This Game Is Too Realistic
chapter-22

Strength increased by 10%.

What kind of incredible technology is this again?

But having said that, was this thing considered sugar or stimulant?

Chu Guang was not clear about its ingredients, and there was no production date and ingredient list on the outer packaging.

"The duration is actually 10 hours."

The 10% enchantment effect looked pretty good, and even 10% of the strength at the critical moment was enough to turn the situation around.

But eating a lollipop when he was in battle...

It didn't match his tough guy image at all.

And when it would be effective was also unknown.

After thinking back and forth, Chu Guang decided to put it aside first.

Having one more trump card in his hand was not a bad thing.

...

Early the next morning.

The players went online as scheduled.

Although they were exhausted from the real work during the day, their exhaustion was completely gone after they went online, and they were full of energy.

Old White's cement kiln was completely dry.

He and Gale went to the construction site on the map, pulled back dozens of kilograms of limestone with a pallet, and then went to the river to get a few large buckets of clay and sand, and started the first round of trial production of Portland cement.

In fact, the formulation of ordinary Portland cement was publicly available on the Internet.

To put it simply, it was made by crushing limestone, mixing it with clay and iron filings in a specific proportion, and heating it to 1450 degrees Celsius in a special kiln.

The cement clinker prepared by this method only needed to be added with sand and water to form a cement mortar that could be used in construction.

With the help of some professional websites, one could even find out the specific material ratio of different cements according to the construction requirements.

As long as one had done their homework in advance before playing the game, its difficulty was much less challenging than traveling to ancient times and starting from scratch.

Considering that this was the first time they used this thing, Old White chose the simplest formula. The material requirements for this thing were not too complicated, and it could be completed with the current conditions of the shelter, even if barely.

Relying on his "natural strength," he smashed the stones that were picked up from the construction site as much as he could with a hammer, mixed them with clay and iron filings reduced with charcoal, and sent them into the newly completed kiln.

Charcoal was lit.

Green smoke rose slowly.

Ample Time enthusiastically helped on the side, pressing the branches tied to the clay tray—this was a simple blower, composed of water pipes, bark, and cotton thread, which could send a large amount of air into the kiln and let the charcoal inside it burn harder.

"How should we determine the temperature in the kiln?"

"No idea."

"No idea???"

"Otherwise? Do you have an industrial thermometer? Anyway, don't talk nonsense, just press the blower and put more effort into it and it's done! Sigh… Where can I get a generator?"

"..."

Old White groaned while touching his chin, and Ample Time was quite speechless.

This guy.

Since becoming a "construction team leader," he acted more and more like a construction team leader.

While pressing the branches, he wondered in his heart where Gale and Night Ten went...

In fact, it was not just them who didn't know, Chu Guang, who was an administrator, didn't know either.

Although he could confirm that the player was online or offline, as well as the approximate location and distance through the system, he could not fully grasp the player's specific coordinates.

At least not now.

But just as Chu Guang wondered what those two players were doing, they saw the two players walking towards him with buckets.

"Where have you been?"

Faced with the administrator's inquiry, Gale answered truthfully.

"Near the mutant leech nest."

Chu Guang frowned.

"Didn't I say not to go there?"

"We didn't go in, but set up a trap near the nest... You see, these are larvae of a mutant leech."

Gale hadn't spoken yet. Seeing the administrator's unpleasant expression on the side, Night Ten was scared that the favorability would drop, so he quickly put the plastic bucket in his hand on the ground to explain.

Chu Guang glanced at the barrel and found that there were some glass bottles inside. The bottles were full of palm-sized larvae.

Their bodies twisted constantly, stretching their deformed mouthparts, and they were entangled with their companions, looking like tentacles in hen**i anime.

"Interesting... How did you do it?"

When he was on Bett Street before, he had never heard of anyone catching this thing.

Although mutant worms were rich in protein, they also had high content of parasites. That thing couldn't be killed by boiling it in a pot for a while.

Coupled with the special living environment of this thing, it rarely acted alone, so its combat effectiveness was difficult to assess, and very few survivors were interested in it.

"Blood! We used animal blood to lure them into a glass bottle. Large leeches can't get in, and small ones can't get out after they squeeze in!"

Night Ten said excitedly, and Gale added a few words next to him.

"These mutant leeches should be foraging at night, and return to the nest during the day. Except for some of the bottles being crushed, these little guys are still in the bottles. I was just trying it, but the effect was surprisingly good."

Chu Guang touched his chin and nodded.

"So that's it... this is indeed a good idea."

No wonder Gale asked him for some meat from his prey yesterday. He had planned to use it as bait to catch the larvae of a mutant leech?

It was just that……

"... What are you going to do with this thing?"

Chu Guang looked at Gale and asked.

"I don't know much about leeches, but mutant leeches cannot be eaten."

"I don't plan to eat it, I plan to use it for fishing."

"Fishing?"

"Mhm," Gale nodded, looking slightly excited, "When I was exploring the shoreline of the lake before, I found some big black birds fishing on the lake! Since there are fish in the lake, we can get food by fishing!"

This is a great idea!

After listening to Gale's words, Chu Guang's eyes suddenly lit up.

In fact, it was not that he had never tried fishing before. After all, compared to hunting, the risk of fishing was much smaller.

It was just that his fishing skills were really hard to describe in words. It was rare to catch any even with professional fishing gear and bait, not to mention that there was no such thing.

In fact, the problem wasn't his bad fishing skill. If it were so easy to catch fish, why didn't the survivors make their homes by the lake?

The fish in Linghu lake were all mutants after all.

After trying a few times without success, he even lost his fishing gear that took him a long time to make, so Chu Guang gave up in the end.

"Do you know how to fish?"

Facing the administrator's question, Gale froze and said.

"No... but I checked on the Internet, there are fishing traps, I plan to try to make a few of those."

Although he was not sure if the NPC could understand what he meant by "checking on the internet," the NPC hadn't reacted to it when they talked about things in reality several times before. Gale simply thought that it should be automatically ignored by the program, so he directly said it.

Chu Guang was overjoyed, but nodded without revealing any emotion on his face.

"Okay, since you know how to catch fish, I'll leave this to you!"

After getting the order, Gale and Night Ten immediately ran to make a trap.

Catching fish was much more interesting than cutting trees and playing with mud!

Chu Guang watched them gather some branches as well as plastic ropes that they picked up from somewhere, squat around the corner, and start making their trap.

Ignoring them, what Chu Guang wanted to study now was how to use the purchased tobacco leaves to smoke meat.

Yesterday, he followed the method of the survivors of Bett Street; crushed the tobacco leaves and wrapped them on the meat, and then slowly roasted them with firewood, so that the tar rich in ketol compounds in the leaves would penetrate into the fat layer of the meat and kill parasites and microorganisms...

But he didn't know if it was his illusion. He always felt that the meat was a little smelly?

"It shouldn't be..."

Picking up a piece of hind leg meat and sniffing it, Chu Guang frowned.

Under normal circumstances, the meat smoked in this way should have a nicotine smell, and the surface should show a burnt-yellow greasy luster.

However, the hind leg meat on his hand was obviously dark red in color, cooked on the outside and raw on the inside, and had a faint smell of rottenness.

"Is the method wrong?"