Doomsday Sanctuary

Di Ping has gradually adapted to the position of the city lord. Before the war, the mobilization rules were clear, the tasks were arranged in detail, and all the departments moved after the meeting.

They didn't doubt that what Di Ping said was true or false. Since the city owner said that mutant animals siege the city, there will definitely be one. The entire base is like a machine that operates quickly with the cooperation of various departments.

At this time, Di Ping, who had assigned the task, was idle. He went around in the base and found that there was no chaos as he imagined. The masses were emotionally stable, and they were working steadily under the arrangement of the department. Respective things.

The city guards and the people from the Construction Department are transporting various war preparation materials to the city, and the crowd is also mixed with many ordinary people who are also helping. The scene is so lively, but it does not have the tension and pessimism of the pre-war atmosphere. Now, everyone smiled and screamed that it was the same as usual, except that the movements were faster and the running was more joyous.

"the host!"

When Di Ping moved to the manor, he suddenly stopped because he saw that the ten acres of land that had been cultivated in front of the manor were already full of yellow fruits. At this time, many people were standing beside these acres. Delin was also among them. He saw Di Ping come and greeted him with respectful salute.

"What are you doing?"

Di Ping asked suspiciously.

"Master, two acres of Lingzhi have matured and we are preparing to harvest. We wanted to report to the master after the harvest was over!"

Delin replied respectfully.

"Mature, go and have a look!"

Di Ping immediately became excited and walked towards the crowd. Spirit rice is the main source of food for the base in the future. Now the harvest outside is getting less and less. Once the food in the city is exhausted, what will humans eat?

It is to rely on this spiritual plant. The yield per mu is more than 10,000 jin, and it is ripened in a month. The yield of more than ten acres is 100,000 jin in a month. The yield is quite amazing. As long as it is used properly, it will be enough for the consumption of the base.

"The City Lord.... The City Lord!"

Seeing Di Ping's arrival, the farmers who were waiting for the harvest with their tools greeted Di Ping excitedly one by one, and Di Ping nodded and smiled back.

"Is there a million catties in this mu?"

Standing in front of the field, Di Ping looked at the alien spirit plant that was as tall as the same person, and the long ears of rice were heavy. He couldn't suppress the joy in his heart and asked Delin.

"Yes, master, it should be almost the same, you will know after harvesting!"

Delin looked at Ling Zhidao in the field with a confident face.

"That's OK, let's do it!"

Di Ping looked at Lingzhi in the field eagerly, and couldn't wait to know the result.

"It's the master!"

Delin nodded and walked to the front of the crowd, raising the sickle in his hand and shouting: "The harvest begins!"

Then a dozen people quickly rushed into the field and began to harvest, one by one, they moved skillfully, waving their sickles, and one by one tall Lingzhi fell down.

Standing on the edge of the field, Di Ping suddenly remembered how he was harvesting crops at home when he was a child. What a happy time was that when he worked with his parents?

Thinking of this, he suddenly thought of his parents who were unable to fall, and a trace of sadness appeared in his eyes.

"Come and use it for me!"

After a long silence, Di Ping wiped the crystal clear from his eyes, jumped into the field, asked a farmer for his sickle, and started to harvest.

He wanted to reminisce about the past feelings, find the memories of the past, and those happy times working with his parents.

The farmer who was snatched by Di Ping's sickle was left standing in a mess in the wind, not knowing what to do!