My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely! Chapter 728: The law of disasters, the terrifying fog!

  Chapter 731 The law of disasters, terrifying fog!

  Last calendar June 16, eight years, at five o'clock in the evening.

  A few large clouds floated in the afterglow of the setting sun, reflecting like fire.

  Many migrant workers who had rested throughout the day began to go out, preparing for food and work at night.

  Just, after last night's explosion.

  Although everyone can still maintain a smile on their faces, they are a little panicked in their hearts.

  This is the top super-large territory in the New World!

  In the past, where anyone dared to come to Tianyuan Territory to carry out an attack, it was probably made clear by the Supervision Department before the plan was started.

  But this time, not only did the Supervision Department not make any public announcements, but all the guards also kept silent.

  This feeling even a little bit like the explosion last night did not happen at all.

  "It doesn't matter, anyway, we will leave after the summer harvest. If other people want to engage in the Tianyuan Territory, it has nothing to do with us."

  "That's right, the explosion last night looked fierce, but in fact, it didn't hurt anything at all. I'm listening. The higher ups will deal with it coldly"

  "Cold treatment, no way, isn't this slapping the territory's face, can it be cold treatment?"

  A few idlers with rice bowls were squatting at the door of the restaurant, chatting while sucking the full noodles in the bowls.

  The weather is hot, and the heat in the bowl is evaporating, and they are covered with stinky sweat.

  But this roadside restaurant is full of old men, and no one cares.

  Instead, several people gathered around and started chatting.

  After a while, as the number of people increased, the topics of discussion began to gradually become presumptuous.

  The owner of the restaurant was also afraid that these "key kings" would cause trouble, so he stood up and walked into the crowd.

  However.

  After he took a few steps, two more people entered from the flanks of the crowd.

  One of them looked strong and full of lumps, while the other had wicked eyebrows and eyes, and opened his mouth to come:

  "Hey, have you guys gone to see the new contract in Zizai Liangfang?"

  Just now talking about why the lord of Tianyuan Territory disappeared for so long, after being interrupted, some people in the crowd immediately expressed displeasure.

  But when they heard the words Zizai Liangfang and the new contract, everyone's attention was attracted again.

  "What new contract?!!"

  "Just the new contract that doesn't require harvesting, but only needs to pick up wheat in the field. The workload is not a little bit less, but we can still get half of it?"

  "Half? Just need to pick it up? Are you kidding me?"

  "That is, if you really need to pick it up, it's not giving us money, you can get it by bending over"

  "You kid, don't spread rumors and let Zizai Liangfang know, otherwise you won't even know who you smoke."

   Several lazy men put down their bowls with disbelieving expressions.

  What he didn't expect was that the man with the eyebrows and mouse eyes still patted his chest and assured him:

   "Who is teasing you, if you don't believe me, let's go and see!"

  Now, I saw his swearing appearance.

  Everyone couldn't help but stop talking, all got up one after another, and left quickly under the surprised eyes of the shop owner.

  If this news is false, then at most they would have made the trip in vain, and it should be a walk after dinner.

  But if the news is true, then there is nothing to say.

  Whoever runs fast in this kind of money-picking job must belong to him!

   Slow people can't even drink soup.

  "There are a lot of people who signed up, and the preliminary estimate is that there are more than 3,000 people, and many of them are from Qiankun Grain Bank who broke the contract."

  "If we don't set a limit, we will be able to accept at least 5,000 more people tonight!"

  Standing in front of the shop, looking at the long queue with no end in sight, Sun Quan hurriedly reported.

  This scene is so true that he did not expect it.

  Before, the best estimate by everyone was only 5,000 people.

  However, with the impact of this "explosion", which can be called a stroke of genius, many people are panicked, and they don't want to work hard.

  In this way, it only requires the work of picking up wheat, and it becomes a sweet pastry.

  Not only can you make money easily, but you can also detect and avoid danger in advance when it comes.

  Even if the Qiankun Food Company on the opposite side bites the bullet and increases the previous treatment by one point and continues to give up profits, it can't stop the turbulent flow of people from going to Zizai Liangfang.

  "Don't worry, there will be more after tonight"

  "Prepare the emergency plan, I need to wait for all our employees in Liangfang to receive the news in time"

  "Also, tonight's harvest must start on time, even if you can't organize everyone to go, you must move!"

  After listening to Sun Quan's report, Su Mo nodded frequently, and his frown slowly relaxed.

  Received the two harvesters already made by Baoyu Heavy Industry, and personally went to the ground to supervise and inspect the harvesting results.

  For this summer harvest, he is already sure.

  Under full power, the small and medium-sized harvesters on the earth can only harvest at an efficiency of ten acres per hour, and they need to stop every four hours to cool down the engine.

  But these two wasteland version harvesters.

  Just the type II agricultural energy stone engine it carries is incomprehensible.

  This engine not only does not need to rest, but also reduces the energy consumption burden of the engine during continuous work, and continuously provides sufficient energy to all parts of the harvester.

   And the buffer alloy, the effect of using it is also amazing.

  Even the fragile Xinghuo No. 3 wheat will not be smashed into pieces by the sharp knife head, and the main body can still be kept intact when it falls to the ground.

  According to the results of the first use, this harvester can harvest at least a hundred acres of land per hour, which is about the size of six or seven football fields.

  Three days, 24 hours a day, round the clock, each machine can take away the burden of at least 7,000 acres of land.

  Adding those ordinary people who still choose to harvest with the power stone sickle.

  Not to mention the 15,000 mu contracted by Zizai Liangfang, even including the 13,000 mu contracted by Qiankun Grain, it is not a big problem.

  "It's a pity that the big head was taken away by the territory, otherwise I will build more than a dozen of him"

   "Wouldn't it be comfortable for me to collect all these hundreds of thousands of acres of land?" Su Mo sighed for a while, and put away his thoughts.

  In the past, when there were many private good farms, the contracted fields could reach 60,000 to 70,000 mu at most.

  However, after vicious competition in the past two years, fewer and fewer fields have been lost, and most of them have returned to the territory.

  Like this time, it is Sangtian Town's own harvesting factory that absorbs most of the migrant workers.

  Just them, it is estimated that no less than 100,000 people have entered, not only engaged in wheat and rice harvesting. He is also responsible for the cultivation and picking of some vegetables, so busy that even the Iron Man would feel dreadful.

  "Okay, don't watch them sign up here, go back and rest"

   "For the next three days, forget it, you will know after the evening." Somo waved his hand.

   "Okay, I'll go to sleep too." The two entered the inner hall together, and then separated.

  Leaving Su Mo alone, he returned to the laboratory and sat in front of the clean and tidy micro-operation platform.

  He suddenly thought of those who are willing to take a meager income in the official plantation, but still unwilling to quit and join a private good farm.

  Maybe they are truly sober.

  Ordinary people are powerless to resist in the face of disasters. The only thing they can rely on is a powerful territory.

  Working in private good workshops, they can at most get some seemingly lucrative income in a short period of time to meet their next life.

  You can look at it over time.

  Although the official plantation has low wages, it often uses status as a temptation to reward those who work hard.

  And as long as they have participated in the summer harvest for five consecutive years and achieved good results, they can directly join the territory as a plantation worker.

  Now, it is the fourth year that the territory's summer harvest has started.

   Persevere until next year, maybe someone can join the territory in this way, stop being a precarious prodigal son, and completely own a home.

  "Identity is indeed a double-edged sword in the wasteland. Sometimes the disadvantages outweigh the advantages, and sometimes the advantages outweigh the disadvantages"

  “It cannot be said that they chose the right or wrong, it will take time to prove”

  Sweeping away these messy thoughts, Su Mo raised his hand and took out a few neatly printed books from the desk pocket.

  He sent someone to collect it temporarily after he returned to Liangfang after listening to Zhang Min's account of the hail disaster.

  It records the specific situation and evolution of each disaster since human beings traveled to the wasteland.

  Someone collected these disasters, made their own regular analysis, and attached corresponding countermeasures to each disaster, so as to sell and make money.

  Some people synthesized the earth-moving deeds in these disasters and wrote heroic stories one after another, so as to satisfy mankind's pursuit of hope.

  There are also people who have selected those territories or individuals who performed well in each disaster, summarized their disaster relief measures and spread them, in order to get more people to join this plan and perfect every human being. Survival knowledge that everyone should know.

  The original intention is different, and the purpose is also different.

  Making money is the result of these few best-selling books, but what they preach has really helped many people over the years.

  Opening the first "Historical Records of Disasters in the Wasteland", Su Mo's mind slowly sank, and he began to read from the preface word by word.

  The person who wrote this book, named Zheng Shiguang, was originally a geographer on Earth.

  When he came to the wasteland, he was lucky to use the knowledge he had learned to survive in the early stage.

   Then by chance, he joined the Dragon Banner Refuge, which is currently the most expensive human being.

  Now, there is not too much pressure on survival, and the shortage of supplies is not so great.

  Zheng Shiguang devoted himself to the study of disasters from the very beginning, trying to find the law.

  From the first year, during the next eight years, he personally visited many places in the wasteland, and he measured the New World several times with his feet.

  This historical record records what he has seen and heard in the past eight years, as well as various analyzes of the disaster.

  Scrolling down, Su Mo didn't skip the previous disasters he had experienced, but still concentrated on reading Zheng Shiguang's analysis of the previous disasters.

  But after taking a few glances, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

   "Hey, this Zheng Shiguang is also a Su Chuan, no wonder so many people are willing to buy his books and listen to his stories"

  On the whole page, it should clearly record the difficult situation of human beings in the previous disasters.

  But Zheng Shiguang is different. He writes about the impact of the human Su God on the disaster, and brags about the great deeds of the human Su God.

  Looking at this page, even though you can't see the audience analysis, Su Mo can also think that he can attract most Su Chuan, and he will definitely pay for it without thinking and collect it.

  continued to watch patiently for a while, and finally saw that when the winter disaster of the first year came, Somo regained his spirit.

  The winter disaster described in the book is the same as the real wasteland.

   are blizzard, storm, and big drop in temperature respectively.

   These three kinds of disasters are not very lethal, and the large human forces were in the deep sea at that time, so they didn't have much perception.

  Zheng Shiguang only mentioned a few words, and then he mentioned them in one stroke.

  But for the next series of disasters, he spent a full page describing them in detail.

  "Fog?"

  Sweeping these two words, Su Mo frowned.

  According to Zheng Shiguang, when the last storm is over, the game immediately notifies the theme of the next series of disasters.

  Unlike Winter this time, humans can know its meaning at a glance.

The word   fog looks very strange, and the specific description of the disaster is enough to make people confused.

  ‘The fog is the first long-term continuous disaster in the wasteland’

  'The disaster has three cycles in total, and the duration is 36 days, 72 days, and 144 days'

  'On the New World, the visibility of the fog corresponding to 36 days is two meters, 72 days is three meters, and 144 days is the most, but it is only five meters'

  ‘Because of the reduction of disasters in the deep sea, all the values ​​​​are magnified by ten times, but it still affects normal human actions’

  At the beginning, Zheng Shiguang’s concluding remarks generally describe the disaster in the second half of the first year clearly.

  Continuing to the next paragraph, he analyzed it from specific aspects:

  'The fog disaster is not a direct destruction disaster, but a deliberate provocation of disputes between humans and alien races'

  'According to later reports and various information collections, due to the existence of fog, the war between territories on the New World has multiplied dozens of times out of thin air, and more and more frictions are also accompanied by the impact of fog on life. Every day, those established "territories" that are difficult to move have to worry about whether a group of crazy predators will rush out of the fog, and the lone wolf has to worry about whether they will walk in the fog and hit them. A group of crazy enemies'

  'The thick fog caused most human beings to suffer from severe rheumatism and bone disease. Whenever it was overcast, it would bring unbearable pain, which greatly affected the efficiency of work, and the continuous high humidity , also corroded human buildings and previously preserved food, greatly increasing the difficulty of survival'

  ‘According to accurate statistics, the respiratory diseases caused by fog have completely harvested nearly a quarter of the human population, up to 500 million people. In addition, as long as half a year, it is difficult for human beings to be exposed to sunlight, insufficient ultraviolet radiation, and insufficient vitamin D production in the body to greatly reduce the absorption of calcium, which makes most people's bodies more fragile and more difficult to adapt to the wasteland rhythm of sudden changes in the situation'

  'The shroud of fog is undoubtedly a fatal threat to the growth of crops. Although there is a one-year recuperation period won by God Su, the game still puts down the fog in order to limit the speed of human farming, which still leads to being in the deep sea. People have not been able to accumulate sufficient rations~IndoMTL.com~ until they leave the deep sea to go to the New World, the average person has only 200 days of reserves'

  ' In terms of transportation, the fog completely cuts off the medium and long-distance communication between humans and human territories in the New World, so that all human settlements can only fight and develop independently; and in the deep sea, the fog also greatly affects The risk of going out to sea, almost every day, there are ships that get lost on the route and disappear into the vast sea with their supplies'

  ''

  Dozens of hazards occupy most of the space.

  Although Zheng Shiguang had no intention of intimidating and creating anxiety, just reading these words he wrote, Su Mo felt a chill down his back from the bottom of his heart.

  In terms of direct harm, the half-year-long foggy weather is nothing compared to the upcoming hail disaster that will last for three full days.

  As far as the indirect harm is concerned, the hail can't catch up with the slightest flattery!

  "Grass, no wonder I didn't see those magical plants I planted before in the territory"

   "It turns out! It's because of the **** fog!"

  "Half a year of heavy fog, without sunlight, even if it is watered with psionic water, it can't hold it!"

  (end of this chapter)