This Game Is Too Realistic

Chapter 62.1: You Saved Our Family

Chapter 62: You Saved Our Family

Chu Guang didn't see what expression Ya Ya had when she stepped into the mutant leech lair.

But when she appeared at the door of the warehouse carrying a large bag of mushrooms, her face was filled with joy.

Looking at a sack full of blue mushrooms, Chu Guang couldn't help being surprised.

"So much?"

Panting Ya Ya nodded vigorously, and said with a smile,

"I went in three times! I almost got bitten, eh."

Chu Guang: "..."

'Three times?!'

'This is too brave.'

There's no way he would dare to do it.

After weighing, a sack of mushrooms totaled 70 kilograms.

This number far exceeded Chu Guang's expectations.

According to his original estimate, she would be able to pick up about forty to fifty kilograms, but he did not expect that she could actually pick up to seventy kilograms.

"A total of 560 copper coins, equivalent to 56 silver coins. In addition, there are 700 contribution points..."

'Did I give too much?'

'Forget it.'

'After all, she had risked her life to earn it.'

Hearing the numbers read from the administrator's mouth, Ya Ya jumped up excitedly, shaking her fists excitedly.

"Hell, yeah!"

"I'm rich now, hahaha!"

Chu Guang: "..."

Although I am an NPC, can you find a place where you can get all excited alone?

The thickness of a silver coin was less than 2 millimeters, and 50 pieces in a stack were about 9-10 centimeters. Compared with the small vault of the shelter, it was only a drop in the ocean.

After getting paid, Ya Ya hummed happily and left. While Chu Guang, who was standing at the door of the warehouse, stroked his chin and thought in his heart.

At present, the richest players were probably Old White and Ample Time. Their strength and understanding of the game were almost the first echelon among players.

During this period of time, they have been hunting all the time, and they have almost figured out the areas with the highest prey activity in the vicinity. Their daily income has risen from fifty-two silver coins to as high as 100 silver coins. Even if the hunting income was unstable, they should have saved a lot of money recently.

For safety reasons, Chu Guang checked the players' lockers every day.

Not surprisingly, the Bull and Horse team should be able to save up to 200 silver coins today to raise funds to buy the land closest to the resurrection point.

In addition to them, the deposits of other players were also rising steadily. Even if buying wooden weapons, iron weapons, leather protective gear, warm coats, tools, and food would consume some, the players with the least deposits still saved more than ten silver coins.

"Perhaps I should update the 'bank' function."

This would not only save players' storage space, but also redistribute the silver coins they have deposited back to them.

The more Chu Guang thought about it, the more it made sense, he immediately took out the notebook in his pocket and wrote it down.

'When there is a chance, this function must be arranged!'

...

While storing the mushrooms in the warehouse, Chu Guang checked the warehouse inventory along the way.

Excluding the part consumed by trading with Red River Town's dealer, the remaining amount of dried meat was close to 700 kg. After deducting the daily consumption, about 100-200 kg could be stored every day, and more than half of it was contributed by the Bull and Horse team.

Today was the twentieth.

If luck was not too bad, by the end of the month, the inventory should have two thousand kg of dried meat, and half of it would at least be able to exchange for five tons of grains.

Based on the consumption of 150 grams of meat and three hundred grams of rice per person per day, one thousand kilograms of air-dried meat was enough for one hundred people to consume for fifty days, and five tons of grain was enough for one hundred people to consume for 142 days.

Of course, these were ideal conditions. It was not surprising that there was a deviation of more than twenty percent between the actual situation and the theoretical estimate. After all, the amount of food required was also related to the amount of exercise. Without exercise, even one meal a day would not be a problem.

"...If I want to increase the number of players in the closed test to one hundred, I must double the theoretical estimate of food reserves. Especially for meat… It would be great if players could still catch prey during winter, but if they couldn’t catch anything, it would be very troublesome.”

'But from another perspective, maybe I don’t need so much food at that time?'

'When it's too cold, there is no need for everyone to go online, or even every day.'

'And if it is in the dormant state, the materials consumed by the clone will be greatly reduced, and the longest can even be without food for 7 consecutive days.'

'It's just that the players may not be happy to be absent from work for such a long time, they would definitely complain on the official website again.'

However, Chu Guang also thought of a countermeasure. When that happened, he would just say that the server needs to be shut down for maintenance.

'How can there be unmaintained servers?'

'This is reasonable.'

Looking at the account book in his hand, Chu Guang was thinking about the future of the shelter, and at this moment, a player trotted in from outside.

"Administrator, some natives are here!"

'Natives?'

Chu Guang looked away from the account book, slightly confused.

'Sun Shiqi had just left, so it was unlikely to be him.'

'So who could it be?'

After returning the account book to the player who was working as the warehouse clerk, Chu Guang looked at the other one who reported to him and asked,

"How many of them are there and from which direction?"

"South! There are two men and a girl!"

'South?'

Hearing this direction, Chu Guang already guessed who they were...

...

At the south gate of the outpost.

The old man with wrinkles on his face and wearing an animal fur coat looked up at the concrete wall hundreds of meters wide, his muddy pupils filled with shock and surprise.

The last time he came to Linghu Wetland Park seemed to be two years ago.

The scavengers on Bett Street mainly explored the south, unless they were hunting, they would rarely follow the Viaduct out of the city to the north. After all, there might be marauders who had often robbed the passing caravans.

As for Linghu Wetland Park, it was probably a blind spot that people who went out scavenging and hunting would miss.

There were not many prey to be hunted here, not much trash to pick up, and almost no survivors would visit, especially.

Unexpectedly, someone built a survivor stronghold in this forest!

Although the three-meter-high concrete wall looked a little shorter, it was new and strong. Compared with the repaired broken wall on Bett Street, it looked much safer.

Near the gate of the wall, some shelter residents in blue coats stood.

The old man mustered his courage and called out.

"I'm here to meet your administrator."

No one responded to him.

Those people just watched and whispered impolitely, but the old man couldn't tell whether their eyes were kind or malicious.

'It seemed...

...more like pure curiosity?'

"...Are you sure it's here?"

The old man looked at the second son next to him, hesitation in his eyes.