My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely! Chapter 244: We must…return to Earth!

The mini-destroyer that I drove before, although I couldn't see the specific data before I studied the blueprint.

However, according to the picture reference on the design drawing and comparing it with the destroyer in reality, it can also be roughly inferred that the materials needed for a complete reproduction of this destroyer, as well as the real performance of this destroyer .

The length of the ship is between 100-120m, the draft is at least 5 meters upwards, the cruising speed is about 18 knots, and the maximum speed is 28 knots or even higher.

As for the weapons on it, don't even think about it.

If you want to reproduce such a sea steel monster perfectly, let alone the required materials and production level.

This kind of destroyer alone requires at least two hundred people, and all of them have to go through a certain amount of training.

Of course, when he got the blueprint, Su Mo didn't wish to perfectly reproduce such a monster.

Conceived in my mind at first, the best way is:

Reduce this sea giant by one-third according to the scale on the drawing, keep the length of the ship between 30-40 meters, and keep the draft at 1.5 meters above.

This choice can not only ensure the structural stability of the ship, but also save a lot of materials and save more energy when sailing.

"Yes, if you really want to build a boat, you and the bear alone will definitely not be able to do it. If you know how to drive a big boat, there are only two ways left."

"First, you find a way to get a computer, and then write a standard program to help you assist driving, which can save you a lot of effort"

"Secondly, you have to bring some people, at least you have to bring Chen Shen and the others, and you have to have a few sailors to help you. With these people, you have to concentrate on the operation"

"The premise of the second choice is that your driving level must be qualified. After all, it is too difficult to use manpower to drive such a big ship!"

Zhong Qingshu's speech is always from a rational point of view, and can help Su Mo to consider the current situation as quickly as possible.

On the earth where all the people have not traveled, many large ships really only need an automatic assisted driving system, which can greatly reduce the burden on the captain.

The remaining personnel are mostly used to take care of other small items, and there are only a few people who can really be used.

Especially like Sumo, if you go directly to people without participating in any trade operations or wars, you don't need many people.

"Computer..."

"Assisted driving..."

Climbing the technology tree requires a computer to assist calculations, and building a large ship that can sail thousands of miles also requires a computer.

In modern technology, a computer is too important!

"Don't worry, wait until I really build the boat and then think about these things, let's talk"

"Now we don't know what the next disaster will be!"

Although there may be computers in the ruins of Liangfang Town, in this case, Su Mo shrugged his shoulders to resolve the topic.

Look at the ruins of everyone in the wasteland.

Only the remains of the black mist that appeared in the depression can return to another parallel world similar to the earth.

The fewer people know, the less chance the secret will be revealed.

Before he had enough strength, facing his own secret, even though Su Mo felt itchy, he was able to stop the desire to tell it out very well.

In the wasteland of the last days, everyone has secrets.

Sumo has it, Zhong Qingshu has it, and even the refugees who are farming in the fields below may have some "adventures" in them.

But right now, as time gets closer and closer to the afternoon, the second harvest is finally coming!

The first batch of spring wheat, except for the trade and the seeds used for the second time, all the remaining wheat has not yet been threshed, and it is placed on the edge of the field and piled up into a hill.

In the field, every four or five minutes, the wheat can be raised.

Especially the ones that were planted ahead of time. At this time, the harvester had already started to rumble. Dozens of people followed behind the harvester, looking at the wheat grains constantly flying out of the wind silo.

Even the unpleasant diesel smell in the civilized era was greedily sucked by these refugees through their nostrils.

"Brother Su, our second batch of wheat is ready to be harvested. This time, the average yield per mu is 1890 jin. What a bumper harvest!"

Holding the small notebook that was already wet with sweat, Chen Shen, who was visible to the naked eye by four or five degrees, rushed over happily.

Flipping through the data in the notebook, Chen Shen began to report the income of all the fields from the first mu of land.

Su Mo enjoyed listening to this extremely tedious part.

Especially when hearing that the yield per mu was as high as 2100 jin, even Zhong Qingshu would exclaim from time to time.

There is a priority in hearing the truth, and there is a specialization in the arts.

The skills of the older generation of farmers among the refugees are naturally much better than those of Su Mo, a half-baked man.

From seed selection, to sowing, to watering, and fertilization, the refinement of each step has created a high yield of up to 2,100 jin per mu.

For these people, Su Mo didn't think twice, and directly expressed his encouragement in action.

"All farmers in the field whose yield exceeds 2,000 catties per mu, I am the master, and I will directly reward them with 100 catties from my share"

Hearing Su Mo's words, Chen Shen also nodded heavily, with a very obvious reverence in his eyes!

Graceful and powerful.

Even if Chen Shen was thinking with his ass, he could still imagine what kind of state these people would be in after receiving Su Mo's 100-jin encouragement.

"By the way, remember to control everyone's food intake tonight, don't be hungry for a long time, feed them all at once, it's spoiled!"

Looking at a group of sallow-faced and emaciated refugees, looking at the dough grinder that has been carried out by everyone and connected to the generator, Su Mo reminded again.

At this point, the welfare disaster can already be considered a success.

In the next two days, you only need to take pictures slowly to maximize the results of the battle and gather enough food and supplies for several years at once.

After reassuringly exhorting a few other points of the review, Su Mo waved his hand, indicating that the reporting stage could be over.

However...

Chen Shen who was standing at the bottom didn't leave quickly and neatly as usual, instead he hesitated and faltered, as if he had something to say in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it.

Su Mo was taken aback by this strange appearance, but before Su Mo could speak, Zhong Qingshu spoke first.

"Hey, Chen Shen, why is God Su faltering when facing us!"

"You have done so many things these days, everyone is watching, so just tell me if you have anything to say!"

A well-intentioned relief.

At the same time, it also gave Chen Shen the courage to continue speaking.

Twisting the corner of his clothes, as if he had decided on something, Chen Shen, whose face was covered in black sweat, lifted himself up and stammered:

"Su...Brother Su, everyone wants to ask me to ask you...Can you go back a little later tonight?"

"The big guy has a heart that he wants to express. After so many days, everyone is very grateful for the help of Brother Su!"

"Don't take advantage of this opportunity. From yesterday to today, more than a hundred people came to me one by one and asked me to apply with you!"

He touched his head and mustered up his courage. Looking at Su Mo's scrutinizing eyes, Chen Shen gave up and spit out all the words in one breath.

Then, Chen Shen simply closed his eyes with an expression of resignation to death, waiting for Su Mo's trial.

Embarrassing!

Correct embarrassment!

Given a blank glance to Zhong Qingshu, who was forced to hold back a smile, and looked at Chen Shen, who had his eyes closed and clenched his teeth, Su Mo had no choice but to wave his hands:

"Okay! Hurry up and get busy, next time something like this happens, just talk about it!"

"Don't act like you're dying!"

For a good leader, sometimes it is not good to be too deified.

Of course, there are exceptions to this situation. For example, Western sects follow the belief stream, and this situation is very comfortable.

Relying on the non-existent gods, these people can quickly gather combat power, wrap themselves into the incarnation of "gods", and then lead the congregation below.

However, according to the current system structure of the Candlelight Refuge, if Su Motai is too deified and loses direct control over the subordinates, if the middle-level leaders make troubles, it is easy to lose the hearts of the people and betray relatives.

Sumo doesn't have a good way to deal with this situation for the time being. He can only wait until his sister comes back after picking up his sister. When he really wants to build a large refuge gathering place, he is trying to find a way to make reforms.

Give Chen Shen away, and Zhong Qingshu continued to patrol along the road according to his duties.

Moore is helping out in the fields, and Oreo doesn't know where to go to patrol and play.

On the ground, Su Mo was once again left as a "lonely man".

"I don't know what's going on with my sister, is she also planting with the tundra refuge..."

"It's hard to find a way to find relatives in thousands of miles!"

Concentrating on the idea, the friend panel automatically appeared, adding the profile picture of Su Chan in the friend, still flashing the green light symbolizing survival.

"Sometimes I hope the next disaster won't be a flood, and sometimes I hope it is!"

"Man, he is indeed a selfish and selfless animal!"

Looking at the fiery sight of the flour mill being hurriedly installed at the entrance of the village, Su Mo simply let go of the entanglement in his heart and walked over to help.

The working principle of the noodle grinding machine is not complicated. Firstly, under the traditional two inner and outer grinding heads, a circle of plugs with the same thickness as the height of the grinding teeth is added.

In this way, the powder particles that are not sufficiently crushed between the grinding teeth cannot pass through the plug, and the powder particles that pass through the plug are further ground.

And driven by electricity, a bag of wheat goes in, and it only takes a few tens of seconds to grind it.

Although it was the first time to use this thing, as the builders, the refugees hadn't built it for 20 to 30 minutes, but it was easy for Sumo to help put it up.

The generators in the Candlelight Shelter were purchased in the market after the harvest in the morning.

At this time, after the fuel is poured in and the electricity is connected, the noodle grinder starts to rotate rapidly.

Boom boom boom boom...

A sound like the beating of a drum spreads across the open land.

Not only did it startle the four women operating the operation, but it also attracted the attention of many refugees who were working hard in the field.

"Flour grinder, **** it, it's moving!"

"Wuhu, take off, I have noodles tonight!"

"I want to eat three bowls, no, I want to eat five bowls, I must have a full meal today"

Adults could still hold back the excitement in their hearts, but a few half-grown children cried out, and the atmosphere in the field was immediately heated up.

The person with the **** on the pillar and the flour mill in the front row can see that although he is working, his thoughts have already drifted to the distance.

Wow!

Wow!

A bag of wheat with bran is poured into the upper wheat hopper, and under the operation of the machine, it starts to peel and grind quickly.

A few seconds later, when the first wisp of white flour appeared in the collecting hopper, all the refugees who could see the flour, including the four women operating the machine, almost couldn't help crying with joy.

Picking up a handful of flour, encouraged by Su Mo's eyes, the young woman ran into the field while crying, yelling:

"We have flour, we have white flour!"

The woman's cry was not loud, and could only be heard by the nearest few people, but at this moment, when the people who heard it saw the white flour, the weak voice suddenly became "loud".

"We have flour!!!"

One person, five people, ten people, fifty people...

When all the refugees standing on the ground began to shout, the wind on this plain seemed to speed up a bit, cheering and encouraging these hard-working people!

He yelled for three to five minutes, and when everyone stopped and started to continue working, some one made a mouthful, and a new round of yelling followed.

"Long live Somo! Long live Candlelight Sanctuary!"

"The wasteland belongs to humans, and the wasteland belongs to God Su!"

"Follow God Su, the wasteland is not difficult to walk, follow God Su, the wasteland is full of vegetables!"

"Long live mankind! We want to conquer this land, we want to conquer this continent!"

"We want to go back to Earth!"

Just solved the problem of eating, and want to conquer the wasteland?

Every day is precarious, and you still want to return to the earth?

If there is a keyboard man, at this moment, the lovely refugees will be sprayed into a sieve.

But at this moment ~IndoMTL.com~ On this small continent of hope, under the wings of Somo that can "cover the sky", no one will criticize these refugees for their "Secondary Second", nor No one will ridicule these people for being "arrogant"!

From the field, to the outside of the field, to the village, as soon as the slogan calling for us to return to the earth sounded, they began to join together neatly.

At the moment when the harvest is about to be harvested, the sentence that we want to return to the earth has become the eternal pursuit in the hearts of the refugees!

Even Somo, who was standing at the entrance of the village and looking into the distance, couldn't help being touched by this atmosphere.

In his heart, in the bottom of his heart that only Su Mo could hear, a heavy but hopeful vow resounded silently.

"Yes!"

"This wasteland is not the home of mankind, and this sky is not the sky of the earth!"

"One generation, ten generations, as long as human beings are not extinct!"

"Our goal must be..."

"Back to Earth!"