My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely!

"Okay, okay, it's done, it's done, come back soon!"

After cleaning up, the Candlelight Plain has become "safe", but at night without electric lights, darkness still shrouds everyone's hearts, forming the most primitive fear of mankind. Google search reading

Unseen, the combat effectiveness was directly reduced by two-thirds, and even if they encountered a weaker alien race, it would be difficult to win.

Therefore, the closing time of most shelters, including candlelight shelters, is generally when the sun is about to set.

In addition to the time wasted after checking the tools and other things, I returned to the shelter just in time to catch the sun setting and darkness coming.

After a while, under the thunderous voice of combat supervisor Qi Qin, everyone walked back from the ground one after another, found their place in the queue, and sat on the ground.

All of these people's faces were covered in black soil, and their clothes had large areas of stains wet with sweat.

But after sitting on the ground, no one complained about how tiring the work today was. Instead, they happily shared with the people around them how much they had dug, how many crops they could plant, and how much food they could produce by then.

While talking, some people with farm work experience would stand up and share their experiences with everyone.

Simple Chinese people always find various ways to relieve their depression when facing disasters.

Looking at these people, Sumo, who had been standing under the sun for a day, also felt some comfort in his heart.

Supervising work is not an easy job.

In particular, some refugees were basically white-collar workers in the city before they crossed over, or they were clerks sitting in offices.

I don't know anything about this kind of menial work. Even with the guidance of others, some incomprehensible dangers often occur.

for example

When I put the hoe down, I almost lost my foot!

Another example is when you shovel the ground with a shovel, but the shovel is inserted into the ground, but the force is too weak to lift it up or pull it out.

There are even outrageous people who use firewood to boil water, and when a gust of wind blows, their eyebrows will be raised, and they will run around in fear.

In this situation, Sumo naturally stepped forward to help.

He was busy here and there all day long. Although he did not do farm work, compared to fighting with kobolds and lions, this kind of painful and joyful farming still made every part of his body sore.

However, the benefits are still obvious.

After a day of contact, all the refugees, with various inadvertent help from Somo, finally understood the "Suma" in Chen Shen's mouth.

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

Of course, the most important thing is respect.

"Oh, you said that Su Mo is so much younger than me. Calling me Su Shen feels too alienating, and calling me brother Su Mo feels like I am trying to offend others. What do you think we should call us?"

Sitting on the ground, a man with a simple face was discussing with the people next to him in an innocent manner, and occasionally glanced at Somo who was standing on the mountain ridge.

"I'm worried too. Do you think what Director Wu said this morning can be accomplished? Let Su Shen come and lead our shelter. When the time comes,"

Before she finished speaking, the middle-aged woman giggled. It seemed that joining the shelter led by Somo was the greatest happiness in the wasteland.

"In my opinion, this time is also one of the tests that Brother Sumo gives us. Whoever works well can join. If anyone is lazy and is noticed, he may be kicked out, no matter for what reason. In order to survive, or for you to understand, everyone must work hard!"

"That's that that's"

"It's necessary. If anyone is lazy, I'll be the first to look down on him!"

Amidst the noise, chatting about household matters and talking nonsense are also one of the few pastimes for the refugees in the wasteland.

Compared with the civilized era, when you are working hard, he is also working hard. Every industry is being crazily involved, and it is difficult to achieve results. Every day is different.

In the post-apocalyptic wasteland, as long as you are willing to work hard and put in your own physical strength, you will see gains and your life will get better!

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

Of course, at this moment, Sumo was not idle either. After watching everyone gather and report and count, he slowly came to the center of the field.

Pressing down with both hands, under the illumination of the excavator's headlights, everyone ordered and prohibited, and the voices of gossip quickly disappeared.

For a moment, no one spoke, and the only sound left on the candlelit plain was the rustle of the wind blowing across the fields and touching the branches of the plants.

"Great! Well done to everyone!"

"Standing here today, I see the efforts made by everyone and the hard work of everyone who wants to survive in this apocalyptic wasteland. I am very happy that everyone has this awareness!"

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

After saying that, Sumo took the lead and started clapping. The refugees below also became excited, and crackling sounds could be heard.

Ten seconds later, as Somo pressed down with his hands again, the applause stopped, and the planting captain Pei Shao walked up.

"Today is the 26th of January in the Doomsday Calendar, and it is also the second day of our planting and clearing up wasteland. There are still three days left before the disaster strikes!"

"Family members, compatriots, all the people in the Candlelight Shelter, here, I want to report some gratifying data to you, Director Su."

“On the first day of land reclamation, Candlelight Shelter opened up a total of three acres of land.”

“But today, the second day of land reclamation, we accomplished 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 recording the data in his hand, and listened to the cheers of the people below.

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

"Seventy-three acres, if we can all plant crops and spring wheat, that will be 50,000 kilograms of grain!"

"According to the standard equipment, these 50,000 kilograms of grain alone will be enough for us to eat for more than a whole year."

"As long as we can survive until the food harvest, we won't have to worry about food in the next year!"

Choking, he spit out the numbers on the paper, and after reporting today's results, Pei Shao retreated with the support of Wu Feiguang.

The disaster lasted three days.

Ordinary quality spring wheat is only enough for about one round of planting. Counting the harvest time, it is just about the same.

If tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, according to today's efficiency, about two hundred acres of land can be opened, including Somo's dividends, the food left for these refugees will be enough for more than a year.

As the largest landowner, the food accumulated from so much land can be given to one person. That number is simply unimaginable!

However, the biggest problem currently has been ignored by Pei Shao, the half-hearted farming captain.

seed!

How can we plant 200 acres of land without seeds!

The sowing rate of spring wheat is generally between 7-10 kilograms. According to the fertility of the land in Candlelight Plain, the sowing rate must be 10 kilograms to obtain the maximum benefit.

Based on the calculation of 20 kilograms per acre of land, 4,000 kilograms of seeds are needed to sow 200 acres of land at one time.

With so many seeds, even if Sumo slaughtered two thousand aliens, he probably wouldn't be able to assemble such a huge number.

"The seeds must find some way. We can't just leave these fields alone. This welfare disaster will be wasted!"

With sorrow weighing on his heart, Somo hastily took out the ten shovels prepared in the morning and handed them out one by one according to the list of Chen's review report for the next encouragement session.

Of course, the ability to win people's hearts at this stage is extremely powerful. The eyes of the ten refugees who received the shovels had completely changed at this time. It seemed that anyone who dared to say a bad word about Sumo would dare to go up and fight to the death!

Nodding, giving a few instructions, and watching everyone gather and return to the Candlelight Sanctuary, Somo stopped waiting and turned around to sit on King Kong.

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

It is Oreo who is hiding aside during the day and doing his duty faithfully!

"You're hungry, be good, I'll make you something delicious when I get home!"

Except at noon, when Oreo showed up on his own initiative and took a piece of pie in his mouth, the rest of the time, Oreo was constantly patrolling around the farmland, monitoring possible dangers nearby.

Dogs are always man's best companions.

This is even more true in the apocalyptic wasteland!

Looking at Oreo's honest smiling face, Sumo, who was slightly sad, felt a lot better.

Opening the valve and pushing the handle, King Kong slowly rowed back along the way he came.

After the speed reached a limit value, a khaki light lit up on the track, and the traveling speed increased three times with efficiency visible to the naked eye!

Once alive, twice familiar.

Driving a solid King Kong, Sumo ignored the small obstacles along the way and ran directly into them, crushing them forcefully and rushing forward.

The powerful off-road capability brought by the crawler tracks was not comparable to that of a small car. He went on a rampage all the way. When he returned to the underground shelter, Sumo was shocked to find that the time was more than ten minutes faster than when he got up in the morning.

"I really hope that the ruins over Zhong Qingshu will arrive tomorrow, otherwise it will be too late!"

After parking the King Kong and taking another look at the moonless night sky of the wasteland, Somo slowly entered the underground shelter with heavy steps.

The headlights come on and the door is lowered.

Unlike candlelight shelters with few pitiful torches, there is no difference between night and day in underground shelters.

Light fills every corner.

After changing out of his armor and combat uniform and putting them to dry in the garage, Sumo opened the stone door and went straight to the breeding room.

Sure enough, in the culture medium, the three Chinese cabbages in the middle have entered their maturity stage!