My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely!

The familiar moon in the sky, the familiar loess on the ground, New Year's Eve, the first grand festival of the Chinese people in this world. Google search reading

Somo was so busy that he had forgotten the time, so he approached quietly.

Dumplings, New Year’s Eve, Chinese New Year?

Looking around absently at all the half-hunched refugees, and seeing the lingering fatigue and rich happiness on everyone's faces, Somo slowly stepped forward.

Yes, it’s New Year’s Eve.

It happened to be chosen on the first day of the welfare disaster, the day when everyone gained.

Eat well and sleep well.

The embarrassment of last year has been washed away, and next year will be a year of hope!

After using the system to verify that there was nothing wrong with the contents of the bowl, Sumo glanced around the refugees who were about to cry out with excitement. Sumo gently brought over the large bowl held by Chen Shen.

The large bowl was made by burning, and there was this faint cyan pattern on the edge of the bowl. Such an utensil could only be obtained from a treasure chest, and it was expensive to make in the market.

The soup in the bowl is rich in color and clear and translucent.

The red oily spicy seeds are dotted in the old vinegar soup. Although there is no Youneng water to enhance the flavor, and there is no Youneng cabbage to enhance the aroma, it is this bowl of ordinary food that every household in the civilized era eats during the New Year, which makes Su Rubbing my eyes makes me feel sore.

Picking up the chopsticks, with everyone watching, Sumo gently picked up a large dumpling that was incompatible with all the dumplings and had an extremely strange shape, and put it into his mouth.

"Yeah, it tastes good!"

The wild vegetable dumplings are stuffed with some beef crumbs, and when paired with this soup, they taste surprisingly sweet.

Especially after Su Mo praised her, before others started cheering, Moore, who was standing in the front row, became excited and started to dance a belly dance he didn't know where he learned from.

"The first thing the master ate was the dumplings made by Moore. The master really liked Moore's kung fu!"

While twisting and dancing coquettishly, she swayed around.

Moore's joke immediately destroyed the somewhat solemn atmosphere before, causing most of the refugees to laugh.

"Okay, it's almost the New Year, and it's so solemn and grand. Since it's the New Year, all the supplies tonight will be consumed."

"It's all on me!"

After glancing at the happy Moore, Sumo was slightly touched. After looking at all the refugees below, he said loudly.

Wow!

It doesn't matter if you don't say it. As soon as this was said, the refugee group that had been able to hold back suddenly cheered and roared.

From men in their forties to fifties, to children in their mid-teens or eighteen, everyone imitated Moore's dancing posture and wriggled happily.

Then, the cooks who had already prepared began to bring out bowls of dumplings from the kitchen, and the New Year’s Eve carnival

here we go!

If one person eats it, it won't taste good. It must be eaten by ten or a hundred people.

The larger and grander the festival is, the more people there are, and the stronger the "New Year flavor" can be felt.

Today, this special New Year's Eve.

There is no "conventional" Spring Festival Gala, and there is no need to beg here and scan there to get the five blessings of a few cents.

There is no old iron to help me cut a knife, or the meager bounty that I need to collect various cards to get.

There were no mass text messages, no "hypocritical" congratulatory messages from superiors and subordinates, and even darkness fell upon leaving the village.

But under such circumstances, in the wasteland, on this special day, whether it is a large shelter or a small shelter.

As long as there are crowds of people gathering, everyone will truly feel something called "the taste of the year" from their hearts.

It’s the New Year, and it’s time to harvest.

It’s the New Year, and it’s time for carnival.

Get rid of all the fatigue, have a good meal, get a good sleep, wait until tomorrow, and continue to accept a hard but fulfilling life.

"Let us be companions in this world of mortals! Live a carefree life!"

"Riding horses and galloping to share the prosperity of the world"

"Sing to the wine and express the joy in your heart"

"Seize your youth vigorously"

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A rechargeable speaker was carried out from nowhere by the refugees. In the speaker, as the lively BGM played, the flavor of the new year became more intense.

The carnival was also more enjoyable. A tape with only eight songs was played over and over again.

Singing, cheering, and lively noises spread crazily in every corner of this wasteland.

And as the initiator of all this, Soma.

But on this lively night, sitting on the highest roof of the candlelight shelter, I relaxed my mind for the first time in a long time.

I brought a bottle of sake into the candlelight shelter. I don’t know when I got it. I took a small sip from time to time and ate a piece of fried snack.

Sumo knew that only in his absence could these people be unbridled happy, unbridled and arrogant, enjoying the present and enjoying this hard-won gain.

"Sister, sister, I wonder how your life is going over there!"

Lying on the roof, looking at the night sky of the wasteland, stroking the docile Oreo lying beside me, like a big fur ball.

At this moment, no one is lonelier than Somo, and no one is more fulfilled than Somo!

What people fear most is that the road ahead is blurry. Living in this world, you don’t know what you are going to do tomorrow.

What is your pursuit, or what is it that you want to protect?

Sumo was very lucky, because in this wasteland, he found the path he needed to persevere in and figured out how to go on and how to arrive successfully!

"What I want is just a little peace, just a peace!"

"Since this small request cannot be satisfied by this world, then let me, Soma, use my own power to defend everything I want!"

Everyone gets drunk without being drunk, and the alcohol content was not high. With a slight dizziness, Somo had unprecedented fighting spirit for the bumpy road ahead.

Ten thousand miles, so what!

I, Soma, have decided to take this path!

The sky is round and the world is shrouded in fog, so why be afraid!

This day, sooner or later I will expose you!

After re-imagining the future that already had a framework in his mind, Sumo jumped up from the roof while looking at the still lively crowd below.

Without disturbing anyone, we took Moore, who was already full and sleeping, to start the return journey!

During the Chinese New Year, you have to go home to spend it!

For these people, the Candlelight Sanctuary was home, but for Soma himself, the Underground Sanctuary

This is the real home!

Open the car window, and a slight cool breeze flows in through the window. The short-term increase in oxygen brought by the growth of plants makes the air not only a little moist, but also a little comfortable.

Taking a deep breath, Sumo looked at the changed wasteland. The closer he got to the underground shelter, the more excited Sumo became.

finally

The deep sea refuge is near!

Looking at the place where the first pot of gold had been unearthed, Sumo stopped the car and poured all the unfinished sake in front of the deep sea shelter.

"Brother Ma Gu, it's Chinese New Year, just sleep well here. Sooner or later we will go back to Earth!"

The grass moved slightly, as if Ma Gu was responding.

After bowing heavily again, he put away the bottle of sake and glanced at the deep-sea shelter that was now covered with weeds. Somo got into the car and stepped on the accelerator.

The distance between the two places was not far, and under the power of the earth tiger's roar, he rushed to the underground shelter in less than two or three minutes.

Just a welfare disaster, the entire depression has been completely changed.

The barren Gobi desert now has many colorful plants growing up.

The hills surrounding the underground shelter are even more green.

After not being seen for a day, eight of the ten nether energy fruit saplings left had fully grown.

Moreover, this rise is much more terrifying than the woods in the talisman world!

Each source energy sapling that has absorbed the nether energy water is half a meter thick at its thinnest, and eight or nine meters tall at the shortest.

Located in front of the underground shelter, all the branches sway gently under the cool night breeze, exuding a natural fragrance of plants.

After looking around and seeing no dangerous changes in the area, he opened the door and parked the car.

Seeing the big and small sparks running out to greet him, a long-lost feeling of "going home" welled up from the bottom of Sumo's heart.

"Okay, okay, this is my home, Sumo. Be good, you're in a hurry. I'll cook for you right now!"

Today's large and small sparks, the wings of the big sparks are about one meter wide, and the small sparks are about seventy centimeters.

The two human-like "behemoths" pounced on him and acted coquettishly. They waited until Sumo comforted him, then stopped obediently, and followed Sumo like followers.

Moore, who had been sleeping soundly all the way in the car, rubbed his sleepy eyes, opened the passenger seat, rolled out of the car, and continued to sleep soundly on the ground.

This look made Oreo bark happily at the side.

He took out three bags of freshly beaten flour from the ground tiger truck, and in the evening, with the remaining supplies in the base, Sumo made another sumptuous supper.

After finishing the supper, closing the door, and checking all the facilities, Somo returned to the crib.

The first and second children have been very tired in the past two days. After eating enough at this time, and having nothing to do the next day, they slept extremely comfortably from Somo to Oreo and Moore. .

There was fun and celebration elsewhere, but in the small underground shelter, Somo felt relaxed and comfortable that he had not seen for a long time.

I slept until early eight o'clock, when all the fatigue from my body had dissipated, and I faced the early morning sunlight and fresh air.

On the small bed on the third floor of the underground shelter, Somo slowly opened his eyes.

"It's Chinese New Year, and the system is here to join in the fun!"

At this point, if he was tired from yesterday, Somo could still sleep.

But at this time, the system prompts crackled in his head, forcing Su Mo to wake up earlier.

A few days ago, the system only received a fixed amount of points every day, plus the occasional small event of dozens of points. Compared with the current expenditure, which often costs thousands of points, this accumulation speed is completely inadequate.

On the first day after New Year's Eve, which was the first day of the lunar new year, the system started to behave abnormally for a long time.

As soon as the daily daily report time passed, there was a rapid sound of firecrackers exploding, as if in celebration.

He sat up, moved his stiff neck slightly, and drank a large gulp of the psionic water placed on the bedside. As Sumo thought, a familiar system interface popped up.

By the way, a settlement list that was completely different from the simple ones in the past also hurriedly popped out.

"Hey, it used to be a high-end light blue, but today I still do as the Romans do, so I arranged such a festive bright red!"

"This system also looks like it was made by China. I already know how to celebrate the New Year, haha!"

The bright red interface looked very eye-catching. With a smile, Sumo pulled the panel directly to the bottom, habitually checking how much he had accumulated today.

But just by looking at it like this, even Sumo, who could usually maintain a calm mind, couldn't help but become ecstatic.

"There is actually another chance to win a lottery!"

"The system will also provide benefits during the Chinese New Year. This is outrageous and so cool!"