My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely! Chapter 202: Crazy farming, 6-figure yield!
"Okay, okay, work is over, work is over, come back soon!"
The cleared Candlelight Plain has become "safe", but at night without electric lights, darkness still hangs over everyone's hearts, forming the most primitive fear of human beings.
I can't see it, the combat power is directly reduced by two-thirds, even if it encounters a weaker alien race, it is difficult to win.
Therefore, including candlelight shelters, most shelters close when the sun is about to set.
Plus the time wasted checking the tools and all, and returning to the shelter, just in time for the moment when the sun sets and darkness strikes.
After a while, under the thunderous voice of the battle director Qi Qin, everyone came back from the field one after another, found their own positions in the queue, and sat on the ground.
These people's faces are all dark, and their clothes are also covered with traces of sweat.
But after sitting on the ground, no one complained about how tiring the work was today. Instead, they happily shared with the people around them how much they had dug, how many crops they could plant, and how much they could eat. of.
As we talked, some people with farming experience would stand up and share their experience with everyone.
Simple Chinese people always have various methods to relieve the distress in their hearts when facing disasters.
Looking at these people, Su Mo, who had been standing under the sun for a day, also felt some comfort in his heart.
Overseeing is not an easy job.
Especially some refugees were basically white-collar workers in the city before they crossed over, or some clerks sitting in the office.
I don't know anything about this kind of rough work. Even with the advice of others, some incomprehensible dangers often occur.
For example...
As soon as I went down with a hoe, I almost hoeed my feet!
For another example, when holding a shovel to shovel the ground, the result is that the shovel is stuck in, and the strength is too weak to lift it up or pull it out.
There are even outrageous people who, using firewood to boil water, can set their eyebrows on fire when a gust of cross wind blows, scaring them all the way.
In such a situation, Su Mo was naturally obliged to help.
He was busy here and there all day long, even though he didn't do any farm work, but compared to fighting with Kobolds and Lions, this kind of painful and happy farming still made his whole body ache.
However, the benefits are still obvious.
After a day of contact, all the refugees, with Sumo's inadvertent help, were able to fully understand the "Sumo" Chen Shen said.
There is less "awe" from hearsay, and more "admiration" for the real strong heroes.
Of course, the most important thing is respect.
"Oh, you said that Su Mo is so much younger than me. I feel too alienated when I call God Su Mo, and I feel like I'm hurting people when I call him Big Brother Su Mo. Tell me, what should we call you?"
Sitting on the ground, a man with a simple complexion was chatting with the people next to him in a naive manner, and occasionally glanced at Sumo standing on the mountain with his small eyes.
"I'm also worried. Do you think that what Director Wu said in the morning can be achieved? Let Su Shen lead our refuge, and when the time comes..."
Before finishing speaking, the middle-aged woman smirked, as if joining the shelter led by Sumo was the greatest happiness in the Wasteland.
"In my opinion, this is also one of the tests given to us by Big Brother Su Mo. Whoever works well can join, and whoever is lazy will probably be kicked out if he is seen in the eyes. Whether it's for yourself, for living, or for... you know, everyone should work hard!"
"That's that"
"It is necessary, if anyone is lazy, I will be the first to dislike him!"
Amidst the noise, chatting about household chores and talking nonsense is also one of the few pastimes for the refugees in the wasteland.
Compared to the age of civilization, you are working hard, and he is also working hard. Every industry is crazy and introverted, it is difficult to make achievements, and there is no difference in mediocrity every day.
In the wasteland of the last days, as long as you are willing to work hard and give your energy, you will be able to see the harvest and your life will be better!
This kind of slow development from scratch makes every night's sleep extremely fulfilling.
Of course, at this moment, Su Mo was not idle either. After watching everyone assembled, counted and counted, he walked slowly to the center of the field.
Holding down with both hands, under the illumination of the headlights of the excavator, everyone ordered and prohibited, and the voice of gossiping quickly disappeared.
For a while, no one spoke, only the rustling sound of the wind blowing across the field and touching the branches of the plants remained on the plain of candlelight.
"Very good! Everyone is doing very well!"
"Standing here today, I have seen everyone's hard work, and everyone who wants to survive is working hard in this wasteland. I am very pleased that everyone has this awareness!"
"Here, I sincerely appeal to everyone to raise their hands, applaud themselves, applaud the team, and applaud tomorrow!"
After speaking, Su Mo took the lead and started clapping. All the refugees below were also excited, and there was a crackling sound.
Ten seconds later, as Su Mo pressed his hands down again, the applause stopped, and the planting team leader Pei Shao came up.
"Today is...the twenty-sixth day of the last month of the apocalyptic calendar, and it is also the second day of our planting and land reclamation. There are still three days before the disaster arrives!"
"Families, compatriots, all the people in the Candlelight Refuge, here, I want to report a gratifying statistic to you and Director Su"
"On the first day of land reclamation, a total of three mu of land was opened up in the Candlelight Refuge"
"But today, that is, the second day of land reclamation, we achieved yesterday's goal dozens of times!"
"Today our record is!!!"
"Seventy-three acres!"
Slowly spit out a number that shocked everyone, looked at the form with the data recorded in his hand, and listened to the cheers of the people below.
Pei Shao's eyes became sour, and tears began to fall patta pata.
"Seventy-three acres, if we can all plant crops and spring wheat, it will be 50,000 catties of grain!"
"According to the standard equipment, the 50,000 jin of grain alone is enough for us to eat for a whole year."
"As long as we can last until the grain is harvested, we won't have to worry about food for the next year!"
With sobs, he spat out the numbers on the paper, and after reporting today's record, Pei Shao retreated with Wu Feiguang's support.
The disaster lasted for three days.
Ordinary quality spring wheat is only enough for one round of planting, which is just about the same when the harvest time is counted.
If tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, according to today's efficiency, about 200 acres of land can be developed, including Sumo's dividends, the food left for these refugees can last for more than a year.
As the largest landowner, the amount of food that can be accumulated on so much land is given to one person, that number is simply unimaginable!
However, the biggest problem at present has been ignored by Pei Shao, the half-hearted leader of the farming team.
Seed!
How can we plant 200 acres of land without seeds!
The sowing amount of spring wheat is generally between 7-10 kilograms. According to the fertility of the land in the Candlelight Plain, the sowing amount must be fully increased to 10 kilograms in order to obtain the maximum benefit.
Based on the calculation of 20 catties per mu of land, 4,000 catties of seeds are needed for one sowing of 200 mu of land.
With so many seeds, even Sumo would not be able to gather such a huge number if he massacred two alien races with a scale of 1,000 people.
"Seeds must think of a way. They can't just look at these lands. This time the welfare disaster is wasted!"
With sorrow weighing on his heart, for the next encouragement session, Su Mo hastily took out the ten shovels prepared in the morning, and distributed them one by one according to the list in Chen Shen's report.
Of course, the ability to buy people's hearts in this link is extremely powerful. The eyes of the ten refugees who received the shovel have completely changed at this time, as if anyone who dares to say a bad word about Sumo dares to go up and fight!
Nodded his head, gave some instructions, and after watching the crowd gather and return to the Candlelight Refuge, Sumo stopped waiting, turned around and straddled the Vajra.
In the dark night, in the sky and the earth, a black and white shadow quickly struck, and leapt into the cockpit.
It is Oreo who hides aside during the day and is dedicated to his duty!
"Be hungry, good boy, I'll cook something delicious for you when I get home later!"
Apart from noon, when Oreo showed up on his own initiative and obediently took away a piece of pie, during the rest of the time, Oreo patrolled around the farmland, watching for possible dangers nearby.
A dog is always a man's best friend.
It is even more so in the wasteland of the last days!
Looking at Oreo's simple and honest smiling face, Su Mo, who was a little sad, also improved a lot.
Open the valve, push the handle, and King Kong slowly strokes back according to the way he came.
When the speed reached a limit value, a khaki light lit up on the track, and the speed increased by three times with the efficiency visible to the naked eye!
The first time is raw, the second time is cooked.
Driving a solid King Kong, the small obstacles along the way ~IndoMTL.com~ Somo ignored them and bumped into them, forcibly crushing them and rushing forward.
The powerful cross-country ability brought by the crawler track is not comparable to that of a small car. It ran all the way, and when it returned to the underground shelter, Su Mo was surprised to find that the time was more than ten minutes faster than when he came up in the morning.
"I really hope that the ruins of Zhong Qingshu will come tomorrow, otherwise... time will be too late!"
Parking the Vajra, and taking another look at the wasteland night sky with few moon stars, Sumo slowly entered the underground refuge with heavy steps.
The headlights come on and the kudoor goes down.
Unlike the pitiful torches that are rare in candlelight shelters, night and day are no different in underground shelters.
Brightness fills every corner.
After changing his armor and combat uniform, he put them in the garage to dry. After opening the stone door, Su Mo went straight to the breeding room.
Sure enough, in the culture medium, the three Chinese cabbages in the middle have entered their maturity stage!