This Game Is Too Realistic

In the evening, as the last wagon left the north gate of Bett Street, the survivors of the 404 shelter went home singing a triumphant song.

Residents of Bett Street watched blankly as the victors disappeared at the end of the street, many of whom had not recovered from the sound of the cannon in the morning.

It’s...

Over?

No one died.

The most seriously injured was a hapless guard whose face was scratched by the sawdust from the shell. After the intruders broke through the gate, they did not burn, kill or loot like marauders, but went straight to the castle in the middle of Bett Street. As Zhao Rat and others said, they only came to teach the old town mayor a lesson, and as long as they stayed at home and didn't go out, they would be fine.

For the old town mayor whose whereabouts were unknown, no one cared about his fate, and he deserved everything that happened to him. It would be better to say that he had better die and never appear in front of them again.

As for the spoils that those people took away, the residents of Bett Street didn’t feel anything. Whether it was the grain in the granary or the weapons in the armory, these were the property of the old town mayor.

He would never share these things with them, and they were naturally under no obligation to feel sorry for him.

"Where do you think the town mayor went?"

"I don't know, no one seems to have seen him come out of the castle."

"Maybe he had sneaked out as a scavenger."

"I think he was killed by the blue-coated people."

"I heard that blue-coated people rarely use force. It seems like the town mayor's family really pissed them off this time."

"Is the new town mayor the old butler?"

"Yeah, but he's so old... Can he even do it?"

"What I care about now is the grocery store... If the grocery store is gone, where can we go to exchange salt in the future?"

Hearing the residents' conversation, Old Charlie coughed and walked up to the crowd.

"The grocery store will be open as normal, and I will arrange for a responsible owner. Don't worry, your life will not be affected in any way because of what happened today, but it will become better than before."

"Celebrate this day. The tyrant who oppressed you has been overthrown, and no one will ever sell you inferior goods again. The grocery store will be run by the Subdistrict Office and will no longer be for profit. I can assure you that."

Subdistrict Office?

What is that?

Residents of Bett Street looked at each other in confusion. It was the first time they had heard such a strange term.

In fact, it was also the first for Old Charlie to hear it.

However, it didn’t really matter what it was called.

A name was just a symbol.

The key was what it would do.

After the group of residents got together and discussed for a while, they still didn’t know what would happen to their future. But eventually, they all went their separate ways.

...

Meanwhile, the outpost of Shelter 404.

Chu Guang, who was on his way back home, ordered a few players of strength type to help unload the materials in the wagons and move them into the warehouse and granary for sorting.

Tons of grain, a dozen furs, and a lot of condiments.

Looking at the almost full granary, Chu Guang experienced the joy of fighting local tyrants for the first time.

This is so satisfying!

Maybe... I should go after that farm as well?

Just as Chu Guang was swaying between lawful neutral and lawful evil, Old Luca, who was standing beside him, reported to him respectfully. "Sir, when you were out, Brown Farm sent a messenger here."

Looking away from the piled-up granary, Chu Guang looked at Luca. "Messenger? What did he say?"

Luca nodded. "He brought a message from Mr. Brown, saying that in order to thank you for your contribution to the survivors in the northern suburbs, he is willing to give you a batch of supplies as a gift. This included 5,000 kilograms of shofar potatoes, 5,000 kilograms of beets, and 5,000 kilograms of corn. At the same time, he also said that he hopes to establish friendly trade relations with us.”

Chu Guang looked slightly surprised. "That’s a very expensive gift."

Originally, he thought that he would pay a visit to Brown Farm after he dealt with Bett Street’s situation, to express his lack of food in a subtle way, but he didn't expect the other party to take the initiative. Before he even opened his mouth, the other party took the initiative to express his willingness to send some food over.

At this moment, Chu Guang suddenly remembered the Boulder City broadcast he heard on the radio in the town mayor's study, his expression became a little weird.

It seems that I should also thank the host who is full of crap?

Luca nodded and said with emotion: "Yes, it is indeed very expensive. There’s so much food... It won't be cheap if we buy it from them."

In previous years, when merchants from Boulder City came to the farm to buy food, they always bought it at the wholesale price. The price would change over time, but even when it was at the cheapest, 15,000 kilograms of grain would still cost thousands of chips.

And corn and beets were even more expensive than shofar potatoes and green wheat.

After all, the latter was the food of "servants", the former was a high-quality staple food, and the other was a raw material for sugar making, which had a longer planting cycle.

Chu Guang estimated that most likely these supplies were prepared for the Bloodhand Clan.

Now that Bloodhand Clan was gone, he became the most threatening force in the region. Brown’s Farm was probably trying to take this opportunity to establish a friendly relationship with him.

At least, they didn’t want another enemy.

Accepting this "gift" without any hesitation, Chu Guang looked at Luca and asked. "When are they going to deliver it?"

"If it's sunny, it will be delivered at noon tomorrow. If it snows, it may be a little later."

After saying that, Luca paused for a moment and reminded. "Sir, you should have also noticed that our granary is full. Now that our grain reserves in the base are getting bigger and bigger, I suggest we build special silos for several main reserve varieties, which can prolong the preservation of crops and save time and space.”

There was not much food in the base before, and the weather was getting cold, so they only built a shed that could shelter from the wind and rain, and then stacked the food in there.

Now that the population of the outpost was increasing, and the food reserves were also piling up, it was definitely impossible to deal with it casually like before.

If he wanted to preserve food for a long time, he had to consider not only waterproof and insect-proof, but also a series of problems such as moisture-proof and fire-proof.

After listening to Old Luca's suggestion, Chu Guang nodded. "Your suggestion is very good, I will arrange people to assist you. But now I have a different task for you, I need you to take out 250 kgs of raw meat, shofar potatoes, green wheat, and cabbages from the granary, and deliver them to the north gate of the outpost with five barrels each of beer and wine we got from Bett Street."

"There will be a banquet tonight to celebrate our victory in Bett Street."

"All food and drinks delivered to the North Gate Market will be sold at half price!"

Old Luca nodded. "Yes, sir!"

...

[Event: Victory Banquet]

[Description: The guns of justice have ended the tyranny of Bett Street, and our warriors triumphed in the applause and cheers of the local residents! Celebrate the victory! At the special stall in the North Gate Market, the food and drinks are all half price!

The proprietress of the weapon shop reminds you that although the wine is good, you should not be greedy. ]

6:00 P.M. exactly.

At the north gate of the outpost, a grand party was held to celebrate the victory of the day.

The NPC who managed the warehouse had set up a special booth at the North Gate Market, placing half-price food on the table for players to choose and buy.

As Wasteland Online's first in-game celebration event since its launch, both new players and old players were excited and participated with 200% enthusiasm.

Of course, mainly because the food was half price!

In the past, 1 silver coin could buy 300g of raw meat, but now they could buy it for only 5 copper coins. There were also shofar potatoes and green wheat, as well as the recently updated cabbage, etc., which were now available for very little money. So why not buy them now?

Thanks to the slow replenishment speed of the special stall, the purchasing power of players was limited, otherwise such cheap food would be sold out at the beginning of the event!

"Wow, Elder Sister! Elder Sister! The food at that stall is so cheap! There are also vegetables!" Autumn Leaves, who had sneaked away to join in the fun, ran back to Elder Sister excitedly. She took her arm and said, "I need to go back and tell everyone in the tribe!"

Autumn Weed looked at her little sister with a worried expression. "Can we buy those things?"

Autumn Leaves nodded excitedly. "Yes! I've asked the stall owner already! Anyone can buy them as long as we have those small coins!"

"Then... hurry up and tell everyone."

"Mhm! Leave it to me!"

With her elder sister's permission, Autumn Leaves didn't stop for a moment, running quickly in the direction of the tribe, for fear that there would be nothing left after she came back.

Looking at her little sister who was running away, Autumn Weed took out the coins in the bag and counted them. There were 11 silver coins and 24 copper coins in total.

"At half price… I can buy more than 20 kilograms of grain."

A happy smile appeared on Autumn Weed's face.

Fortunately, she persuaded the patriarch to save the money she earned. Now, she could exchange for more food.

No one would starve to death this winter.

When Autumn Weed and Autumn Leaves sisters were still worried about whether their tribe men would starve to death this winter, the players in the outpost were complaining that their stomachs were not big enough.

"Damn it! Why can't I have two stomachs!"

Holding a skewer in one hand and a wine cup full of beer in the other, Tail's cheeks puffed up like a hamster. It was really incredible that she could still speak while chewing.

Sisi, who was tasting the wine while looking at her friend whose image had fallen apart, gave her friend a sideways glance. "Tail, do you know that you look a lot like a drunkard now?"

After finally swallowing the food in her mouth, Tail burped, turned her head, and said nonchalantly. "This is the game world! If I still have to control my diet, what's the difference between that trash game Earth OL? Such delicious food is not something you can eat every day, Sisi, you are too serious, you should really indulge yourself!"

Sisi: "..."

This woman.

Once she got into the game, she completely changed.

Clearly, she's like a lady in real life.

Not far away, a certain white bear was happily eating a whole grilled catfish, attracting the envious gazes of nearby players.

Of course, the person that envied the bear the most was a certain lizard.

They were both players with a mutant sequence, but the bear could eat and drink outside, and he could only watch in the shelter.

Mr. Garbage had been stuck in the shelter for a while now.

Everyday when he went online, he would just wander around on the B2 floor, touching everything he could see, doing exercise, or waiting for his friends to feed him. And then when the time was up, he would go offline and continue his daily routine in real life.

When in the game, the player’s real body was equivalent to having fallen into deep sleep. So when they woke up the next day, they could still go out to work full of energy. Even if they couldn't do anything in the game, the function of going into deep sleep in just a second was also excellent.

To add to the celebration, Mosquito lit homemade fireworks in the open space at the north entrance.

However, probably because there was a problem with the formula, or maybe the way he ignited the firework was wrong, and the firework was shot into Teng Teng's hut.

Fortunately no one was hurt.

Only Mosquitoe was chased by the murderous Teng Teng, who was waving scissors, for a few hundred meters.

In the end, the storm ended with Mosquitoe buying all the burned coats in tears.

Apart from this little episode, the behaviors of most players enjoying the banquet were quite normal. Life Profession players took advantage of discounted ingredients to make various edible dishes out of specialties from the wasteland.

The normal ones were venison steak roasted with white oak, the abnormal ones were pine nut and rat tail soup and the grilled pupae of Devil Moth.

Well, Devil Moth's pupae were actually edible. But it would take one a little more courage to eat insects.

The whole north gate was filled with the aroma of delicious food.

Not just food, but also wine.

Ten oak barrels half-person-high were placed next to the special stool, with wooden cups hanging beside them, and a sign standing beside them wrote: [2 silver coins for beer, 10 silver coins for wine, 50% off! ]

[Note: Each person is limited to one cup at a time, and you can buy it again after finishing the previous cup. Waste is prohibited! Violators will be fined! ]

The cup was a wooden cup found in the old town mayor's castle. As for the volume of a cup, it was about 330ml.

Just like the food at the special stall, all drinks were half price, and players who participated in the daytime event to fight the local tyrant could also get a free drink.

It was fine if they didn’t want to drink it, they could sell their drinks to other players.

However, Chu Guang believed that no one would refuse the opportunity to taste good wine in the game. Even if they got drunk in the game, it would not affect their work the next day.

Some of the players were so drunk that they couldn’t walk straight, and others even lay on the ground, kicking their legs every once in a while, presumably struggling with the network connection.

"Damn it! I think this game company should really add the senses adjustment function!"

"That's right! The feeling of being drunk is not obvious! In this case, what's the point of drinking alcohol?"

“Burp…”

Two drunk small players shouted. Not far away from them, Ya Ya stuck out her tongue, holding a cup in her hand with a look of disgust. "Yucky, it turns out that wine is bitter!"

Teng Teng glanced at her: "Have you never drunk it in real life?"

Ya Ya shook her head repeatedly. "Alcohol allergy... I didn’t know it would taste so bad. I don't regret it anymore."

Autumn Leaves, who had run back to her camp to call people, ran back with everyone.

Looking up at the liveliness and prosperity of the celebration, the eyes of these nomads were full of curiosity, surprise, and deep envy!

Grilled meat!

Pancakes!

And wine!

It was simply too luxurious!

Not far away, Bull and Horse Squad, Old Brother Mole, and other players who formed a group to raid the "greenhouse ruins" were pulling a wagon full of spoils back.

Looking at the lively scene at the north entrance, everyone was stunned for a moment. But soon the VMs on their arms received an active pop-up window, and they were instantly dumbfounded.

"What the hell, what's going on?" "

“Victory banquet?!"

"There was a war campaign?! What the fuck! It’s already over?!"

Looking at the confused faces of old acquaintances, Hold_the_sword_execution who was holding the skewers and a cup of beer, said with a smile. "It's over! Bett Street is our place from now on!"

Night Ten came back to his senses and asked immediately. "It's our territory? What the fuck? Did you get any good loot drops?"

Hold_the_sword_execution shook his head. "No, but the quest rewards are not bad. There are 50 silver coins. I don't know if the rules of war campaigns have been changed, or if the reward rules for invasion and defense are different, there is no auction this time. We only received money and contribution points, and there was a chance to draw a lottery. The lottery mechanism is a bit interesting, but there wasn’t any good prize. I guess the game company just wants to test the loot box system. But anyway, I don't understand it very well."

Old White glanced at the large amount of skewers in his hand. Obviously, this was not an amount that could be finished in a while.

"Aren't you going to work during the day? Why aren't you offline?"

Hold_the_sword_execution said with a smile. "Tomorrow is Saturday, I’m off."

"You guys have weekends off!" Old White looked envious, "That’s so nice.”

"There’s not much to do, and we don’t get paid a lot, so it’s a really boring job. Sometimes I even feel that there is no point for me to be in the office." Hold_the_sword_execution, who was drinking beer and eating meat, suddenly sighed and expressed the aspirations of many players, "If only I could be online 24 hours a day!"

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