This Game Is Too Realistic

profit of a coat made in this way ranged from about 1 to 5 silver coins.
And if the quality was particularly good, when everyone had money, there may be players who buy it for a big price.

 

Teng Teng intended to wait for her skills to become more proficient, save some money to buy a piece of land, and open a clothing store at the front entrance of the nursing home.

 

After all, it was more profitable to open a shop herself than to work for an NPC.

 

“Teng Teng…”

 

After recovering, Ya Ya grabbed Teng Teng's arm with moved tears in her eyes.

 

Unexpectedly, after she respawned, the only one who offered a helping hand was actually Teng Teng who had quarreled with her.

 

Feeling embarrassed by her gaze, Teng Teng blushed and took back her hands.

 

“…
Don't look at me that way, it's just a copper coin, and it's not much money.
You can pay me back in the future!”

 

“Sorry, I was wrong before, you are really a kind person!”

 

“…
Well, I didn't keep that in mind.
Anyway, please work hard.
I have to leave now to make clothes.”

 

After leaving a copper coin on the table, Teng Teng held the animal skins piled up in wooden baskets and turned around to leave, but Ya Ya took it over and said enthusiastically.

 

“Let me help you!”

 

“No need, you can focus on doing your own thing.
I can do this myself.”

 

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Teng Teng felt very troubled and stretched out her hand to get the things back, but due to the height problem she couldn't reach, and was dodged by Ya Ya nimbly.

 

Raising the wooden basket in her hand, the enthusiastic Ya Ya said with a grin.

 

“How can you do it! You’re so small, how can I let you take so many things? Where is your workstation? I’ll help you send it there.”

 

“…”

 

Why does she talk like she deserves a punch in the face?

 

Teng Teng's face darkened, and her shoulders trembled lightly.

 

Her fists became hard!

 

…

 

Woodworking cabin.

 

Brother Mosquito, who was sitting on the stool with a stalk of grass in his mouth, skillfully fixed the two pieces of wood with tools with both hands and sandwiched the aluminum alloy flakes picked from the wasteland.

 

After stringing a bowstring tanned from the tendons of the mutant hyena, a simple wooden bow was completed.

 

“Done.”

 

Another order was completed, and 2 silver coins were received.

 

Mosquito hung the wooden bow on a shelf aside, waiting for other players to choose them.

 

In fact, in a strict sense, these simple processes were far from enough to make a real hunting bow.

 

Mosquito had heard that to make a good hunting bow, even the humidity of the wood used in the bow handle also had strict requirements.

 

That being said, for players who didn't have guns, this thing was already pretty good.
Within thirty steps, there was no problem killing a mutant hyena.

 

Of course, the premise was that they were able to hit it.

 

Anyway, Mosquito himself could not do it.

 

“20 wooden bows.
They’re required to be able to shoot through the skull of a mutant hyena within 20 meters…
I’m afraid that this order will be completed the day after tomorrow.”

 

Mosquito murmured and glanced at the bottles and jars he had placed on the corner of the table.

 

It contained the saltpetre he extracted from the soil.
The bottle next to it was gypsum powder containing calcium sulfate, and the bucket of black lumps under the shelf was charcoal.

 

Originally, he planned to get the black powder out first today, but the reward given by the administrator's mission was really good.

 

As long as he made 5 wooden bows a day, he would get a guaranteed salary, and could get a commission of 2 silver coins for each wooden bow.

 

“Forget it, let me make money first…”

 

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It was not good to always do chemical experiments in the woodworking cabin.

 

He plans to save some money, buy a piece of land, buy some cement and bricks, build a small house, and sell the weapons he designed.

 

This is not much more interesting than carpentry!

 

At this time, the door of the woodworking cabin was pushed open, and Ample Time, who had bought a bow from him earlier, walked in with purposeful strides.

 

“I need 20 more arrows!”

 

“You ran out so soon?” Looking at Ample Time covered in blood, Mosquito was stunned and said, “Did you forget that those arrows can be recycled?”

 

“I know, but are you sure those arrows can still be used?” Ample Time put the quiver on the table with a depressed look.

 

In there, a pile of broken arrows fell out of the quiver.

 

Sitting on the stool next to him, he sighed and then complained, “The quality of this thing is really bad!”

 

Mosquito picked up the quiver, drew an arrow and took a look before he stroked his chin and said.

 

“Mhm…
After a rational analysis, I think it should be an advantage to be able to leave the arrow in the body of the prey.
But it is indeed like you said, when hunting… the loss is a bit high, I’ll think about how to improve it.”

 

These arrows are all made of sharpened metal sheets fixed to a wooden shaft with turpentine.
The quality was really not good.

 

“I’m counting on you!”

 

“Don’t worry about it.
It’s my job anyway.”

 

Mosquito counted 20 arrows from the shelf beside him and handed them to Ample Time's hands.

 

The price of 1 arrow was 2 copper coins, and 20 arrows were 4 silver.
Ample Time took out 4 silver coins from his pocket without hesitation, and lined them up on the table lavishly.

 

This was what he got in exchange for the prey he just brought.

 

“Thanks brother.”

 

“You're welcome, I wish you a happy hunting.” Mosquito smiled and waved at Ample Time, who walked out the door.
“By the way, do you want to try my new weapon? I promise it'll be very useful.”

 

Hearing this, Ample Time, who had just walked to the door, almost tripped over the door frame and fell.

 

“Ahem, definitely next time!”

 

He didn’t want to risk his life to test Mosquito’s weapon.

 

Thinking of the “hell shower” designed by this guy before, Ample Time, who stood firmly on the door frame, didn't even dare to look back, and walked away with a quiver.

 

Mosquito touched his nose and looked puzzled.

 

“Does it need such an exaggeration?”

 

He originally planned to install a bayonet on his “Hellfire 0.1”.