My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely!

"Okay, okay, I'm over, I'm over, I'll be back soon!"

The cleared candlelight plain has become "safe", but in the night without electric lights, darkness still shrouds everyone's hearts, forming the most primitive fear of mankind.

I can't see it, the combat power is directly reduced by two-thirds, even if it encounters a slightly weaker alien, it is difficult to win.

Therefore, including candlelight refuges, most of the refuges' closing hours are generally at the point where the sun is about to set.

Add in the time wasted to check the tools, and return to the refuge, 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 ground one after another, found their own position in the queue, and sat on the ground.

The faces of these people are all black, and their clothes also show signs of being wet with sweat.

But after sitting on the ground, no one complained about how tiring the work today was. Instead, he shared with people around him how much he had dug, how many crops he could grow, and how much food he could produce at that time.

Talking about it, some people with farming experience will stand up and share their experience with everyone.

In the face of disasters, the simple Chinese people will always have various methods to relieve the distress in their hearts.

Seeing these people, Sumo, who had been standing on the **** of the sun for a day, also found some comfort in his heart.

Supervision is not a simple job.

In particular, some refugees were basically small 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 someone next to me, some incomprehensible dangers can often occur.

for example...

Going down with a **** almost lost his feet!

For another example, holding a shovel to shovel the ground, the result is that the shovel is inserted in, and the force is too small to lift it up, or pull it out.

There are even outrageous people who use firewood to boil water when a cross wind blows, and they can light their eyebrows and frighten them all the way.

In this situation, Somo is naturally obliged to go up and help.

The whole day is busy here and there. Although there is no farm work, this painful and happy farming still makes no part of the body sore compared to fighting with kobolds and lions.

However, the benefits are still obvious.

After a day of contact, all the refugees, with all kinds of casual help from Somo, can be regarded as thoroughly aware of the "Sumo" in Chen Shen's mouth.

There is less "awe" from hearsay, and more "admiration" for truly strong heroes.

Of course, respect is the most.

"Oh, you said that Somo is so much younger than me. My name is Su Mo and I feel too alienated. When I am called Su Mo, I feel like I'm trying to break the Sha. You said, what is our name?"

Sitting on the ground, a simple-faced man was discussing with the people next to him in a naive manner. By the way, he glanced at Sumo standing on the mountain ridge with his small eyes.

"I am also worried, do you think that what Chief Wu said this morning can be done? Let God Su lead our refuge, when the time comes..."

Before finishing talking, the middle-aged woman smirked. It seemed that joining the refuge led by Somo was the greatest happiness in the wasteland.

"In my opinion, this time is also one of the tests given to us by Brother Suma. Whoever does a good job can join in. If anyone is lazy and is seen in the eyes, he may have to be kicked out, no matter it is for For yourself, to survive, or to... You know, everyone should work hard!"

"That's That Is"

"It must be, if anyone is lazy, I won't be the first to understand him!"

It is one of the few pastimes for refugees in the wasteland to chat about homely and talk nonsense in the noisy and noisy environment.

Compared with the civilized era, you are working hard, and he is working hard. Every industry is madly involuntary, it is difficult to make achievements, and every day is indifferent.

In the apocalyptic wasteland, as long as you are willing to work hard and give your physical strength, you can see the gains and your life can be better!

This kind of slow development from scratch makes every night's sleep become extremely fulfilling.

Of course, at this moment, Somo was not idle either. After watching everyone had gathered and reported the count, he walked slowly to the center of the venue.

With both hands pressed, under the shining of the headlights of the excavator, everyone ordered and prohibited, and the gossip quickly disappeared.

For a while, no one spoke, only the rustle of wind blowing across the field and touching the branches of plants on the candlelight plain.

"Very good! Everyone did a very good job!"

"Standing here today, I see the efforts made by everyone, the hard work of every talent who wants to live in this wasteland, I am very pleased that everyone has such a consciousness!"

"Here, I sincerely call on everyone to raise their hands, applaud themselves, applaud the team, applaud tomorrow!"

After speaking, Somo took the lead and started clapping and applauding, and all the refugees below became excited, and the crackling sound rang out.

Ten seconds later, as Somo pressed his hands down again, the applause stopped, and Pei Shao, the planting team leader on the side, walked up.

"Today is... January 26 of the last days calendar, and it is also the second day we plant and open up wasteland. There are still three days before the disaster!"

"Families, compatriots, all the people in the candlelight refuge, here, I want to report a gratifying data to everyone, to Director Su."

"On the first day of land reclamation, the Candlelight Refuge opened a total of three acres of land"

"But today, on the second day of land reclamation, we achieved yesterday's goal dozens of times!"

"Our record today is!!!"

"Seventy-three acres!"

Slowly spit out a number that shocked everyone, looked at the table with the data in his hand, and listened to the cheers of the people below.

Pei Shao's eyes were sour, and tears began to fall.

"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 catties of food alone is enough for us to eat for more than a year."

"As long as we can sustain the grain harvest, we won't have to worry about grain anymore in the next year!"

Choked to spit out the numbers on the paper, and after reporting today's record, with the help of Wu Feiguang on the side, Pei Shao retreated.

The disaster lasted for three days.

Normal quality spring wheat can only be planted for about one round, and the harvest time is almost the same.

If the day after tomorrow can still open up about 200 acres of land according to today's efficiency, including Somo's dividends, the food left for these refugees can still be eaten for more than a year.

As the biggest landlord, the food accumulated from so much land can be given to one person, that number is simply unimaginable!

However, the biggest problem at the moment is that Pei Shao, the half-skilled farming captain, has ignored it.

seed!

How can you plant 200 acres of land without seeds!

The sown amount of spring wheat is generally between 7-10 kg. According to the fertility of the land in the Candlelight Plain, the sown amount must be as full as 10 kg in order to obtain the maximum benefit.

Calculated on the basis of 20 catties per acre, 4,000 catties of seeds are needed for a single planting of 200 acres.

With so many kinds of seeds, even if it was Suma who killed two thousand-person alien races, it is estimated that he could not make up such a huge number.

"Seeds have to think of something, they can't look at these places, this time the welfare disaster is wasted!"

With sorrow weighing on his heart, for the next encouraging link, Sumo hastily took out the ten shovel prepared in the morning, and sent them one by one according to the list submitted by Chen Shenbao.

Of course, the ability to buy people's hearts in this link is extremely powerful. The ten refugees who received the shovel have completely changed their eyes at this time. It seems that anyone who dares to say something bad about Suma will dare to go up and go desperately!

Nodded, ordered a few times, and watched everyone gather to return to the Candlelight Refuge, Somo stopped waiting and turned to sit on the King Kong.

In the dark night, in the sky and earth, a black and white shadow swiftly struck, and leaped into the cockpit.

It is Oreo who hides aside in the daytime and keeps his duty loyal!

"Be hungry, be good, and I'll make some good food for you when I get home!"

Except at noon, Oreo appeared on his own initiative and cleverly took away a piece of pie. During the rest of the time, Oreo kept patrolling around the farmland, monitoring possible dangers nearby.

Dogs will always be man's best companions.

This is especially true when it comes to the wasteland of the end times!

Seeing Oreo's honest smiling face, Sumo, who was a little sad, also improved a lot.

Opening the valve and pushing the handle, King Kong slowly moved back and forth according to the path.

When the speed reached a limit value, a khaki-colored light lit up on the track, and the traveling speed was tripled with the efficiency visible to the naked eye!

One is raw and the other is cooked.

Driving the leathery King Kong, the small obstacles along the way~www.readwn.com~ Somo ignored it, and slammed into it, forcibly crushing and rushing forward.

The powerful off-road ability brought by the track is not comparable to that of a small car. He rushed all the way. After returning to the underground shelter, Su Mo was surprised to find that the time was more than ten minutes faster than when he came in the morning.

"I really hope that tomorrow Zhong Qingshu's ruins will come, otherwise...time is too late!"

After stopping the King Kong, once again glanced at the wasteland night sky with rare moon stars, dragging a heavy pace, Suma slowly entered the underground refuge.

The headlights came on and Kumen put down.

Unlike the poor torches in the candlelight refuge, the night in the underground refuge is no different from the day.

The light is in every corner.

After changing his armor and combat uniforms, they left them in the garage to dry, opened the stone door, and Sumo went straight to the breeding room.

Sure enough, in the culture medium, the three middle Chinese cabbage has entered its own maturity period!