This Game Is Too Realistic
Chapter 360.2: This Is A Precious Mission Item!

Chapter 360.2: This Is A Precious Mission Item!

On the northwest side of Dawn City lay the granary of the northern suburbs.

Standing next to a towering windmill, Chu Guang was inspecting the fields with Charlie.

After a series of reforms and personnel changes, Charlie had resigned from the Traveling Merchants Association and taken on the role of Minister of the Alliance Economic Department.

The vacant position of the Traveling Merchants Association president was filled by the former head of the trading post.

That was also Charlie's suggestion.

The trading post staff often dealt with traveling merchants in the wasteland, especially the management personnel promoted from the grassroots. They were not only familiar with the nature and trading processes of those wasteland wanderers, but handling relationships with them would also be a breeze.

Having the head of the trading post manage the Traveling Merchants Association couldn’t be more perfect.

The Traveling Merchants Association primarily served players, but not exclusively.

This organization was more like a service-oriented department, acting as a bridge in the trade field between players and NPCs.

On the other hand, the Economic Department was more responsible for macro-level strategy formulation, serving the entire alliance, with a more profound significance.

Although there was currently only 1 office, and the total number of personnel could be counted on 1 hand, the position of this department in the alliance would become increasingly important in the future.

The work of reforming the alliance management had finally been completed, and Chu Guang also found some rare free time.

During less busy times, he liked to wander around the farm, relax, and check on how the crops were growing.

Sometimes he would come alone, and occasionally he would bring others.

The most spectacular sight was probably the rice fields. The crops in the fields were thriving, and the sturdy, deep green seedlings already had hints of tender yellow.

With the improved seeds cultivated by CNC planting towers, combined with fertilizers produced by chemical plants, along with the hard work of players and survivors, the harvest in the fields this year was expected to be quite abundant.

It was possible that the yield per 100 square meters could exceed 1,000 kilograms in the first year!

Currently, the New Alliance's cultivated land area had increased from 20 square kilometers to 30 square kilometers, with more than half being high-yield corn and rice.

They only needed to wait for 2 more months.

By August, the grain produced on this fertile land would fill the alliance's granaries!

Looking at the vast fields, a smile reminiscent of his old farmer appeared on Chu Guang's face.

Great!

However... These crops alone are obviously not enough.

"... I originally thought that the initial plan of 20 square kilometers would be enough, but it seems that plans can't keep up with changes."

In an ideal situation, 666 square meters to 1,400 square meters of land could support a survivor, and 2,000 square meters of land would be enough to support a player. With Dawn City's population, Chu Guang's initial plan of 20 square kilometers should have been sufficient.

Moreover, in the ‘Forging Swords into Plows’ expansion, players had actually cultivated more land than he initially planned, with an additional 4 square kilometers.

In Chu Guang's vision, the food produced from this land should not only fill the stomachs of New Alliance residents but also bring prosperity.

However, he didn't expect that by middle of the year, the permanent population of the New Alliance had multiplied several times, 3,000 to nearly 30,000...

That didn’t even include the players who usually ate more than ordinary people and the more than 20,000 slaves in the prisoner-of-war camp.

Due to the drastic fluctuations in population, the New Alliance's granary, like Schrödinger's cat, keeps switching between enough and not enough.

"Our population growth is indeed a bit fast... The growth rate far exceeds our cultivated land area." Charlie, walking alongside Chu Guang, also looked a bit worried.

Having a large population was a good thing. In the wasteland, the population itself was a valuable asset.

However, it was a double-edged sword.

People only had strength when they were well-fed, a sense of shame when they had clothes to wear, loyalty when they had a house to sleep in, and thought about the future of the next generation when they formed a family.

If the rapidly growing demand could not be met, the surplus population would become a burden.

"That can’t be helped. We can't just leave those people alone." Looking at the survivors working in the distance, Chu Guang replied succinctly.

He had lived in Baker Street for a not-so-short period. For him, those survivors were living people, not just a number.

It was because of this that many people were willing to sincerely offer their loyalty to the New Alliance.

In an optimistic view, there were still many ways to solve this problem.

He had many cards to play.

"... 25 square kilometers of cultivated land is far from enough; we need to open up more farmland. Before the sowing of winter wheat begins, we need to ensure that the cultivated land area expands to 50 square kilometers, and reach 100 square kilometers before the spring plowing next year."

After pondering for a moment, Chu Guang continued. "In addition, we need to mobilize prisoners of war to open up the land from the east of West Continent Lake to the south bank of Heavenly Water Municipality. Although the terrain there is a bit rugged, the soil is fertile. When the levee on the east bank of West Continent Lake is completed, it shouldn't be a problem to reach 100 square kilometers of cultivated land."

"Before achieving complete self-sufficiency in food, we can only try to import from the farms in the south. Regarding trade issues, you need to pay more attention to it along with the Trade Department and Foreign Affairs Department."

Old Charlie nodded seriously. "I will pay attention."

Fortunately, New Alliance's industrial products were quite popular in the south.

Especially the LD 47 series rifles and various large-caliber weapons. They were perfect for dealing with mutant humans active in the Brocade River Province.

Although those green-skinned muscle men had strong resilience and fierce melee abilities, they couldn't withstand the fire of 7mm full-power bullets and the 20mm high-explosive shells fired by the Lance.

Recently, many farm owners had sent their men to buy some propeller planes.

However, flying planes like that required some skill.

The plan of those farm owners was to send a batch of loyal servants over to learn how to fly the plane. Once they learned the skill, they could fly the plane back directly.

Of course, they would pay the tuition fee with food.

The profit from selling planes was much higher than selling rifles, although it was a propeller plane, it could still fly.

Exchanging one plane for the food of 1,000 to 2,000 people was not a problem at all.

After discussing the future plans, Chu Guang looked at Old Charlie and continued with a smiling face. "Let's talk about something cheerful."

"Luca called me this morning and said that the importing goods we spent 500,000 chips on are on their way. This includes the food we need, cotton cloth, equipment needed for the construction of the power grid, and tools for construction."

"In two days, he and these 450 tons of goods will arrive in the northern suburbs, and then a large batch of new goods will be delivered to us every 3 days."

"With these goods, our construction site in Daybreak City will be twice as efficient. Perhaps our new settlement will be on the right track before the end of this year."

Seeing the administrator had a happy face, Charlie also squeezed out a smile from his face, but that smile was somewhat bitter.

How can this be considered good news?

500,000 chips...

In just a single day, they spent the lifetime savings of 5 Old Leeches.

Not to mention they needed to pay the money back somehow.

...

Boulder Town, in a residence near the inner city.

Sitting on an exquisite chair, Elisa gently teased the black cat lying in her arms with her slender index finger.

Listening to the purring of the cat in her arms, her slightly curled eyelashes formed a soft crescent moon.

Beside her chair, 2 bodyguards and a servant stood.

One of the bodyguards had metal-textured electronic eyes rotating in his eye sockets, staring intently at the unfamiliar guest in the room.

Although he was being stared at by 3 pairs of eyes, Ample Time didn't mind. They were NPCs, after all.

Wasn't it normal for players to be the focus when triggering a plot?

What concerned him more was the girl sitting in the chair.

She was wearing an expensive-looking long dress, her dark brown hair tied up delicately, revealing her fair neck.

Unlike Dori, she had a kind of indescribable temperament, as if she didn't belong to this world.

Thinking about it carefully, it was not surprising.

After all, standing in this mansion, no matter which window one looked out of, one couldn't see a trace of the wasteland.

Looking at the girl sitting in the chair, Ample Time couldn't help but marvel. The game development team really should get a pay raise.

Incorporating three completely different art styles into the same map, yet the intense visual contrast during scene transitions was seamless and didn’t feel out of place.

What is considered art?

This is!

"Thank you, Mr. Mercenary. I thought I would never see my Little Black again." The pleasant voice brought Ample Time back to reality.

When he regained his senses, he retracted his gaze and politely replied. "You're welcome.”

His Federation language had become more proficient recently, and in the spirit of improving language skills, he decided to speak a bit more. “It's my honor to make you worry."

However... It might be that his expression wasn't accurate enough, or there was a problem with his grammar.

The bodyguards and servant next to Elisa, as well as Elisa herself, all stared at him dumbfounded.

Elisa was clearly also taken aback.

However, the girl who regained her senses just giggled playfully and blinked her eyes, using her melodious voice to say. "Maybe you meant something else. Anyway, thanks to your help, I was able to find Little Black again."

2 days ago, when that unknown small newspaper found her, Elisa didn't really have much hope. Unexpectedly, they really found her lost Little Black.

Out of curiosity, she had the servant bring this mercenary to her.

It was different from what she imagined.