Chapter 25: Chapter 25. Not Enough Manpower

The cheers came from the cement kiln.

Lucius walked in and saw that Tomorrow and Bunny were piling up a pile of light gray powder on the ground, adding water and sand to stir it into a paste-like mud.

Roughly estimated, this batch of cement is about 20 kilograms. Because it is a trial firing, there are not many fired in this batch. Judging from the volume of the filling port of the cement kiln, it should be no problem to process half a ton a day. Although it is not as good as professional production equipment, it is barely usable.

"Dear Master Manager!"

Noticing Lucius walking towards this side, the two players dropped their tools and greeted him excitedly.

"Cement!"

"We finally made portland cement!"

It's really not easy.

In order to make the temperature in the cement kiln reach over 1450 degrees, the two of them frantically rubbed the blower, adding charcoal one shovel after another, in this entire process their arm almost came out.

Especially Bunny, whose genetic sequence is the strength system, and he has been upgraded in the past three days!

"You guys are doing a great job."

Lucius looked at them approvingly, nodded and said.

"With these cements, we have taken a big step forward from the first phase of the plan. The shelter will remember your contributions, and each of you will be rewarded with 1,000 contribution points!"

There were joyful expressions on the faces of the two players. The hard work of the past few days has not been in vain! However, what they don't know is that the NPC and dog planner standing in front of them has already started to think about how to recover the super-issued 'currency' in their hands.

Inflation is too fast, it will affect the life of the game.

Or……

Open a drawing function?

1000 contribution points draw once? It's not impossible.

Just when Lucius was thinking about how to make it more suitable, Tomorrow and Bunny looked at each other, looked at him and said respectfully.

"My lord, there is one thing I must report to you!"

"Say."

"Now that the cement has been fired successfully, we need more manpower to start the construction of the outpost!"

Lucius looked at them.

"How many people do you need?"

Lao Bai rushed to say.

"At least ten people! Of course, the more the better! The cement kiln needs to be manually blasted and calcined. Two people can operate one kiln in shifts, and we will build a second one soon. This will require four people! Moving from the construction site At least four stone materials are needed, and more than eight are needed to build walls and houses."

Lucius made a calculation in his heart.

This must be sixteen people? At present, the food stored in the outpost is only enough to feed seven people including himself for a week. The population has suddenly tripled, and it is not known whether the logistics can handle it.

Lucius hesitated again and again, but finally made up his mind to take a gamble.

It's number 9 now.

Nearly a third of September has passed, and if we don't work harder, it will be difficult to complete the outpost before winter.

"Okay, I get it."

Nodding his head, looking at the two players, Lucius continued.

"I will apply to my superiors for support. Three days later, a group of new members will wake up from hibernation and come to the surface to join our cause."

Hearing these words, Bunny and Tomorrow had expressions of joy on their faces. With the addition of newcomers, their infrastructure plans will be much easier than it is now!

Not only that, Tomorrow's conjecture has also been verified. The authority of this NPC is not just as simple as a simple NPC, it can even affect the progress of the game's beta test.

This made Tomorrow can't help but think of the fantasy setting of online games in early online novels——

[ The game runs on a supercomputer with unlimited computing power. The game company has formulated a world view framework, and the content is completely dynamically generated by AI. ]

Maybe Wasteland OL is like this!

The more Tomorrow thought about it, the more excited he became.

He felt he understood something about the game again.

...

With carpentry and chefs, the working conditions and quality of life of players have been improved visibly.

With the help of 'WC Really Has Mosquitoes,' the construction team of Bunny and Tomorrow obtained the molds for making mud bricks, and also helped Gale and Walker improve the fishing traps.

He even used tree stumps to make a wooden toilet for toilet without cutting the butt. Now I can finally sit on the toilet. It's just that not everyone likes this kind of toilet.

Such as Gale. This guy seems to be a bit of a clean freak. Even in the game, he couldn't accept using the toilet used by others. He stubbornly dug another hole next to the original toilet and inserted wood as a cover.

Thanks to this, the outpost now has a second toilet. But compared to these insignificant things, the most surprising thing is this guy and Walker's fishing plan. With the help of the improved trap, the two finally caught the first fish before evening. And it's a big fish!

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Judging by the appearance, it should belong to catfish.

The reason why I say 'should' is because the wide lips and head are really big and bizarre, white spots are scattered among the dark blue patterns, and coral-like red whiskers are dotted on the tentacles.

Obviously, this is also a mutated mutant.

Seeing the 'big guy' flopping about in the trap and trying to escape, Gale and Walker were so excited that they were about to cry, and they didn't mind how ugly this guy looked at all.

It's been three days!

Three full days!

Finally, let them catch one!

Taking advantage of the fact that the big bird circling in the sky and the beast by the lake didn't notice, they quickly dragged the big guy from the lake to the shore with a trap, and brutally beat him to death with steel rods.

It was not until it was completely dead that its head and tail were tied to the steel bar with a rope, and they carried it one after the other, and brought the twitching dead fish back to the outpost.

"Brother Scrambled Eggs, take a look, can this stuff be eaten?"

"F*ck? What is this?"

Staring at the catfish that Gale and Walker threw on the ground, and Scrambled Eggs that was making a smoked fish rack, their eyes almost popped out.

He has been frying for half of his life, and this is the first time he has seen such a big catfish with his own eyes. Just the fish head can fill a washbasin.

By the way, if this thing is thrown into the lake, can other fish survive???

Catfish eat meat!

"It should be catfish," Gale said.

"Nonsense, of course I know it's a catfish," Scrambled Eggs squatted down and opened its fish lips, glanced at it, pulled it again, and said with its tongue, "Good guy... I'm afraid it will weigh a hundred catties!"

Walker hurriedly asked, "Can I make smoked fish?"

"Who the hell uses catfish to make smoked fish..." Scrambled Eggs continued speechlessly, "This thing is very fat, and there is moisturizing mucus on the surface. It is quite troublesome to handle. I don't know if it can be dehydrated."

"What's the matter?" Gale asked.

"I haven't tried it, let's try it first..." Looking at the smoked fish rack that he had made for a long time, Scrambled Eggs fell silent.

A fish weighing more than a hundred catties must be overwhelmed.

Can only be redone...

...

Dusk.

Brother Scrambled Eggs took the place of the manager and stewed a pot of fish head soup for the players. Practice has proved that this stuff is indeed edible.

And it tastes surprisingly good.

Although there is no other side dish, and there is no onion, ginger, or garlic cooking wine to remove the fishy smell, Brother Scrambled Eggs still uses his superb cooking skills to cook a pot of fresh but not greasy fish head soup with only salt and soy sauce as seasoning.

The players ate with tears streaming down their faces.

Brother Scrambled Eggs and Mosquito were pleasantly surprised by the taste in the game, while the other four players were moved by the fact that they finally had a bite of normal food.

Woohoo, it's not easy...

I got off the line at 6:00 p.m. that day, but in reality it happened to be 6:00 a.m. in the morning.

The closed beta players just got off the game, and before they had time to board the Penguin, the news in the Cowboy Club group exploded.

Quit Smoking: [ Fuck! Look at the official website! ]

Bear Hugger: [ You haven't given up yet...]

Keeping People Under The Knife: [ What's wrong with the official website? ]

Quit Smoking: [ Alpha0.2 version major update! The official website will release 24 test qualifications again! The number of closed beta players will be expanded to 30!!! ]

Keeping People Under The Knife: [ What? ]

Bear Hugger: [ Hehe, let’s start talking about leeks, tell me, how much is it? I see enough to file a case at the police station downstairs. ]

Quit Smoking: [ Shouldn’t you need money, I don’t think there’s any mention of fees in the announcement! Haha, I don't believe it, I can't make it this time!!! ]

Picking Up Trash Level 99: [ If you think too much, the number of reservations has already broken through a hundred. 24 additional places...the probability is one-fourth to one-fifth,]

Quit Smoking: [ Breaking a hundred? ! What the hell, can there be so many living people in our group??? ]

Picking Up Trash Level 99: [ Uh, not all of them belong to our group... I saw a lot of game groups discussing this game last night. ]

WC Really Has Mosquitoes: [ It's actually out of the circle. ]

Otaku, Who Will Come To Japan: [ Well, I just checked, and the number of reservations is already 111. ]

Quit Smoking: [ I'm here! ]

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