My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely!

The latest website: June 16, eighth year of the last calendar year, at 5 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 for the whole day began to go out, preparing to forage for food and work at night.

Only, after last night's explosion.

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

This is a super-large territory in the forefront of the New World!

In the past, no one dared to come to Tianyuan territory to carry out an attack, it is estimated that they were clearly arranged by the Supervision Division before the plan was started.

But this time, not only did the Inspectorate make no public announcement, but all the guards also kept silent.

This kind of feeling even a little bit like the explosion never happened last night.

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

"That's right, the explosion looked fierce last night. In fact, it didn't hurt anything at all. I've listened to it...the above should be treated coldly."

"Cold treatment, no way, isn't this a slap in the face of the territory, can it be treated coldly?"

A few idle men with rice bowls squatted at the door of the restaurant, snorting and chatting while sucking the full-bodied noodles in their bowls.

The weather was hot, and the steam from the bowls steamed out, burning them all with stinky sweat.

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

Instead, a few more people gathered around and started chatting.

After a while, as there were more and more people, the topics of discussion began to gradually become presumptuous.

The restaurant owner was also afraid that these "key political kings" would cause trouble, so he had to stand up and walk into the crowd.

However.

After waiting for him to walk a few steps, the flanks of the crowd inserted two more people.

One of them looked strong, and his body was covered in pimples, while the other was snarky, and he opened his mouth and said:

"Hey, have you guys seen the new contract in Zizailiangfang?"

I just talked about why the lord of Tianyuan Territory disappeared for so long. After being interrupted, some people in the crowd immediately expressed their dissatisfaction.

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

"What new contract?!"

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

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

"That's right, if you really need to pick it up, it's not giving us money, just bend over and you'll get the money."

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

Several lazy people put down their bowls with expressions of disbelief.

But what he didn't expect was that the thief-eyed man still patted his chest and assured:

"Who is making fun of you, if you don't believe me, let's go and have a look!"

This time, I saw his sworn 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 they will go for nothing at most, and take a walk after dinner.

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

This kind of money-picking work, whoever runs fast, must be who!

Slow people can't even drink soup.

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"There are a lot of people who came to sign up. It is estimated that there are more than 3,000 people, and there are many who have defaulted from the Qiankun Grain Store."

"If we don't impose restrictions, we can take at least 5,000 more people tonight!"

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

This scene really surprised him.

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

But with the impact of this "explosion", which can be called a magical stroke, many people feel panic in their hearts, and how can they still think about working hard.

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

Not only can you easily make money, but you can also detect and avoid dangers in advance.

Even if the Qiankun Food Store on the opposite side bites the bullet and raises a point in the previous treatment, and continues to make profits, it cannot stop the surging flow of people from falling to Zizai Liangfang.

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

"Prepare the emergency plan, I need to wait for all our Liangfang employees 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, his slightly frowning brows slowly stretched out.

After picking up the two harvesters that Baoyu Heavy Industry had made, and personally urging and reviewing the harvesting results.

For this summer harvest, he already has a certainty.

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

But these two wasteland version harvesters.

The second type of agricultural energy stone engine it is equipped with can be called no solution.

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

Even the fragile Xinghuo No. 3 wheat will not be broken into pieces by the sharp knife head, and it will still ensure the integrity of the main body when it falls to the ground.

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

Three days, 24 hours a day, all-weather rotation, each machine can take away the burden of at least 7,000 acres of land.

Add to that the ordinary people who still choose to harvest with energy stone sickles.

Not to mention the 15,000 mu contracted by Zizai Liangfang, even if you count the 13,000 mu of Qiankun Grain Store, it's not too big of a problem.

"Unfortunately, the big head was still taken away by the territory, otherwise I would build more than a dozen of him."

"It's comfortable for me to take all of these hundreds of thousands of acres of land by myself." After sighing in his heart for a while, Soma put away his thoughts.

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

But after two years of vicious competition, less and less fields flowed out, and most of them returned to the territory.

Like this time, it was Sangtian Town's own harvesting factory that absorbed the majority of foreign workers.

They alone are estimated to have included no less than 100,000 people, not only engaged in wheat and rice harvesting. He is also responsible for the cultivation and picking of some vegetables, and the work is so busy that the Iron Man will be terrified.

"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." Su Mo waved his hand.

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

Leaving Soma alone, he returned to the laboratory and sat in front of the clean and tidy micro-operating platform.

He suddenly thought of those who were willing to earn a meager income in the official plantation, but were still reluctant to quit and join the private Liangfang.

Maybe they are the real sober.

Ordinary people are powerless to resist in the face of disasters, and can only rely on powerful territories.

Working in private Liangfang, they can at most get some seemingly generous income in a short period of time to meet the next life.

Can be seen over time.

Although official plantations have low wages, status is often used as a temptation to reward those who work hard.

And as long as you participate in the summer harvest for five consecutive years, you can achieve good results and you can directly join the territory as a planting worker.

Now, it is the fourth year of the Territory's Summer Harvest.

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

"Identity in wasteland is really a double-edged sword. Sometimes the harm outweighs the benefit, and sometimes the benefit outweighs the harm"

"It can't be said that they chose right or wrong, but time will tell."

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

After listening to Zhang Min's description of the hail disaster, he returned to Liangfang and sent someone to collect it temporarily.

It records the specific situation and evolution of each disaster from the time humans crossed into the wasteland.

Some people have collected these disasters, made their own analysis of the laws, and attached corresponding countermeasures to each disaster, so as to make money from sales.

Some people synthesize the earth-shattering deeds of these disasters and write heroic stories one after another, in order to satisfy the pursuit of hope by mankind.

Some people also selected those territories or individuals who performed well in each disaster, and summarized their disaster relief measures for dissemination, in order to get more people to join the plan, and improve the knowledge that every human being should know survival knowledge.

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

Making money is the result of these bestsellers, but what they preach has really helped a lot of people over the years.

After opening the first book "The History of Disaster in the Wasteland", Soma's mind slowly sank, and he began to read from the preface word by word.

The person who wrote the book, Zheng Shiguang, was originally a geographer by profession on Earth.

When he came to the wasteland, he was fortunate to use the knowledge he had learned and survived with difficulty in the early days.

Then, by chance, he joined the Dragon Flag Refuge, which is currently the most expensive for human beings.

This time, there is not much pressure on survival, and there is not such a shortage of materials.

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

From the first year, in the next eight years, he personally went to many places in the wasteland, and he also measured the new continent several times with his feet.

What is recorded in this historical record is what he has seen and heard in the past eight years, as well as various analyses of the disaster.

Scrolling down, Su Mo did not skip over the disasters he had experienced before, and still concentrated on seeing Zheng Shiguang's analysis of the previous disasters.

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

"Well, this Zheng Shiguang turned out to be a Su Chuan, no wonder so many people are willing to buy his books and listen to his stories."

On a whole page, it is clear that the hardships of the previous disasters to mankind should be recorded.

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

Just looking at this page, although I can't see the audience analysis, Su Mo can also think that it can attract most Su Chui, and he will definitely pay for it and collect it.

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

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

They are blizzards, storms, and big cooling.

The lethality of these three disasters is not strong, and the human army was in the deep sea at that time, and there was not much perception.

Zheng Shiguang only narrated a few strokes, and then took it all in one stroke.

But the next series of disasters, he used a full page to describe in detail.

"Mist?"

After scanning these two words, Soma frowned.

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

Unlike this time in winter, humans know its meaning at a glance.

The word mist looks very unfamiliar, and the specific description of the disaster is enough to make people puzzled.

'The Mist is the first long-lasting disaster to appear in the Wasteland'

'The disaster has three cycles in total, with durations of 36 days, 72 days, and 144 days'

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

‘Due to the reduction of the disaster range in the deep sea, all the values ​​are magnified tenfold, but it still affects the normal actions of human beings’

At the beginning, Zheng Shiguang made a concluding paragraph, which generally described the disaster in the second half of the first year.

In the next paragraph, he analyzes from specific aspects:

"The fog disaster is not a direct disaster of destruction, but a deliberate provocation of disputes between humans and aliens"

'According to later people's descriptions and various information collections, because of the existence of fog, the war between territories and territories in the New World has multiplied dozens of times out of thin air, and more and more frictions are also intensified along with the influence of fog on life. , Every day, those "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 is more worried about whether they will walk in the fog and hit a group of crazy predators. enemy'

'The heavy fog has caused most humans to suffer from severe rheumatic bone disease, which will bring unbearable pain every time it is overcast, which greatly affects the efficiency of work, and the continuous high humidity also makes Human buildings and previously preserved food have been corroded, greatly increasing the difficulty of survival'

'According to exact statistics, the respiratory diseases caused by fog have taken away nearly a quarter of the human population, up to 500 million people. In addition, it is difficult for humans to get in contact with sunlight for half a year, insufficient ultraviolet radiation, insufficient vitamin D production in the body, and the absorption of calcium is greatly reduced, resulting in most people’s bodies are more fragile, and it is more difficult to adapt to the sudden change of wasteland rhythm’

'The shrouded fog is undoubtedly a fatal threat to the growth of crops. Although there is a one-year repair period won by God Su, the game is still in the deep sea in order to limit the speed of human farming and let down the fog. Can accumulate abundant rations, and when they leave the deep sea to go to the New World, there are only 200 days of reserves per capita'

'In terms of transportation, fog completely isolates the medium and long-distance communication between humans and human territories in the New World, so that all human gathering places can only fight and develop independently; and in the deep sea, fog also greatly affects the sea. Risk, almost every day, there are ships lost on the route, disappearing into the vast sea with supplies.'

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For dozens of hazards, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com occupies most of the pages.

Although Zheng Shiguang had no intention of intimidating and creating anxiety, just reading the words he wrote made Sumo feel a chill in his back.

In terms of direct harm, the foggy weather that lasted for half a year is not comparable to the coming hail disaster that will last for three days.

But in terms of indirect hazards, hail can hardly catch up with the horses!

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

"It turns out! It's because of this **** fog effect!"

"Half a year of heavy fog and no sunlight, even if it is watered by nether energy water, it can't bear it!"

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