This Game Is Too Realistic

The cold wind and snow howled on the endless tundra, and the fluffy lemming poked its head out of the snowdrift, but was scared by the rumbling sound and hid back.

A train with only four carriages was moving on the snow.

The train has no rails, instead it has tracks under the chassis. The carriages are connected by hook locks, and each carriage seems to have its own independent power system, but it seems that all the power is provided by the car in front.

Ye Shi, who was sitting by the car window, stared at the vast and amazing tundra outside the window, with indescribable surprise written in his eyes.

This dog is planning something.

Although the number of players active in the Wandering Swamp is less than three digits, the operator of Wasteland OL still made this part of the map.

Hail slapping on the windows, snow blown up by tracks, reindeer walking across the tundra...

Everything is so realistic.

Sitting opposite him, Jiang Xuezhou misunderstood the surprise on his face, and said with slightly raised lips.

Is it very big?

It's really big... Ye Shi nodded, and added with some emotion, It's just a little deserted.

The most incomprehensible thing for him is why the college has the most advanced technology in the wasteland, but leaves such a large piece of land undeveloped.

If we say that the prosperity of Ideal City actually has some moisture, such as colorful lights and shadows and information-rich endpoint clouds can give people the illusion of rapid technological advancement, but the technology of the college has indeed reached the level of awe-inspiring.

As the only survivor force in the wasteland that can produce anti-gravity devices without relying on black boxes and has the technology to make super-light engines, they actually hope to build a real utopia in this wasteland.

It shouldn't be any harder than going out into the universe and finding another colony planet to start over.

At least that's how it seemed to him as a student.

Jiang Xuezhou tilted her head, not quite understanding what he meant by deserted.

But at this moment, the researcher sitting at the next table smiled and interrupted.

Of course, this is the northernmost part of the Central Continent. The fragile ecosystem can withstand the current population. It's fine now. Rather, things will become more troublesome if there are more people.

Ye Shi looked at him puzzled.

Will it be troublesome if there are more people?

After all, the boat ticket is fixed. Another fellow researcher flipped through the papers on the tablet in his hand, and said succinctly, There has never been a 'ship' that can hold everyone. It was never included in the contract either.

Ye Shi: Contract?

That was a century and a half ago. We left the Great Rift Valley to escape the persecution of the Legion and the Enterprise. Some survivors who lost their source of livelihood due to the collapse of the post-war reconstruction committee followed our footsteps and found us. Hope we Take them in, so there is a scientific committee.”

The researcher paused, looked out of the window, and continued in a tone that didn't have too many ups and downs.

According to our promise, we will provide them with the nutrition they need to survive, and they have also promised to voluntarily give up all political power, join our plan, and obey our management. We have provided them with the treatment promised, and even gave them to obey management Rewards for people ... who are committed to it. Is there any reason why we should raise their standard of living?

Ye Shi looked at him in surprise: Good guy, you guys are more capitalists than capitalists.

The researcher froze for a moment and looked at him with a strange expression.

I don't know what you're talking about, but at least we didn't deceive them. We told them clearly from the beginning that the academy is not a charity, nor a country, but a research organization. Our ultimate goal is to complete our ark , we will leave after we are done. We have never begged them to live on our territory. Or, do you think it is more correct to draw a pie that is out of reach for wastelanders like a company?

This may sound reasonable.

At eleven o'clock in the night, he couldn't think of how to refute, especially when he suddenly realized that this was his own business, and it was not his turn to be an outsider to make irresponsible remarks.

However, just when he was about to end this topic, what he didn't expect was that Jiang Xuezhou, who had come to look like a good girl, suddenly spoke.

Didn't you also enter the academy?

The researcher glanced at her and said calmly.

Yes, so.

Jiang Xuezhou couldn't help but said.

You were also a member of them before, why do you say they are like slaves...

First of all, correct your statement. I never said they were slaves. The man returned his gaze to the tablet and said calmly, Then to answer your question, you also said it was before.

Having said that, he didn't want to make enemies for himself because of this boring quarrel.

This is the train departing from Ice Sea City, and the passenger traveling with her still wears the symbolic VM of the refuge residents on her arm, maybe it is a foreign guest invited by the Viscosity Project.

If this is the case, her mentor's background may not be small.

Jiang Xuezhou stared at him with an incomprehensible expression, unable to speak for a moment.

My fault, I have to apologize. Ye Shi coughed lightly, stood up from his seat, and tried to ease the atmosphere in the car, Actually... our shelter is the same, a shelter that puts everyone in it It is impossible to exist, so some people can enter, some people cannot enter, some people enjoy it early, and some people suffer early. For a greater goal, some people have to make sacrifices... This is reality and the ultimate goal. Helpless reality.

The corner of the researcher's mouth curled up into a faint smile while he was brushing the paper, but Jiang Xuezhou looked at Ye Shi in disbelief, as if he couldn't believe that he would say such a thing.

The latter didn't look at her, but just shrugged and continued.

It's just that we really can't step on the feet of those who didn't get in because we were lucky enough to be born in a refuge. Our knowledge, technology, methods, and black boxes should belong to that era 'All of us'. Signing an unequal contract with a handful of poor people, enjoying only the inheritance left by 'us' and refusing to fulfill the obligations of 'us', I really don't understand... being a coward can be because of reality Helpless, but is this something worthy of puffing out your chest and being proud?

The researcher who was writing the paper twitched his brows violently, and chose to respond to these words with silence.

The surprise on Jiang Xuezhou's face turned into surprise, and then a triumphant smile appeared on his face, as if to say that he was right.

Whispering voices sounded in the carriage, some people looked over, wanting to see what the guy who uttered wild words looked like, and some people curled their lips in disdain, not interested in the wisdom of mortals.

Of course, some people showed contemplative expressions, really thinking about the rationality of this statement.

In the Academy, voices of reason are relatively welcome, especially logical ones.

This is also the biggest difference between the academy and other regions. If it is just the output of emotions, no one will take care of it.

But the instigator, Ye Shi, suddenly regretted it.

His original intention was actually to apologize, and he shouldn't meddle in other people's business. However, with a scoop of his mouth, he ran away as he spoke, and couldn't help but utter a strange expression.

Brother Fang Chang is right, his problem of talking too much nonsense really needs to be corrected.

They are here to make friends, not to offend anyone.

Thanks.

Looking at Ye Shi who was sitting back in his seat, Jiang Xuezhou blushed and whispered.

Hey, there's nothing to thank for that. Ye Shi said casually, without thinking about what he helped her.

Although he was very happy that he said what he wanted to say but didn't dare to say, but Jiang Xuezhou soon seemed to think of something, suddenly worried about gain and loss, and whispered.

By the way...you came here with that electronic pass. If you talk nonsense, your managers won't blame you, right?

All the researchers sitting in this compartment are equipped with bionic prosthetic bodies, and taking pictures and recording videos is just a matter of thought.

She was worried that the news would cause diplomatic disputes, such as the alliance's shelter residents publicly criticizing the college's policies and the management methods of the Science Committee.

Ye Shi was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile.

Huh? That's not true, our managers are not so narrow-minded.

Not like a dog plotting.

It's fine to post a dirty picture and ban it, and the completely unscented emoticons that are deducted from the notebook are also against the rules.

It's a bit too much!

While talking, a ray of human smoke appeared in the endless wilderness outside the window.

It was an oil well.

The old-fashioned design style made Eleven Night feel like he was back on the real earth.

When he saw the oil well, Jiang Xuezhou's expression suddenly cheered up.

Here we are!

Just as the voice fell, the sound of arriving at the station also sounded in the carriage.

No. 721 has arrived, passengers who get off at this station, please get off in time.

Ye Shi was about to help her with the luggage, but saw that the suitcase ran down from the shelf by itself, and rolled to the door of the carriage with its wheels rolling.

What are you doing standing there stupidly? We should go. Looking at Ye Shi who was standing motionless next to the seat, Jiang Xuezhou urged excitedly.

She hasn't seen her family for a long time, others are timid, but she is looking forward to it.

Ah... yes.

Ye Shiyi looked at her suitcase enviously, and followed her.

High technology is still good!

For a university monk who often has to take the high-speed train home, this thing is much more attractive than nuclear fusion...

A group of people stood in the buffer cabin, and as the outside door opened, the whistling wind and snow rolled in.

Even though he was wearing a cold jacket and his whole body was covered with technology, Ye Shi still felt the biting cold rushing towards his face.

This is a remote corner of the Wandering Swamp, where the settlement named Site 721 is located.

According to Jiang Xuezhou, the mission of the local survivors is to exploit the oil under the permafrost layer in the year-round weather of minus 20 degrees to provide raw materials for the industrial area 50 kilometers away.

Regularly, crawler vehicles will come to transport the fuel away, and at the same time bring the living supplies needed by the local area.

Although the era of prosperity has found a variety of biological or chemical synthesis methods for petroleum analogues, from the perspective of adapting measures to local conditions, this kind of drilling platform powered by a diesel engine is more suitable for the swampy environment and the special science and technology committee. organization.

Advanced production methods are not always good.

What the Science and Technology Committee needs to ensure is that the colonial ships heading to the future can be completed on schedule, and excessive production is tantamount to waste. The traditional laws of economics don't apply here, or even to most settlements in the Wasteland.

There was another man and a woman who arrived at the station with them. The man was tall and thin with short hair. The woman wears a black ponytail and looks like the type who doesn't talk much.

When Ye Shi was looking at the two of them, the man looked at him and smiled, and suddenly said.

Excellent speech.

Ye Shi was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed, coughed lightly and said.

I have won the award, but I am a little ashamed. I always talk too much. I am sorry to offend you—

Jiang Xuezhou pursed her lips lightly and muttered.

There is nothing to be ashamed of. What you said is right. Why do you apologize for the right thing? It's strange that those guys who feel offended have their relatives and friends living in that kind of place.

Haha, I can't comment on the decision of the Science and Technology Committee, but... I agree with what this gentleman said. We should indeed use the knowledge left to us by the predecessors to do something. The pursuit of a better life should not be a It's a crime. The researcher rounded the field with a smile, and then introduced himself, My name is Li Xiang, an E-level researcher. This is a prospector from the same department as me, and his name is Wu Xiaoxiao.

The girl named Wu Xiaoxiao nodded her head cautiously, and glanced at Ye Shiyi, but her eyes were more on Xiao Jiang beside him.

Ye Shi noticed a hint of awe and envy in her eyes.

This is actually quite normal.

Although Xiao Jiang is only a small D-rank, in the eyes of all E-ranks and prospectors, he is undoubtedly a big boss.

Ye Shi, this is Jiang Xuezhou.

Although he felt that the two of them might know Xiao Jiang who was traveling with him, Ye Shi still introduced himself for her by the way.

Li Xiang looked at the two of them and nodded politely, especially to the fellow senior.

But what surprised Ye Shi was that he always felt that this guy was more interested in him.

I heard you're from the Alliance?

At ten o'clock at night.

Yes, I am a resident of Vault 404.

The interest in Li Xiang's eyes grew stronger, especially when he heard about Vault 404.

Great... I have always been very interested in you, can you tell me in detail? How did you establish such a huge organization on the wasteland, and it only took two or three years.

It could be seen from those interested eyes that he was genuinely curious.

I didn't expect to meet fans of the League in such a far away place, Ye Shi couldn't help feeling proud, and then said with a hearty smile.

That's a long story...Although it's only been two or three years, a lot has happened in these two or three years.

It's okay! We can talk while walking. Li Xiang looked at him eagerly, and this time even Jiang Xuezhou couldn't help pricking up his ears curiously.

Okay, let me think about it... While recalling the past, Ye Shi made up a story in a chatty tone, Everything has to start from a mayor named Old Leech, and a Speaking of Xiaoyu's girl...

Beautiful stories always warm people's hearts, and the whistling wind and snow don't seem so cold anymore.

At first, he was talking about how the flame of order rose from the wasteland with the mentality of talking casually, but Ye Shi suddenly moved himself as he talked.

Not that he boasted.

At that time, it was really not easy. He was a t0 player and had to burn cement himself. The server's full-level equipment turned out to be an iron-barrel rifle with a mirror!

Not to mention the person who listened to the story, even he, the storyteller, was about to cry!

The hearts of the three people beside him were also touched, and a looming flame burned in their hearts unknowingly...

Just when Ye Shi overthrew the old mayor of Beit Street from Chuguang, and talked about the spark ignited outside the giant stone city, on the Borneo Sea, thousands or even tens of thousands of kilometers away from the wandering swamp, an inconspicuous ship The cargo ship is slowly approaching the largest trading port on the west coast of Borneo Province.

Standing on the deck at the bow, Governor Nihak looked at the distant port in amazement, his eyes filled with indescribable surprise.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the busy concrete pier, and rows of red brick bungalows are lined up on both sides of the four to five meter wide brick and stone street.

The prosperity here seems to be no less than that of the newly-changed King Gallon Port.

Even more luxurious and busier than that!

The artistic attainments of the Willant people are not inferior to the architects of the alliance, enterprises, and colleges, especially in large and beautiful buildings, they have a huge and unique aesthetic understanding like the caliber of their cannons.

It seems that some Weilante people have settled here. They not only brought their wives, houses, and dinars from Triumph City, but also brought their elegant way of life here.

Governor Nihak saw a supervisor with a high nose bridge waving a whip in his hand, urging the group of bare-chested laborers to carry a large box that could fit them in, and come up on the hot concrete pier that was baked by the scorching sun. Shuttle back and forth.

That familiar taste!

Looking at the scene in front of him, Governor Nihak took a deep breath, and couldn't help crying for a while.

came back!

They are finally back!

Not far behind him, the fluffy white bear stared at his back with disgust, and couldn't help muttering.

Can I throw him overboard?

It's not allowed, Rourou, he's a mission item! Customers from Youtiao Port have paid a lot of travel expenses. Standing beside her, with his tail on the railing, he was looking excitedly at The legendary Xifan Port.

What a big port!

This settlement is probably not smaller than King Gallon Port, and there may be more than one million people!

And besides the locals in Borneo, there are also a lot of Willant people living in the port area. It seems that the goods they brought should be sold easily!

Not long after, the cargo ship moored to the port, and a Willant officer stepped onto the deck.

Walking out of the captain's room, Sis handed out the cargo list, and at the same time took out the VM and showed the Weilante officer his certificate and the barcode used for identification.

This is an electronic pass issued by the cohesion, and we want to apply for permission to go ashore.

It's up to you, the Willant officer glanced at the ID and said with a chuckle, We will guarantee your legal rights, but I still advise you to only move around the port area. Those rats It’s better for a lady like you not to walk around at night or go into an alley, as our guards may not be able to see it.”

Sensing the unfriendly look in that look, Sisi didn't care, and just said concisely.

Then I won't bother you, as long as you don't play tricks.

As if he had heard some funny joke, the Willant man laughed, and said after laughing enough.

We don't bother to play tricks. We will go to the battlefield to grab what we are interested in.

I am afraid that only the Willant people can puff up their chests and say these words.

Sisi shrugged and said teasingly.

You can tell your own people about this kind of cowhide. There is no need to tell us. People who do business with us have made a fortune, but if they want to steal even a copper coin from us, they have to be prepared to collapse. Mental preparation for two teeth.

Hearing the thorn hidden in the words, the Willant officer smiled indifferently, and made a pompous gesture of invitation.

Your Majesty De Colo, Director of the Port Office of Xifan Port, welcome to Xifan Port, I wish you a happy stay here!

After speaking, he handed the list of goods to the deputy on the side, and got off the cargo ship himself.

In addition to more than 20 passengers, the cargo carried on the cargo ship Meat also included 500 tons of canned herring and 150 tons of spirits brewed from potatoes.

These are the special products of Jin Gallon Port, and they are also the two commodities most in demand by the people of Weilante. Although there is not much room for bargaining, there is no need to worry about selling them.

There are at least five or six thousand Willanters who migrated to Xifan Port. Counting the floating population, it may exceed ten thousand. The daily consumption of herring and spirits can be calculated in tons.

In addition, a few hundred nautical miles to the northwest is the port of the Southern Army, even if the local consumption is not exhausted, it can be sold there.

In addition to the two commodities of herring and spirits, there are some miscellaneous things.

Such as refrigerators, watches, furniture, electrical appliances, and even old books or other handicrafts from Yinyue Bay.

After getting off the ship, Sisi rented a covered cargo beach at the bazaar through the port office, and then directed a group of crew members to carry a few boxes of bulk goods to the stall as samples, and put price tags on them for sale. .

The four agreed to take turns taking care of the stalls in groups of two, and the grouping was determined by drawing lots.

Group 1 is sisi and sesame paste.

In order to pass the time when there were no guests, Sisi bought a local best-selling book from the market and began to read.

Sesame Paste looked at the passers-by curiously at first, but soon found that all the people walking in this area were from Willant, and felt bored after reading for a long time, so he picked up a book from the wooden box containing old books, Learned from Sisi and flipped through it.

Coincidentally, the book she picked up was Boll the Awakened that Ah Wei had been thinking about.

At first, she just read the two chapters casually with the mentality of flipping through them, but soon she was attracted by the ups and downs of the plot, and she was fascinated by it without knowing it.

As the time passed, Sisi had already concluded two deals before he knew it. He sold 100 tons of canned herring at a price of 6,300 silver coins per ton, and sold 80 tons of potatoes at a price of 11,221 silver coins per ton. spirits.

In Xifan Port, the market retail price is about twice as expensive as the wholesale price. For example, canned herring with a wholesale price of 6.3 silver coins per kilogram will eventually be sold on the shelves at a retail price of 12-15 dinars per box (200g).

In fact, if you do a little conversion, based on the minimum retail price of 12 dinars, the wholesale price of 200 grams of canned food is about 6 dinars, and one kilogram is 30 dinars, which is exactly the same as the real wholesale price of 6.3 silver coins per kilogram. The difference is around 5 times.

The highest exchange ratio between silver coins and dinars is basically around 1:5.

But if it is spirits, the calculated ratio is often higher than this value.

Feeling a little curious about this interesting phenomenon, Sisi wrote it down in the notebook he carried with him, and planned to update it in the post after he went offline for a while as something he had learned during the trip.

Looking at Sisi who was working hard, Sesame Paste, who had been fishing for an hour, couldn't help feeling a little ashamed, quietly closed the novel on his lap, and planned to work hard for a while.

You can't always leave everything to Sisi alone, at least...sell one order before the sun goes down!

Just when she was thinking this way, a customer happened to stroll up to her booth.

The man looked thin and plainly dressed. He wasn't from Willant, but he didn't look like a local either. He looked a bit like a priest of the Silvermoon Sect in Silvermoon Bay.

Sesame paste is very familiar with this type of person, even so familiar that he can recognize the kind from the crowd at a glance.

After all, every time she didn't wear a hat to cover the cat ears on top of her head, these people would pounce on her with fanaticism and worship her.

The man glanced at the books on her lap, then looked at the basket of old books next to her, touched his chin and asked curiously.

Are these books meant to be sold?

Hearing that someone was interested in these books, a smile appeared on Sesame Paste's face, and he said in a melodious voice.

Of course, are you interested?

The man nodded honestly.

How much?

Sesame Paste said enthusiastically.

We sell by the ton. There are two or three thousand copies per ton, and only 2,000 silver coins!

However, what she didn't expect was that the man shook his head after hearing this, and complained in a low voice.

It's too cheap. How can such precious things as books be sold cheaper than canned herring!

But this is an old book...

Looking at the guests who stamped their feet and shook their heads, Sesame Paste made a helpless expression and said tentatively.

Then... 2500?

Before she finished speaking, the guest had already pulled out a banknote from the plain robe.

Just 2000 silver coins, no need to bargain, just give me a ton.

Although in principle the minimum price is 5 tons, considering that he was the first customer, Sesame Paste made an exception and accepted the money, and issued him a ticket to pick up the goods.

Just take this ticket and pick up the goods on the cargo ship Rourou... Well, can I ask, what are you planning to do with these books?

The man didn't hide anything, and said piously.

My humble servant is the servant of the Silver Moon Goddess. I came to this barren land to spread the gospel of the Silver Moon Goddess. It's a pity that the local survivors are too ignorant and the people's wisdom is not yet developed. I plan to start by teaching them how to read.

Sesame Paste looked at him in surprise, and unconsciously tightened the hat on his head with his right hand.

It is said that the Moon Clan has just been purged by the emperor of Xilan, so is it really okay for the Silver Moon Sect to preach here?

It's hard to say whether there is some kind of connection between the two. After all, Silver Moon Bay and Borneo Province are so close, many things are unclear.

But she soon thought that this place was ruled by the Willant people, and the emperor should not be able to control it.

Then I wish you good luck... Ah, by the way, in fact, besides old books, running a newspaper can also improve the literacy rate. Halfway through the talk, she suddenly remembered something, so she kindly reminded her.

...is it a newspaper?

The man murmured a few words to himself as if he had realized something, and his eyes gradually brightened, Well... this is indeed a good idea, you can try it, but what is written in the newspaper?

It might be better to serialize some popular stories, for example... how about this one?

With that said, Sesame Paste handed him the Boll the Awakened in his hand, and said eagerly.

I remember that the Daily Survivor in Boulder City was first popular because of the novels serialized in the sub-journal! Once people have a common language and topic, they will take the initiative to learn even if they don’t have to be urged. Will be involved in the creation.

She still remembered that the earliest newspapers published novels that were modified by some players in reality, but later the stories that became popular were all the stories created by the residents of Boulder City themselves.

Looking at the book that the girl stuffed into his hand, the pastor showed a flattered expression on his face.

Ah, this is too embarrassing. Is it really okay to give it to me like this? How about I pay it...how much?

As he spoke, he hurriedly tucked the book under his elbow, and went to search his pockets again.

Seeing him anxiously looking for money, Sesame couldn't help but smile, waved his hand and said.

No need, just treat it as a gift for that ton of old books. If your newspaper makes a lot of money, please send a manuscript fee to Boulder City to Mr. Sberg. Although the words and sentences are rough, but after all He wrote it carefully.

Don't worry about that! By the way, my name is...Melgio, what is your name?

You can just call me Sesame Paste. That was actually the name of her cat, which was later used as her online name.

At this moment, Melgio suddenly noticed the cat ears protruding from the edge of the slit of her hat.

At first he thought it was an illusion, but when he heard the name sesame paste, he vaguely remembered the rumors he had heard in Yinyue Bay, and the expression on his face gradually changed from astonishment to fanaticism.

Noticing the change in his expression, Zhima Hu secretly thought that something was wrong, and hurriedly pulled the brim of the hat to plug the exposed ears back.

But obviously it was too late.

The man had an incomparably pious face on his face, and he bowed deeply as if no one else was around.

My dear... I'm sorry, please rest assured, I will definitely not disappoint your expectations! Let the light of the silver moon fill this barren land!

Seeing him obviously exerting too much force, and Sisi who was stunned beside him, Sesame explained dumbfoundedly.

Don't be like this, and you misunderstood, I'm really not the incarnation of the silver moon goddess... I'm just an ordinary play—hey, what do I have to say to make you believe it.

You're right, what you say is what you say. Melgio looked pious and made a tight-lipped expression.

It's the same as when it was in Silver Moon Bay.

These cat lovers don't listen to themselves at all.

Although it is quite fun at first, it will make everyone feel dizzy after a long time.

Sesame Paste sighed while resting his forehead, and finally gave up on explaining, hugging his knees and muttering in a low voice.

Ah... anyway, come on.

That voice was full of perfunctory out of helplessness, but it had a completely different meaning to Melgio's ears.

As if being called by the Lord, Melgio stared at her who was squatting behind the grocery stall, and swore very reverently.

Obey!