My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely! Chapter 245: New Year’s Eve, the little thoughts of the refugees!

It is well known.

After a wave of madness erupts and releases all the impulsive desires in my heart, the inevitable result will definitely be long-term weakness!

Especially in this outbreak, the refugees in the Candlelight Refuge have to be considered, after starving for a month, their physical fitness is extremely poor.

Now, after ten minutes of wailing and howling slogans, most of the people sat on the ground exhausted on the spot, panting heavily.

The body is tired, it is really tired! But in my heart...

It is also cool to fly!

From top to bottom, even the newcomers to the shelter have a strong sense of belonging in their hearts at this time, and they can't complain.

Humans, as congregating animals, have very strange habits.

The combat power of a single human may be 1, and it may reach 5 when gathered.

But if the morale is stimulated, the combat power can increase at a rate that other animals cannot understand.

With a double or triple increase, it is possible for the individual combat power to directly rise to 15 or 20.

At this time, under the leadership of Moore, all the refugees shifted their attack "targets" to the land in front of them, and their efficiency rose to another level.

Tired? It doesn't matter, you can rest after mowing the land and get a good night's sleep.

Hungry? That's not a problem, everyone here tonight can have a full belly, and they will never go to bed hungry again.

With no worries about the future, everyone is thinking of dedicating their last sliver of energy to this land, in order to bless the harvest!

"Okay, okay, the flour is about to spill out, don't be moved, hurry up and finish everything that can be done tonight, and use these flour to make a full meal for everyone"

"Yes..."

"Understood!"

Looking at the four hard-working female workers who were wiping away tears while responding, Su Mo was also quite touched.

The freshly harvested wheat not only has a lot of moisture, but also has a low appearance rate and is wasted a lot.

At the same time, the powder it grinds is not tasty in terms of taste and quality.

Only wheat that has been dried in the sun can be ground.

Fortunately, the sun in the wasteland is extremely harsh, and the first batch of wheat and a small part of the second batch of wheat that have been drying for a day have already evaporated a lot of water.

At this time, although there will be a certain percentage of waste when using a flour mill to grind flour, this waste is completely worthless in front of the base.

Even after waiting for half a day in the sun tomorrow, the first batch and the second batch will be completely dry. By then, the powder yield will be higher and the taste will be more delicious. By the way, it can also be used for the subsequent planting batches. Give enough time.

Once on Earth, it was the older generation of scientists like Mr. Yuan who worked hard and worked hard in the fields to research various disaster-resistant and high-yielding varieties.

Solved the problem of eating for most people all over the world in one fell swoop!

Famine no longer exists in their hands.

This kind of epic achievement, on the faces of the refugees in the wasteland today, Su Mo can also feel more clearly how important it is to solve the problem of food.

"Fortunately, this time I accidentally hit and caused a welfare disaster. Otherwise, after the flood passed, there might not even be 10 million people who could survive!"

Patting the floating ash on the combat uniform, after checking twice to confirm that there was no problem with the machine, Su Mo walked slowly to the end of the field and started the last wave of inspection and patrol before dark.

A busy day, time flies, from the morning to the present, the sunset in the sky has also completed its task for today, and it is time to "go home".

Beside the planned two-hundred-odd acres of land, there are also some mutant creatures who are already hungry and red-eyed, and want to attack them while it is dark.

For this kind of inconspicuous thing, pull out the rifle in the storage space and adjust it to single shot. With just a few bullets, there will be "food" on the ground for everyone to eat at night.

The booming gunshots did not distract the people in the field at all.

On the contrary, it is this kind of sound, which makes people feel more at ease in the sky that is about to darken here.

"The explosion rate of mutated creatures is getting lower and lower nowadays. None of these three mutated creatures can burst out of treasure chests."

Two ugly coyotes with a high appearance rate, plus a half-sized snow leopard, failed to burst out of the treasure chest.

This also proves from the side that in the middle and late stages, it is simply unrealistic for human beings to rely on treasure chests to survive.

The only way to open up a homeland step by step and revive technology is the main theme of the wasteland.

With the lessons learned from "our own people", plus Su Mo's undisguised contempt and strong strength.

In the darkness far away, some people who were still spying on the mutated creatures felt that this was a forbidden area, so they could only slip away with their tails between their legs.

In the field below, according to the plan, under the strong power of the harvester, all the wheat planted in the second round was harvested and returned to the warehouse, waiting to dry tomorrow.

At this moment, most of the people were exhausted. Except for the two rotary cultivators and the noodle grinder at the gate of the village which were still working, everyone else had returned to the village, waiting for dinner Finally, get a good night's sleep, and continue to cheer up and fight again the next day.

However, this is what the plan says, but there are still many people of the older generation who can endure hardships, still lying on the ground while others go back to rest, and busy spreading the fertilizers that they had prepared before, so as to To increase the fertility of the land in this area.

For normal land, according to the current violent planting method, it is basically impossible to plant a stubble after sowing.

But welfare disasters are stronger here, even if your land is a desert, a place where barren grass does not grow.

As long as you can ensure that the crops need sufficient water to grow, according to the grade, you can harvest the crops when the time is up.

As for the yield, there are naturally upper and lower limits. Judging from the lower limit of the current high-yield high-yield seeds, the minimum is 1400 jin.

It is completely enough for large-scale planting and harvesting in some places on the wasteland that are much barren than the Hope Plain.

Moreover, with the addition of welfare disasters, the land absorbs chemical fertilizers at an alarmingly fast rate.

As long as there is sufficient fertilizer, the fertility of the land can quickly return to its prime, and an excellent harvest can still be obtained in the next round of planting.

"Hey, Moore, why are you doing nothing but disappearing!"

Encouraging a few refugees who were working in the field, after measuring a circle of the field with their legs, seeing Oreo running over begging for food, thinking about Moore who had worked all day, Sue Moore suddenly became curious.

As usual, after working for a day, Moore can't wait to eat seven or eight bowls of oil-splashed noodles in one meal, to be satisfied.

After eating this morning, now, Moore has lost the bear shadow, and he doesn't know where he went to fool around.

"Good guy, Moore didn't go back to the shelter to eat, drink and rest with others!"

Thinking of Moore who was shoulder to shoulder with the refugees before, Su Mo suddenly felt a headache.

Oreo on the side also instantly understood Su Mo's meaning. He barked twice and nodded, indicating that the smell of Moore is in the village.

"I'm so unsuspecting towards others, I'm too relaxed, no, I must educate Moore well this time when I go back"

Looking around, the refugees who fertilized before all left, Su Mo simply walked away and walked into the village.

The people in the Candlelight Refuge are okay, they are basically acquaintances, if this is another refuge, Moore rushes in, isn't this a warm door-to-door for food, and went to give others extra meals!

With an educational mind in mind, as soon as he arrived at the entrance of the village, Su Mo put on a straight face and withdrew his smile, returning to his usual cold appearance.

But it's strange to say that the soldiers who used to be on duty at the entrance of the village are also missing today, and they don't know where they went.

"When the food is harvested, the discipline is completely gone. In the future, we still have to find a professional instructor to train!"

Slightly disappointed, Sumo shook his head, and walked into the entrance of the village.

After walking along the one-way street about five or six meters long, relying on strong hearing, the sound of human breathing and the sound of crowds gathering together began to become more sparse.

Although these sounds were much weaker than usual, as if someone was trying to cover them up, some noises still came to Somo's ears.

No matter how long the one-way street is, it will have an end.

After turning a corner and walking out of the one-way street, the eyes suddenly opened up.

But at the same time, the scene in front of him completely stunned Su Mo who was already prepared.

On the square that was usually used for gatherings in the village, the refugees who had previously "lied" to go to rest, but now there was no one left, and they all stood here, forming a large fan-shaped circle.

In the sunken square, although the faces of these refugees were all dark, they could not conceal their burning and expectant eyes.

Moore, who ran to fool around, stood at the front of the crowd, with a face of 4 points of embarrassment and 6 points of expectation on his face.

Even Oreo, who was next to him, laughed and ran to the side of Zhong Qingshu's feet to lie down, giving the home court to the focus of the crowd at this time...

Soma!

In front of all the refugees was the management of Candlelight Shelter, led by Chen Shen, seven or eight people stood together.

These people wiped off all the dirt on their faces and hands, and put on a new set of clothes.

Seeing Su Mo stunned, all the refugees headed by Chen Shen lowered their bodies in unison and made a 90-degree bow.

Wow!

As if they had practiced countless times, the whole set of movements, except for Moore, kept the speed as consistent as possible!

As Chen Shen bowed ~IndoMTL.com~ the tray on his hands also lowered down, enough for Sumo to see what was on it.

On the maroon tray, there is a large bowl as white as jade.

In the big bowl, there is a blue-red soup, which looks tempting and delicious, exuding a hot and sour taste.

The tray looked like it was made by hand, and it was not flat. With Chen Shen's hands shaking when he bent down, the soup inside also rose and fell from time to time, revealing the things underneath.

"Brother Su, today is our Chinese New Year's Eve, everyone gathered supplies, but couldn't find anything good to buy for you in the market"

"This bowl of dumplings is everyone's wish, please don't dislike it, Brother Su!"

Staring at the hundreds of sincere refugees below, look at the moon in the sky.

Chen Shen's words made Su Mo feel like a world away from the bottom of his heart.

Today?

So it's already New Year's Eve?