MTL - My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely!-Chapter 239 Choice, the real danger of flooding

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Seeing the dumbfounded crowd in the distance, Moore pressed his horn curiously, and the melodious sound of the horn suddenly began to echo on the empty wasteland!

To be fair, the sound of the horn of the harvester is not good, and even a little harsh!

But it was this harsh familiar sound that made the refugees who had seen harvesters on earth reacted.

"The harvester is really a harvester, Su Shen made a harvester!"

"My mother, I heard that Su Shen was buying drawings two days ago, has it been done now?"

"If there is a harvester, there will be no other automated machinery, right?"

The closer the two mechanical monsters are, the louder the roar from the engine, and this sound seems to play the melody in the blood of every refugee.

Even Chen Shen, who claims to be able to deal with things calmly on weekdays, also opened his mouth wide.

Outside the crowd, Zhong Qingshu, standing under a tree, flashed her beautiful eyes again and again, looking at Moore driving the harvester, showing a hint of curiosity.

On the other side, looking at all the refugees who were ready, Sumo stopped the car without any ink marks and opened the door.

According to the previous plan, watching Oreo, who was sitting in the vice seat, rushed out first, as if a silver lightning disappeared from his field of vision, Somo straightened the hem of his combat uniform and got out of the car slowly.

Oreo is on alert and Moore is responsible for clearing the field.

Looking at the expectant people, Somo simply took out the seeds in the storage space and put them on the ground:

"I brought the seeds, without further ado, hurry up and start sowing!"

Sophisticated seeds naturally have a layer of faint fluorescence, which is very conspicuous when there is no light pollution in the wasteland.

"Brother Su, we all have this harvester, do we have to change the division, otherwise, right..."

With harvester and without harvester, there are two kinds of efficiency and speed.

Moreover, as long as enough fuel is provided, a lot of manpower can be saved for subsequent cultivation and seeding.

"No, this harvester is provided by me for free, but I have a few requirements, I hope everyone can cooperate with me"

After taking a look at the nervous refugees in the front row of the Candlelight Refuge, Somo smiled.

"I can provide not only the harvester, but also the follow-up rotary tiller and flour grinder, but after four or five rounds of planting, I need everyone to cooperate with me in planting other things."

"For example... cabbage, soybeans, carrots, cotton..."

Saying the names of seven or eight crops in one breath, and looking at everyone who had been completely stupid, Sumo shrugged and continued to collect seeds.

Although the impact of these automated tools on the refugees from the wasteland was anticipated early on, but at this point, the reality is much more exaggerated than imagined.

What is the opening lightning strike. jpg has been vividly interpreted by these people.

After four or five seconds, seeing everyone still looking forward with sluggish eyes, Sumo waved his hand helplessly when he didn't know what he was thinking about.

"Okay, okay, what's the matter, wait until we harvest a wave, don't wait until 12 o'clock, the seeds have not been sown"

The refugees who were still immersed in the shock, when Sumo said so, also reacted, and immediately put on a stubborn smile on their faces, all gearing up and forming a long line according to the previous arrangement.

240 acres of land, in the process of opening up the land these days, the candlelight refuge has gradually gathered some refugees that were previously placed in the vicinity.

There are currently a total of 133 adults in the shelter, six 17-year-old minors, and one infant who is still in swaddling clothes.

Among them, there are only 46 men, so each person's task is 2.5 acres, sharing 115 acres in total.

The six underage children share 6 acres of land for each person.

As for the remaining women, except for a few necessary logistics to ensure that the workers eat and drink, they are allocated 1.5 mu per person according to their heads, which just finishes all the arable land.

At this time, Chen Shen stood at the forefront. Every time a person's name was called, the corresponding person came forward and received the seed of his own farmland.

Standing by Chen Shen's side, Sumo, who had been straining his mind, finally breathed a sigh of relief after receiving every refugee's attention and watching everyone start planting according to the previous allocation.

Except for the special case of Zhong Qingshu, everyone in the candlelight refuge, including the management, has to work.

Fortunately these days, the master in the candlelight refuge has already trained everyone how to plant. Walking on the ridge, Somo began to look left and right, but he didn't find any problems.

"In the civilized age, if you want to plant the land well, unless you really like it or pass it on for several generations, otherwise not many people are willing to do this kind of tiring work."

"When you arrive in the wasteland, everyone will die if they don't farm. In this way, both the learning speed and the attitude of farming are too serious!"

After turning back and forth, Suma nodded silently when he saw that several minors were also planting in a decent way.

Everything is developing according to the envisaged process. The more you plant, the better you plant, the more you can get.

Even if Sumo didn't need to continue to stand by to supervise the work, these people also used their brilliance, one by one crazy.

"How? Is this efficiency unexpected?"

"Unexpectedly, who knows that a month ago, they were still white-collar workers, students, these people can adapt so quickly"

Seeing Su Mo standing in a daze on the ridge, Zhong Qingshu walked over quietly, not knowing when it was.

"It's a pity, the next disaster comes, I hope everyone here can survive!"

Shook his head, thinking of the coming flood of punishment and disaster, Somo also had a headache for the future of these people.

The cause of the punitive disaster has not been found so far.

If there are no variables, then all mankind will be baptized by a flood that lasts for up to 180 days.

Fortunately, this time a welfare disaster was triggered, and most people's food for half a year was not a problem.

"If this disaster is really a flood, whether humans can survive or not may not be the biggest problem."

"Oh?"

Seeing Zhong Qingshu's pointed eyes, and following the direction his eyes were looking in, Sumo glanced over.

It happens to be the building complex of the candlelight refuge!

"Assuming that the upcoming flood lasts for 180 days, it will recede when the disaster is over. Human survival is not a problem."

"People at low places will migrate to high places, and people at the bottom will go uphill. It's really impossible. You can spend some points and materials to build a small boat and you can live."

"But...the sanctuary created by everyone using the core is gone, right!"

Although a small part of them have abandoned the refuge created by the game and chose to build their own house, they will try not to rely on the game for everything.

However, more than 70% of people still live in the game refuge and must rely on the functions of the game panel to survive.

The arrival of the great flood, let alone the wooden houses on the ground, is a devastating disaster for all underground refuges.

When the 180-day flood has passed, these people’s underground refuges will have no magical blessings, or high-tech to resist.

After the flood receded, all that was left was a mess.

As for the small wooden houses on the ground, they may have been built in high places early in the morning, but they can still find a way to resist them. The low places also need to be abandoned.

"Yes, after most people's refuges are gone, it is difficult to develop rapidly relying on these magical functions."

"As far as I know, many design drawings now require the level of the refuge to be sufficient to be used. If everyone abandons their refuge, it is equivalent to abandoning the opportunity to contact game technology."

"If this continues, even if human technology returns to the way it was before we crossed over, it will still fall into a bottleneck."

"But...what happened decades later, who can say with certainty, maybe our Su Shen will bring everyone to rise!"

As if he was afraid of putting too much pressure on Somo, Zhong Qingshu finished speaking, tilted his head and thought about it, and uttered a chilling joke.

"If you really want to say that like you, then I will take everyone to the pole and rise up."

"This disaster hasn't come yet. Who said that afterwards, maybe I will trigger another disaster. The flood is gone."

Unreasonably worried about the sky has never been Sumo's style. Seeing the worry in Zhong Qingshu's eyes, Sumo endured it, but still did not say that he had a mountain and sea picture scroll card.

If mankind is really going to live and die, as long as Somo uses this card, the flood will recede within a day.

At that time, high mountains will rise, rivers will rise together, and oceans will be generated directly, and everywhere will become large plains suitable for human survival.

But before that, if you want to find your sister and go to the lost satellite base to find the secrets of this world, you still need the help of the flood.

Sitting on the ridge, after finishing the topic, the two began to chat with each other.

Compared with Zhong Qingshu in the relics of time, she in the real world is more independent in her mentality and closer to the end times in her thinking.

On many small issues, Somo also absorbed a few different ideas.

In the fields below, all the refugees also carried out the final planting and plowing work in an orderly manner according to the time plan.

Time passed by every minute, at this time, no one shouted tired, and no one shouted pain.

Even though protests have come from the waist, everyone still firmly repeats the actions of bending, lowering, lifting, and taking.

A green moon that was different from the usual red moon when the disaster came, also quietly climbed into the sky.

This green is not fluorescent green, but a very comfortable and eye-friendly green, and in terms of brightness, it is also enough to support everyone working in the field.

The more dazzling the green light, the closer to the time of disaster.

Until the green light was about to condense into substance, there were only ten minutes left before the welfare disaster.

Two acres said that it was not too much, but that it was not too much. Even a few children had completed their tasks and sat beside their own land, waiting for the disaster to come.

"How great~www.novelbuddy.com~Where there are so many worries on the wasteland, where is so much looking forward and backward"

"Living in the present, living well in the present, is the most correct thinking. Look at them, how happy!"

Standing up, afraid of tapping the soil on the combat uniform, he pulled up Zhong Qingshu, who was pressing his numb leg next to him, and the two stood side by side.

Looking at the widely scattered refugees under the green light, they looked at the faces of a few people nearby, although they were tired, but full of happiness.

For the first time, Somo understood why every time the sky fell, a tall man would go up.

The stronger the ability, the greater the responsibility.

When I really reach that state of thinking, what the so-called "tall man" may pursue is no longer a personal safety hazard.

Buzz...buzz...buzz...

After thinking about it, when the twelve o'clock bell rang in the game panel, the welfare disaster...

finally come!