Chapter 50: Hard-working Players
Anyway, let's focus on Ya Ya. When she walked out of the shelter with a downcast face and stepped on the open space in front of the nursing home, she was shocked by the sight in front of her.
"This... Is the map updated?!"
What appeared before her was a scene that she had never seen before!
Now, there was a three-meter-high concrete wall around the nursing home with cement blocks and gravel slag forming a slope on the inside of the concrete wall.
The top of the wall had simple covers made of the hood removed from the waste car and the aluminum alloy strips picked up from the wasteland, looking quite cyberpunk.
Not only the wall, but in front of the nursing home were two new structures, one large and one small.
There were wooden signs hanging on each door, one of them titled Weapon Shop and the other titled Bathhouse.
She hadn't been online for three days, but it felt like a century had passed.
The changes in this version update were too big.
Ya Ya looked dumbfounded.
After a while, she found the gate. When she walked past the exit, she happened to see two players standing next to it, using hammers and nails to fix the sharpened wooden stakes in a row.
"What are you doing?" Ya Ya approached them and asked curiously.
The two players didn't look up, still busy hammering the stakes energetically.
I_have_to_go_to_the_bathroom: "Making fences and obstacles. We got the mission from the woodworking cabin! But it only requires two people, so you're late."
Who_will_smell_my_athlete's_foot: "That's right! Building obstacles will get 5 silver coins and 50 contribution points! If someone attacks, we can push the fence to the gate. Even if they break the wooden gate, we can still surround them with a fence, and then shoot them from far away! It's very easy to use!"
"By the way, do we have to make such a complicated fence? The mission board only says that we need to lay two wooden stakes horizontally."
"You don't know shit! What I'm making is a wooden anti-tank barrage that is similar to the obstacles used in the Second World War! If conditions allow, we can wrap it with barbed wire in the future. Not to mention a few trash marauders, even the green-skinned muscular guys will be trapped inside and slaughtered like chickens."
"Keep bragging. It's just a fence, do you really think that it would block tanks?"
While talking, the two players seemed to quarrel about the practicality of this fortification.
Ya Ya was completely confused.
Silver coins?
Is it the currency that was updated recently?
‘What is the mission of the Woodworking Cabin? Didn't we always check the missions on the plastic board before?'
Ya Ya thought in her heart.
‘It seems that this update has changed quite a bit…'
‘In any case, I have to quickly finish the punishment task and restore my citizenship; lest I won't be able to experience this version before the next comes.'
Thinking of this, Ya Ya 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 in the nursing home had been collected and stored in a wooden shed.
When she approached, she found a player sitting at a wooden table. There was a notepad on the table with a pen beside it.
Seeing Ya Ya coming, the player raised his eyes and said in surprise.
"Huh? You're alive?"
Ya Ya was dazed.
"You know me?"
The player said with a smile on his face.
"Of course, how can I not recognize you? Since the beginning of the closed alpha, you're the only player who died."
Ya Ya wanted to hit him so badly but felt that she might not be able to win the fight, so she gave him an angry look.
"Go away, I want to get a bucket."
"One small barrel costs one copper coin, while one large barrel costs two copper coins."
"Huh?" Ya Ya's eyes widened in shock. "Do you want money for that rubbish?"
Why doesn't he rob a bank instead?
"Miss, I didn't make this rule. I just work here." The player made a helpless expression and played with the oily pen in his hand. "If you have any comments, go speak to the NPC."
"But I just respawned, how can I have money?" Ya Ya didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Brother, can you just make an exception? I will return it as soon as I'm done with my mission?"
"No, no, I'll be punished if I don't follow the rules." The player's head shook like a monkey drum, "Didn't all the players receive 5 copper coins in this update? It's not expensive anyway, you can just buy one directly."
Ya Ya was stunned.
"Ah?! Receive money? Why didn't I receive it?"
The player was obviously also confused, scratching the back of his head.
"Uh… Is it because of the favorability setting?" The player thought of a possibility, "Did you offend the NPC?" The player asked.
Hearing about the dropped favorability, Ya Ya almost cried.
‘Damn it!'
‘I have already been punished, why do I have to lose my favorability?'
At this moment, a voice came from behind.
"I'll pay for her."
Ya Ya turned her head abruptly and saw a shorty holding a stack of thick animal skin coats walk to the warehouse table before placing the heavy goods on the wooden table.
"Huff, huff... There are 2 in total, please check it."
"Okay."
The player opened the notebook in his hand and wrote a line of words on it with the pen.
[...On the day of..., "Tailor" Teng Teng completed 2 hyena fur coats. ]
After becoming a tailor, as long as she completed a certain number of orders every day, in addition to the guaranteed basic salary, she could get a reward of 2 silver coins for every finished coat.
Of course, players could also buy animal skins, fibers and other materials from the warehouse to make their own coats, and then sell them to other players or warehouses.
Equivalent to being self-employed.
The profit of a coat made in this way ranged from about 1 to 5 silver coins. And if the quality was particularly good, when everyone had money, there may be players who buy it for a big price.
Teng Teng intended to wait for her skills to become more proficient, save some money to buy a piece of land, and open a clothing store at the front entrance of the nursing home.
After all, it was more profitable to open a shop herself than to work for an NPC.
"Teng Teng..."
After recovering, Ya Ya grabbed Teng Teng's arm with moved tears in her eyes.
Unexpectedly, after she respawned, the only one who offered a helping hand was actually Teng Teng who had quarreled with her.
Feeling embarrassed by her gaze, Teng Teng blushed and took back her hands.
"... Don't look at me that way, it's just a copper coin, and it's not much money. You can pay me back in the future!"
"Sorry, I was wrong before, you are really a kind person!"
"... Well, I didn't keep that in mind. Anyway, please work hard. I have to leave now to make clothes."
After leaving a copper coin on the table, Teng Teng held the animal skins piled up in wooden baskets and turned around to leave, but Ya Ya took it over and said enthusiastically.
"Let me help you!"
"No need, you can focus on doing your own thing. I can do this myself."
Teng Teng felt very troubled and stretched out her hand to get the things back, but due to the height problem she couldn't reach, and was dodged by Ya Ya nimbly.
Raising the wooden basket in her hand, the enthusiastic Ya Ya said with a grin.
"How can you do it! You're so small, how can I let you take so many things? Where is your workstation? I'll help you send it there."
"..."
Why does she talk like she deserves a punch in the face?
Teng Teng's face darkened, and her shoulders trembled lightly.
Her fists became hard!
...
Woodworking cabin.
Brother Mosquito, who was sitting on the stool with a stalk of grass in his mouth, skillfully fixed the two pieces of wood with tools with both hands and sandwiched the aluminum alloy flakes picked from the wasteland.
After stringing a bowstring tanned from the tendons of the mutant hyena, a simple wooden bow was completed.
"Done."
Another order was completed, and 2 silver coins were received.
Mosquito hung the wooden bow on a shelf aside, waiting for other players to choose them.
In fact, in a strict sense, these simple processes were far from enough to make a real hunting bow.
Mosquito had heard that to make a good hunting bow, even the humidity of the wood used in the bow handle also had strict requirements.
That being said, for players who didn't have guns, this thing was already pretty good. Within thirty steps, there was no problem killing a mutant hyena.
Of course, the premise was that they were able to hit it.
Anyway, Mosquito himself could not do it.
"20 wooden bows. They're required to be able to shoot through the skull of a mutant hyena within 20 meters... I'm afraid that this order will be completed the day after tomorrow."
Mosquito murmured and glanced at the bottles and jars he had placed on the corner of the table.
It contained the saltpetre he extracted from the soil. The bottle next to it was gypsum powder containing calcium sulfate, and the bucket of black lumps under the shelf was charcoal.
Originally, he planned to get the black powder out first today, but the reward given by the administrator's mission was really good.
As long as he made 5 wooden bows a day, he would get a guaranteed salary, and could get a commission of 2 silver coins for each wooden bow.
"Forget it, let me make money first..."
It was not good to always do chemical experiments in the woodworking cabin.
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.
This is not much more interesting than carpentry!
At this time, the door of the woodworking cabin was pushed open, and Ample Time, who had bought a bow from him earlier, walked in with purposeful strides.
"I need 20 more arrows!"
"You ran out so soon?" Looking at Ample Time covered in blood, Mosquito was stunned and said, "Did you forget that those arrows can be recycled?"
"I know, but are you sure those arrows can still be used?" Ample Time put the quiver on the table with a depressed look.
In there, a pile of broken arrows fell out of the quiver.
Sitting on the stool next to him, he sighed and then complained, "The quality of this thing is really bad!"
Mosquito picked up the quiver, drew an arrow and took a look before he stroked his chin and said.
"Mhm... After a rational analysis, I think it should be an advantage to be able to leave the arrow in the body of the prey. But it is indeed like you said, when hunting… the loss is a bit high, I'll think about how to improve it."
These arrows are all made of sharpened metal sheets fixed to a wooden shaft with turpentine. The quality was really not good.
"I'm counting on you!"
"Don't worry about it. It's my job anyway."
Mosquito counted 20 arrows from the shelf beside him and handed them to Ample Time's hands.
The price of 1 arrow was 2 copper coins, and 20 arrows were 4 silver. Ample Time took out 4 silver coins from his pocket without hesitation, and lined them up on the table lavishly.
This was what he got in exchange for the prey he just brought.
"Thanks brother."
"You're welcome, I wish you a happy hunting." Mosquito smiled and waved at Ample Time, who walked out the door. "By the way, do you want to try my new weapon? I promise it'll be very useful."
Hearing this, Ample Time, who had just walked to the door, almost tripped over the door frame and fell.
"Ahem, definitely next time!"
He didn't want to risk his life to test Mosquito's weapon.
Thinking of the "hell shower" designed by this guy before, Ample Time, who stood firmly on the door frame, didn't even dare to look back, and walked away with a quiver.
Mosquito touched his nose and looked puzzled.
"Does it need such an exaggeration?"
He originally planned to install a bayonet on his "Hellfire 0.1". ...................................................................................................................................
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