Has it been so long
When Su Ziyu learned that the time was already twelve years later, the expression on Su Ziyu's face couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
I don’t know how many of the friends I once knew are still alive.
The average life span of people in the wasteland world is very short, maybe less than 40 years old on average. He really didn't expect that so much time has passed in this world.
The ride was relatively peaceful.
Su Ziyu saw a group of mutated wild wolves, each of which was as big as a calf. The leader of the wolf king actually looked a bit like a husky. They chased the Mercedes-Benz convoy, but did not immediately Launch an attack.
"Hello!?"
"Who still has something to eat? Where's the roasted venison? Throw some away quickly!" Jie Se also woke up because of the howling of wolves. He stood up and shouted at the other people in the convoy.
After saying that, he turned to look at Su Ziyu and said, "Don't worry."
"That's Bloodfang."
"The wolf king nearby often lives in the forest over the Grand Canyon. It doesn't attack humans very much, but it likes cooked food. As long as we throw some meat to them, they won't attack us."
There is such a thing.
Could it be that the wolf king has activated his spiritual intelligence
A glimmer of light appeared in Su Ziyu's eyes, and he immediately looked at the giant wolf in the distance. It was almost as big as an adult cow, and its muscles were extremely strong. There were many scars on the surface of its body. The more I looked at it, I felt that it looked somewhat similar to a husky, but it was obviously different from the other wild wolves around it.
"After the catastrophe, there will be fewer people raising dogs." Jiese naturally lit a cigarette and puffed out smoke: "People sometimes don't have enough to eat, so how can they still have the energy to raise dogs."
“Some domestic dogs are basically going extinct.”
"However, some dogs are mixed with wolves. Bloodfang seems to be a hybrid between a husky and a wild wolf. It is a little different from other wolves and has a friendlier attitude towards humans."
"I really like eating cooked food."
"As long as you have cooked food with you, you won't be vulnerable to them."
The aura on the wolf king is indeed a bit like the animal companion next to the druid, but the light of aura is not that bright. It should only be smarter, and it is not considered to have wisdom.
really.
When the wolves saw the cooked food, they stopped chasing and left with some barbecue in their mouths like a gust of wind.
The wolves in the wasteland era were doing pretty well.
Many species are gradually becoming extinct, but wolves can be seen everywhere. They hunt other mutant creatures. Now they are all cunning and ferocious, and ordinary firearms may not be able to deal with them. Moreover, wolves are very vengeful. As long as one escapes, there will be endless troubles. Under normal circumstances, they will not take the initiative to attack.
The lifespan of wild wolves is not long. Although there are many wolves, it is difficult for them to spread.
After the catastrophe, it is more difficult for mammals to reproduce. Wild wolves can give birth to two to three in one litter, but it is considered good if only one survives. Wolf pups with severe deformations will be killed or abandoned by their parents. Out into the wilderness.
Su Ziyu silently listened to Jiese's bragging. I don't know if this guy's ancestors were from the north, but he was quite talkative, and he boasted all the time.
"How did you become a monk? This is the wasteland era!" Su Ziyu asked curiously.
Jiese's expression was stunned for a moment, then he smiled and said: "My parents died when I was very young. After all, this is not China, and it is not easy for Chinese to live in America."
"Later he was adopted by an old monk."
"I was slightly injured when I was young. Half of my body was infected by radiation, and my entire arm suffered some mutations."
"Although I later got a pair of mechanical prosthetics, I know very well that my own body is absolutely impossible to give birth to offspring. I don't want my children to come into this world with disabilities and deformities, so I simply inherited them. I took the old monk’s mantle and became a monk myself.”
"It's a pity that I didn't learn more from him back then. I don't know much about those sutras. I only know the Prajna Heart Sutra."
"When I had nothing to do, I also pondered a passage from Mechanical Buddhism."
"How about it?"
"Isn't it very literary?"
Su Ziyu nodded, seemingly infected by his open-mindedness, and smiled and said, "It's really refreshing."
"This era still needs some spiritual sustenance." Jiese took a puff of cigarette and exhaled a cloud of mist and said: "Don't believe it yet. There are really many people who come to me to chant sutras for salvation, not only Chinese people, but also Some white people and some black people will invite me.”
This is the end of the wasteland.
It would be nice to have a monk. Don't expect any clear rules and regulations. It is impossible to live in the wasteland without killing animals.
About two or three hours later.
A large gathering place appeared in front of the group of people. It looked like it was renovated from an abandoned town. Many cities suffered nuclear strikes during the catastrophe. Basically, the current gathering place was chosen from the past. In remote places, the level of nuclear radiation contamination will be smaller. The camp is surrounded by a circle of mottled and peeling iron walls. There are two guard towers at the main entrance, with guards holding guns standing on them. One is white and the other is yellow.
"Many of the people in the Elk Camp escaped from the Chinatown Camp before." Jiese put out his cigarette butt and said, "There are many Chinese here. If anyone gives you trouble, you can report my name."
"I still have some connections here."
The convoy drove straight in.
Su Ziyu couldn't help but be stunned for a moment as soon as he got off the car, because he actually saw a paper dragon with a note, and a somewhat ugly lion's head. Some residences were obviously pasted with the word "Fu", which made him recall the past. The atmosphere of the New Year.
"That's right." Jiese patted his head and said, "I'm all confused."
“I forgot it’s almost Chinese New Year.”
"If you have nothing to do, come to my place for New Year's Eve dinner tomorrow night. There will still be a lot of people."
At this time, a person next to him laughed and said: "The end of the world will not stop you Chinese from celebrating the New Year..."
"That's necessary!" Jiese laughed, jumped down, and walked directly to the tavern.
It’s really the Chinese New Year.
Su Ziyu saw two older Chinese playing with some Spring Festival couplets. There were indeed many Chinese here. Su Ziyu felt a little dazed. Even he didn't know how long he had been wandering outside.
"Would you like a roasted mouse?" An Indian shouted to Su Ziyu from the stall next to him.
Do they have a monopoly on the roasted rat business
Su Ziyu smiled and shook his head, then turned around and walked towards the weapons store. However, he was really a little hungry. As he walked on the road, he could smell a strong aroma of barbecue. It was not like a street stall, but more like It is a carefully cooked barbecue, which should be the roast venison in their mouths.
He took out the mechanical watch from back then and put it directly on his hand.
The radiation pollution in the wasteland world is very serious. This mechanical watch can detect most of the radiation pollution. Before returning to this world, Su Ziyu prepared a lot of food, but it was definitely not enough to eat before leaving.
Sizzle.
There was a harsh sound of metal friction.
Su Ziyu turned a few corners along the street and soon saw a weapons workshop covering a large area. A middle-aged man was turning something on a machine tool, and there were people next to him who were hammering with hammers. beat. Many firearms in the wasteland world were modified by oneself, and some old guys couldn't use them after finding them. Most people in this era have some experience in firearm modification.
"What do you want?" The middle-aged man put down a dagger and said hello: "Old Bob's weapons shop has everything!"
Su Ziyu looked at the various firearms placed in the cabinets on the wall and asked casually: "Is there any little fat man?"
The middle-aged man couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, then laughed and said: "If I can build that thing, why should I open a weapons store?"
Right.
Although nuclear weapons are a bit widespread in the Wasteland Era, most of them are in the hands of plutocrats and other large forces in various places. Ordinary people have no way of accessing nuclear weapons.
"I want some bullets." Su Ziyu thought for a moment and asked, "What do you use to pay here?"
"I just arrived."
The old Bob in front of him couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, looked Su Ziyu up and down and asked: "Are you a wilderness hunter?"
"Yeah." Su Ziyu nodded.
Old Bob looked thoughtful and said, "I also collect supplies and medicines here."
"But the currency used in this area is nuclear bottle caps."
Bottle cap
Su Ziyu couldn't help but be stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then asked doubtfully: "Can bottle caps also be used as currency?"
"Of course." Old Bob in front of him nodded and said: "They are all tokens anyway. Primitive people still used seashells as currency! I heard that some places in California use banknotes issued by water merchant consortiums. I feel that it is not as good as Use bottle caps.”
"At least it won't be damaged easily."
It is very easy to damage banknotes during wild adventures in wind and rain. Modern people find it very convenient to use banknotes. They do not have to go out to fight and kill. If they are soaked in water, blood and rain for a few times, the banknotes can be scrapped directly.
The world has been using nuclear bottle caps as currency for several years.
There weren’t many places to use it at first.
However, the scope of use became wider and wider later, but medicines, materials, and ammunition were still hard currencies, and they were survival materials whose purchasing power was higher than money.
Using this thing as currency is similar to steel.
Su Ziyu didn't have many materials that could be exchanged. The value of gold in the wasteland era is not that amazing. You have to keep the food for yourself, and it certainly cannot be exchanged. It is not very convenient to take out other things. It is better for him to find opportunities to make money while inquiring about the news in the past two days. Point bottle cap. The bullets Paul gave were not many, and they looked like bullets made by local workshops. They were far inferior to the ones Pasha gave Su Ziyu. Even the bullets from the weapons store in front of him were of average quality and could not reach the level of military products. .
If he wanted to replenish a relatively sufficient batch of ammunition, Su Ziyu would have to earn about three hundred bottle caps.
"Is there any task to be entrusted to the wilderness hunters here?" Su Ziyu asked.
There are some terrible mutated creatures in many places in the wasteland world.
Ordinary people cannot deal with these mutated creatures, but there are some hunters who will hunt them, of course, provided that there is a sufficiently generous reward. Generally, the commissions that are posted are quite difficult monsters to deal with. Most of them occupy some valuable areas, or else they threaten the residents of the gathering place.
Su Ziyu's return to this world consumed a full 10 points of source power. Of course, he had to find a way to earn it back. While hunting monsters to earn bottle caps, he also harvested some source points.
Best of both worlds.
"Of course there is." Old Bob pointed over there and said: "It's hanging in the tavern. There are not many people willing to take risks in the gathering place. Many commissions have been hanging for several years."
If you want money, you have to spend it with life.
It's not worth risking your life just to earn some bottle caps in the wasteland era. Many people would rather live in poverty than risk their lives.
Bang bang bang.
Just as Su Ziyu thanked him and was about to go to the tavern, there was a heavy knock on the door not far away, and then he saw a man with two gun-wielding men knocking on the door door to door to collect money.
"It's these vampires again!" Old Bob next to him spat a mouthful of phlegm on the ground. Seeing Su Ziyu's expression of confusion, he explained: "People from the Water Merchant Group."
"Today is the day they collect water bills."
It turns out that there is no relatively clean water source nearby. Daily drinking water requires many evolutionary filtrations. Selling water in the wasteland era was an extremely profitable business. Anyone who could afford to open a water purification plant could do it. He has rich assets and an extraordinary background. The water supply in the Elk Gathering Area is monopolized by some people. They jointly charge high water fees with water merchant groups. Water consumption in the daily expenses of residents in the gathering area can reach nearly one-fifth.
In other words, one-fifth of the money they earn must be given to these water business groups.
Purifying water does not cost much.
The energy in the wasteland era is still relatively abundant. The use of nuclear energy can produce a large amount of pure water, but the technology is completely monopolized by the chaebol group. How can ordinary people have the technology to do this kind of thing.
This is equivalent to a salary of 3,000 yuan a month, and a water bill of 600 yuan.
The residents here have a very bad attitude towards the water merchant group, but there is nothing they can do about it, because there is no place to get clean water except them. At the same time, the power of the chaebol group is also quite huge, and they have a lot of people under their control. The thugs are almost at the level of the regular army.
Monopolizing water is indeed a hugely profitable business.
Because this is a necessary substance for survival, the top chaebol groups control the business of medicines and arms, etc., while the lower groups are these combined water merchants.
Their exploitation is not excessive, but it has greatly increased the cost of living for everyone.
Su Ziyu didn't intend to meddle in other people's business.
This kind of thing was very common in the wasteland era. He looked at it for a few times and then turned around and went to the bar.
Make money first.
By the way, I collected some information to see how much the wasteland world has changed over the years.
I don’t know if the Brotherhood is still there
Su Ziyu handed over bionic technology to them back then, but now it seems that ordinary people still use mechanical prostheses. Bionic technology has not become popular, but many people have heard of this technology.
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(End of chapter)