This Game Is Too Realistic

Time flies so fast...

On the beach in front of Yiren's Tavern, there are many pergolas.

Looking at the oncoming sea breeze and the slightly slanted sunset, Irena, who was sitting on a small bench by the beach, wiped a handful of roasted oily lizard thighs, with a look of satisfaction and satisfaction on her face.

The Elf King Fugui was drinking tons of beer not far away, competing with the brothers of the Jungle Corps who could drink better... This rookie of the agility department has never won.

Boss Yi Ren standing behind the bar finally faced his special hobbies honestly, and put on maid outfits designed by Fujiteng Hut together with a group of beautiful Moon Clan girls.

What's surprising is that the booing guys thought it would be very eye-catching, but they didn't expect this guy to be surprisingly good at women's clothing.

Especially last time, a sailor who didn't understand the situation actually took the owner of this shop as the proprietress, and staged an old-fashioned scene of a hero saving the beauty with a few vicious accomplices. Players have been laughing from the game to the forum...

The war two thousand kilometers away and the war close at hand seemed to not exist, and there was only a faint smell of the sea in the quiet evening wind.

Lao Na threw the leftover lizard bones to the wild cat at the entrance of the tavern who had wandered here with the ship, stretched and stood up from the bench.

The drowsy elf Wang Fugui, who had been drinking before nightfall, hiccupped and called out to him while leaning on the table with both hands.

Go back so early?

It's getting late, it's almost time.

Almost as soon as the voice fell, someone who had stood up leaned to the side, and was caught by his arm.

Looking at the laughing strength animals, Irena deftly raised her right hand and said with a smile.

I'll drag this guy to the save point, you guys continue.

Voldemort laughed and said.

Thank you, old man.

A black line appeared on the top of her head unconsciously, Irena said with a smile.

MMP, how many times have I said it, can I change my nickname?

Few people responded.

Hearing this, there was a booing immediately.

Good old man!

Go slowly, old man.

Say hello to my teacher and wife!

%￥#@!

Rolling her eyes at these dogs, Lao Na cursed and walked towards the save point with Lao Dynasty on her shoulders.

This is basically the case these days.

Take the task and go to the woods to clear monsters, turn in the task and go to the beach to drink, carry this guy back to the save point before it gets dark, and then go to the forum to pour water and brag.

Stable is like going to work.

Because the life was so comfortable, if he didn't think about it carefully, he didn't even notice that it had been almost two months since the brothers of the Burning Legion set off to the Borneo province.

In the past two months, although his daily life has not changed much, the changes in Chip Harbor can be described as earth-shaking.

The shacks that were crowded on the east side of the settlement had been turned into rows of well-arranged wooden houses with small courtyards.

The wooden shelves hanging at the door of the house are no longer just dried fish, furs or clothes, but also some emerald green vines, with some colorful fruits and vegetables hanging on them.

The Union Institute of Biological Research has expanded its local business scope, not only to collect clues about brood activities in the area, but also to cultivate high-yielding crop seeds suitable for the area's environment.

Such as watermelon, grapes, tomatoes and so on.

Many girls of the Moon Clan have gained an extra income because of this. As long as they take a seed from Chen Yutong home and plant it in front of their house, record the growth situation regularly and report it to the Institute of Biology, they can get an extra income from the latter. money.

Of course, it is also necessary to prevent seagulls or other birds from stealing.

The diligence of these new immigrants even made the animals of the strength department feel ashamed. It was the first time for the players to see someone who could roll like them.

Although these NPCs do not have the same strong physique as the players, nor do they have the rich experience and knowledge of the survivors of Coral City, but they have the talent for one person to do three jobs.

Some young girls with good physical strength deal with fur in the fur factory during the day, and then go to the bar to serve tea and wash dishes after work. Clothes, garbage collection, and oyster-collecting odd jobs.

Although the league's laws strictly limit the working hours of each employee, it does not limit the maximum number of jobs a person can do.

Taking time out to enjoy life for a while seems to make them feel a certain guilt.

According to the evaluation of the survivors from Coral City, they can't wait to finish a year's work in the first few months, and the remaining months are good for next year's work.

However, it is precisely this kind of hard work, and the players who unconsciously imitate the managers have more thoughts of nurture than exploitation. These poor people only spent two months on the Borneo The lives of the Yue tribe compatriots in the province can't even imagine.

In addition to the changes in residential areas, the changes in other areas are not small.

For example, the sawmills and slaughterhouses that used to gather in the settlements were all moved to the beach where the imperial soldiers and aquatic mutants landed.

That's the new area west of Chip Harbor.

Since [Qingdeng Gujiu] and other professional life players have moved their small workshops there, the air in the whole Potato Fries Harbor has become much cleaner.

There are no more flying sawdust and animal fibers in the residential area, and the greasy smell on the beach is also much less.

According to the planning of the City Hall of Chip Harbor, the new area where small factories and workshops gather together will be the industrial area of this settlement.

Although Chip Harbor is not suitable for the development of heavy industry, it would be too extreme to say that there is no trace of industry here.

Considering raw material prices, product added value, transportation loss and facility operation and maintenance costs, some light industrial facilities such as salt refineries, sugar refineries, breweries, wood processing plants, and food processing plants still have operating value here .

If the rough wood can be processed into boards and then transported to Jin Gallon Port to make furniture, it is far more economical than directly shipping untreated rough wood to Jin Gallon Port.

The same goes for fruit, game, and catch.

Canned food or other non-staple food products can not only be sold to Jingalun Port, but also all merchant ships passing through the Baiyue Strait will be interested.

After the formation of the industrial zoning, the city hall of Potato Fries followed the management method of Dawn City's industrial area, and carried out detailed regulations on the production methods and employment rules of the production units, and also made arrangements for taxation.

After obtaining financial revenue and clarifying its rights and obligations, the City Hall of Potato Fries Harbor used tax revenue as a guarantee to borrow a sum of money from the distant Dawn City Bank to improve the infrastructure of the new urban area.

For example, the two concrete piers extending to the deep water area, and a road leading from the industrial area to the core city of Potato Chips, were built by Niuma Group with prefabricated steel, concrete slabs and cement produced by the King Gallon Port.

In addition, the airship of the Niuma Group also brought prefabricated parts produced by Boulder City from Dawn City, and assembled a small gantry crane and a freight track from the dock to the port warehouse for one of the freight docks in the industrial area, which greatly improved improved cargo handling efficiency.

Here we have to blow a wave of technicians brought by the Dolphin, as well as their improved crab-style amphibious engineering armor based on the results of the No. 100 shelter.

The cows and horses equipped with this thing are like a tiger with wings added, and the pier grows forward at a speed that is almost visible to the naked eye.

In the future, the goods import and export channel of the French Fries Port, along with the small factories and workshops that moved away, moved from the beach in the center of the settlement to the beach in the industrial area to the west. In order to make it easier for local residents to go to work there, the city hall of Potato Fries Harbor has set up a transportation office and opened bus lines and passenger ship lines to the new area.

The distance of five or six kilometers is not too far, and there is a military base on the highlands in the northwest to monitor the alien species in the forest and the coastline that has been fenced. The north side of the coastal road has been reclaimed into an orchard surrounded by fences. , farms and plantations, as long as you don’t walk at night, you don’t have to worry too much about safety issues, so some bold girls of the Moon nationality choose to commute by bicycle.

As for the earliest wooden pier in Chip Harbor, it has become a paradise for fishermen and tourists as originally planned.

In addition to those already built, an ocean current power station on the seabed at the bottom of the strait and an onshore solid-state hydrogen storage facility are still under construction.

However, Niuma Group is not in charge of these two facilities, but a new energy development company located in Liming City took the bid.

Speaking of this company, it also has some connections with the Federation of Islands in the southern waters.

The name of this company is Guangwei Energy. It was established less than two months ago, and the founder is Huang Guangwei, a survivor from the southern sea and a resident of Vault 70.

When this person first arrived in Dawn City, he was sent to the bureau by the guards for knocking out the former manager of No. 70 Vault with a punch, and was fortunate enough to be on the headlines of the Goblin Observer.

But that was a long time ago.

Now Mr. Huang has completely adapted to the life of the alliance, and like the former No. 70 shelter manager who was punched by him, he chooses to use his own way to contribute to the alliance's cause of rebuilding the wasteland.

Objectively speaking, the reason why Chip Harbor can develop so fast is largely due to the help of these survivors from Vault 70 and Coral City.

They gave more constructive solutions to the difficulties that some players can only rely on the strength system and experience from before the 21st century.

And some life professional players who are engaged in related fields have also learned a lot of things they have never seen before from these solutions.

Whether it is experience in engineering or sociology.

During the two months of contact, both parties have benefited a lot.

In addition to the improvement of industry and infrastructure, the area where players live has also undergone considerable changes.

The most typical one is probably the Binhai Commercial Street near the old pier.

Originally, there was only Yiren Tavern, a drinking place, but now there are many bars, hotels and various restaurants here.

Some of them are owned by professional players, some are traders from Dawn City and Silver Moon Bay who are optimistic about the future of French Fry Port, and some are even bosses who came to invest from the circular island of the Federation.

Every evening, here is a scene of feasting and feasting.

Not only the players returning from the quest will drink and brag here, but also the federal fishermen fishing nearby and the captains and sailors who happen to pass by this sea area can't help but be attracted by those dry thighs. Quench your thirst with two cold beers on this street.

Of course, it's not that no one has had crooked thoughts, for example, they have also had some thoughts about things other than food and beer.

It's just that seeing the Union flag floating on the City Hall of Chip Harbor, most wastelanders still maintained their sanity.

Needless to say, some merchants and sailors from Silver Moon Bay, they have seen the ruthless people of the alliance, especially recently, a big man who did not obey the rules was beaten on the head.

Some wastelanders from afar were forced to suppress their evil thoughts after seeing so many awakened ones under the threat of force.

A hotel lobby not far from Yiren's Tavern.

Looking at the short skirt passing by the table, a drunken sailor couldn't help but sniffed hard, and looked drunkenly at his companion sitting across the table.

All the girls here are from Borneo Province?

It was true before. I heard that they seem to be members of the Moon Clan... from the land across the Baiyue Strait.

His companion was obviously an LSP too, and the kind who'd spent months at sea.

From the moment he stepped through the door of the hotel, the guy never took his eyes off the girls carrying the trays.

The black hip-wrapping skirt vividly outlines that graceful figure, and a pair of black silk is the finishing touch, not only covering up the flaws of the legs, but also making those well-proportioned long legs look more slender.

There is one thing to say, those blue gophers really have nothing to say about aesthetics. No wonder even the misers in Ideal City and the nerds in the academy love the design of Dawn City.

Even wastelanders like them, who have no interest in the era of prosperity, occasionally miss that era that has gone far in their dreams.

It's actually from Borneo Province... I thought they came from Yinyue Bay.

It's normal, whether it's Luoxia Province or Borneo Province, they are those who escaped from the desert two hundred years ago.

This...it's the first time I've heard of it. The sailor muttered, reaching out and touching the back of his bald head.

He has been to Borneo Province, including the most famous Jin Gallon Port, but the girls here and the girls there give him a completely different feeling.

Whether it is color or mental outlook.

The companion sitting opposite him hiccupped and said drunkenly.

Hi... It's actually the first time I've heard of it, but those shelter residents have said that, so it should be like this.

After all, no one understands what happened two hundred years ago better than them.

The night was getting late.

A group of sailors carried unfinished wine bottles and walked towards the pier in a dispirited manner. The noisy sound could be heard even on the deck hundreds of meters away.

Although they can spend the night on the second floor of the hotel like their bosses, their bosses will not pay their room bills for them.

In order to save the money and drink a few more bottles at the next port, they would rather go back to the ship and spend the night with moldy pillows.

But when everyone was walking towards the pier, a group of conspicuous figures walked from the pier to the shore against the crowd.

Wow! Chip Harbor has changed a lot!

Yeah, it's changed from the last time we docked here...

One person and one bear piled up on top of each other, stretching their necks and looking in the direction of the settlement, a pair of eyes, one small and one large, shone with excitement.

The surrounding sailors didn't react much to the combination of a man and a bear, and they didn't even find it strange that the bear could talk.

After all, the manager of this group of guys can even tame the death claws that stand at the top of the food chain. It seems that it is not surprising that his residents can tame a polar bear.

A group of people walked to the shore and searched for a while before finding the Yiren Tavern hidden in the middle of a row of bars.

He greeted the young lady who cleaned up the mess at the door, jumped off his fleshy shoulders with a tail turn, and ran to the bar with a thump.

Looking at the familiar group of people, Yi Ren showed a surprised expression on his face.

Awei? Flesh?

Oh... oh! Good evening! Rourouhan smiled and waved her claws, not ashamed to say that she came to see Boss Yi's women's clothing because she saw a post on the forum.

A Wei who was following her was much more daring, she just leaned in and stared at it for a long time, until the latter blushed in embarrassment, then touched her chin and said contentedly.

Not bad...it's perfect enough to pay extra.

Sesame Paste, with cat ears flickering on his head, also encouraged with a smile.

It suits you very well.

Ahaha...haha...

Yi Ren gave a dry laugh twice with some nerve-wracking, his index finger twirling the fake hair hanging from his temples.

Although I tried things that I dare not try in reality under the instigation of a group of dogs, I am still not used to accepting praise from others.

Congratulations, Sisi, who walked into the tavern after the two of them and a bear, reached out and patted the man on the shoulder, It's a good thing to be faithful to your hobbies, it's no big deal, don't care about others vision.

After a pause, the corner of her mouth involuntarily curled into a tricky smile, and she continued, By the way, do you need to—

Before this guy could finish speaking, Yi Ren said in a cold sweat.

No, there's no need.

At this time, the girls of the Moon Clan who were busy in the back kitchen of the tavern also noticed Tail and his party, and put down their work one after another and surrounded them.

Although it has been a while since they left their hometown, many of them still miss their compatriots there, especially some of their relatives are still there.

Pairs of expectant eyes surrounded the group of people, as well as the maid outfits that hadn't been changed in time.

Well... May I ask how the King Gallon Port is doing now?

I heard that you also shot down the Rowell camp? Really?!

Is there any news about the person who escaped from the port with us at that time?

Is my husband... still alive?

Before he had time to exclaim, Is this the kingdom of heaven?, Awei was instantly dazed by the barrage of questions.

Giao...there are too many questions for me to answer.

Seeing her troubled expression, the crowd around finally quieted down, but the expectation and apprehension in her eyes remained unchanged.

Glancing at Sisi next to him, he put his fist on his lips and cleared his throat with his tail, and said in a reliable tone.

Ahem! First of all, the slaves in the Rowell camp have been liberated, not just the Rowell camp, all the slaves in the entire King Gallon Port have been liberated!

Hearing these words, almost everyone had expressions of surprise on their faces, and the two girls who seemed to be sisters even hugged each other with tears of joy.

It seems that there should be their relatives in that camp.

After all, the people locked there are mainly Moon Clan people.

Tail paused, and continued.

...At present, the army of the empire has retreated beyond the ceasefire limit line. The Burning Corps is helping the local survivors form a new authority and rebuild a more equal and harmonious new order. The local survivors are also very cooperative, and the settlements are everywhere It’s a busy construction site.”

In short, there are quite a lot of changes there. Rourou and Sesame Paste were stunned when they first saw it, and thought that Si had read the wrong map! According to my observations, the future development there may not be as good as Chips Harbor. Oh bad, I will take a look for you first, and when the situation stabilizes, you can also go back and take a look yourself.

Hearing that their hometown is getting better little by little, everyone's eyes are filled with hope.

It's just that when they heard the last sentence, many people still showed a hint of hesitation on their faces.

Perhaps it was the experience of that period that left too deep trauma in their hearts, or perhaps it was the sensitivity of identity as outsiders.

Even though they have been working hard and trying to repay the people here, the kindness and kindness that only appear in fairy tales still makes many people feel like a dying dream. Maybe after waking up, they were still on that narrow and wet boat, the wasteland was still the same wasteland... Even the boat that took them away from Borneo was a dream bestowed by the gods.

They were worried that they would not be able to come back after they went back, and they were even more worried that the people who pulled them out of hell would send them back there again...

Sensitively aware of something in those eyes with inferiority and reluctance, Tail added in a low voice.

...Of course, of course, I didn't say that if you want you to go back, don't come back or anything. This is your new home, and no one will drive you away.

A girl from the Moon Clan suddenly stepped forward and hugged her, closed her eyes, and whispered sincerely and earnestly in her ear.

Thanks.

No, you're welcome, although it's a little strange to say that at this time... In fact, there is no need to thank me in particular. If you have to thank me, you can just thank other people. I am just to join in the fun. Scratched the back of his head.

The girl let go of her shoulders, took a light step back, shook her head slightly, and showed a gentle smile on her face.

...Thank you for caring about our feelings.

As she spoke, she paused, looking at the moonlight hanging in the night sky outside the window, as if looking at her hometown reflected in a silver plate.

The people there are finally living a normal life ... I'm just satisfied knowing they're doing well.

At this moment, the pleasant sound of wind chimes came from the door, interrupting the homesickness lingering in the tavern.

A burly man wearing an exoskeleton walked in, and the modified prosthetic body rubbed against the door frame, making a tinkling sound.

Seeing the person at the door, Tail greeted happily.

Oh! Brother Chicken! What a coincidence, haven't you guys gone offline yet?

Midnight Kill Chicken said with a simple smile.

It's just been online. I heard that you have already arrived, but I haven't seen anyone on the forum, so I guess you are still online, so you are here.

Averting his eyes from the guy who suddenly hugged Awei just now, Sisi looked curiously at Brother Chicken Killer and asked.

What's matter?

Midnight Kill Chicken said shyly.

I just want to rent your boat. Tomorrow we plan to go to the port of the circular island. I don't know if it's convenient for you.

As soon as he heard that he was going to the roundabout, Tail immediately guessed what it was and said excitedly.

Oh! No problem! By the way, is the water going?

Midnight Kill Chicken smiled and nodded.

Yeah! It's finally going to work!

The two-month construction period has ended, and they have tested the pressure valve and the operation of each component just yesterday, and confirmed that there is no serious problem.

After the submarine freshwater pipeline is officially opened, the alliance's influence on the circular island will completely leave the Church of the Torch far behind.

Facts have proved that in the matter of uniting normal people, it is far easier for the builders of order than the destroyers of order.

Sooner or later, the survivor settlements in the southern seas will all take the shape of an alliance.

After a pause, he continued.

And it's not just fresh water. After seeing our construction speed, they plan to invest in a new ocean current power station and a submarine power transmission cable here. They will provide the necessary technical support. Brother Fang Chang said, just take this opportunity It’s fine to make a friendly statement, let’s go to the island with our equipment and come back, and the other party agreed.”

Sisi said thoughtfully.

It seems that burning coal all the time is still a bit difficult for them.

After all, except for the lunatics like the torch, who would refuse a better life? And... the islands have recently criticized the decision of the federal authorities on whether to end the state of war. They may also want to take this opportunity to find an ally. Let's go. Midnight Kill Chicken said with a smile, We originally planned to go there by airship, but after thinking about it, it's better to take a boat.

Putting down his arms folded on his chest, Sisi nodded with a smile.

No problem, leave it to us.