Space-time Traveler Chapter 2: Water Merchant Group

Has it been so long?

When Su Ziyu learned that it was twelve years from now, the expression on his face couldn't help but feel a little lost.

I don’t know how many of the friends I once knew are still alive.

The average life span of the wasteland world is very short, maybe less than forty years old on average. He really didn't expect this world to have passed so long.

It's calmer along the way.

Su Ziyu saw a group of mutated wild wolves, all of them the size of a calf. The headed wolf king actually looked a bit like a husky. They chased the Mercedes-Benz caravan, but Did not launch an attack immediately.

"Hello!?"

"Who else can eat? Roasted venison? Quickly throw it down!" Reboot also woke up from the howling of the wolf, he stood up and shouted at the others in the convoy.

After speaking, he turned to look at Su Ziyu and said: "Don't worry."

"That's Bloodfang."

"The wolf king around here often lives in the forest on the other side of the Grand Canyon. It doesn't attack humans much, but it likes cooked food. As long as you throw them some meat, it won't attack us."

There is actually such a thing.

Could the wolf king turn on spiritual wisdom, right?

Su Ziyu's eyes could not help but a glimmer of light appeared, and then he looked at the giant wolf in the distance. It is almost the size of an adult cow, and its muscles are extremely strong, and the surface of the body has a lot of The scar, the more I look at it, the more I feel that it looks a bit similar to the Husky, obviously different from the other wild wolves around.

"After the catastrophe, fewer people keep dogs." Rebooting naturally placed a cigarette and said, "Sometimes people don't have enough food, so there is no energy to raise dogs."

"Some domestic dogs are almost extinct."

"But some dogs are mixed with wolves. Bloodfang seems to be a hybrid of Husky and wild wolf. It is a bit different from other wolves and has a more friendly attitude towards humans."

"I like to eat cooked food."

"As long as you bring cooked food, you are not vulnerable to them."

The aura on the wolf king is indeed a bit like the animal companion around the druid, but the light of the aura is not so bright. It should be just smarter, not as having wisdom.

Sure enough.

The wolves stopped chasing after seeing the cooked food, and left with some barbecue in their mouths like a gust of wind.

The wolves of the Wasteland Age are alive and well.

Many species have gradually become extinct, but wolves can be seen everywhere. They hunt and kill other mutant creatures. Now they are all cunning and ferocious, and ordinary firearms may not be able to deal with them. And the wolves are very vengeful, as long as one ran away, there will be endless troubles. Under normal circumstances, they will not take the initiative to attack.

Wild wolves do not have a long lifespan. Although there are many wolves, it is difficult to flood them.

After the catastrophe, it’s more difficult for mammals to reproduce. Wild wolves can give birth to two to three babies per child, but one that survives is very good, and severely deformed wolf pups will be bitten by their parents. Die or throw into the wilderness.

Su Ziyu listened to rebooting bragging silently. This guy didn't know if his ancestor was a northerner or not.

"Why did you become a monk? This is the wasteland era!" Su Ziyu asked curiously.

The rebooting expression was stunned for a moment, and then smiled and said, "My parents died when I was very young. After all, this is not China. It is not easy for Chinese to live in America."

"Later, I was adopted by an old monk."

"When I was young, I risked a little injury. Half of my body was infected by radiation, and the whole arm had some mutations."

"Although I changed a pair of mechanical prostheses later, my own body knows very well that there is absolutely no way to give birth to offspring, and I don’t want my child to come into this world with disability and distortion. He inherited the mantle of the old monk and became a monk by himself."

"Unfortunately, I didn't learn more from him back then. I don't know much about those scriptures. I only have a Prajna Heart Sutra."

"I thought about a section of mechanical Buddhist scripture while I was free."

"How is it?"

"Are you very literary?"

Su Ziyu nodded, as if he was also infected by his open-mindedness, smiled and said: "It is really refreshing."

"This era still needs a little spiritual sustenance." Reboot took a puff of cigarette, and spit out a cloud of mist and said: "Don't believe it. There are really many people who come to me to recite sutras, not just Chinese. , Even some whites and blacks would invite me."

This is the end of the wasteland.

It would be nice to have a monk. Don’t expect any clear rules and precepts. It’s impossible to live in the Wasteland Age without killing.

About two or three hours later.

A large gathering area appeared in front of the group of people. It looked like an abandoned town remodeled. Many cities suffered nuclear strikes during the catastrophe. Basically, the current gathering places are all selected. It used to be a relatively remote place, because the degree of nuclear radiation pollution will be smaller. Outside the camp is a circle of mottled painted iron walls. At the main entrance, there are two guard towers on which stand guards with guns. One is white and the other is yellow.

"Many people in the elk camp had escaped from the Chinatown camp before." Rebooted and extinguished his cigarette butts and said, "There are a lot of Chinese here. Whoever troubles you can report my name."

"I still have some connections here."

The convoy drove directly in.

Su Ziyu just got out of the car and couldn't help but froze, because he actually saw a handwritten paper dragon, and a little ugly four that looked like a lion head. Some of the residences were clearly marked with the word "Fu", which made him think about it. Get up with the breath of the New Year.

"That's right." Reboot patted his head and said: "I'm all confused."

"Forget about the Chinese New Year."

"If you have nothing to do, there will be many people coming to me for New Year's Eve dinner tomorrow night."

At this moment, a person next to you smiled and said: "The end of the world can't stop you Chinese from celebrating the New Year..."

"That must be!" Reboot laughed and jumped down, and walked directly to the location of the tavern.

It's really going to be Chinese New Year.

Su Ziyu saw that two young Chinese were playing some spring festival couplets. There are indeed a lot of Chinese here. Su Ziyu's spirit was a little tranced, even he didn't know that he was wandering outside. how long.

"Would you like a grilled mouse?" At the stall next to it, an Indian yelled at the snail.

Are they monopolizing the business of roasting mice?

Su Ziyu smiled and shook his head, turned and walked towards the weapon shop, but he was really hungry. Walking on the road, he could smell a strong smell of barbecue, not like a street stall. , More like a carefully cooked barbecue, it should be the roast venison in their mouths.

He took out the mechanical watch of the year and put it directly on his hand.

The wasteland world’s radiation pollution is very serious. This mechanical watch can detect most of the radiation pollution. Before returning to this world, the mullet still prepared a lot of food, but it was definitely not enough to eat before leaving. .

Zizzi.

There was a harsh metal rubbing sound.

Su Ziyu turned a few turns along the street, and soon saw a weapon workshop covering a large area. There was a middle-aged man driving something on the machine tool, and someone else was holding an iron. Beat with a hammer. Many of the firearms in Wasteland are modified by themselves. Some old guys can't use them after finding out. Most people in this era have some experience in gun modification.

"What's the point?" The middle-aged man put down a dagger casually and said hello: "Old Bob's weapon shop has everything!"

Su Ziyu looked at the various firearms placed in the cabinet on the wall, and asked casually: "Are there any little fat guys?"

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and then laughed: "If I can make that stuff, what weapons shop would I open?"

That's right.

Although nuclear weapons in the Wasteland era are a bit proliferation, most of them are in the hands of chaebols and other big powers everywhere. Ordinary people have no way to access nuclear weapons at all.

"I want some bullets." Su Ziyu thought for a while and asked: "What do you use to pay the bill here?"

"I just came."

The old Bob in front of him couldn't help but stunned. He looked up and down Su Ziyu and asked: "Are you a wilderness hunter?"

"Yeah." Su Ziyu nodded.

Old Bob looked thoughtful, and said: "Materials and medicines, I also accept them here."

"However, the currency used in this area is nuclear bottle caps."

Bottle cap?

Su Ziyu was stunned when he heard the words, and then wondered: "Can bottle caps also be used as currency?"

"Of course." The old Bob in front of him nodded: "Anyway, they are all tokens. Primitives still use shells as currency! I heard that some places in California use banknotes issued by water merchants. It feels better to use a bottle cap."

"At least not easily damaged."

Break and wind in the wild, banknotes are very easy to damage. Modern people feel very convenient to use banknotes. It is not necessary to fight and kill outside. If you get a little bit of water and a few **** rains, the banknotes can be directly Scrapped.

The world has used nuclear bottle caps as currency for many years.

Not many places are used in the beginning.

However, the scope of use later became wider and wider, but medicines, materials and ammunition were still hard currency, and they belonged to living substances with purchasing power higher than currency.

Using this gadget as currency is similar to that of steel.

There are not many materials that can be exchanged in Su Ziyu's hands. The value of gold in the wasteland era is not that amazing. The food must be kept for self-eating. It must not be used for exchange. Other things are not very convenient to take out. It would be better for him to find opportunities to earn money while inquiring about the news in the past two days. Tap the bottle cap. Paul didn’t give many bullets, and at first glance, they were made by a local workshop. They were far better than the ones Pasha gave to Suzi fish at the time. Even the bullets in the weapon shop in front of us were of average quality, and they were not up to the level of military products. .

If you want to replenish a relatively sufficient amount of ammunition, Suzi fish will probably earn about 300 bottle caps.

"Are there any tasks entrusted to wilderness hunters here?" Su Ziyu asked.

There are some terrifying mutant creatures in many parts of the Wasteland World.

These mutant creatures can't be dealt with by ordinary people, but some hunters will hunt them, of course, provided that they are sufficiently paid. The commissions that are usually hung up are very difficult monsters, and most of them are entrenched in some valuable areas, or they are threatening 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, while reaping some source power.

The best of both worlds.

"Of course there is." Old Bob pointed to the side and said: "There are 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 your life.

In the wasteland era, it is not worth it to make some bottle caps. Many people prefer to have a hard life and don't want to risk their lives at all.

Kang-kang-kang.

Just when 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 gunmen knocking on the door from door to door. money.

"These vampires again!" The old Bob next to him spit out thick sputum on the ground. Seeing Su Ziyu's expression a little puzzled, 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 times of evolutionary filtration. In the wasteland era, selling water is an extremely profitable business, and people who can afford to open a water purification plant , All of them are rich in assets and have an extraordinary background. Some people monopolized the water supply in the elk gathering areas. They and the water merchant group jointly charge high water fees. The residents in the gathering places can consume nearly one-fifth of the water fee in their daily expenses.

In other words, one-fifth of the money they make goes to these water merchant groups.

The cost of purifying water is not high.

The energy in the wasteland era is 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 monthly salary of 3,000 yuan, and a full 600 yuan in water bills.

The residents here have a very poor attitude towards the water business group, but they have no way of doing it, because there is nowhere to get clean water except for them. At the same time, the chaebol group is also quite powerful, and it keeps a company under their hands. A lot of thugs, almost the level of the regular army.

Monopoly water is indeed a profitable business.

Because this is a necessary material for survival, the top chaebol groups control the business of medicines, arms, etc., and the next point in the group is these united water merchants.

They didn’t exploit too much, but they greatly increased the cost of living for everyone.

Su Ziyu is not going to be nosy.

Such things were very common in the Wasteland Age, and he turned around and went to the bar after a few glances.

Make money first.

By the way, gather information to see how much the wasteland world has changed over the years.

I don’t know if the Brotherhood is still there?

Back then, Suzi fish gave them the bionic technology, but now it seems that ordinary people still use mechanical prosthetics. The bionic technology has not been popularized, but many people have heard of this technology.

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