MTL - My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely!-Chapter 202 Crazy farming, yield 6 figures!

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

After cleaning, the candle flame plain has become "safe", but in the night without electric lights, darkness still shrouds everyone's heart, forming the most primitive fear of human beings.

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

Therefore, including candlelight shelters, most shelters are closed at the point when the sun is about to go down.

In addition to the time wasted after checking the tools and so on, returning to the shelter was just in time for the moment when the sun went down and darkness hit.

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

These people's faces are all black, and their clothes also have large patches of sweat.

But after sitting on the ground, no one complained about how tiring they were doing today. Instead, they happily shared with the people around them how much they had dug, how much crops they could grow, and how much food they could produce.

Talking and talking, some people with farm work experience will stand up and share their experience with everyone.

Simple Chinese people, when faced with disasters, always have various ways to relieve the distress in their hearts.

Looking at these people, Soma, who stood under the sun **** for a day, also got some comfort in his heart.

Overseeing is not an easy job.

Especially before some refugees crossed over, they were basically white-collar workers in the city, 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, there are often some incomprehensible dangers.

for example...

When I went down with a hoe, I almost lost my foot!

Another example is holding a shovel to shovel the ground, but when the shovel is inserted, the force is too small to lift it up or pull it out.

There are even people who are outrageous, who use firewood to boil water, and a gust of cross wind blows, they can light their eyebrows and run around in fright.

In such a situation, Soma was naturally bound to help.

All day, busy here and there, even though I didn't do any farm work, compared to fighting with the kobold and lion, this kind of painful and happy farming still made my whole body feel sore.

However, the benefits are still obvious.

After a day of contact, all the refugees, with the help of Soma, completely understood what Chen Shen called "Soma".

There is less "awe" that is heard, and more "admiration" for the real strong heroes.

Of course, the most important thing is respect.

"Oh, you said that Soma is so much younger than me, I feel too alienated to be called God Su, and to be called Big Brother Soma feels like a slap in the face. Tell me, what do we call it?"

Sitting on the ground, a man with a simple face was discussing with the people next to him, and occasionally glanced at Soma who was standing on the mountain.

"I'm worried too. Do you think that what Director Wu said in the morning can be done? Let God Su lead our refuge, and then..."

Before she could finish speaking, the middle-aged woman giggled, as if joining the refuge led by Soma would be the greatest happiness in the wasteland.

"In my opinion, this time is also one of the tests given to us by Big Brother Soma, whoever does a good job can join, and whoever is lazy and is seen in his eyes, may be kicked out, whether it is for the sake of For yourself, for survival, or for... You know, everyone must work hard!"

"That is that is"

"It's a must. If anyone is lazy, I'll be the first to dislike him!"

In the midst of the uproar, chatting at home and talking nonsense is also one of the few pastimes for refugees in the wasteland.

Compared with the civilized era, you are working hard, and he is also working hard. Every industry is crazy and introverted. It is difficult to make achievements. Every day is no different.

In the wasteland of the apocalypse, as long as you are willing to work hard and put in your physical strength, you will see the gains and your life will become better!

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

Of course, at this moment, Soma was not idle. After watching everyone gathered and counted and counted, he slowly came to the center of the arena.

With both hands down, under the light of the excavator headlights, everyone ordered the line to be banned, and the sound of gossip quickly disappeared.

For a while, no one spoke, and there was only the rustling of the wind blowing across the fields and touching the branches of plants on the Candle Fire Plain.

"Very good! Everyone did a great job!"

"Standing here today, I saw the efforts made by everyone, the efforts of everyone who wants to survive in this wasteland apocalypse, I am very pleased, everyone has such a consciousness!"

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

After speaking, Soma took the lead and started to applaud. The refugees below were also excited, and the sound of crackling sounded.

Ten seconds later, as Soma pressed his hands down again, the applause stopped, and Pei Shao, the leader of the planting, came up.

"Today is... the 26th day of the first month of the apocalyptic calendar, and it is also the second day of our planting and reclamation. There are still three days before the disaster!"

"Family, compatriots, all the people in the Candlelight Refuge, here, I will first report a gratifying data to everyone, to Director Su."

"On the first day of land reclamation, three acres of land were opened up in Candlelight Refuge"

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

"Today our record is!!!"

"Seventy-three acres!"

He slowly spit out a number that shocked everyone, looked at the table with the data recorded 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's 50,000 catties of grain!"

"According to the standard equipment, the 50,000 catties of grain alone are enough for us to eat for more than a whole year."

"As long as we can last until the grain harvest, we don't have to worry about grain for the next year!"

Choking out the numbers on the paper, after reporting today's record, Pei Shao backed away with Wu Feiguang's support.

The disaster lasted for three days.

Ordinary-quality spring wheat is only enough to be planted for about one round, and the harvest time is just about the same.

If tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, according to today's efficiency, about 200 acres of land can be opened, including Soma's dividends, the food left for these refugees can 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 unimaginable!

However, the biggest problem at present was ignored by Pei Shao, the half-hearted leader of the farming team.

Seeds!

How can you plant 200 acres of land without seeds!

The seeding rate of spring wheat is generally between 7-10 kilograms. According to the fertility of the Candle Fire Plain, the seeding rate must be increased to 10 kilograms in order to obtain the maximum benefit.

According to the calculation of 20 catties per mu of land, 4,000 catties of seeds are needed for a single planting of 200 mu of land.

With so many seeds, even if Soma slaughtered two aliens with a size of 1,000 people, it is estimated that such a huge number could not be assembled.

"The seeds must come up with a solution. You can't just look at these lands. This time the welfare disaster is wasted!"

With the sadness on his mind, for the next encouragement session, Soma hastily took out the ten shovels he prepared in the morning, and sent them one by one according to the list published by Chen Shenbao.

Of course, the ability to buy people's hearts in this link is extremely powerful. The eyes of the ten refugees who received the shovels have changed completely. It seems that whoever dares to speak ill of Soma will go up and work hard!

Nodding, giving a few orders, watching everyone gather and return to the Candlelight Sanctuary, Soma no longer waited, and turned to sit on Vajra.

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

It was Oreo who was hiding aside during the day and dutifully guarding him!

"You're hungry, darling, I'll cook something for you when I get home!"

Except at noon, Oreo took the initiative to appear and took a piece of cake obediently. At the rest of the time, Oreo constantly patrolled around the farmland, monitoring possible dangers nearby.

Dogs are always man's best friend.

In the apocalyptic wasteland, even more so!

Looking at Oreo's simple and honest smiling face, the slightly sad Soma's mood also improved a lot.

Opening the valve, pushing the handle, King Kong slowly swiped back according to the way he came.

When the speed reached a limit value~www.novelbuddy.com~ a khaki light lit up on the track, and the traveling speed was tripled with the efficiency visible to the naked eye!

One is born, and the second is cooked.

Driving a solid King Kong, Suma ignored the small obstacles along the way and slammed into it, forcibly crushing it and rushing forward.

The powerful off-road capability brought by the crawler is not comparable to that of a small car. It was rampant all the way, and when he returned to the vicinity of the underground shelter, Su Mo was stunned to find that the time was more than ten minutes faster than when he came in the morning.

"I really hope that the ruins from Zhong Qingshu's side will arrive tomorrow, otherwise...it's really too late!"

After stopping King Kong, he took another look at the wasteland night sky where the moon and stars were sparse. With heavy steps, Soma slowly entered the underground shelter.

The headlights came on, and the door was lowered.

Unlike the poor torches in the candle-fired shelter, the night in the underground shelter is no different from the day.

Brightness fills every corner.

After changing his armor and combat uniform, he left it in the garage to hang out, opened the stone door, and Soma went straight to the breeding room.

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

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