My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely!

Chapter 247 We must return to Earth!

Although I couldn’t see the specific data of the micro-destroyer I arrived before before studying the blueprints.

However, based on the picture reference on the design drawing and comparing it with the real destroyer, we can roughly infer the materials required to completely reproduce this destroyer, as well as the true performance of this destroyer.

The length is between 100-120m, the draft is at least 5 meters upward, the cruising speed is about 18 knots, and the top speed is 28 knots or even higher.

As for the weapons mounted on it, there is no need to think about it.

If you want to perfectly reproduce such a sea steel monster, let’s not talk about the required materials and production level.

This kind of destroyer alone requires more than two hundred people, and they all need to undergo certain training.

Of course, when Sumo got the drawings, he didn't have any wishful thinking about perfectly replicating such a monster.

When I first conceived it in my mind, the best approach was:

This giant on the sea will be reduced by one-third according to the scale on the drawing, the length will be kept between 30-40 meters, and the draft will be kept at 5 meters.

This choice can not only ensure the structural stability of the ship, but also save a lot of materials and leave more energy during navigation.

"Yes, if you really want to build a ship, you and the bear alone will definitely be too busy. If you can drive a big ship, there will only be two ways left."

"First, you can find a way to get a computer, and then write a standard program to help you assist driving. This can save most of the effort."

"Second, you have to bring some people with you. At least, you have to take Chen Shen and the others with you. You also have to have a few helper sailors. With these people, you have to concentrate on the operation."

"The prerequisite for the second option is that your driving skills must be qualified. After all, it is too difficult to drive such a big ship with manpower!"

Zhong Qingshu always spoke from a rational perspective and could help Sumo consider the current situation as quickly as possible.

On an earth that has not yet been traveled by all people, many large ships indeed only need an automatic auxiliary driving system, which can greatly reduce the burden on the captain.

Most of the remaining staff are used to take charge of other small projects, and there are only a few people who can really be used.

Especially if someone like Somo goes to find people directly without participating in any trade operations or wars, he doesn't need a lot of people.

"computer"

"Assisted driving"

Climbing the technology tree requires computers to assist calculations, and building a large ship that can sail thousands of miles also requires computers.

In modern technology, a computer is too important!

"Don't worry, let's wait until I actually build the boat before thinking about these things."

"Now we don't know what the next disaster will be!"

Although there may be computers in the ruins of Liangfang Town, in this case, Sumo dismissed the topic with a shrug.

Take a look at all the remains of everyone in the wasteland.

Only the black mist ruins that appear in the depression can return to another parallel world similar to the earth.

The fewer people who know, the smaller the chance of exposing the secret.

Before he had enough strength, Sumo was able to stop his desire to tell his secrets even if he felt itchy.

In the apocalyptic wasteland, everyone has secrets.

Somo has it, Zhong Qingshu has it, and even the refugees below who are farming in the fields may have some "adventures" with them.

But now, as the time gets closer and closer to the afternoon, the second crop of harvest is finally coming!

Except for the first crop of spring wheat, which was traded and used as seeds for the second time, all the remaining wheat has not yet been threshed and is placed on the edge of the field, piled up into a hill.

In the field, every four or five minutes, the wheat will grow taller.

Especially the ones that were planted in advance. At this time, the harvester had already begun to rumble. Dozens of people followed the harvester and looked at the wheat grains that kept flying out of the wind bin with curiosity.

Even the unpleasant smell of diesel from the civilized era was greedily sucked in by these refugees with their nostrils.

"Brother Su, our second crop of wheat is ready to be harvested. This time the average yield per mu is 1,890 kilograms. It's a bumper harvest!"

Holding a small book in his hand that was already wet with sweat, Chen Shen, who was four or five degrees darker to the naked eye, rushed over happily.

Flipping through the data in the notebook, Chen Shen began to report the income from all fields starting from the first acre of land.

Sumo actually enjoyed listening to this extremely tedious and boring process.

Especially when she heard that several yields per mu were as high as 2,100 kilograms, even Zhong Qingshu would exclaim from time to time.

There is a certain order of learning and there is a specialization in the art.

The skills of the older generation farmers among the refugees are naturally much better than those of Sumo, who is a dabbler.

From seed selection, to sowing, to watering, and fertilizing, every step of the process is meticulous, resulting in a high yield of 2,100 pounds per mu.

For these people, Sumo directly expressed his encouragement in action without thinking.

"For all the farmers in the field who produce more than 2,000 jins per mu, I make the decision and reward them with 100 jins directly from my share."

After hearing Su Mo's words, Chen Shen also nodded heavily, with obvious reverence in his eyes!

Give both grace and power.

Even if Chen Shen thought with his buttocks, he could imagine what kind of state these people would be in after receiving Sumo's 100 pounds of encouragement.

"By the way, remember to control everyone's appetite tonight. Don't be hungry for a long time. Eat them all at once, or you'll eat too much!"

Looking at a group of refugees with sallow faces and skinny muscles, and looking at the flour grinding machine that had been carried out by everyone and connected to the generator, Sumo reminded again.

At this point, the welfare disaster can be considered a success.

In the next two days, just by slowly plotting, you can maximize the results of the battle and collect enough food supplies for several years at once.

After once again worryingly reminding Chen Shen of other important points, Sumo waved his hand, indicating that the reporting stage was over.

However

Chen Shen, who was standing at the bottom, did not leave as neatly as usual. Instead, he hesitated and hesitated, as if he had something to say in his heart that he wanted to say but did not dare to say.

This weird look immediately stunned Su Mo, but before Su Mo could speak, Zhong Qingshu on the side started talking first.

"Hey, Chen Shen, why is Su Shen so nervous when facing us!"

"Everyone has noticed what you have done these days. If you have anything to say, just say it!"

A kind rescue.

At the same time, it also gave Chen Shen the courage to continue speaking.

Chen Shen twisted the corner of his clothes as if he had decided something. Chen Shen, whose face was covered with sweat, raised his head and stammered:

"Brother Susu, everyone would like to ask me to ask if you can go back a little later tonight."

"Everyone has something he wants to express. After so many days, we are all very grateful to Brother Su for his help!"

"If I don't take advantage of this opportunity, from yesterday to today, more than a hundred people have come to me one by one and asked me to apply with you!"

After touching his head and mustering up the courage, Chen Shen looked at Sumo's scrutinizing eyes and gave up, spitting out all the words in one breath.

Then, with an expression as if he was ready to die, Chen Shen simply closed his eyes and waited for Somo's trial.

Awkward!

Embarrassing in capital letters!

Rolling his eyes at Zhong Qingshu who was suppressing a smile next to him, and looking at Chen Shen below who had his eyes closed and his teeth clenched, Su Mo could only wave his hands helplessly:

"Okay! Go and get busy. Next time if something like this happens, just say it!"

"Don't act like you're parting from life or death!"

It is not good for a good leader to be too mythical sometimes.

Of course, there are exceptions to this situation. For example, Western sects and those who follow the faith stream are very comfortable in this situation.

Relying on the imaginary gods, these people can quickly gather combat power, wrap themselves into the incarnation of "gods", and then lead the followers below.

However, according to the current system structure of Candlelight Sanctuary, if Soma is too deified and loses direct control over the subordinates, and if the middle-level leaders cause trouble, it will be easy to lose the support of the people and betray their relatives.

Somo has no good way to deal with this situation for the time being. He can only wait until he comes back after picking up his sister. When he really wants to build a large shelter gathering place, he will think of ways to carry out reforms.

After greeting Chen Shen and leaving, Zhong Qingshu continued to patrol along the road in accordance with her duties.

Moore was helping with the work in the fields, and Oreo was patrolling and playing somewhere.

On the ground, Somo was once again left alone.

"I don't know what's going on with my sister. Is she following the Tundra Refuge in planting?"

“It’s so difficult to find a bride who has traveled thousands of miles!”

After concentrating his thoughts, the friends panel automatically appeared, and Su Chan's avatar in the added friends still flashed the green light symbolizing survival.

“Sometimes I hope the next disaster won’t be a flood, and sometimes I hope it is!”

"Human beings are indeed selfish and selfless animals!"

Looking at the bustling scene of the flour mill being hurriedly installed at the entrance of the village, Sumo simply put aside his worries and walked over to help.

The working principle of the grinding machine is not complicated. First, under the two traditional inner and outer grinding heads, a circle of plugs with the same thickness as the height of the grinding teeth is added.

In this way, the powder particles that are not fully crushed between the grinding teeth cannot pass through the plug, and the powder particles that pass through the plug are further ground.

And driven by electricity, a bag of wheat can be ground in just a few dozen seconds.

Even though it was the first time to use this thing, as a maker, Sumo was able to easily help the refugees put it up even though it took them twenty or thirty minutes to put it up.

The generator in the Candlelight Shelter was purchased in the market after the harvest in the morning.

At this time, after pouring in fuel and connecting to electricity, the noodle grinder immediately began to rotate rapidly.

Dong Dong Dong Dong

A sound like a drum spread across the empty land.

This sound not only startled the four women operating the operation, but also attracted the attention of many refugees who were working hard in the fields.

"The flour grinder, damn, it's moving!"

"Wuhu, take off, we have something to eat tonight!"

"I want to eat three bowls, no, five bowls. I must be full today."

The adults could still hold back their excitement, but a few half-year-old children screamed, causing the atmosphere in the field to rise.

There are people with hoes on the poles and a flour mill visible in the front row. Although they are working, their minds have long been far away.

Wow!

Wow!

A bag of wheat with bran still in it is poured into the hopper above. Under the operation of the machine, it begins to peel and grind quickly.

A few seconds later, when the first wisp of white flour appeared in the collection hopper, all the refugees who could see the flour, including the four women who controlled the machine, could hardly help crying with joy.

Picking up a handful of flour, and encouraged by Somo's eyes, the young woman ran into the fields while crying, shouting:

"We have flour, we have white flour!"

The woman's shout was not loud and could only be heard by the nearest few people. But at this moment, when the people who heard it saw the white flour, the weak voice suddenly became "loud".

“We have flour!!!”

One person, five people, ten people, fifty people

When all the refugees standing in the field began to shout, the wind on the plain seemed to speed up a bit, cheering for these hard-working people!

The shouting lasted for three to five minutes. When everyone stopped and started to continue working, I don't know who started the shouting, and a new round of shouting started.

"Long live Soma! Long live Candlelight Sanctuary!"

"The wasteland belongs to humans, and the wasteland belongs to God Su!"

"Follow Su Shen, the wasteland will not be difficult to navigate. If you follow Su Shen, the wasteland will be full of vegetables!"

"Long live mankind! We want to conquer this land, we want to conquer this continent!"

"We want to go back to Earth!"

Having just solved the problem of eating, are you going to conquer the wasteland?

Living a precarious life every day, do you still want to return to earth?

If there were keyboard warriors, the cute refugees would be sprayed into sieves at this moment.

but now!

On this small continent of hope, under Somo's wings that can "cover the sky"!

No one will criticize these refugees for being "second-rate", and no one will ridicule these people for being "arrogant"!

From the fields, to outside the fields, and then to the villages, as soon as the slogans calling for us to return to the earth rang out, they began to join together neatly.

At the moment when the harvest is about to be harvested, the sentence "We want to return to the earth" has become the eternal pursuit in the hearts of the refugees!

Even Somo, who was standing at the entrance of the village and looking into the distance, couldn't help but be touched by this atmosphere.

In the heart, where only Sumo could hear, a heavy but hopeful vow sounded silently.

"Yes!"

"This wasteland is not the home of mankind, and this sky is not the sky of the earth!"

"One generation, ten generations, as long as humanity is not extinct!"

"Our goal must be"

"Back to Earth!"

I have to work overtime recently, so the update may be late. Please bear with me, it’s not easy being a social worker (crying loudly)!