This Game Is Too Realistic

"Big Brother Chu… Huh, what are you carrying on your back?"

"It’s a weapon," Chu Guang didn’t want to spend time explaining it, so he changed the subject decisively, "Are you here to exchange things?"

Yu Hu nodded, and said timidly, "Mhm, my elder brother and I killed a deer and want to come to you to exchange for some stuff. But I don’t understand what they said, and I don’t know what to do... Fortunately, you came back!"

Glancing at the prey, it didn’t look small.

"It’s okay, I’ll give you a pass later... Forget it, I’ll give it to you now."

With that, Chu Guang took out the small notebook, drew a few strokes on it with a marker, and handed it to Yu Hu. "Keep it safe, if someone stops you in the future, just show it to them."

The paper and pen produced by the Shelter were still a bit difficult to forge.

The characters on the pass were all written in Chinese, and there was his signature on it. It was not so easy for most people to imitate.

Out of caution, Chu Guang also wrote a number on it. In the future, in case there was a need to give it to others, it would be easy to know who the pass originally belonged to.

In the future, if he had the conditions, he would print an anti-counterfeiting code.

Yu Hu couldn’t understand what was written on it, so he carefully put it away and nodded.

Then Chu Guang pointed to Luca, the old slave next to him, and said, "From now on, he will take charge of the warehouse. You can hand over the prey to him, and he will help you find someone to deal with it."

Although Old Luca was confused, he nodded respectfully.

According to his experience, there was no need to interrupt when his master was talking with guests. If there was something that he needed to do, his master would naturally discuss it with him afterward.

If not, then that meant there was no need for him to do it.

It was the first time that Yu Hu had seen this person. He didn’t know the man’s identity, so he nodded with a friendly smile. "Okay."

"It just so happens that I’m going to the warehouse, you two come with me." Without spending much time talking at the gate, Chu Guang took the two and the caravan to the warehouse.

The reindeer had just been killed. There was an arrow that pierced its throat. Chu Guang asked the player, who was the warehouse keeper, to weigh it. He then sent it to the butcher to be slaughtered and its meat cut.

Tomato Eggs was now more and more comfortable doing this job, and he even had two apprentices with him.

Most of the mutated reindeer’s offal was inedible. For one, there was no spice that could cover the smell, and another was that no one was certain what they could’ve eaten when they were alive.

Even though they were herbivores and did not eat carrion like hyenas, they were not domestic animals after all. Some plants and fungi that were harmful to humans would have remained in their digestive system to some extent.

If it was not a constitution type player, there was no need to take that risk.

The two brothers Yu Hu and Yu Xiong watched curiously. It was not that they had never seen a butcher slaughter meat, it was the first time they saw the people in blue coats slaughtering so skillfully.

Peeling, removing tendons, taking meat, the butcher in a blue coat didn’t even blink his eyes. The fast moving knife didn’t seem to touch the bones, and the dropped bones didn’t even have any meat attached to it. ȑ𝒶₦Ó𝖇ËS

It’s absolutely amazing.

"The old butcher on Baker Street won’t let us watch him cut up meat. When I learn this, I will open a slaughterhouse in front of my house in the future. The business will definitely be good," Yu Hu said excitedly to his elder brother.

Yu Xiong shook his head. "Save your energy. Even if you want to open one, don’t open it at our door. I plan to have a child next year. It will probably scare Xiaoyu, let alone my kid."

Yu Hu scratched his head out of embarrassment. "Oh, okay, then I will open the opposite of Old Charlie’s grocery store, there are more people there."

After a while, all the edible meat was put on the chopping board, and the inedible meat was poured into the plastic bucket next to it.

Tomato Eggs hung the knife aside, put the meat into the container, weighed it on the scale, and looked at the administrator.

"Exactly a hundred kilograms. It’s quite a lot."

Chu Guang nodded and instructed him to take twenty percent of the meat, with the leftovers and skins such as tendons and bones, and placed all the remaining meat into the plastic bags brought by the two brothers of the Yu Family.

"In a moment, you go to the warehouse to fetch three hundred grams of coarse salt."

The price of salt at the outpost had been adjusted, and now the price of coarse salt that had not been completely purified was one silver coin per fifty grams, which had dropped slightly.

The price of refined salt was five times that of coarse salt, so to say, one silver coin per ten grams, which was a bit higher than before. If it was the kind with buffs, it would float up to fifty percent of the basic price.

However, regardless of whether there was a buff or not, it was not sold externally. It was only for players, and this could be regarded as a kind of welfare for them.

If calculated by the price of salt, Chu Guang’s payment for this deer skin was almost equivalent to 6 silver coins.

If calculated by transaction costs, this figure was probably less than one-third. After all, most of the coarse salt was “wholesale” from the merchant from Red River Town with dried meat and the average cost of a kilogram of coarse salt was only three kilograms of dried meat.

However, the two brothers of the Yu Family were still very happy. It was already a very good thing for them to be able to get salt that was not mixed with sand.

In fact, Chu Guang gave quite a generous amount, which could be eaten for a few more days!

It was great when all sides benefited!

Full of gratitude, the two brothers thanked Chu Guang, carried their eighty kilograms of venison and three hundred grams of coarse salt, and left happily.

Chu Guang called Luca, who had been following him, and said, "If those Players in blue coats come to hand in their prey, you don’t need to weigh them. Hyenas are worth 5 silver coins each and reindeers are 12 silver coins each. The prey will be butchered, and the meat will be smoked and then sent to the granary for storage."

"If it’s a hunter from outside like the man just now, you will take him to the butcher like I did earlier. Take twenty percent of the meat, the bones, and skins, and give back eighty percent, and then give them an additional three hundred grams of coarse salt, understand?"

Luca was a very smart guy. Although he didn’t know what being a Player meant, he remembered what he had to do. He immediately nodded when he understood.

"Yes."

Chu Guang nodded in satisfaction.

The next moment, he recalled something and took out 2 coins from his pocket. One of them was silver in color and the other was a dull yellow.

"These are silver coins and copper coins. Remember them clearly. I will teach you some simple everyday language in a while so you can communicate with the people here. It doesn’t matter if you don’t understand it, you only do what you should do, say what you should say."

Luca stared at Chu Guang in confusion for a while before bobbing his head vigorously. "Understood!"

"Very well, that’s pretty much all you need to do. You stay here and familiarize yourself with the work environment first. I’ll teach you other things later."

Luca stood in place very honestly, guarding the part-time warehouse keeper player, though he had made the latter feel uncomfortable for a while.

Chu Guang was satisfied with his attitude.

This new NPC was not bad. Sure enough, what you pay is what you get. Even though it had cost him one chip, it was better than the crazy Xia Yan who he got for free.

Just look at that dumb woman… She could even fall asleep when trying to memorize a book. Moreover, she would get lazy as soon as she finished the task that had been assigned to her. She wouldn’t even want to move an inch unless he threatened to beat her up. Surprisingly, she was very popular on the forum.

Even until now, Chu Guang still couldn’t figure out why she was so popular.

At this moment, Xia Yan, who was dozing off in front of the weapon shop, sneezed all of sudden.

Sniffing her nose, she raised her red forehead blankly and stretched her neck to look around like a groundhog just waking up.

Seeing that there was no business in the shop as usual and that no one came to check the post, Xia Yan was relieved. She wrapped the fur coat around her body and then went back to napping.

Perhaps, it was because there was no hope to return to her old work, and her future gloomy and bleak, that she would admit that she had indeed become a little lax recently. She even lost her inherent vigilance.

Although this place was not as lively as Boulder Town, the deerskin coat she was wearing was indeed quite warm. It was not only made of good deerskin, but it was also handmade.

If it was in Boulder Town, it would definitely cost a lot of chips.

Chips… Wine… Chocolate…

As she thought about it, her saliva flowed uncontrollably.

...

Back in the Woodworking Cabin.

When Chu Guang found Mosquito, he found that he was standing in front of a half-person-height wooden box, fully concentrating on what he was making.

"What are you doing?"

Hearing the sound coming from behind, Mosquito put down the tool in his hand and clapped his hands. He turned back to look at the administrator, and said with joy,

"Dear administrator, I am designing a new weapon!"

"...A new weapon?"

"Yes! After the last battle, I found that we urgently need a support weapon that can unleash a massive amount of firepower toward the enemy’s position within a few seconds!"

Speaking excitedly, Mosquito then pointed at the honeycomb-shaped wooden box in front of him.

"This is Tempest 0.1! It’s designed for this!"

IS THIS A FUCKING CLUSTER ROCKET?!

But there was nothing inside, and the most important component, the rocket, had not been made yet.

After staring straight at the thing for a while, Chu Guang couldn’t help but say, "... I remember that you made something 0.2 last time. Why did you change back to 0.1?"

"Ah, that is Hellfire, it’s a different series."

Mosquito looked slightly embarrassed, but soon this embarrassment was replaced by excitement again, “Please listen to me! This thing may look primitive, but I can guarantee that it will be very, very, useful!”

"According to the plan I designed, it can launch all fifty rockets carrying black powder, acetone and wood tar within ten seconds, and it can cover a part of the battlefield within a hundred-meter radius!"

Covering a hundred meters doesn’t seem that bad…

However, leaving the coverage radius and accuracy aside,

Chu Guang was worried that it would explode and affect the region behind it.

"Rockets? Are you sure?"

"Uh, yes! Although the propellant is black powder, the effect should be similar… I think." Mosquito’s eyes drifted to one side unnaturally, and with a smile, he continued, "According to my design, the propulsion part of each rocket is about one kilogram. After adding flame retardant, the working time can theoretically be extended six to eight seconds, and it can generate a thrust of three and a half to five kilograms and deliver one to one and a half kilograms of projectiles without any problems!"

"I plan to use wood tar, acetone purified by vaporization of firewood, and black powder for the payload so that it can burn after exploding!"

Chu Guang’s eyelids twitched.

What the flying f… He was using projectiles to power projectiles! It’s great if he manages to do it, but what if he fails? It’s going to be game over for all of us!

With a low cough, Chu Guang cautioned, "For urban warfare, this might not have enough power, and I feel that it’s very dangerous. I still suggest you try to obtain nitrocellulose. It’s way more powerful.”

The detonation speed of black powder was only six hundred, and the smokeless powder can reach two thousand, there was no problem with residual powder.

It was said that the famous Katyusha BM-13 series rockets used smokeless gunpowder as the propellant in the early days. Later, viscous nitroglycerin was used as a plasticizer and mixed with nitrocellulose to make a double-base solid propellant...

Black powder… It was only good for making bombs. Using it to make rockets was going to be difficult.

"You are right," Mosquito murmured, stroking his chin, "Tsk, if only I could get a gas tank."

Chu Guang always felt that the dude was full of dangerous ideas. It was difficult to tell if there was really a gas tank in their era. If there really wasn’t, he wouldn’t have to worry too much.

"Let’s leave this aside for the time being... I need you to make three single beds for me."

"Okay, by the way, is it in a hurry?"

Chu Guang thought about it for a while. "At least make one before the evening, can it be done?"

Brother Mosquito stroked his chin and said, "There should be no problem."

It takes time to develop weapons. However, if it’s carpentry, anyone with hands can do it!