"Dear administrator, I am willing to dedicate my farm to the new alliance!"
In the reception room.
Standing in front of Chu Guang, Old Brown lowered his head respectfully and placed his wrinkled right hand tremblingly on his left chest to show respect.
Chu Guang glanced at him in surprise.
Good guy.
Are you so aware?
Hearing that Brown wanted to see him for something, Chu Guang thought he was here to ask for the grain and biomass oil he had borrowed before, but he didn't expect that he was here to surrender.
"Can you tell me what made you suddenly make this decision?"
Of course because I want to live
But wise old Brown naturally wouldn't say that.
The expression on his face was slightly straightened, he raised his head with a solemn and solemn expression, and said in a measured voice.
"This is your speech, dear manager."
Chu Guang recalled his speech carefully. He couldn't remember exactly what he said that day. He only remembered that he advertised his "Nuclear Soda" at the end.
Seeing that Chu Guang didn't speak, Old Brown continued.
"...Your impassioned speech at the celebration enlightened me, who was stupid, and made me feel deeply ashamed of all my past actions. In order to survive, I have done many things that I shouldn't have done. I can't
I can’t help myself in justifying all this, I just hope that this way can alleviate my sins.”
"A new world with equality and no oppression is also what I hope for."
When he said this, Old Brown's face was full of piety, but his heart was filled with bitterness.
In fact, he not only wants to live, but even if the new alliance does not want his farm, he will soon be unable to run it.
During the previous wave battle, Vault 404 requisitioned almost all the biomass oil from his warehouse, and after the war, they showed no intention of returning it.
Of course Brown was too embarrassed to ask for it.
After all, without those blue coats, let alone the farm, his head might have been hung on the chair of the bone-chewing tribe, and there would be no chance for Tidal Wave to take action.
But this is borrowing food and oil, and his warehouse is already empty enough for rats to run away.
Yesterday, he asked his housekeeper to do some calculations and found that he had lost nearly 10,000 chips in just the first two months of the year. He felt like he had a headache when he thought that he still had to support more than 200 slaves and more than 40 servants.
It's about to split.
This is still the beginning of the year.
What if I still get it by the end of the year???
Especially now, a new alliance has been established to include the entire area from the North Fifth Ring Road to Yumu District as a restoration area, and his farm is exactly within this range.
What was supposed to come eventually came.
Old Brown was not surprised at all by this result, but instead breathed a sigh of relief.
At least I don't have to be awakened by the sound outside the house in the middle of the night, and I don't have to face the sunshine of the next morning in fear.
He has had enough of this kind of life!
Before Vault 404 came to free the slaves, he offered his sinful farm to the Great Alliance.
And this is currently the only way he can retain his last dignity.
After listening to Old Brown's impassioned speech, Chu Guang smiled in his heart, but he didn't believe a single punctuation mark of his nonsense.
But this guy can be so self-aware, which saves him a lot of time.
"I'm glad you think so, but we are not the kind of unreasonable people. We will not take your farm. It is your property. As long as you are willing to abide by our order and recognize our sovereignty over the recovery area,
You can continue to operate it under our supervision."
Brown was stunned for a moment after hearing this. He didn't quite understand what Chu Guang meant, so he whispered in a trembling voice.
"Sir, I don't understand what you mean."
Rather than the alliance manager in front of him taking over his farm, he was more afraid of the other party saying politely to him that he couldn't do it.
The new alliance took over the farm, which meant he still had a way to survive.
He was really scared. This blue outer sleeve said, do n’t, do n’t want to, and arrange a public trial for himself to let those slaves write their own crimes.
That's the end of calling the calf!
Reading the fear that gradually emerged in Old Brown's eyes, Chu Guang immediately guessed what he was thinking, so he smiled and said to ease the atmosphere.
"It literally means that as long as you abide by the laws of the alliance, free all slaves, hire employees in accordance with the minimum wage standards and labor treatment we stipulate, and fulfill your tax obligations, you will be protected by the law."
Free all the slaves?
Brown said with a wry smile.
"Sir... you'd better take my farm away. There are lots of land everywhere in this wasteland, but without the slaves, they are just a pile of useless soil. You can't expect food to pop out of the ground on its own.
"
People are never satisfied.
It seems that if we give employees two more days off and let them get off work on time, the day will collapse.
Can't farm without slaves?
joke!
Chu Guang felt that he needed to settle a score with him.
"How many slaves do you have?"
Old Brown didn't dare to hide anything, but he really didn't have the habit of counting how many slaves he had every day, so he said cautiously.
"About two hundred..."
Chu Guang continued.
"How many fields?"
Old Brown continued.
"The actual planting area...is probably more than 500 acres."
More than five hundred acres?
There are so many?
Chu Guang looked slightly surprised.
He had previously estimated based on the map that the actual planting area of Brown Farm was only about one hundred acres. Unexpectedly, it was five times more than his estimate?
This error is a bit outrageous.
but.
This matter can be considered later, as the process of clearing the land has not yet begun.
"With more than two hundred laborers cultivating 500 acres of land, don't you think it's a waste?" Chu Guang said sadly as he looked at Brown, who was unaware of himself.
waste?:.
Brown's face was filled with confusion.
He didn't feel it was wasted at all.
Slaves don't need to be paid, they just need to eat. And the food they eat is cheap. After planting the food, scatter a handful of green wheat on the ground, or find a corner and plant some potato chips, which is their ration.
The unfinished ones can be sold to scavengers cheaply.
When the slaves can no longer work, they can be sold directly, or taken away to be disposed of outside.
"If I were you, I would sell the slaves and use the money to buy a few tractors, equip them with seeders and harvesters, and save some money to build a water tower and irrigation canal for the farm. It's just five hundred acres of land.
More than twenty people are enough! Give them some wages and bonuses, and they will work harder than slaves, and even treat the farm as their own home."
"You can't farm without slaves? This kind of thinking is very problematic!"
Old Brown was stunned for a moment by what Chu Guang said.
After a while, he whispered something.
"...Sir, 200 slaves can only be exchanged for 200,000 silver coins at most. Is this enough money to buy the things you mentioned?"
He didn't know how many silver coins or chips it cost to buy these equipment, but he just felt that the administrator's algorithm was quite casual.
Chu Guang said with a slight smile.
"It may not be enough, but it's not much different. Considering your sincerity in joining the alliance, we are willing to provide you with a loan with a negligible interest rate to help you upgrade your agricultural tools and survive the initial transformation period."
"Don't worry about repaying it. We will distinguish between personal and corporate debts. This is not Boulder City. Even if you go bankrupt, you will not become a slave. As long as the accounts are normal, at most the remaining assets will be auctioned."
Old Brown walked out of the reception room in a daze, thinking about it for a long time without understanding.
He was already prepared to lose the farm and just hoped that the manager could leave him some property for retirement, but he actually got a loan?
And he can continue to run his own farm.
His heart was filled with confusion.
After all, it seems that I still made a profit?
It's outrageous.
For such a self-conscious feudal lord, Chu Guang did not embarrass him, and even encouraged him with a few words and personally sent him to the door.
It is Grandet's behavior to hold all the property tightly in the palm of your hand, and reasonable allocation of resources is what alliance managers should do.
What Chu Guang needs is not a farm, but to ensure the production of food and industrial raw materials in the territory. If Old Brown is willing to take the initiative to welcome the new order, he can certainly give him a decent ending.
If propaganda tools are used properly, Old Brown's deeds may become an example for those small feudal lords outside the recovery area.
Looking at the figure disappearing at the edge of the park, Chu Guang rubbed his chin and thought.
“…the new alliance needs its own publicity department.”
How about simply imitating the Sound of Boulder City and creating its own radio station belonging to Dawn City?
Chu Guang's eyes lit up, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt it was necessary.
What does it mean to do good deeds without leaving a name?
That's called an honest person!
You can't always let other people run the gamut.
Wastelanders in Boulder City and even the entire southern area of Qingquan City have the right to know the truest New Alliance and Dawn City.
All in all, he has to find a few people who can brag and regain the propaganda position that he has been neglecting!
…
The next day, a working group sent by the New Alliance entered Brown Farm and, with the assistance of guards, liquidated the assets of Brown Farm.
The main things that need to be accounted for are slaves and land.
One is about principles and the other is about taxes, both of which are top priorities. As for Old Brown's personal property, Chu Guang has no intention of taking it away from him.
As long as it is within the territory of the new alliance, it will be the same no matter who hands it.
Old Brown also cooperated quite well with the working group that came to transform himself, but when he saw who came, he was dumbfounded.
"Lou, Luka... hello, sir."
When he went to the outpost last winter, he didn't recognize this face. It wasn't until he later inquired about the situation at Jiujiu Farm that he learned that Luca turned out to be a slave who escaped from his place.
When he first heard about this, Old Brown broke into a cold sweat on the spot.
He still remembered that he was so angry that he almost killed the guard who let Luca go without permission. However, considering that this might make things worse, he thought about it and finally decided not to do it.
Looking at Luca standing in front of him, Old Brown was so nervous that he felt like fish on the chopping board.
He even began to regret that he didn't pack up his belongings and run away.
However, Luka didn't make things difficult for him, he looked at him calmly and said.
"Hello, Mr. Brown."
"Following the orders of the manager, I am here to supervise the transformation work of the farm, Luca. We will take the slaves here to the Changjiu Farm for study and transformation, and the commissioner will evaluate the price and give you a one-time compensation."
"After this, I need to ensure that everyone here has obtained a free status. Please remember, it is everyone. Illegal restriction of personal freedom is a felony. You are now a citizen of the New Alliance. I hope you will keep this in mind.
Something.”
He has been reborn. As for the past, Luka no longer wants to pursue it anymore, and it has no meaning.
Besides, this is the task of the manager. Luca, who feels he is more loyal than anyone else, will never let his personal feelings get involved.
Brown Chicken nodded like it was pecking at rice, with a flattering smile on its face.
"I promise you! I will do my best to cooperate with your work!"
Luca nodded.
"It'd better be that way."
Twenty guards in black coats entered the Changjiu Farm in two lines, marching in uniform steps.
The serfs standing next to the shack looked at these people blankly, confused as to what was happening in front of them.
They don't know yet that their destiny will undergo earth-shaking changes.
The farm guards standing around the fence cast envious glances at the rifles on the backs of the guards.
"No wonder they can defeat the people of the Bone Chewing Tribe... With this equipment, I feel like I can compete with Boulder City."
Although they had never been to Boulder City, the uniform formations and uniforms, as well as the shiny long bayonets and rifles on their backs, were the limit of what they could imagine.
At this time, someone continued to say.
"I heard that the most capable people are not this group of people."
"Is there anyone better?"
"Those blue coats are all awakened ones! These ones in black coats are just guards to maintain order."
Everyone is an awakener?!
How can it be!
Not many people believe this.
One or two hundred is more or less acceptable, but they are all awakened ones. This is too exaggerated!
After all, awakening requires not only acquired efforts, but also requires talent. Many people never awaken until they die, and many people suddenly awaken after a life-or-death experience.
"By the way...Old Brown surrenders, what will happen to us?"
"Probably disband on the spot. If I were the manager of the new alliance, I would not allow such a large uncontrolled armed force to exist on my territory."
"But they didn't pay attention to those mercenaries?"
"It's different. A mercenary is a mercenary, but a slave owner's guard is another matter... Anyway, there is a difference."
"If it is really disbanded, I will join the army. I will sacrifice my life for whoever I work for. I won't do anything else anyway."
"Come on, you are such a crooked and poor person? Can you pass the physical examination?"
"hehe!"
Listening to the unscrupulous laughter of his companions around him, Liu Wuyue's face was full of resentment. He not only hated those blue coats for taking away the farm, but also hated these people for being indifferent to the fate of the farm. He was simply ashamed of Brown's treatment of them.
Grace!
This is not loyal at all!
Finally, he couldn't help but cursed in a low voice.
"We gave them so much tribute, and now they want to take the farm from our hands? Bloody Hands is not a bastard!"
A few years ago, he finally transformed from a slave into a guard and became a person with a name. Now he can finally ride on the heads of those slaves and dominate. But now someone actually tells him that they are free?
"The new alliance has been established. Thank you to the great administrator. From now on you are free! I am no longer your master, and you are no longer anyone's slave."
"Let's live a good life in the new era."
"it's all over."
After saying these words, Old Brown hurried away. Soon the working group led by Luca took over the place and started working with the cooperation of the guards.
Many slaves recognized Luca, but the changes in him made all slaves afraid to recognize him.
However, Luka did not put on any airs with them, he walked up to them patiently, and promoted the thoughts and will of the manager to them.
And the only personal belongings he carried
loyalty!
It is the manager who saved you, so you must remember and stick to your loyalty!
After hearing these words, the originally anxious slaves all breathed a sigh of relief.
For most of them, loyalty that can be explained in one sentence is far easier to understand than equality and salvation.
Seeing that these people finally understood the administrator's painstaking efforts, old Luca finally showed a happy smile on his face.
In any case, backward production relations must be abolished.
In the recovery zone of the New Alliance, human freedom will be protected by the law, and this is also Chu Guang's promise to those who support him.
217 serfs and 41 servants will automatically obtain the status of wards and go to the Long-term Farm to undergo transformation ranging from one to six months.
During this period, the new alliance will provide them with food and educational opportunities, and their obligation is to learn at least one skill that can make a living.
Whether it's working on a sewing machine or moving bricks and screwing screws, you must at least find a job that you can do well.
In addition, they also need to learn the laws of the new alliance and accept new ideas.
When the transformation is completed, everyone will automatically obtain the status of a new alliance resident and decide their own future.
Of course they can continue farming.
But no longer for others, but for yourself.
…
Chu Guang originally planned to go there in person to collect the Brown Farm, but unfortunately he had more important matters that he couldn't leave, so he entrusted it to old Luca.
Today is the third day of the establishment of the new alliance. At 8 o'clock in the morning in the wasteland, the first batch of European emperors who have qualified for the closed test of the Beta0.1 version are finally online.
Chu Guang temporarily placed the newly produced culture cabin in Shelter No. 117.
Because there is no independent room suitable for placing sleeping cabins on the B4 floor, and it involves the terminal of the core area control server of the shelter.
This is a function that belongs to "developers", and it is naturally impossible for Chu Guang to open it to players.
Although there is no more space in Vault 404, there are still 100 "deluxe single rooms" available in Vault 117.
In the bug correction of the Beta 0.1 version, Chu Guang changed all the 500 rooms in Vault 117 into double dormitories. The population limit of Vault 117 was instantly doubled and can now accommodate up to 1,000 people.
The first batch of players for the B-round test is tentatively set at 40 people.
At the same time, the exploration plan for Shelter 401 and reactor fuel rods is also in progress. Currently, this work is mainly carried out by the scientific research team led by Yin Fang.
In the square of Vault 117.
There was a lot of noise at the moment.
Most people put on the helmet with the mentality of giving it a try, but to their surprise, it turned out to be true.
All the expectations and worries were settled at this moment, and the joy and excitement bursting out was like being reborn!
Keep your voice down and I will burst into laughter: "Hahahaha! Come in! I finally came in!"
Asia Pictures: "Everyone, be quiet and listen to me. All of you here are the ones who stand out among hundreds of millions of good brothers. Please speak tougher!"
Brother Ice and Fire: "Ouch! Everyone, be tougher! Is the dog planner here? Light a cigarette for Ye Xin!"
Asian Pictures: “Holy shit, bro, you’re awesome!”
Luo Yu rubbed his face repeatedly.
"Eh heh heh? Isn't there a part in this game where you can choose someone's gender?"
Qingfeng looked around blankly.
"The modeling is flawless and cannot be passed through at all. There are also differences in light and shadow effects and temperature. This game... is too real!"
Wearing blue power armor, Chu Guang and his most loyal guards stood aside and quietly watched these cute newcomers crying, laughing, making noises and jumping excitedly.
He has long been accustomed to the players' performance art and can understand their excitement, but the guards next to him are still somewhat unaccustomed to it.
Chu Guang coughed slightly and said softly in the communication channel.
"Freeze awakening syndrome, dormant time of more than two centuries... This happens occasionally, don't be too surprised."
The symptoms were made up by him, and no one could falsify them anyway.
Of course, the guards wearing exoskeletons had no doubts about what the administrator said. In their view, the administrator's will was the truth, and they all nodded loyally.
Not to mention it was an accident, the expressions on their faces did not change at all.
Same as previous versions.
Chu Guang gave these excited little players enough time to celebrate and let them fully vent their excitement and excitement.
At the same time, most of the veteran players who planned to do the "Pass on the Fire" mission stood on the edge of the hall and watched the newbies comment and make choices.
Most of them came here this way.
Even more exaggerated than these newcomers.
Watching the fuss made by the newbies is one of the repertoires of the closed beta test server of "Wasteland OL".
"This new generation is no good," Tails, with his arms crossed, shook his head in an arrogant manner, "No one takes off their pants!"
Sis squinted his tail.
"What you said is very dangerous."
The old players who bring up new players are mainly in the LV8~LV11 range, but there are also some "50% new players" who have just passed LV5 and come to recruit disciples.
Chu Guang did not strictly limit the level of the "Legend of the Fire" mission. He did not even restrict that he must be a professional combat player. The only requirement was to have a VM.
At the same time, since the corps system has been updated in Beta 0.1, many old players who plan to set up independent corps are also here.
However, the recruitment conditions of these big guys are usually more stringent than those of individual players, and they are mainly for like-minded hard-core players.
There are many ways to play "Wasteland OL".
Although we tend to recruit hardcore gamers who are good at playing, we do not "only" recruit hardcore gamers.
An overly serious server atmosphere will make the game niche, which is why Chu Guang has always emphasized on the official website that "Wasteland OL" is a "fun-oriented RPG" that focuses on leisure.
Holding a wooden sign in his hand, he shouted excitedly with his big eyes and loud voice. He looked very much like an old man picking up his children at the entrance of the kindergarten.
"The Death Corps is recruiting! We have the highest battle losses and the most medals. We will go wherever the danger is! The only requirement is to obey the command in team battles and not be afraid of death when fighting in a team. Brother Shui, a professional firefighter, will take you to experience the most realistic fire fighting
on site!"
I couldn't help but squirt while paddling on the edge.
"Have you ever advertised like this?"
Debt Big Eyes smiled.
"You know a lot! Didn't you see those cute newcomers' eyes light up?"
Teenager with bricks raised his hands at construction site.
"I'm so jealous! Rather than having conflicts after joining the group, it's better for us to talk things through with the newcomers!"
On the other side, Brother Mole's "Skeleton Corps" and Commander Fountain's "Storm Corps" are also recruiting people, but neither of them are very open.
In terms of characteristics, there are some. The former mainly focuses on German stick equipment, and engineers and shovels are given to the regiment. The latter advocates breaking the whole into parts, and everyone can wear whatever they want.
Many newbies have seen Brother Mole's posts on the forum. Especially when they heard that he is an unemployed painter, some hardcore gamers have gone to sign up with him.
Apart from the Death Corps, the one who makes the most noise is undoubtedly Brother Mosquito.
This guy can be said to have performed performance art to the extreme. He stood in the square wearing fire-breathing equipment and yelled at the top of his lungs.
"The Burning Corps is recruiting! The T0 boss will help you show off and help you fly! The Corps has an air force and an artillery force, and now it has a 10% discount voucher benefit for Goblin Technology! There is no time limit for use!"
Commander Quan Shui: "Damn it, Mosquito, aren't you a professional player in life?"
Mole on the run in the canyon: "That's right! You're here to join in the fun! And that thing of yours is also called the Air Force?"
Macabazi: "That's right! Your crappy airplane is like an Air Force brother compared to me!"
Don't be ridiculous: "???"
Ignoring everyone's complaints, Mosquito smiled and said: "Hey, who said I am a professional life player! Have you ever seen a professional life player who killed the first wave of SS?"
The Battlefield Atmosphere Team standing aside was the most dissatisfied with me, and they all rolled their eyes in unison.
This guy.
It's just a robbery of someone's head. Do you have the nerve to talk about it every day?
The mosquito coughed.
"No nonsense, I'm helping Lao Bai and the others recruit people. Originally we were going to call it the Ox and Horse Corps, but the name was too lame. We happened to play World of Warcraft together in the past, so we changed it to the Burning Corps."
It turned out to be some big bosses from the cattle and horse herd.
No one complained about Mosquito Keng Mengxin anymore.
Everyone can see the fighting power of the Cow Horse Team.
However, Lao Bai and the others did not recruit new recruits themselves, but let Mosquito do it for them, which was beyond the expectations of Mole, Quanshui and other players.
Did these hateful Europeans receive another hidden mission?
Not sharpening is too much!
In addition to the newly formed corps, those merchant players who planned to trick the newbies into joining the group were also there shouting at them.
The noisy sounds in the square were endless, and the newcomers were confused to find out how these veteran players could be more noisy than them.
At this moment, a scream came from the crowd.
Unprofessional comment: "Gan! Why is my nose flat?"
The surrounding players turned their heads to look at the door and were immediately happy.
Good guy.
An upright walking... Bajie?
The nose and ears are correct!
"Awesome, after Cat Girl, are there pigs?"
"Friend, can you eat pork?"
"Ah, the evil plan planned by the dog!"
"Hahahaha, brother, I have read your notebook!"
Unprofessional comment: “%￥#@!”
Chu Guang, who was standing in the square, also had a surprised expression on his face.
Especially when he browsed this little player's properties panel.
【
ID: Unprofessional anti-steamed bun
Gene sequence: constitution system
Level:LV.0
Basic properties
Strength:5
Agility:3
Constitution: 7
Perception:5
Intelligence:5
】
【
talent:
Pigman: Get the nose, ears and tail of a pig (messed up, the genetic similarity between pigs and humans is as high as 83%, but the integration of the two is not as smooth as expected... Maybe next time I should try cats
.)】
Accelerated recovery: Has a 133%~150% recovery speed bonus, and a 200% bonus to the hunger accumulation speed.
】
It’s the same as the previous Aoao sesame paste.
This player's sequence is not classified as a different species, but as a physical system. The attribute panel is also the standard template of the physical system, with 3 agility and 7 bodies, and the rest are all with a baseline value of 5.
This is also the case.
After all, the claws of lizards and white bears can be used at least, but the debuff of callus hands and feet is that the fingers are not coordinated at all.
But pig's trotters...
Besides braised in brown sauce, Chu Guang really couldn't think of any other uses.
"Forget it, I'll leave it to the players to figure out the specific gameplay."
Chu Guang coughed lightly, walked in front of the players, skillfully blocked the hand that tried to attack the chest, and activated the talent of psychic deterrence, forcing the naughty little players to instinctively retreat.
Wait for everyone to calm down.
Responding to the expectant gazes, Chu Guang read out the opening remarks he had redesigned for the Beta version with a serious expression.
"Welcome back to the surface, lucky ones who are still alive! I am the manager of Vault 404 and the manager of the Alliance.
"I have two important pieces of news to tell you here. The good news is that the war is over, and the bad news is that our world has changed beyond recognition."
"However, the situation here is not as bad as you imagined. Thanks to the efforts of your predecessors, they united the indigenous people on the surface, defeated the barbarians who threatened us, and successfully established our first settlement in the wasteland.
A stronghold."
"According to the resolution of the highest level of the People's Federation, the United Front for the Revitalization of Human Civilization has been established. We have formed a new alliance, and soon recovery districts will spring up like mushrooms after a rain, until we can regain what we have lost one by one."
"You are luckier than tens of billions of people to be able to live in this new era. After celebrating the joy of being reborn, I need you to recognize the current situation as soon as possible, and then fulfill your oath under the banner of the People's Federation."
“Rebuild our home!”
In terms of setting, the players are old popsicles who have been dormant since the People’s League era.
Although the hibernation chamber does not have a freezing function.
After saying this in Chinese, Chu Guang recorded it and backed it up on the server.
From now on, new people will join the game every day, and it is impossible for him to be on site as a repeater every day.
After that, Chu Guang will ask his trusted guards to come here and complete the work on his behalf, wearing a six-type "heavy cavalry" exoskeleton.
Play back his recording.
Or repeat what he said again.
The opening animation ended, and Chu Guang handed over time to the veteran players.
In the lively welcome ceremony, the newbies found their organizations one after another, holding the novice gift packages prepared for them by the managers with great anticipation, preparing to step into this mysterious wasteland world and experience this 100% real virtual reality.
How real can the game be?
With the care of old players, the record of fastest death set by the quitter should not be refreshed so quickly.
At the same time, the most powerful team on the server, the Cow Horse Squadron, was quietly approaching the area in the east of Qingquan City that few people set foot on.
Standing on a half-collapsed tall building.
Holding the telescope in his hand, he looked at the vast forest scattered among the reinforced concrete ruins, with shock written all over his face.
"This is amazing..." -
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