green wheat."

   "That's because you didn't use our fertilizer, and it will be 1,000 catties from next year."

  The yield of this mutant crop is not good...

   In other words, it would be great if we could get the pre-war seed bank.

  If you compare the standard wheat, the yield of one mu of land on the earth in the parallel world is at least 600 catties. It is not a problem to be as high as thousands of catties, but tens of thousands of catties must be bragging.

  Chu Guang thought in his heart, his own shelter is fine, there must be some seeds in stock in those normal shelters, right?

   I don't know whether it was because of the distance or the climate that the pre-war crops did not become popular in the wasteland.

   Or is it just in this area?

"Are you dreaming? One thousand catties per mu?" Liu Zhengyue stared wide-eyed, shaking her head and said, "Friends, if you are really sincere, 3 tons... This is the bottom line I can accept. We have stable suppliers A large supply, do you think your struvite is irreplaceable?"

"But it is definitely the most cost-effective, and I don't think they will sell it to you cheaply when they ship it all the way," Chu Guang looked at him and said, "1 kg is exchanged for 12 kg of grain, and it will come early this winter." Now, this is my biggest concession."

   "We will also supply a large amount of this stuff next year. If you can't accept the price, I'd rather go back the same way and sell it to a passing merchant."

  The struvites by the Linghu Lake are scattered in the shoals on the south side and extend to the east side. The reserves are not rich, but there are definitely a lot of them. It takes a little time and manpower to dig them out.

  Chu Guang didn't know why these survivors didn't find that Fengshui treasure land, but anyway it belonged to his territory now.

  Liu Zhengyue hesitated for a while, but finally nodded.

   "Okay, you better not lie to me... Next spring, we need 3 tons of struvite, which will be used during the planting season. Where are you? Qingquan City or the surrounding area? If it's not far away, we can come to pick up the goods."

   "There is no need for that. When this winter is over, we will naturally deliver the goods to your door."

  Chu Guang smiled and extended his right hand.

   "Then wish us a happy cooperation."

  Although there was pain on her face, Liu Zhengyue still squeezed out a smile and held the hand he extended.

   “…pleasant to work with.”

  (end of this chapter)