This is the second snowfall in Spring City since september. And very coincidentally, just in time for the players to take turns going offline. As soon as many people pushed to check the door, they saw dots of silver sprinkled beside the torch.
"It's only late september...winter is coming too early."
"It's really early."
"After a rational analysis, it may be that the orbital debris in outer space has blocked part of the sunlight, causing the planet to absorb insufficient heat. Coupled with the rapid decline of civilization activities caused by the war, the lush vegetation has weakened the greenhouse effect..."
"No, can this game be so real?"
"It depends on how the game operator sets it up. Anyway, the setting on the official website says that they have hit the sky, so they are allowed to talk nonsense, but I am not allowed to talk nonsense?"
"Nima..."
At the north gate, there was a knock on the door.
After confirming that it was his own person, the guard on the wall greeted him, and the player next to the door lifted the latch to let the people outside go.
Lucius looked towards the north gate.
I saw a player of the strength system and a player of the perception system walking quickly with a man who was tied into a rice dumpling and missing an ear, and threw him in front of him. Also thrown on the ground was the corpse of a mutated hyena.
"Dear Master Manager, we found this guy near the northern elevated observation point!"
Both players were wounded, but the man was obviously more seriously injured. There was a broken arrow stuck in his knee, and he grinned in pain.
The man lying on the ground couldn't understand what the two people behind him were saying, so he stretched out his head in fear and begged Lucius for mercy.
"Big, my lord, I'm a scavenger nearby, I don't know what offended you."
"Scavenger isn't out there at this point," Lucius said with poker face.
"I, accidentally delayed for a while..."
Ignoring this set of pale rhetoric, Lucius took out 5 silver coins from his pocket and handed them to the players, letting them divide them among themselves. Then he bent down to look at the man, and hooked his necklace with his index finger.
There was a human finger bone strung there. And it still looks like an index finger.
In the Bloody Hand clan, the skull is the "royal" vessel of the leader, while the finger bones are the decorations that most predators are keen on.
They would cut off the captive's index finger and dry it to make ornaments such as bracelets, necklaces, pendants and even bone armor, showing off his bravery and barbarism. Throwing away the oily necklace in disgust, Lucius straightened up expressionlessly.
He didn't look at the ashen-faced man, but looked at the two players.
"Predator."
"Send to the gallows."
The two players said respectfully.
"Yes!"
"Obey!"
Bringing it back alive is only because the rewards for doing so are relatively high. Most players are no strangers to the methods of Mr. Manager to deal with predators.
So it was no surprise at all to hear the order to send the gallows. But for the person who is about to be hanged, it is another mentality.
As if guessing his own fate, the hysterical wailing and begging for mercy were dragged all the way outside the north gate, adding a bit of fear and blood to the desolate woods outside the gate.
The sound and the crime stopped abruptly.
The north gate was closed again, and the two players dragged the corpse towards the morgue.
Standing in front of the nursing home, Lucius didn't feel any pity in his heart. He even yawned. Seeing the furnace of the extractor start to run, he turned and walked towards the elevator of the nursing home.
It was already twelve o'clock in the morning. I have to get up at six o'clock tomorrow.
The enthusiasm of these players to go online is higher than expected, and Lucius feels that his biological clock is about to be messed up.
...
The snowfall was not heavy, but it lasted for a long time. It didn't stop until five o'clock in the morning the next day.
There is a layer of hoarfrost on the ground, and there is a rustling sound when you step on it. When the sun rises, it will disappear completely, as if it has never been there before.
"There seem to be fewer alien species in the city at night."
"Is it because of the snow?"
"Probably, they may have hid when the weather was cold, but those eaters didn't seem to have any effect. I saw them come out of the community, wandering on the street until four or five o'clock, and then slowly moved back. .”
"Do you remember where they came from?"
"Probably remember, I'll go offline to have a meal first, and post on the forum on the map later."
"Brother, be steady!"
The players who came back from the reconnaissance point chatted with other players in the square of the base. Lucius, who was standing at the gate of the nursing home, heard all these voices.
Since there are no radios, these players usually exchange information in the square, especially during the peak hours of going online and offline. For Lucius, this is another good channel for obtaining information besides the forum. These players are like his eyes.
However, he still has things to do in a while, and it is impossible to stay here forever. He had to go to Brown Farm again before the road was blocked by heavy snow, and come back with some supplies. This time he prepared a new trade item - some struvite.
At Brown Farm, it should fetch a good price.
"Master Manager, the supplies you ordered are ready, and we are ready to go at any time!"
[ Mole In The Hole ] wearing a hyena fur coat walked over excitedly. On his back was a temporarily issued 7mm bolt-action iron-barreled rifle, a studded wooden stick and a short knife were tied to his waist on the left side, and a Molotov cocktail filled with wood tar was tied to the right side, which looked more and more like this Natives of the wasteland. However, he has not yet grasped the essence.
Lucius tried so many weapons, but the water pipe with a "fork" was the most convenient.
Seeing him nodding, Lucius said, "Wait for me a moment."
With that said, Lucius turned around and went back to the refuge, and walked out wearing KV-1 power armor after a while, and put the nitrogen-powered hammer drawn from the system behind his back.
Seeing the manager's outfit, the eyes of the surrounding players stared straight.
"F*ck, this hammer is a bit handsome!"
"Nice! Did I miss any plot? When did our NPC change equipment?"
"I don't know, maybe it's already there in the refuge... Didn't the settings on the official website say that the underground is a huge cryogenic hibernation facility? Maybe there is an equipment warehouse?"
"Hey! I really want to make one too!"
"Don't think about it, the NPC's equipment is just for you to see, but I'm curious if this thing is really useful in the wasteland? In the face of bullets."
"You're stupid, just because you haven't seen awesome armor doesn't mean you don't have it, maybe it's used with other things."
"The atmosphere is suddenly cyberpunk."
"What cyberpunk, this is wasteland punk!"
"I know, but you are so serious about playing tricks, it seems that you are dumb."
As a competent NPC, Lucius neither picked up their stalks nor paid attention to their excited exchanges. He performed his duties on his own and walked to the prepared caravan.
Before that, Lucius gave an assignment in the form of [ WC Really Has Mosquitoes ], asking him to design a medium-distance transportation tool with a cargo capacity of more than five tons.
Facts have proved that this guy's technology is quite reliable as long as he makes tools within the scope of normal people's understanding.
The entire caravan is 2.5 meters long and 1 meter wide, and the space inside is quite spacious. The chassis is also made of simple shock absorbers with springs, so there is no problem for transporters. Considering rain and dust protection, the roof is covered with two layers of picked up plastic sheets, and the front and back are made of door curtains.
In this way, even if it is raining, you don't have to worry about the things inside getting wet, which can be said to be quite easy to use.
The only fly in the ointment is that there are no cows or mules in the outpost, so players can only pull them temporarily.
"Set off!"
Following Lucius's order, the caravan team consisting of 6 players and 1 NPC left the south gate of the outpost and headed towards Brown Farm under the envious eyes of other players.
It's different from last time. With such a big commotion this time, it is inevitable that it will attract the attention of some alien species.
Especially the mutated cockroach the size of a puppy and the mutated fly the size of a washbasin. These insect-like mutants seemed to have lost their fear of humans after mutation, and came out of the shadows when they heard any movement.
However, these players are no longer freshmen who just entered the game, especially after the baptism of that battle, they are already able to do it well when facing the enemy.
Lucius didn't make a move at all, sitting in the rear, watching the players use knives, guns, sticks and stones to kill these miscellaneous soldiers. If there are alien species that they can't deal with, or other high-threat targets, he will naturally shoot.
What's more interesting is that Lucius discovered that his genetic sequence is not only a basic exercise, but also can accumulate a small amount of development progress when leading players in battle.
Lucius was very curious about this unique way of evolution. However, he can't record the development progress of the gene sequence in real time for the time being, so he can only do in-depth research when conditions permit.
Stopping and stopping along the way, bypassing the impassable ruins, finally arrived at the destination before 9:30.
Outside Brown's farm.
When Lucius and his party arrived near the door, they saw a strong man with a shotgun on his back leading a thin serf out of the wall.
The two sides met face to face, Lucius was not nervous, but the other side was nervous.
Especially when he saw the exoskeleton on Lucius's body and the slightly exaggerated hammer behind him, he subconsciously touched the shotgun behind him.
"We are passing merchants, don't be nervous."
"Where is there any merchant at this time—eh, it's you?"
Karunas, who was standing on the fence, froze for a moment, retracted the gun barrel that had just been stretched out, and stared straight at the exoskeleton and hammer on Lucius's body—and the blue coat under the exoskeleton.
He clearly remembered that this guy wasn't dressed like this the last time he came here.
"That's right, it's me." Lucius smiled lightly and shouted towards the wall, "We need food, steel and copper."
"What are you going to trade for?"
Karunas stared vigilantly at the group of people outside the fence, looking back and forth at the equipment on their bodies, a little uncertain. This group of people is obviously much stronger than when they came last time.
In principle, this is not a good time to do business. Today's winter is earlier than usual, and they have to save some food for the winter, and they have to prepare some surplus food to prevent the predators from attacking the autumn wind.
Predators from the north come here from time to time, and although the farm is not without guns, no one wants to risk fighting those people. If there is a wave of harassment during the spring plowing, the loss will not only be the little grain of the tribute.
However……
The gun on the opponent's back made him have to carefully consider the risk of refusing.
Lucius didn't speak, just walked to the caravan, opened the curtain, took out a sack from inside, and tore off the rope tied to it.
Karunas narrowed his eyes, trying to see clearly.
"This is……"
"High-purity magnesium ammonium phosphate, if you don't understand it, you can understand it as struvite, in short, it is a high-quality fertilizer." Lucius looked up at Karunas on the wall, and his tone was slightly displeased, "Can you come down?" Talk, I'm tired of talking like this."
"Wait for me for a while...I have to ask my master for instructions."
After throwing down these words, Karunas disappeared on the fence, but not long after, he led a serf out and reappeared at the main entrance.
"My old friend...you have changed a bit."
"I got rich recently."
"Are you really nomads?" Karunas stared straight at the blue coat under Lucius's exoskeleton, obviously not so sure of her judgment.
"Is it important?" Lucius smiled lightly and said, "Don't worry, I picked up this coat."
Seeing that Lucius didn't intend to reveal more, Karunas stopped asking, but looked at the bag of fertilizer.
"I need an inspection."
This is a reasonable request, Lucius nodded.
"Please."
The inspection method was the same as last time. Karunas kicked the serf next to him and pointed to the bag.
The slave stepped forward, stretched out his index finger and wiped it in the bag, then stuffed his finger into his mouth as if no one else was there, and took a sip.
"It's struvite."
Hearing these words, a smile appeared on Karunas's face.
Although I don't know where this group of people got these good things, but these things are indeed what they need.
Although livestock and human manure is also a kind of fertilizer after heating, it does not contain enough nitrogen, and its comprehensive fertility is obviously not as good as struvite that has been deposited over time and washed by rain.
Often a handful of bird droppings is worth a large bucket of cow dung. And if the latter is used, it must be mixed with urea and sprinkled together.
Brown Farm itself is not capable of producing high-quality urea in large quantities. Using urine directly will not only burn the roots, but also easily cause soil compaction when mixed with manure.
Therefore, they often import synthetic and organic fertilizers from Boulder City or Demonia Town, and mix them with fermented manure. Not just the Brown Farm, but the entire area around Spring City, and almost all the survivors who farmed the land lived like this.
"You make a price!"
"We only brought 300 kilograms here. If you give me a sincere price, we can cooperate in the future."
About 10-50 kilograms of fertilizer is needed for one mu of land, which cannot be generalized depending on the crop, soil condition, type of fertilizer, and expected harvest.
Judging from the pre-war map, the size of the entire farm is not that big, and it can make up 80 to 100 acres of arable land, which is equivalent to 7 to 9 standard playgrounds.
Of course, it is not ruled out that they are engaged in three-dimensional agriculture and indoor planting. After all, similar technologies were not uncommon before the war.
Lucius couldn't guess their needs, so he simply asked them to quote by themselves.
After hesitating for a moment, Karunas said tentatively.
"300 kilograms... how about 2 tons of green wheat?"
Hearing this number, Lucius couldn't help but sigh in his heart. It's my fault that I didn't speak first.
The wholesale price ratio he found on the Internet on the other side of the earth is about 1:5, and his psychological expectation is about 1:6~7.
Looking at it now, the prices in the parallel world can be said to have no reference value at all.
Lucius looked at him and said.
"Minimum 5 tons."
"5 tons?! This is impossible," Karunas exclaimed, "Our yield per 0.200acre of land is only 250 kg of green wheat."
"That's because you didn't use our fertilizer, and it will be 500 kg from next year,"
The yield of this mutated crop is not good...
It would be great if we could get access to the pre-war seed bank.
As far as the standard wheat is concerned, the yield of 0.200acre of land on the earth in the parallel world is at least 300 kg, and it is not a problem to be as high as hundreds of kg, but thousands of kg must be bragging.
Lucius thought in his heart, his own shelter is fine, there must be some seed stocks in those normal shelters, right?
I don't know whether it is because of the distance or the climate that the pre-war crops have not become popular in the wasteland.
Or is it just in this area?
"Are you dreaming? 500 kg 0.200acre?" Karunas stared wide-eyed, shaking her head and said, "Friends, if you are really sincere, 3 tons... This is the bottom line I can accept. We have a stable supply Do you think your struvite is irreplaceable?”
"But it is definitely the most cost-effective, and I don't think they will sell it to you cheaply when they ship it all the way," Lucius looked at him and said, "1 kilogram is exchanged for 12 kilograms of grain, and it will come early this winter." Now, this is my biggest concession."
"We will also supply a large amount of this thing next year. If you can't accept the price, I'd rather go back the same way and sell it to a passing merchant."
The struvites by the Lonia Lake are scattered in the shallows on the south side and extend to the east side. The reserves are not rich, but there are definitely a lot of them. It can be dug out with a little time and manpower.
Lucius didn't know why these survivors didn't find that treasure land, but anyway it belonged to his territory now.
Karunas hesitated for a while, but finally nodded.
"Okay, you better not lie to me... Next spring, we need 3 tons of struvite, which will be used during the planting season. Where are you? Spring City or the surrounding area? If it's not far away, we can come to pick up the goods."
"There's no need for that. When this winter is over, we will naturally deliver the goods to your door."
Lucius smiled and stretched out his right hand.
"Then wish us a happy cooperation."
Despite the pain on his face, Karunas still forced a smile and held the hand he extended.
"... Happy cooperation."
This is the second snowfall in Spring City since september. And very coincidentally, just in time for the players to take turns going offline. As soon as many people pushed to check the door, they saw dots of silver sprinkled beside the torch.
"It's only late september...winter is coming too early."
"It's really early."
"After a rational analysis, it may be that the orbital debris in outer space has blocked part of the sunlight, causing the planet to absorb insufficient heat. Coupled with the rapid decline of civilization activities caused by the war, the lush vegetation has weakened the greenhouse effect..."
"No, can this game be so real?"
"It depends on how the game operator sets it up. Anyway, the setting on the official website says that they have hit the sky, so they are allowed to talk nonsense, but I am not allowed to talk nonsense?"
"Nima..."
At the north gate, there was a knock on the door.
After confirming that it was his own person, the guard on the wall greeted him, and the player next to the door lifted the latch to let the people outside go.
Lucius looked towards the north gate.
I saw a player of the strength system and a player of the perception system walking quickly with a man who was tied into a rice dumpling and missing an ear, and threw him in front of him. Also thrown on the ground was the corpse of a mutated hyena.
"Dear Master Manager, we found this guy near the northern elevated observation point!"
Both players were wounded, but the man was obviously more seriously injured. There was a broken arrow stuck in his knee, and he grinned in pain.
The man lying on the ground couldn't understand what the two people behind him were saying, so he stretched out his head in fear and begged Lucius for mercy.
"Big, my lord, I'm a scavenger nearby, I don't know what offended you."
"Scavenger isn't out there at this point," Lucius said with poker face.
"I, accidentally delayed for a while..."
Ignoring this set of pale rhetoric, Lucius took out 5 silver coins from his pocket and handed them to the players, letting them divide them among themselves. Then he bent down to look at the man, and hooked his necklace with his index finger.
There was a human finger bone strung there. And it still looks like an index finger.
In the Bloody Hand clan, the skull is the "royal" vessel of the leader, while the finger bones are the decorations that most predators are keen on.
They would cut off the captive's index finger and dry it to make ornaments such as bracelets, necklaces, pendants and even bone armor, showing off his bravery and barbarism. Throwing away the oily necklace in disgust, Lucius straightened up expressionlessly.
He didn't look at the ashen-faced man, but looked at the two players.
"Predator."
"Send to the gallows."
The two players said respectfully.
"Yes!"
"Obey!"
Bringing it back alive is only because the rewards for doing so are relatively high. Most players are no strangers to the methods of Mr. Manager to deal with predators.
So it was no surprise at all to hear the order to send the gallows. But for the person who is about to be hanged, it is another mentality.
As if guessing his own fate, the hysterical wailing and begging for mercy were dragged all the way outside the north gate, adding a bit of fear and blood to the desolate woods outside the gate.
The sound and the crime stopped abruptly.
The north gate was closed again, and the two players dragged the corpse towards the morgue.
Standing in front of the nursing home, Lucius didn't feel any pity in his heart. He even yawned. Seeing the furnace of the extractor start to run, he turned and walked towards the elevator of the nursing home.
It was already twelve o'clock in the morning. I have to get up at six o'clock tomorrow.
The enthusiasm of these players to go online is higher than expected, and Lucius feels that his biological clock is about to be messed up.
...
The snowfall was not heavy, but it lasted for a long time. It didn't stop until five o'clock in the morning the next day.
There is a layer of hoarfrost on the ground, and there is a rustling sound when you step on it. When the sun rises, it will disappear completely, as if it has never been there before.
"There seem to be fewer alien species in the city at night."
"Is it because of the snow?"
"Probably, they may have hid when the weather was cold, but those eaters didn't seem to have any effect. I saw them come out of the community, wandering on the street until four or five o'clock, and then slowly moved back. .”
"Do you remember where they came from?"
"Probably remember, I'll go offline to have a meal first, and post on the forum on the map later."
"Brother, be steady!"
The players who came back from the reconnaissance point chatted with other players in the square of the base. Lucius, who was standing at the gate of the nursing home, heard all these voices.
Since there are no radios, these players usually exchange information in the square, especially during the peak hours of going online and offline. For Lucius, this is another good channel for obtaining information besides the forum. These players are like his eyes.
However, he still has things to do in a while, and it is impossible to stay here forever. He had to go to Brown Farm again before the road was blocked by heavy snow, and come back with some supplies. This time he prepared a new trade item - some struvite.
At Brown Farm, it should fetch a good price.
"Master Manager, the supplies you ordered are ready, and we are ready to go at any time!"
[ Mole In The Hole ] wearing a hyena fur coat walked over excitedly. On his back was a temporarily issued 7mm bolt-action iron-barreled rifle, a studded wooden stick and a short knife were tied to his waist on the left side, and a Molotov cocktail filled with wood tar was tied to the right side, which looked more and more like this Natives of the wasteland. However, he has not yet grasped the essence.
Lucius tried so many weapons, but the water pipe with a "fork" was the most convenient.
Seeing him nodding, Lucius said, "Wait for me a moment."
With that said, Lucius turned around and went back to the refuge, and walked out wearing KV-1 power armor after a while, and put the nitrogen-powered hammer drawn from the system behind his back.
Seeing the manager's outfit, the eyes of the surrounding players stared straight.
"F*ck, this hammer is a bit handsome!"
"Nice! Did I miss any plot? When did our NPC change equipment?"
"I don't know, maybe it's already there in the refuge... Didn't the settings on the official website say that the underground is a huge cryogenic hibernation facility? Maybe there is an equipment warehouse?"
"Hey! I really want to make one too!"
"Don't think about it, the NPC's equipment is just for you to see, but I'm curious if this thing is really useful in the wasteland? In the face of bullets."
"You're stupid, just because you haven't seen awesome armor doesn't mean you don't have it, maybe it's used with other things."
"The atmosphere is suddenly cyberpunk."
"What cyberpunk, this is wasteland punk!"
"I know, but you are so serious about playing tricks, it seems that you are dumb."
As a competent NPC, Lucius neither picked up their stalks nor paid attention to their excited exchanges. He performed his duties on his own and walked to the prepared caravan.
Before that, Lucius gave an assignment in the form of [ WC Really Has Mosquitoes ], asking him to design a medium-distance transportation tool with a cargo capacity of more than five tons.
Facts have proved that this guy's technology is quite reliable as long as he makes tools within the scope of normal people's understanding.
The entire caravan is 2.5 meters long and 1 meter wide, and the space inside is quite spacious. The chassis is also made of simple shock absorbers with springs, so there is no problem for transporters. Considering rain and dust protection, the roof is covered with two layers of picked up plastic sheets, and the front and back are made of door curtains.
In this way, even if it is raining, you don't have to worry about the things inside getting wet, which can be said to be quite easy to use.
The only fly in the ointment is that there are no cows or mules in the outpost, so players can only pull them temporarily.
"Set off!"
Following Lucius's order, the caravan team consisting of 6 players and 1 NPC left the south gate of the outpost and headed towards Brown Farm under the envious eyes of other players.
It's different from last time. With such a big commotion this time, it is inevitable that it will attract the attention of some alien species.
Especially the mutated cockroach the size of a puppy and the mutated fly the size of a washbasin. These insect-like mutants seemed to have lost their fear of humans after mutation, and came out of the shadows when they heard any movement.
However, these players are no longer freshmen who just entered the game, especially after the baptism of that battle, they are already able to do it well when facing the enemy.
Lucius didn't make a move at all, sitting in the rear, watching the players use knives, guns, sticks and stones to kill these miscellaneous soldiers. If there are alien species that they can't deal with, or other high-threat targets, he will naturally shoot.
What's more interesting is that Lucius discovered that his genetic sequence is not only a basic exercise, but also can accumulate a small amount of development progress when leading players in battle.
Lucius was very curious about this unique way of evolution. However, he can't record the development progress of the gene sequence in real time for the time being, so he can only do in-depth research when conditions permit.
Stopping and stopping along the way, bypassing the impassable ruins, finally arrived at the destination before 9:30.
Outside Brown's farm.
When Lucius and his party arrived near the door, they saw a strong man with a shotgun on his back leading a thin serf out of the wall.
The two sides met face to face, Lucius was not nervous, but the other side was nervous.
Especially when he saw the exoskeleton on Lucius's body and the slightly exaggerated hammer behind him, he subconsciously touched the shotgun behind him.
"We are passing merchants, don't be nervous."
"Where is there any merchant at this time—eh, it's you?"
Karunas, who was standing on the fence, froze for a moment, retracted the gun barrel that had just been stretched out, and stared straight at the exoskeleton and hammer on Lucius's body—and the blue coat under the exoskeleton.
He clearly remembered that this guy wasn't dressed like this the last time he came here.
"That's right, it's me." Lucius smiled lightly and shouted towards the wall, "We need food, steel and copper."
"What are you going to trade for?"
Karunas stared vigilantly at the group of people outside the fence, looking back and forth at the equipment on their bodies, a little uncertain. This group of people is obviously much stronger than when they came last time.
In principle, this is not a good time to do business. Today's winter is earlier than usual, and they have to save some food for the winter, and they have to prepare some surplus food to prevent the predators from attacking the autumn wind.
Predators from the north come here from time to time, and although the farm is not without guns, no one wants to risk fighting those people. If there is a wave of harassment during the spring plowing, the loss will not only be the little grain of the tribute.
However……
The gun on the opponent's back made him have to carefully consider the risk of refusing.
Lucius didn't speak, just walked to the caravan, opened the curtain, took out a sack from inside, and tore off the rope tied to it.
Karunas narrowed his eyes, trying to see clearly.
"This is……"
"High-purity magnesium ammonium phosphate, if you don't understand it, you can understand it as struvite, in short, it is a high-quality fertilizer." Lucius looked up at Karunas on the wall, and his tone was slightly displeased, "Can you come down?" Talk, I'm tired of talking like this."
"Wait for me for a while...I have to ask my master for instructions."
After throwing down these words, Karunas disappeared on the fence, but not long after, he led a serf out and reappeared at the main entrance.
"My old friend...you have changed a bit."
"I got rich recently."
"Are you really nomads?" Karunas stared straight at the blue coat under Lucius's exoskeleton, obviously not so sure of her judgment.
"Is it important?" Lucius smiled lightly and said, "Don't worry, I picked up this coat."
Seeing that Lucius didn't intend to reveal more, Karunas stopped asking, but looked at the bag of fertilizer.
"I need an inspection."
This is a reasonable request, Lucius nodded.
"Please."
The inspection method was the same as last time. Karunas kicked the serf next to him and pointed to the bag.
The slave stepped forward, stretched out his index finger and wiped it in the bag, then stuffed his finger into his mouth as if no one else was there, and took a sip.
"It's struvite."
Hearing these words, a smile appeared on Karunas's face.
Although I don't know where this group of people got these good things, but these things are indeed what they need.
Although livestock and human manure is also a kind of fertilizer after heating, it does not contain enough nitrogen, and its comprehensive fertility is obviously not as good as struvite that has been deposited over time and washed by rain.
Often a handful of bird droppings is worth a large bucket of cow dung. And if the latter is used, it must be mixed with urea and sprinkled together.
Brown Farm itself is not capable of producing high-quality urea in large quantities. Using urine directly will not only burn the roots, but also easily cause soil compaction when mixed with manure.
Therefore, they often import synthetic and organic fertilizers from Boulder City or Demonia Town, and mix them with fermented manure. Not just the Brown Farm, but the entire area around Spring City, and almost all the survivors who farmed the land lived like this.
"You make a price!"
"We only brought 300 kilograms here. If you give me a sincere price, we can cooperate in the future."
About 10-50 kilograms of fertilizer is needed for one mu of land, which cannot be generalized depending on the crop, soil condition, type of fertilizer, and expected harvest.
Judging from the pre-war map, the size of the entire farm is not that big, and it can make up 80 to 100 acres of arable land, which is equivalent to 7 to 9 standard playgrounds.
Of course, it is not ruled out that they are engaged in three-dimensional agriculture and indoor planting. After all, similar technologies were not uncommon before the war.
Lucius couldn't guess their needs, so he simply asked them to quote by themselves.
After hesitating for a moment, Karunas said tentatively.
"300 kilograms... how about 2 tons of green wheat?"
Hearing this number, Lucius couldn't help but sigh in his heart. It's my fault that I didn't speak first.
The wholesale price ratio he found on the Internet on the other side of the earth is about 1:5, and his psychological expectation is about 1:6~7.
Looking at it now, the prices in the parallel world can be said to have no reference value at all.
Lucius looked at him and said.
"Minimum 5 tons."
"5 tons?! This is impossible," Karunas exclaimed, "Our yield per 0.200acre of land is only 250 kg of green wheat."
"That's because you didn't use our fertilizer, and it will be 500 kg from next year,"
The yield of this mutated crop is not good...
It would be great if we could get access to the pre-war seed bank.
As far as the standard wheat is concerned, the yield of 0.200acre of land on the earth in the parallel world is at least 300 kg, and it is not a problem to be as high as hundreds of kg, but thousands of kg must be bragging.
Lucius thought in his heart, his own shelter is fine, there must be some seed stocks in those normal shelters, right?
I don't know whether it is because of the distance or the climate that the pre-war crops have not become popular in the wasteland.
Or is it just in this area?
"Are you dreaming? 500 kg 0.200acre?" Karunas stared wide-eyed, shaking her head and said, "Friends, if you are really sincere, 3 tons... This is the bottom line I can accept. We have a stable supply Do you think your struvite is irreplaceable?”
"But it is definitely the most cost-effective, and I don't think they will sell it to you cheaply when they ship it all the way," Lucius looked at him and said, "1 kilogram is exchanged for 12 kilograms of grain, and it will come early this winter." Now, this is my biggest concession."
"We will also supply a large amount of this thing next year. If you can't accept the price, I'd rather go back the same way and sell it to a passing merchant."
The struvites by the Lonia Lake are scattered in the shallows on the south side and extend to the east side. The reserves are not rich, but there are definitely a lot of them. It can be dug out with a little time and manpower.
Lucius didn't know why these survivors didn't find that treasure land, but anyway it belonged to his territory now.
Karunas hesitated for a while, but finally nodded.
"Okay, you better not lie to me... Next spring, we need 3 tons of struvite, which will be used during the planting season. Where are you? Spring City or the surrounding area? If it's not far away, we can come to pick up the goods."
"There's no need for that. When this winter is over, we will naturally deliver the goods to your door."
Lucius smiled and stretched out his right hand.
"Then wish us a happy cooperation."
Despite the pain on his face, Karunas still forced a smile and held the hand he extended.
"... Happy cooperation."
