This Game Is Too Realistic-Chapter 79.2

"Steel breastplate! Do you want to have the same breastplate as the marauders? It won't cost you 99 silver, only 2. With two silver coins, you can take home the legendary melee artifacts!"

Trading between players was worth promoting, but it also depended on the situation and location.

Seeing that these players who were shouting prices had blocked the road and caused traffic, Chu Guang could no longer ignore it. He stepped forward, cleared his throat, and said to the group of players.

"It is forbidden to block the roads in the outpost. If there is a demand for trade, please go to the market in front of the north gate."

"This is not a place to set up a stall!"

Hearing the administrator's speech, the players dispersed immediately and rushed to the north gate outside the base to continue the unfinished transaction.

With the departure of these players, the weapon shop finally became deserted.

"Can I take a holiday? There is only one gun left on the shelf." Xia Yan asked expectantly when she looked at Chu Guang walking towards her.

The weather was getting colder and colder. She was shivering even in a deerskin coat. It was hard to take a nap.

Compared to staying outside, Xia Yan wanted to enjoy the heating in the shelter.

Sleeping there was much more comfortable than outside!

"Of course not. Your job is not just to sell guns."

Rejecting her request mercilessly, Chu Guang smiled and continued.

"I need you to make at least 100 bullets before you get off work. If you can't, I'm afraid that I can only let you sleep in the weapon shop tonight."

Xia Yan's eyes widened and exclaimed.

"You can't do this, I’ll freeze to death!"

"Stop pretending, if you can freeze to death before the temperature drops below zero, how did you survive in the past? Didn't Luca also sleep in the hut next to the warehouse? Don't worry, I will prepare a warm blanket for you, and plenty of charcoal. But remember not to close the door too tightly when burning that thing, it will be safer to leave gaps."

Looking at the poor Xia Yan, Chu Guang had an innocent expression on his face, "Don't look at me like that, I'm also doing this for your own good, lest you get too bored and doze off. You may catch a cold when you fall asleep here."

"You big profiteer! Black-hearted boss! I would be a fool if I believed you!"

Seeing that it was useless to pretend to be pitiful, Xia Yan exposed her true nature and gritted her teeth for a while. After all, she couldn't do anything to Chu Guang.

Her intuition told her that he would really do it.

"Okay...100, right? I'll do it!"

"That's great. People have to work while they are alive, so don't think too much; at least it is not a life-threatening job to make bullets… if you are careful," Chu Guang reminded her with a caring tone as he looked at Xia Yan, who had a frustrated expression on her face, "By the way, I will spot check the quality. I advise you not to do it carelessly."

"Of course, if your performance is very good, for example... you complete 50 extra bullets and the quality is decent, I will reward you."

As soon as she heard the reward, Xia Yan, who was still frustrated for a second, restored her energy instantly and looked up hopefully.

"What reward? Chocolate?"

"No chocolate, but there are still a few chocolate-flavored lollipops."

This woman is totally in love with chocolate...

Seeing Xia Yan picking up tools swiftly and already immersed in work, Chu Guang nodded in satisfaction, and finally left without worries.

On the other side, the players in front of the north gate did not delay even a moment after completing the transaction. They all rushed outside Linghu Wetland Park under the stimulation of the bounty.

They spread north along the viaduct, searching for the marauders' footprints.

Cha, who was lurking in the north of the abandoned construction site, was terribly scared, afraid that they would startle those survivors which would affect their planned offense at night. He led the people back a kilometer before stopping.

Although it was a pity that no marauders were found and only some mutant mice, cockroaches, and hyenas were caught, these little players did not get nothing. They still captured a lot of prey before it was dark to fill up the granaries.

Compared to a week ago, the difficulty of hunting was indeed much higher now.

There were signs that the migrating deer were leaving the northern outskirts of Qingquan City, and were moving south along the edge of the city.

The weather was so cold that even the hyenas didn't want to come out from their dens.

It was already a bit unrealistic to expect to see mutant hyenas wandering in the wild like before.

What players encountered more often in the city were Crunchers who had no hunting value.

As it got darker and earlier, these photophobic mutants became more active than before, and this has also brought a lot of difficulty to the players in hunting.

They would emerge from the shadows like zombies, and after locking the prey, they would swarm up, which was difficult to deal with in the narrow urban terrain and ruined terrain.

The night gradually deepened.

The urban area outside the wetland park was the first to be shrouded in darkness.

The players who went out returned one after another, and the outpost became lively.

As before, these players set up stalls in front of the north gate, yelling and trading today's gains with others.

The players who were more mindful and active were no longer just selling materials. They started catering as well.

For example, Ya Ya who was selling mushrooms.

This player was getting more and more clever. She bought a big pot, set up the campfire with charcoal, and simmered it directly at the stall in front of the north gate.

The price was 2 copper coins for grilled mushrooms, and 3 copper coins for a bowl of mushroom soup—with the added condition of bringing your own bowl.

"Mushrooms, fresh and delicious mushroom soup, and grilled mushrooms."

There was a large circle of people in front of the stall.

"Boss Ya Ya, can your mushroom dance?"

"Can it sing the Great Compassion Mantra?"

"Can it be released once it's cooked?"

"Can you stew a Pimon in the pot?"

"Boss Ya Ya, can you cook yourself in an iron pot?"

"Do you want me to die!!"

It must be said that the taste of this mushroom soup was so fragrant that even Chu Guang couldn't help but buy two bowls, with one bowl being brought to Xia Yan.

After sitting in front of the weapon shop and making bullets for a whole day, Xia Yan's fingers were red and her stomach growled, feeling mistreated in her heart.

Seeing the warm mushroom soup that Chu Guang handed over, she was moved to tears. She picked up the bowl and slurped up.

"What kind of soup is this! Oh, it's so delicious!"

Chu Guang had a kind smile on his face.

"A bowl of ordinary mushroom soup. It's my treat."

"Are you that kind?" Xia Yan held the bowl in her hand and looked at him suspiciously. "I always feel that something is fishy. Are you hiding something from me."

"Am I that kind of person?"

Seeing that she licked the bowl clean, Chu Guang waited for a while before picking up his bowl and taking a sip.

Mhm.

The taste is really good. It tastes like chicken soup. Is it the legendary chanterelle mushroom? Unexpectedly, there are still many good things in this forest.

The only unsatisfactory thing is that it doesn't have enough salt.

...

Outside the wall.

Forty players carrying shovels finally received today's wages after completing the last of the shovelling in the trenches.

A total of 10 silver coins, plus 100 contribution points.

For novices, this income could be said to be very good.

[Hold_the_sword_execution], who was standing on the edge of the trench with the shovel inserted before his feet, was excited, and said to these new players in an impassioned voice.

"Congratulations, you have proven your loyalty with your actions!"

"Look around you, this trench will become our most solid first line of defense, and this was built with everyone's effort!"

With a passionate voice, this brother said everything Chu Guang originally wanted to say.

After thinking about it, Chu Guang had nothing to add. He walked up to the players who had dirty but joyful faces, and made a summary expertly.

"Welcome to the wasteland."

"From now on, this will be your second home."

Then, he dismissed everyone.

The newbies rushed to the market at the north gate, eager to spend the money they got.

Many people were already hungry.

Digging trenches here didn't provide food. In reality, no one would take this kind of work!

The excitement continued until late at night, and as the door closed, the loud noise gradually subsided.

Guards patrolled on the wall.

Inside the wall was a lively industrial area.

Chu Guang, who was sitting on the third floor of the nursing home, yawned. He glanced at the time behind Little Seven. Surprisingly, it was twelve o'clock.

Midnight.

The first round of shifts late at night has already begun.

Chu Guang stood up from the chair made by Mosquito for him, stretched out, reached out and picked up Little Seven.

"Let's take you to recharge."

"Master."

"What's wrong?"

"521 meters from our north wall, there are about 11 people. There are also 10 people who have circled to our northwest side and are still moving to the west in a straight line distance of 611 meters."

"... What?" Chu Guang, who was holding Little Seven, was stunned, stretched his neck subconsciously, and glanced out the window, "Why didn't I see anything?"

Little Seven tilted the camera and answered naturally.

"Because my camera can capture infrared light. Generally speaking, most cameras can, right?"

"...?"

Damn it?

Sneak attack?

Chu Guang, who was originally a little sleepy, was no longer sleepy in an instant.

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