My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely! Chapter 239: Half a year, the real danger of the flood

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Seeing the stunned crowd in the distance, Moore pressed the horn curiously, and the melodious sound of the horn immediately began to echo in the empty wasteland!

To be fair, the horn of the harvester is not pleasant, even a bit harsh!

But it was this ear-piercing familiar sound that made the refugees who had seen harvesters on Earth react.

"Harvester, it's really a harvester, God Su made a harvester!"

"My mother, I heard that God Su was buying blueprints two days ago, and it has already been made?"

"There are harvesters, but there are no other automated machines?"

The closer the two mechanical monsters got, the louder the roar from the engine became. This sound seemed to play the melody in the blood of every refugee.

Even Chen Shen, who prided himself on being able to deal with things calmly, opened his mouth wide.

Outside the crowd, Zhong Qingshu, who was standing under a tree, also had beautiful eyes flickering, looking at Moore who was driving the harvester, showing a trace of curiosity.

On the other side, looking at all the refugees who had prepared, Su Mo stopped the car and opened the door without any inkling.

According to the previous plan, seeing Oreo on the co-seat jumping out first, like a silver lightning bolt disappearing from sight, Su Mo straightened the hem of his combat uniform and got out of the car slowly.

Oreo is on alert, and Moore is responsible for clearing the field.

Looking at the expecting crowd, Su Mo simply took out the seeds from the storage space and piled them on the ground:

"I brought the seeds, without further ado, let's start sowing!"

Excellent-grade seeds naturally have a layer of light fluorescence, which is very conspicuous in today's wasteland without light pollution.

"Brother Su, we all have this harvester, so we have to change the share, or else..."

With or without a harvester, there are simply two kinds of efficiency and speed.

Moreover, as long as enough fuel can be provided, a lot of manpower can be saved for subsequent cultivation and sowing.

"No, this harvester is provided by me for free, but I have a few requirements, I hope everyone can cooperate with me"

After glancing at the nervous refugees in the front row of the Candlelight Shelter, Su Mo smiled.

"I can provide not only the harvester, but also the subsequent rotary cultivator and flour grinder, but after four or five rounds of planting, I need everyone to cooperate with me in planting other things"

"For example...cabbage, soybeans, carrots, cotton..."

Said the names of seven or eight kinds of crops in one breath, looking at the people who were completely dumbfounded, Su Mo shrugged and continued to dig out the seeds.

Although the impact of these automated tools on the wasteland refugees was expected early on, the reality is much more exaggerated than imagined.

What is the opening lightning strike.jpg has been vividly interpreted by these people.

After four or five seconds, seeing that everyone was still staring blankly at the front, thinking about something in their minds, Su Mo had no choice but to wave his hands helplessly:

"Okay, okay, what's the matter, let's talk about it after we harvest a wave, don't wait until it's past 12 o'clock, the seeds haven't been sown"

The refugees who were still immersed in the shock also reacted to what Su Mo said, and immediately put on a lingering smile on their faces, all gearing up, and according to the previous arrangement, they lined up long queue.

240 acres of land, during the process of land development these days, the Candlelight Refuge has gradually gathered some refugees who were placed nearby.

Currently, there are 133 adults in the shelter, six 17-year-old minors, and a baby who is still in the swaddle.

Among them, there are only 46 men, so each person's task is 2.5 mu of land, sharing 115 mu of land in total.

Six underage children have one mu of land per person, sharing 6 mu of land.

As for the remaining women, except for a few necessary logistics to ensure that the workers eat and drink water, each person is allocated 1.5 acres according to the head, which is just enough to solve all the arable land.

At this time, Chen Shen stood at the forefront, and every time a person's name was called, the corresponding person stepped forward to receive a share of the seeds belonging to his own cultivated land.

Standing beside Chen Shen, after accepting the attention of every refugee and watching everyone go to start planting according to the previous distribution, Sumo, who had been tense, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

With the exception of Zhong Qingshu, everyone in the Candlelight Refuge, including the management, has to work.

Fortunately, these days, the old master in the Candlelight Refuge has trained everyone how to plant. Walking on the road on the ridge, Su Mo began to look left and right, but he didn't find anything wrong. .

"In the age of civilization, if you want to plant the land well, unless you really like it or pass it down for generations, not many people are willing to do this kind of tiring work."

"In the wasteland, everyone will die if they don't plant the land. In this way, both the learning speed and the attitude of farming are too serious!"

Turning back and forth in a circle, seeing a few minors planting in a decent manner, Su Mo nodded silently.

Everything is developing according to the process imagined, the more you plant, the better you plant, the more you will get.

Even if Su Mo didn't need to continue to stand by to oversee the work, these people all exerted their strength, each crazier than the other.

"How? Didn't you expect this efficiency?"

"I didn't expect that, who would have known that people who were still white-collar workers and students a month ago could adapt so quickly"

Seeing Su Mo standing on the ridge in a daze, Zhong Qingshu walked over quietly without knowing when.

"It's a pity, the next disaster is coming, I hope everyone here can live well!"

Shaking his head, Sumo also had a headache when he thought of the coming flood of punishment disaster and the future of these people.

The cause of the punitive catastrophe has not been found so far.

If there are no variables, then all human beings will undergo a 180-day flood.

Fortunately, this time a welfare disaster was triggered, and it was not a problem for most people to get enough food for the past six months.

"If this disaster is really a great flood, whether human beings can survive may not be the biggest problem"

"Oh?"

Looking at Zhong Qingshu's pointed eyes, Su Mo followed the direction of his eyes, and looked over.

It happens to be the building complex of the Candlelight Refuge!

"Assuming that the upcoming flood lasts for 180 days and will recede due to the end of the disaster, the survival of human beings is not a problem"

"People at low places migrate to high places, and people at the bottom of the mountain go to the mountains. It's really not possible. Spend some points and materials to build a boat and live"

"But... the shelters created by everyone using the core are gone, right!"

Although a small number of them have abandoned the shelters created by the game and chose to build their own houses, they try not to rely on the game for everything.

However, more than 70% of the people still live in the game shelters, and they must rely on the various functions of the game panel to survive.

When the great flood came, not to mention the wooden houses on the ground, it would be a devastating disaster for all the underground shelters.

When the 180-day flood has passed, these people's underground shelters will have no magical blessings, or high technology to resist.

After the flood receded, all that was left was a mess.

As for the small wooden houses on the ground, they may have been built on high places early in the morning, and they can still find a way to resist them. The low ones also need to be discarded.

"Yes, after most people's shelters are gone, it is very difficult to rely on these magical functions to develop rapidly"

"As far as I know, many blueprints now require a shelter with a sufficient level to be used. If everyone abandons their shelter, it is equivalent to abandoning the opportunity to get in touch with game technology"

"If things go on like this, even if human technology returns to what it was before we crossed over in a decade or two, it will still be stuck in a bottleneck."

"But...who can say for sure what will happen decades later, maybe our God Su will lead everyone to revolt!"

Seemingly afraid of putting too much pressure on Su Mo, after Zhong Qingshu finished speaking, she tilted her head and thought for a while, and said a cold joke that made people shiver.

"If you really want to say that like you, then I will lead everyone to rise up."

"This disaster hasn't come yet, who can say for sure, maybe I will trigger another disaster, and the flood will disappear immediately"

It was never Su Mo's style to worry about the sky. Looking at the worry in Zhong Qingshu's eyes, Su Mo endured it, but still did not tell about the fact that he had the Mountain and Sea Painting Scroll card.

If human beings are really at the stage of life and death, as long as Sumo uses this card, the flood will recede within a day.

At that time, high mountains will rise, rivers will rise side by side, oceans will be formed directly, and everywhere will become great plains suitable for human survival.

But before that, if you want to find your sister and go to the lost satellite base to find the secrets of this world, you still need the help of the flood.

Sitting on the ridge of the field, after finishing this topic, the two of them started chatting casually.

Compared with Zhong Qingshu in the time ruins, in the real world, she is more independent in mentality, and her thoughts are closer to the end of the world.

On many small issues, Sumo also absorbed some different ideas.

In the field below, all the refugees are also carrying out the final sowing and plowing work in an orderly manner according to the time plan.

Time passed by every minute and every second. At this time, no one complained of being tired or in pain.

Even though protests came from the waist, everyone still firmly repeated the movements of bending, putting down, lifting, and taking.

A round of green moon, which is different from the bewitching red moon when disasters come, also quietly climbed into the sky.

This green is not fluorescent green, but a very comfortable and eye-protecting green, and its brightness is enough to support everyone working in the fields.

The more dazzling the green light, the closer the time to the disaster.

Until the green light is about to condense into substance ~IndoMTL.com~ There are only ten minutes left before the welfare disaster.

Two acres is not much, and even a few children have completed their tasks, sitting next to their own land and waiting for the disaster to come.

"How wonderful, on the wasteland, where there are so many worries, where there is so much need to look forward and backward"

"Living in the present and living well in the present is the most correct way of thinking. Look at them, how happy they are!"

Standing up, afraid of patting the dirt on the combat uniform, he pulled up Zhong Qingshu, who was crushing his numb legs, and the two stood side by side.

Looking at the scattered refugees under the green light, I looked at the tired but happy faces of the nearby people.

For the first time, Su Mo understood why every time the sky fell, there would be a tall man on top.

With great power comes great responsibility.

When one really reaches that level of thought, perhaps what the so-called "tall man" pursues is no longer personal safety.

Buzz...buzz...

While thinking, when the twelve o'clock bell rang on the game board, the welfare disaster...

It's finally here!

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