The cold wind and snow roared on the endless tundra, and the furry lemming poked his head out of the snow pile, and was frightened by the rumbling sound and hid back.
A train with only four cars was moving in the snow.
The train has no rails and is replaced by tracks under the chassis.
There is a hook lock between the carriage and the carriage. Each carriage seems to have its own independent power system, but it seems that all the power is provided by the car in front.
Ye Shi, who was sitting next to the car window, looked at the vast and amazing tundra outside the window with indescribable surprise in his eyes.
This dog planned something Ah.
Although there are less than three-digit players active in the swamp of wandering, the operator of "Wasteland OL" still made this part of the map.
Hail slapped on the windows, broken snow raised by tracks, reindeer walking through the tundra...
Everything is so realistic.
Sitting opposite him, Jiang Xuezhou misunderstood the surprise on his face and said with a gentle tilt tone.
Isn't it very big?
It's really big... Ye Shi nodded and added with emotion, just a little deserted.
What he couldn't understand most was why the college clearly had the most advanced technology in wasteland, but it kept such a large piece of land undeveloped.
If the prosperity of Ideal City actually has a certain amount of moisture, such as colorful light and shadow and complex information endpoint clouds can bring people the illusion of rapid technological progress, but the technology of the college has indeed reached a awesome category.
As the only survivor in the wasteland that can produce anti-gravity devices without relying on black boxes and master the technology of making superluminal engines, they actually have the hope of building a real utopia on this wasteland.
This shouldn't be harder than finding another moving planet in the universe to start over.
At least this is true for him, who is still a student.
Jiang Xuezhou tilted his head, not understanding exactly what he was referring to as Leng Qing.
And at this moment, the researcher sitting at the next table smiled and said something.
That's of course. This is the northernmost part of the Central continent. The fragile ecosystem can withstand the current population at its limit, and it's good now.It would be better to say that if there are too many people, things will become troublesome.
Ye Shi looked at him in confusion.
Will it become troublesome if there are too many people?
After all, the tickets are fixed.Another fellow researcher looked through the paper on the tablet in his hand and said concisely that the "ship" that can hold everyone has never existed, and the contract we signed with the survivors never included this item.
Ye Shi: Contract?
It was a century and a half ago. We left the Rift Valley to escape persecution from the Legion and Corporates. Some survivors who lost their source of living due to the collapse of the Post-War Reconstruction Commission followed our footsteps and hoped that we would take them in, so there was a Science and Technology Commission.
The researcher paused, his eyes turned out to the window, and continued in a tone without much ups and downs.
As promised, we will provide them with the nutrition they must survive, and they promise to voluntarily give up all political power, join our plans, and obey our management.We have provided them with the treatment they promised, and even rewarded those who obey management...the latter is their promised obligation.Do we have any reason to raise their living standards?
Ye Shi looked at him in surprise: Good guy, you are more capitalist than capitalists.
The researcher was stunned for a moment and looked at him with a strange expression.
I don't know what you're talking about, but at least we didn't cheat them.From the very beginning, we clearly told them that the college is not a charity, nor a country, but just a research organization.Our ultimate goal is to complete our ark, and after we complete it we will leave, and we never beg them to live on our territory.Or do you think it is a more correct way to draw a distant pie for wasteland customers like a company?
This sounds a bit reasonable.
Ye Shiyi couldn't think of how to refute it, especially when he suddenly realized that it was someone else's business, and it wasn't his turn, an outsider, to say anything.
However, just when he was about to end the topic, what he didn't expect was that Jiang Xuezhou, who looked like a good girl, suddenly spoke.
Aren't you admitted to the college?
The researcher glanced at her and said calmly.
Yes, so what.
Jiang Xuezhou couldn't help but say.
You were also a member of them before, why did you say they were like slaves...
First of all, correct your statement, I never said they were slaves.The man turned his gaze back to the tablet and said calmly, then answered your question, and you also said it was before.
After all, he did not want to make an enemy for himself because of this boring quarrel.
This is a train departing from Binghai City, and the passenger who was with her was wearing the iconic VM of the shelter residents on his arm. Maybe it was a foreign guest invited by the Mud Community Project.
If this is the case, her mentor may be of great background.
Jiang Xuezhou stared at him with an incomprehensible expression and couldn't speak for a moment.
My pot, I have to apologize.Ye Shi coughed gently, stood up from his seat, trying to ease the atmosphere in the carriage. In fact... our shelter is the same. It is impossible for a shelter where everyone is put into it, so some people can go in, some people can't go in, some people enjoy it early, and some people endure hardship early.For a greater goal, some people must make sacrifices... This is reality, and the most helpless reality.
A faint smile appeared on the corner of the researcher who was brushing the paper, but Jiang Xuezhou looked at Ye Shi in disbelief, as if he couldn't believe that he would say such a thing.
The latter did not look at her, but shrugged and continued.
However, we really cannot step on those who cannot get in just because we were lucky enough to be born in a shelter.Our knowledge, technology, methods, black boxes and so on should belong to the 'all of us' of that era.I really can't understand that I have signed an unequal contract with a small group of pity people, and only enjoy the legacy left by ‘we’ and refuse to fulfill the obligations of ‘our’... Being a coward can be because of the helplessness of reality, but is this something worth pride in your chest?
The researcher who was brushing the paper twitched his eyebrows and chose to respond to these words in silence.
The surprise on Jiang Xuezhou's face turned into a surprise, and then a victory smile appeared on his face, as if he was saying that he had indeed read the wrong person.
There was a whispering sound in the carriage. Some people looked at it, wanting to see what the guy who spoke wildly looked like, and some people curled their lips disdainfully, not interested in the wisdom of mortals.
Of course, some people also showed a meditative expression, and were indeed thinking about the rationality of this statement.
In the college, the voice of rationality is relatively popular, especially logical rationality.
This is also the biggest difference between the college and other regions. If it is just the output of emotions, no one will pay attention to it.
However, Ye Shi, the initiator, suddenly felt a little regretful.
His original intention was to apologize, and he shouldn't meddle in other people's business.However, he slapped his mouth and he ran away as he spoke, unable to help but say something sarcastic.
Brother Fang is right, he should have changed his bad habit of talking nonsense.
They are here to make friends, not to offend people.
Thanks.
Looking at Ye Shi sitting back in the seat, Jiang Xuezhou said in a low voice with a red face.
Oh, what's there to thank for?Ye Shi said something indifferently but didn't figure out what he had helped her.
Although he was very happy that he said what he wanted to say but dared not say, Jiang Xuezhou quickly thought of something and suddenly became worried about gains and losses, and said in a low voice.
By the way... you came here with that electronic pass. If you talk nonsense, your managers wouldn't blame you, right?
All the researchers sitting in this carriage have installed bionic prosthetics, and taking photos and recording videos is just a matter of thought.
She was worried about diplomatic disputes that would cause when the news broke, such as the resident of the alliance's shelter publicly criticized the college's policies and the management methods of the science committee.
Ye Shi was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile.
Ah?That's not that our managers are not that scrupulous.
Not like dog planning.
It would be fine to post a stingy picture to ban the comments, but the completely unstoppable emoticons deducted from the notebook are also illegal.
It's a bit too much!
While talking, a wisp of people appeared in the endless wilderness outside the window.
It was an oil well.
The old-fashioned design style made Ye Shiyi think that he had returned to the real earth.
When he saw the oil well, Jiang Xuezhou's expression suddenly became excited.
We're here!
Just as the words were finished, the sound of the station playing sounded in the carriage.
Place No. 721 has arrived. Passengers who get off at this site are kindly requested to get off in time.
Ye Shi was about to help her get her luggage, but saw the suitcase running off the shelf and rolling to the door of the carriage with its wheels.
Why are you standing stupidly?It's time for us to leave.Looking at Ye Shi standing next to his seat motionlessly, Jiang Xuezhou urged excitedly.
She hasn't seen her family for a long time. Others are timid in their hometown, but she is looking forward to it.
Ah… OK.
Ye Shiyi looked at her suitcase with envy and followed behind her.
High technology is still good!
For a university monk who often takes the high-speed rail home, this thing is much more attractive than nuclear fusion...
The group stood in the buffer cabin, and as the car door outside opened, the wind and snow swept in.
Even though he was wearing a cold-proof suit outside and was covered in technology, Ye Shi still felt the biting cold coming towards him.
This is a remote corner of the Wandering Swamp, where the settlement named Land No. 721 is located.
According to Jiang Xuezhou, the task of the local survivors is to mine the oil below the permafrost in the weather of minus 20 degrees Celsius all year round to provide raw materials for industrial areas 50 kilometers away.
There will be regular tracked trucks coming to transport the fuel away, and bringing the daily necessities needed by the local area.
Although various biological or chemical synthesis methods of petroleum analogs have been found in the prosperity era, from the perspective of adapting to local conditions, this diesel-powered drilling platform is more suitable for the swamp environment and the special organization of the Science and Technology Commission.
Advanced production methods are not always good.
What the Science and Technology Commission needs to ensure is that the colonial ships heading for the future can be completed as scheduled, and excessive production is equivalent to waste.
The traditional economic laws do not apply here, and they do not even apply to most settlements on wasteland.
Another man and a woman arrived at the station with them.Among them, the man is tall and thin and has short hair.The woman has a black ponytail, which looks very rare.
Just as Ye Shi was looking at the two of them, the man looked at him and smiled slightly, and suddenly spoke.
Excellent speech.
Ye Shi was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and coughed gently.
I'm a little ashamed. I always say too much, so I'm embarrassed to offend you
Jiang Xuezhou gently curled his lips and muttered.
There is nothing to be ashamed of what you said is right, why should you apologize for the right thing?What’s strange is that those guys who feel they have been offended, their relatives and friends are clearly living in that kind of place.
Haha, I can’t evaluate the decisions of the Science and Technology Commission, but... I agree with what this gentleman said. We should indeed do something with the knowledge left to us by our predecessors, and the pursuit of a better life should not be a sin.The researcher smiled and then introduced himself. My name is Li Xiang, an E-level researcher.This is an explorer in the same department as me, and his name is Wu Xiaoxiao.
The girl named Wu Xiaoxiao nodded restrainedly and looked at Ye Shiyi, but her eyes were more on Xiao Jiang beside him.
Ye Shi noticed that there was a hint of obvious awe and envy in her eyes.
This is actually very normal.
Although Xiao Jiang is only a D-level, he is undoubtedly a big shot in the eyes of the E-level and prospectors.
Ye Shi, this one is Jiang Xuezhou.
Although they felt that the two might know Xiao Jiang who was with her, Ye Shi introduced herself to her.
Li Xiang looked at the two of them and nodded politely, especially to the senior sister of the fellow townsman.
But what surprised Ye Shi was that he always felt that this guy was more interested in him.
I heard you are from the league?
It was ten o'clock in the night.
Yes, I am a resident of Shelter 404.
The interest in Li Xiáng's eyes grew stronger, especially when he heard about Shelter No. 404.
That’s great… I’ve always been interested in you. Can you tell me in detail?How did you build such a huge organization on the wasteland, and it took only two or three years.
It can be seen from those eyes with deep interest that he is really curious.
Unexpectedly, he could meet fans of the league in such a faraway place. Ye Shi couldn't help but feel proud, and then said with a hearty smile.
This is a long story... Although it only lasted for two or three years, a lot of things have happened in the past two or three years.
It doesn't matter!We can talk while walking.Li Xiáng looked at him eagerly, and this time even Jiang Xuezhou couldn't help but prick up his ears curiously.
OK, let me think about it... While recalling the past, Ye Shi made up a story in a chatting tone. Everything has to start with a mayor named Lao Leech and a girl named Xiaoyu...
Beautiful stories always warm people's hearts, and the howling wind and snow seem to be less cold.
At first, he was talking casually about how the flames of order rose from the wasteland, but as Ye Shi spoke, he suddenly moved himself.
It's not that he bragged.
It was really hard to be easy at that time. He was a t0 player and had to boil cement himself. The full-level equipment of the server turned out to be an iron tube rifle with a mirror!
Not to mention the person who listens to the story, even the storyteller is about to shed tears as he talks!
The three people following him were also touched, and a faint flame burned in their hearts without realizing it...
Just when Ye Shi overthrew the old mayor of Bet Street from Chu Guang and talked about the sparks lit outside the rock city, on the Bharat Sea, thousands or even tens of thousands of kilometers away from the Wandering Swamp, an inconspicuous cargo ship was slowly approaching the largest trading port on the west coast of Bharat Province.
Standing on the deck of the bow, Governor Nihak looked at the port in amazement, his eyes filled with indescribable surprise.
The afterglow of the sunset shines on the busy concrete pier, and rows of red brick villas are arranged on both sides of the four or five meters wide brick street.
The prosperity here seems to be no less than the Port of Jingaron, which changes the day.
Even more luxurious and busier than that!
The Willant people's artistic attainments are not inferior to the architects of the alliance, enterprises, and colleges, and especially in large and beautiful buildings, they have a unique aesthetic understanding of the caliber of their giant guns.
Some of the Willant people seemed to settle here, not only brought their wives, houses, and dinars from Triumph City, but also brought their elegant lifestyles here.
Governor Nihak saw a high-necked supervisor waving the whip in his hand, urging the group of naked workers to carry large boxes that could be packed into, and shuttle back and forth on the hot concrete pier that was roasted by the scorching sun.
That familiar smell!
Looking at the scene in front of him, Governor Nihak took a deep breath and couldn't help but burst into tears.
Come back!
Finally all came back!
Not far behind him, the furry white bear stared at his back with disgust and couldn't help but mutter.
Can I drop him off the boat?
No, Rou Rou, he is a mission prop!The customers of Fry Tiaogang Port have paid a considerable travel expense.Standing beside her, her tail was stepping on the railing with her right foot, and she was looking excitedly at the legendary Xifan Port.
What a big port!
This settlement is probably not smaller than that of Jingaron Port, and maybe there are more than one million people!
In addition to the locals in the Bharat Province, there are also a large number of Willant people living in the port area. It seems that the batch of goods they brought should be sold without any worries!
Not long after, the cargo ship was moored to the port and a Willant officer stepped onto the deck.
Walking out of the captain's room, Sce took out the VM and showed the ID and the stripe code used for identification to the Willant officer.
This is an electronic pass issued by the Mustard Community and we want to apply for a permit to land.
As you please, the Willant officer glanced at the ID and said with a chuckle, "We will guarantee your legal rights, but I still advise you that it is best to only operate in the port area."Those mice have poor habits. It is better for ladies like you to not walk at night or drill into the alleys, as our guards may not be able to see it.
He noticed the bad look of the eyes, but Shi Si didn't care, but just said concisely.
Then you don’t have to worry, as long as you don’t act clever.
As if he heard something funny, the Willant laughed and said after laughing enough.
We don’t want to be clever, and we will grab things that we are interested in on the battlefield.
I'm afraid there is only the Willant who can say these words with his chest up.
Sce shrugged and said teasingly.
You just want to tell your own people about this kind of cowhide, there is no need to tell us about it.All the people who do business with us have made a fortune, but if you want to steal even a copper plate from us, you have to be mentally prepared to break two teeth.
Hearing the thorn hidden in the words, Officer Willant smiled indifferently and made a gesture of invitation in an exaggerated manner.
De Kolo, Director of the Port Office of Xifan Port, welcome to Xifan Port, I wish you all have fun here!
After saying that, he handed the list of goods to his deputy next to him and got off the cargo ship himself.
In addition to more than 20 passengers, the cargo carried on the Rou Rou cargo ship also includes 500 tons of canned herring and 150 tons of potatoes.
These are all specialties from Golden Gallon Port, and they are also the two products that the Wirants have the most demands. Although there is not much room for bargaining, there is no need to worry about selling them.
There were at least five or six thousand people in the Willant who moved to Xifan Port. Including those migrant population, they probably could exceed ten thousand, and the herring and spirits consumed every day could be calculated in tons.
In addition, there are hundreds of nautical miles to the northwest that are the port of the Southern Legion, and even if the local area cannot be consumed, it can be sold there.
In addition to the two commodities, herring and spirits, there are some miscellaneous things.
For example, refrigerators, watches, furniture, appliances, and even old books or other handicrafts from Silver Moon Bay.
After getting off the ship, Ss rented a shed at the market through the port office, and then directed a crew member to carry several boxes of bulk goods to the stall as samples and put them in a price tag to sell.
The four of them agreed to take turns to take care of the stalls and draw lots to group.
The first group is SS and Sesame Paste.
In order to save the time when there are no guests, Sis bought a local best-selling book from the market and started reading it.
At first, Sesame Paste looked at the pedestrians coming and going, but soon found that the people walking in this area were all Willant people. After reading it for a long time, they felt bored. So they picked up the book from the wooden box containing old books and started reading it as they learned from Sce.
Unfortunately, the book she picked up was Awei's "Awakening Boer".
At first, she just watched two chapters with a casual mentality, but soon she was attracted by the ups and downs of the plot and became fascinated by the sight.
Time passed by minute by minute, and before I knew it, Sce had already completed two transactions, selling 100 tons of canned herring at a price of 6,300 silver coins per ton, and 80 tons of potato and spirits per ton.
In Xifan Port, the market retail price will be about twice as expensive as the wholesale price.
For example, canned herrings with wholesale prices of 63 silver coins per kilogram will eventually be sold on the shelves at a retail price of 12 to 15 dinars per box (200g).
In fact, if you convert it slightly, based on the minimum retail price of 12 dinars, the wholesale price of 200 grams of canned food is about 6 dinars, and one kg is 30 dinars, which is exactly 5 times the real wholesale price of 63 silver coins per kg.
The highest exchange ratio between silver coins and dinars is basically around 1:5.
But if it is spirits, the calculated ratio is often higher than this value.
I felt a little curious about this interesting phenomenon, and Sce wrote it in the book I carried with me, intending to update it to the post as a witness during the trip.
Looking at Sis who was working hard, Sesame Paste, who had been fishing for an hour, couldn't help feeling a little ashamed. He quietly closed the novel spread on his knees, intending to do the work seriously for a while.
You can't always leave everything to Sce alone, at least... I will sell it before the sun sets!
Just as she was thinking this way, a customer happened to come to her stall.
The man looked thin and dressed simply. He was not a Willant, but he didn't look like a native, but he was a bit like a priest of the Silver Moon Bay Silver Moon Sect.
People with sesame paste look very familiar, and even look familiar enough to recognize the kind from the crowd at a glance.
After all, every time she didn't wear a hat to cover the cat's ears above her head, these people would pounce on her with a fanatical look on their faces.
The man looked at the books on her knees, then looked at the basket of old books next to her, and asked curiously, touching his chin.
Are these books meant to be sold?
Hearing that someone was interested in these books, a smile suddenly appeared on his face and said with a pleasant voice.
Of course, are you interested in the guest?
The man nodded honestly.
How much?
Sesame paste said enthusiastically.
We sell it by ton, and there are almost two or three thousand copies per ton, only 2,000 silver coins!
However, what she didn't expect was that after hearing this, the man shook his head and complained in a low voice.
Too cheap, how can a precious thing like a book be sold cheaper than canned herring!
But this is an old book...
Looking at the guest who was shaking his head, Sesame Paste made a helpless expression and said tentatively.
That...2500?
Before she could finish her speech, the guest had already taken out the money from the simple robe.
Just 2,000 silver coins, no need to bargain, just give me a ton.
Although it starts at 5 tons in principle, considering that he is the first customer, Sesame Paste made an exception and accepted the money and issued him a ticket to pick up the goods.
Just take this ticket to pick up the goods on the Rouru cargo ship... That, can you ask, what are you planning to use for these books?
The man did not hide it and said with a pious look on his face.
I am the servant of the Silver Moon Goddess. I came to this barren land to spread the gospel of the Silver Moon Goddess. It’s a pity that the local survivors are too ignorant and the people are not yet enlightened. I plan to start by teaching them to read.
Sesame paste looked at him in surprise, and his right hand unconsciously tightened the hat on his head.
Speaking of which, the Yue tribe’s people have just been purged by the Emperor of Xilan, is it really okay for the Yinyue Sect to preach here?
It is hard to say whether there is any connection between the two. After all, Silver Moon Bay and Bharat Province are so close that many things cannot be explained clearly.
But she soon thought that this was ruled by the Willant people, and the emperor probably couldn't control it.
Then I wish you good luck...Ah, by the way, in fact, in addition to old books, running newspapers can also improve literacy rates.Halfway through the talk, she suddenly remembered something, so she kindly reminded her again.
...Are newspapers?
The man said a few words to himself as if he had some clarity, and his eyes gradually became brighter. Well... This is indeed a good idea. You can try it, but what is written in the newspaper?
It may be better to serialize some popular stories, such as...how about this book?
As he said that, Sesame Paste handed the "Awakening Boer" in his hand to him and said eagerly.
I remember that the "Survivor Daily" in the Rock City first became popular because of the serialized sub-issues!Once people have common language and topics, even if they don’t have to urge them, they will take the initiative to learn and even participate in their creation.
She still remembers that the earliest newspapers were all magical changes in reality carried by some players, but later the popular stories created by the residents of the Stone City themselves.
Looking at the book stuffed into his hand, the pastor showed a flattered expression on his face.
Ah, this is too embarrassed. Is it really okay to give it to me like this?Or I'd better pay...how much?
As he said that, he hurriedly clamped the book under his elbow and went to search for his pocket.
Seeing him in a hurry to find money, Sesame Paste couldn't help but smile and waved his hand and said.
No, don’t, just treat it as a gift for that ton of old books. If your newspaper makes a lot of profit, please send a royalty to Mr. Sberger to the Rock City.Although the words and sentences are a bit rough, he wrote them carefully after all.
Don't worry about this!By the way, my name is...Mergio, what is your name?
Just call me sesame paste.That was actually the name of the cat she raised, and later it was used as an online name.
Just then, Melgio suddenly noticed the cat's ears that were rising from the edge of the gap in her hat.
At first he thought it was an illusion, but when he heard the name Sesame paste, he vaguely remembered the rumors he had heard in Yinyue Bay, and the expression on his face gradually changed from surprise to fanaticism.
Noticed the change in his expression, Sesame Huo said something wrong in his heart, and hurriedly pulled the edge of the hat and stuffed the exposed ears back.
But it was obviously too late.
The man had an incomparable piety on his face and bowed deeply as if no one else was around.
Please respect me... Sorry, please rest assured that you will not let your expectations down!Let the glory of the silver moon spread this barren land!
Looking at his obvious excessive force, Sesame explained with amusement and laughter.
Don't do this, and you misunderstood. I'm really not the incarnation of the Silver Moon Goddess... I'm just an ordinary play. How do I have to say that you can believe in Ah.
You are right, what you say is what you say.Melgio looked pious and made a tight-lipped expression.
Same as when I was in Silver Moon Bay.
These cat lovers don't listen to what they say at all.
Although it was quite fun at first, I would feel overwhelmed by myself over time.
Sesame paste sighed with her forehead, finally gave up on her explanation, and muttered in a low voice while holding her knees.
Ah…Anyway, come on.
The voice was filled with helpless perfunctory, but it sounded completely different in Melgio's ears.
As if he had received the Lord's call, Melgio looked at her squatting behind the grocery stall and swore with great devoutness.
Obey the order!
A train with only four cars was moving in the snow.
The train has no rails and is replaced by tracks under the chassis.
There is a hook lock between the carriage and the carriage. Each carriage seems to have its own independent power system, but it seems that all the power is provided by the car in front.
Ye Shi, who was sitting next to the car window, looked at the vast and amazing tundra outside the window with indescribable surprise in his eyes.
This dog planned something Ah.
Although there are less than three-digit players active in the swamp of wandering, the operator of "Wasteland OL" still made this part of the map.
Hail slapped on the windows, broken snow raised by tracks, reindeer walking through the tundra...
Everything is so realistic.
Sitting opposite him, Jiang Xuezhou misunderstood the surprise on his face and said with a gentle tilt tone.
Isn't it very big?
It's really big... Ye Shi nodded and added with emotion, just a little deserted.
What he couldn't understand most was why the college clearly had the most advanced technology in wasteland, but it kept such a large piece of land undeveloped.
If the prosperity of Ideal City actually has a certain amount of moisture, such as colorful light and shadow and complex information endpoint clouds can bring people the illusion of rapid technological progress, but the technology of the college has indeed reached a awesome category.
As the only survivor in the wasteland that can produce anti-gravity devices without relying on black boxes and master the technology of making superluminal engines, they actually have the hope of building a real utopia on this wasteland.
This shouldn't be harder than finding another moving planet in the universe to start over.
At least this is true for him, who is still a student.
Jiang Xuezhou tilted his head, not understanding exactly what he was referring to as Leng Qing.
And at this moment, the researcher sitting at the next table smiled and said something.
That's of course. This is the northernmost part of the Central continent. The fragile ecosystem can withstand the current population at its limit, and it's good now.It would be better to say that if there are too many people, things will become troublesome.
Ye Shi looked at him in confusion.
Will it become troublesome if there are too many people?
After all, the tickets are fixed.Another fellow researcher looked through the paper on the tablet in his hand and said concisely that the "ship" that can hold everyone has never existed, and the contract we signed with the survivors never included this item.
Ye Shi: Contract?
It was a century and a half ago. We left the Rift Valley to escape persecution from the Legion and Corporates. Some survivors who lost their source of living due to the collapse of the Post-War Reconstruction Commission followed our footsteps and hoped that we would take them in, so there was a Science and Technology Commission.
The researcher paused, his eyes turned out to the window, and continued in a tone without much ups and downs.
As promised, we will provide them with the nutrition they must survive, and they promise to voluntarily give up all political power, join our plans, and obey our management.We have provided them with the treatment they promised, and even rewarded those who obey management...the latter is their promised obligation.Do we have any reason to raise their living standards?
Ye Shi looked at him in surprise: Good guy, you are more capitalist than capitalists.
The researcher was stunned for a moment and looked at him with a strange expression.
I don't know what you're talking about, but at least we didn't cheat them.From the very beginning, we clearly told them that the college is not a charity, nor a country, but just a research organization.Our ultimate goal is to complete our ark, and after we complete it we will leave, and we never beg them to live on our territory.Or do you think it is a more correct way to draw a distant pie for wasteland customers like a company?
This sounds a bit reasonable.
Ye Shiyi couldn't think of how to refute it, especially when he suddenly realized that it was someone else's business, and it wasn't his turn, an outsider, to say anything.
However, just when he was about to end the topic, what he didn't expect was that Jiang Xuezhou, who looked like a good girl, suddenly spoke.
Aren't you admitted to the college?
The researcher glanced at her and said calmly.
Yes, so what.
Jiang Xuezhou couldn't help but say.
You were also a member of them before, why did you say they were like slaves...
First of all, correct your statement, I never said they were slaves.The man turned his gaze back to the tablet and said calmly, then answered your question, and you also said it was before.
After all, he did not want to make an enemy for himself because of this boring quarrel.
This is a train departing from Binghai City, and the passenger who was with her was wearing the iconic VM of the shelter residents on his arm. Maybe it was a foreign guest invited by the Mud Community Project.
If this is the case, her mentor may be of great background.
Jiang Xuezhou stared at him with an incomprehensible expression and couldn't speak for a moment.
My pot, I have to apologize.Ye Shi coughed gently, stood up from his seat, trying to ease the atmosphere in the carriage. In fact... our shelter is the same. It is impossible for a shelter where everyone is put into it, so some people can go in, some people can't go in, some people enjoy it early, and some people endure hardship early.For a greater goal, some people must make sacrifices... This is reality, and the most helpless reality.
A faint smile appeared on the corner of the researcher who was brushing the paper, but Jiang Xuezhou looked at Ye Shi in disbelief, as if he couldn't believe that he would say such a thing.
The latter did not look at her, but shrugged and continued.
However, we really cannot step on those who cannot get in just because we were lucky enough to be born in a shelter.Our knowledge, technology, methods, black boxes and so on should belong to the 'all of us' of that era.I really can't understand that I have signed an unequal contract with a small group of pity people, and only enjoy the legacy left by ‘we’ and refuse to fulfill the obligations of ‘our’... Being a coward can be because of the helplessness of reality, but is this something worth pride in your chest?
The researcher who was brushing the paper twitched his eyebrows and chose to respond to these words in silence.
The surprise on Jiang Xuezhou's face turned into a surprise, and then a victory smile appeared on his face, as if he was saying that he had indeed read the wrong person.
There was a whispering sound in the carriage. Some people looked at it, wanting to see what the guy who spoke wildly looked like, and some people curled their lips disdainfully, not interested in the wisdom of mortals.
Of course, some people also showed a meditative expression, and were indeed thinking about the rationality of this statement.
In the college, the voice of rationality is relatively popular, especially logical rationality.
This is also the biggest difference between the college and other regions. If it is just the output of emotions, no one will pay attention to it.
However, Ye Shi, the initiator, suddenly felt a little regretful.
His original intention was to apologize, and he shouldn't meddle in other people's business.However, he slapped his mouth and he ran away as he spoke, unable to help but say something sarcastic.
Brother Fang is right, he should have changed his bad habit of talking nonsense.
They are here to make friends, not to offend people.
Thanks.
Looking at Ye Shi sitting back in the seat, Jiang Xuezhou said in a low voice with a red face.
Oh, what's there to thank for?Ye Shi said something indifferently but didn't figure out what he had helped her.
Although he was very happy that he said what he wanted to say but dared not say, Jiang Xuezhou quickly thought of something and suddenly became worried about gains and losses, and said in a low voice.
By the way... you came here with that electronic pass. If you talk nonsense, your managers wouldn't blame you, right?
All the researchers sitting in this carriage have installed bionic prosthetics, and taking photos and recording videos is just a matter of thought.
She was worried about diplomatic disputes that would cause when the news broke, such as the resident of the alliance's shelter publicly criticized the college's policies and the management methods of the science committee.
Ye Shi was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile.
Ah?That's not that our managers are not that scrupulous.
Not like dog planning.
It would be fine to post a stingy picture to ban the comments, but the completely unstoppable emoticons deducted from the notebook are also illegal.
It's a bit too much!
While talking, a wisp of people appeared in the endless wilderness outside the window.
It was an oil well.
The old-fashioned design style made Ye Shiyi think that he had returned to the real earth.
When he saw the oil well, Jiang Xuezhou's expression suddenly became excited.
We're here!
Just as the words were finished, the sound of the station playing sounded in the carriage.
Place No. 721 has arrived. Passengers who get off at this site are kindly requested to get off in time.
Ye Shi was about to help her get her luggage, but saw the suitcase running off the shelf and rolling to the door of the carriage with its wheels.
Why are you standing stupidly?It's time for us to leave.Looking at Ye Shi standing next to his seat motionlessly, Jiang Xuezhou urged excitedly.
She hasn't seen her family for a long time. Others are timid in their hometown, but she is looking forward to it.
Ah… OK.
Ye Shiyi looked at her suitcase with envy and followed behind her.
High technology is still good!
For a university monk who often takes the high-speed rail home, this thing is much more attractive than nuclear fusion...
The group stood in the buffer cabin, and as the car door outside opened, the wind and snow swept in.
Even though he was wearing a cold-proof suit outside and was covered in technology, Ye Shi still felt the biting cold coming towards him.
This is a remote corner of the Wandering Swamp, where the settlement named Land No. 721 is located.
According to Jiang Xuezhou, the task of the local survivors is to mine the oil below the permafrost in the weather of minus 20 degrees Celsius all year round to provide raw materials for industrial areas 50 kilometers away.
There will be regular tracked trucks coming to transport the fuel away, and bringing the daily necessities needed by the local area.
Although various biological or chemical synthesis methods of petroleum analogs have been found in the prosperity era, from the perspective of adapting to local conditions, this diesel-powered drilling platform is more suitable for the swamp environment and the special organization of the Science and Technology Commission.
Advanced production methods are not always good.
What the Science and Technology Commission needs to ensure is that the colonial ships heading for the future can be completed as scheduled, and excessive production is equivalent to waste.
The traditional economic laws do not apply here, and they do not even apply to most settlements on wasteland.
Another man and a woman arrived at the station with them.Among them, the man is tall and thin and has short hair.The woman has a black ponytail, which looks very rare.
Just as Ye Shi was looking at the two of them, the man looked at him and smiled slightly, and suddenly spoke.
Excellent speech.
Ye Shi was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and coughed gently.
I'm a little ashamed. I always say too much, so I'm embarrassed to offend you
Jiang Xuezhou gently curled his lips and muttered.
There is nothing to be ashamed of what you said is right, why should you apologize for the right thing?What’s strange is that those guys who feel they have been offended, their relatives and friends are clearly living in that kind of place.
Haha, I can’t evaluate the decisions of the Science and Technology Commission, but... I agree with what this gentleman said. We should indeed do something with the knowledge left to us by our predecessors, and the pursuit of a better life should not be a sin.The researcher smiled and then introduced himself. My name is Li Xiang, an E-level researcher.This is an explorer in the same department as me, and his name is Wu Xiaoxiao.
The girl named Wu Xiaoxiao nodded restrainedly and looked at Ye Shiyi, but her eyes were more on Xiao Jiang beside him.
Ye Shi noticed that there was a hint of obvious awe and envy in her eyes.
This is actually very normal.
Although Xiao Jiang is only a D-level, he is undoubtedly a big shot in the eyes of the E-level and prospectors.
Ye Shi, this one is Jiang Xuezhou.
Although they felt that the two might know Xiao Jiang who was with her, Ye Shi introduced herself to her.
Li Xiang looked at the two of them and nodded politely, especially to the senior sister of the fellow townsman.
But what surprised Ye Shi was that he always felt that this guy was more interested in him.
I heard you are from the league?
It was ten o'clock in the night.
Yes, I am a resident of Shelter 404.
The interest in Li Xiáng's eyes grew stronger, especially when he heard about Shelter No. 404.
That’s great… I’ve always been interested in you. Can you tell me in detail?How did you build such a huge organization on the wasteland, and it took only two or three years.
It can be seen from those eyes with deep interest that he is really curious.
Unexpectedly, he could meet fans of the league in such a faraway place. Ye Shi couldn't help but feel proud, and then said with a hearty smile.
This is a long story... Although it only lasted for two or three years, a lot of things have happened in the past two or three years.
It doesn't matter!We can talk while walking.Li Xiáng looked at him eagerly, and this time even Jiang Xuezhou couldn't help but prick up his ears curiously.
OK, let me think about it... While recalling the past, Ye Shi made up a story in a chatting tone. Everything has to start with a mayor named Lao Leech and a girl named Xiaoyu...
Beautiful stories always warm people's hearts, and the howling wind and snow seem to be less cold.
At first, he was talking casually about how the flames of order rose from the wasteland, but as Ye Shi spoke, he suddenly moved himself.
It's not that he bragged.
It was really hard to be easy at that time. He was a t0 player and had to boil cement himself. The full-level equipment of the server turned out to be an iron tube rifle with a mirror!
Not to mention the person who listens to the story, even the storyteller is about to shed tears as he talks!
The three people following him were also touched, and a faint flame burned in their hearts without realizing it...
Just when Ye Shi overthrew the old mayor of Bet Street from Chu Guang and talked about the sparks lit outside the rock city, on the Bharat Sea, thousands or even tens of thousands of kilometers away from the Wandering Swamp, an inconspicuous cargo ship was slowly approaching the largest trading port on the west coast of Bharat Province.
Standing on the deck of the bow, Governor Nihak looked at the port in amazement, his eyes filled with indescribable surprise.
The afterglow of the sunset shines on the busy concrete pier, and rows of red brick villas are arranged on both sides of the four or five meters wide brick street.
The prosperity here seems to be no less than the Port of Jingaron, which changes the day.
Even more luxurious and busier than that!
The Willant people's artistic attainments are not inferior to the architects of the alliance, enterprises, and colleges, and especially in large and beautiful buildings, they have a unique aesthetic understanding of the caliber of their giant guns.
Some of the Willant people seemed to settle here, not only brought their wives, houses, and dinars from Triumph City, but also brought their elegant lifestyles here.
Governor Nihak saw a high-necked supervisor waving the whip in his hand, urging the group of naked workers to carry large boxes that could be packed into, and shuttle back and forth on the hot concrete pier that was roasted by the scorching sun.
That familiar smell!
Looking at the scene in front of him, Governor Nihak took a deep breath and couldn't help but burst into tears.
Come back!
Finally all came back!
Not far behind him, the furry white bear stared at his back with disgust and couldn't help but mutter.
Can I drop him off the boat?
No, Rou Rou, he is a mission prop!The customers of Fry Tiaogang Port have paid a considerable travel expense.Standing beside her, her tail was stepping on the railing with her right foot, and she was looking excitedly at the legendary Xifan Port.
What a big port!
This settlement is probably not smaller than that of Jingaron Port, and maybe there are more than one million people!
In addition to the locals in the Bharat Province, there are also a large number of Willant people living in the port area. It seems that the batch of goods they brought should be sold without any worries!
Not long after, the cargo ship was moored to the port and a Willant officer stepped onto the deck.
Walking out of the captain's room, Sce took out the VM and showed the ID and the stripe code used for identification to the Willant officer.
This is an electronic pass issued by the Mustard Community and we want to apply for a permit to land.
As you please, the Willant officer glanced at the ID and said with a chuckle, "We will guarantee your legal rights, but I still advise you that it is best to only operate in the port area."Those mice have poor habits. It is better for ladies like you to not walk at night or drill into the alleys, as our guards may not be able to see it.
He noticed the bad look of the eyes, but Shi Si didn't care, but just said concisely.
Then you don’t have to worry, as long as you don’t act clever.
As if he heard something funny, the Willant laughed and said after laughing enough.
We don’t want to be clever, and we will grab things that we are interested in on the battlefield.
I'm afraid there is only the Willant who can say these words with his chest up.
Sce shrugged and said teasingly.
You just want to tell your own people about this kind of cowhide, there is no need to tell us about it.All the people who do business with us have made a fortune, but if you want to steal even a copper plate from us, you have to be mentally prepared to break two teeth.
Hearing the thorn hidden in the words, Officer Willant smiled indifferently and made a gesture of invitation in an exaggerated manner.
De Kolo, Director of the Port Office of Xifan Port, welcome to Xifan Port, I wish you all have fun here!
After saying that, he handed the list of goods to his deputy next to him and got off the cargo ship himself.
In addition to more than 20 passengers, the cargo carried on the Rou Rou cargo ship also includes 500 tons of canned herring and 150 tons of potatoes.
These are all specialties from Golden Gallon Port, and they are also the two products that the Wirants have the most demands. Although there is not much room for bargaining, there is no need to worry about selling them.
There were at least five or six thousand people in the Willant who moved to Xifan Port. Including those migrant population, they probably could exceed ten thousand, and the herring and spirits consumed every day could be calculated in tons.
In addition, there are hundreds of nautical miles to the northwest that are the port of the Southern Legion, and even if the local area cannot be consumed, it can be sold there.
In addition to the two commodities, herring and spirits, there are some miscellaneous things.
For example, refrigerators, watches, furniture, appliances, and even old books or other handicrafts from Silver Moon Bay.
After getting off the ship, Ss rented a shed at the market through the port office, and then directed a crew member to carry several boxes of bulk goods to the stall as samples and put them in a price tag to sell.
The four of them agreed to take turns to take care of the stalls and draw lots to group.
The first group is SS and Sesame Paste.
In order to save the time when there are no guests, Sis bought a local best-selling book from the market and started reading it.
At first, Sesame Paste looked at the pedestrians coming and going, but soon found that the people walking in this area were all Willant people. After reading it for a long time, they felt bored. So they picked up the book from the wooden box containing old books and started reading it as they learned from Sce.
Unfortunately, the book she picked up was Awei's "Awakening Boer".
At first, she just watched two chapters with a casual mentality, but soon she was attracted by the ups and downs of the plot and became fascinated by the sight.
Time passed by minute by minute, and before I knew it, Sce had already completed two transactions, selling 100 tons of canned herring at a price of 6,300 silver coins per ton, and 80 tons of potato and spirits per ton.
In Xifan Port, the market retail price will be about twice as expensive as the wholesale price.
For example, canned herrings with wholesale prices of 63 silver coins per kilogram will eventually be sold on the shelves at a retail price of 12 to 15 dinars per box (200g).
In fact, if you convert it slightly, based on the minimum retail price of 12 dinars, the wholesale price of 200 grams of canned food is about 6 dinars, and one kg is 30 dinars, which is exactly 5 times the real wholesale price of 63 silver coins per kg.
The highest exchange ratio between silver coins and dinars is basically around 1:5.
But if it is spirits, the calculated ratio is often higher than this value.
I felt a little curious about this interesting phenomenon, and Sce wrote it in the book I carried with me, intending to update it to the post as a witness during the trip.
Looking at Sis who was working hard, Sesame Paste, who had been fishing for an hour, couldn't help feeling a little ashamed. He quietly closed the novel spread on his knees, intending to do the work seriously for a while.
You can't always leave everything to Sce alone, at least... I will sell it before the sun sets!
Just as she was thinking this way, a customer happened to come to her stall.
The man looked thin and dressed simply. He was not a Willant, but he didn't look like a native, but he was a bit like a priest of the Silver Moon Bay Silver Moon Sect.
People with sesame paste look very familiar, and even look familiar enough to recognize the kind from the crowd at a glance.
After all, every time she didn't wear a hat to cover the cat's ears above her head, these people would pounce on her with a fanatical look on their faces.
The man looked at the books on her knees, then looked at the basket of old books next to her, and asked curiously, touching his chin.
Are these books meant to be sold?
Hearing that someone was interested in these books, a smile suddenly appeared on his face and said with a pleasant voice.
Of course, are you interested in the guest?
The man nodded honestly.
How much?
Sesame paste said enthusiastically.
We sell it by ton, and there are almost two or three thousand copies per ton, only 2,000 silver coins!
However, what she didn't expect was that after hearing this, the man shook his head and complained in a low voice.
Too cheap, how can a precious thing like a book be sold cheaper than canned herring!
But this is an old book...
Looking at the guest who was shaking his head, Sesame Paste made a helpless expression and said tentatively.
That...2500?
Before she could finish her speech, the guest had already taken out the money from the simple robe.
Just 2,000 silver coins, no need to bargain, just give me a ton.
Although it starts at 5 tons in principle, considering that he is the first customer, Sesame Paste made an exception and accepted the money and issued him a ticket to pick up the goods.
Just take this ticket to pick up the goods on the Rouru cargo ship... That, can you ask, what are you planning to use for these books?
The man did not hide it and said with a pious look on his face.
I am the servant of the Silver Moon Goddess. I came to this barren land to spread the gospel of the Silver Moon Goddess. It’s a pity that the local survivors are too ignorant and the people are not yet enlightened. I plan to start by teaching them to read.
Sesame paste looked at him in surprise, and his right hand unconsciously tightened the hat on his head.
Speaking of which, the Yue tribe’s people have just been purged by the Emperor of Xilan, is it really okay for the Yinyue Sect to preach here?
It is hard to say whether there is any connection between the two. After all, Silver Moon Bay and Bharat Province are so close that many things cannot be explained clearly.
But she soon thought that this was ruled by the Willant people, and the emperor probably couldn't control it.
Then I wish you good luck...Ah, by the way, in fact, in addition to old books, running newspapers can also improve literacy rates.Halfway through the talk, she suddenly remembered something, so she kindly reminded her again.
...Are newspapers?
The man said a few words to himself as if he had some clarity, and his eyes gradually became brighter. Well... This is indeed a good idea. You can try it, but what is written in the newspaper?
It may be better to serialize some popular stories, such as...how about this book?
As he said that, Sesame Paste handed the "Awakening Boer" in his hand to him and said eagerly.
I remember that the "Survivor Daily" in the Rock City first became popular because of the serialized sub-issues!Once people have common language and topics, even if they don’t have to urge them, they will take the initiative to learn and even participate in their creation.
She still remembers that the earliest newspapers were all magical changes in reality carried by some players, but later the popular stories created by the residents of the Stone City themselves.
Looking at the book stuffed into his hand, the pastor showed a flattered expression on his face.
Ah, this is too embarrassed. Is it really okay to give it to me like this?Or I'd better pay...how much?
As he said that, he hurriedly clamped the book under his elbow and went to search for his pocket.
Seeing him in a hurry to find money, Sesame Paste couldn't help but smile and waved his hand and said.
No, don’t, just treat it as a gift for that ton of old books. If your newspaper makes a lot of profit, please send a royalty to Mr. Sberger to the Rock City.Although the words and sentences are a bit rough, he wrote them carefully after all.
Don't worry about this!By the way, my name is...Mergio, what is your name?
Just call me sesame paste.That was actually the name of the cat she raised, and later it was used as an online name.
Just then, Melgio suddenly noticed the cat's ears that were rising from the edge of the gap in her hat.
At first he thought it was an illusion, but when he heard the name Sesame paste, he vaguely remembered the rumors he had heard in Yinyue Bay, and the expression on his face gradually changed from surprise to fanaticism.
Noticed the change in his expression, Sesame Huo said something wrong in his heart, and hurriedly pulled the edge of the hat and stuffed the exposed ears back.
But it was obviously too late.
The man had an incomparable piety on his face and bowed deeply as if no one else was around.
Please respect me... Sorry, please rest assured that you will not let your expectations down!Let the glory of the silver moon spread this barren land!
Looking at his obvious excessive force, Sesame explained with amusement and laughter.
Don't do this, and you misunderstood. I'm really not the incarnation of the Silver Moon Goddess... I'm just an ordinary play. How do I have to say that you can believe in Ah.
You are right, what you say is what you say.Melgio looked pious and made a tight-lipped expression.
Same as when I was in Silver Moon Bay.
These cat lovers don't listen to what they say at all.
Although it was quite fun at first, I would feel overwhelmed by myself over time.
Sesame paste sighed with her forehead, finally gave up on her explanation, and muttered in a low voice while holding her knees.
Ah…Anyway, come on.
The voice was filled with helpless perfunctory, but it sounded completely different in Melgio's ears.
As if he had received the Lord's call, Melgio looked at her squatting behind the grocery stall and swore with great devoutness.
Obey the order!
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