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

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

　　 To be fair, the horn of the harvester is not good, 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, Sushen made a harvester!"

　　 "My mom, 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, this sound seems to play the melody in the blood of every refugee.

　　 Even Chen Shen, who claims to be able to calm down on weekdays, opened his mouth wide.

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

　　 On the other side, looking at all the refugees who had been prepared, Somo stopped the car and opened the door without any ink stains.

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

　　 Oreo alert, 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 faint layer of 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..."

　　 There are harvesters and there are no harvesters, there are two kinds of efficiency and speed.

　　 And, as long as it can provide enough fuel, it can also save a lot of manpower for subsequent cultivation and seeding.

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

　　 After looking 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..."

　　 said the names of seven or eight crops in one breath, looking at the people who had been completely stupid, Somo shrugged and continued to take out the seeds.

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

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

　　 After four or five seconds, Suma waved his hand helplessly when he saw everyone's gaze still staring forward, and 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 planted"

　　 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 who had been placed in the vicinity before.

　　 There are currently a total of 133 adults in the shelter, six 17-year-old minors, and a baby who is still in the swathe.

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

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

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

　　 Fortunately, the master in the candlelight refuge these days has given everyone a training on how to plant. Walking on the ridge, Somo started to look left and right, and he didn't find any problems.

　　 "In the civilized age, if you want to plant a good land, unless you really like it or pass it down 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!"

　　 turned back and forth, seeing a few minors also planting in a pattern, Somo nodded silently.

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

　　 Even if Sumo is not required to continue to stand by to supervise the work, these people have also used their brilliance, one by one crazy.

　　 "How about? Is this efficiency unexpected?"

　　 "I didn't expect it, who could know that a month ago, they were still white-collar workers, students, these people can adapt so quickly"

　　 Seeing Sumo standing on the ridge in a daze, 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 180-day flood.

　　 But fortunately, this time it triggered a welfare disaster, and most people's food for the past six months is not a problem.

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

"Oh?"

　　 Looking at Zhong Qingshu's pointed eyes, and following the direction he looked towards, Su Mo looked over.

　　 happens to be the building complex of the candlelight refuge!

　　 "Assuming that the upcoming flood lasts for 180 days, it will recede due to the end of the disaster, and the survival of human beings is not a problem."

　　 "People at low places will migrate to high places, and people at the bottom of the mountain will go up the mountain. It really doesn't work. Spend some points and materials to build a small boat and you can live."

　　 "But...the shelter created by everyone using the core is gone, right?"

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

　　 But more than 70% of people still live in the game refuge and must rely on the various 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 at 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 by relying on these magical functions"

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

　　 "If this continues, even if human science and technology return to the same level as before we crossed over in ten or twenty years, it will still fall into a bottleneck."

　　 "But...something after a few decades, who can say with certainty, maybe our Su Shen will bring everyone up!"

　　 It seemed that he was afraid of putting too much pressure on Somo. After Zhong Qingshu finished speaking, he tilted his head and thought, and said a chilling joke.

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

　　 "This disaster hasn't come yet. Who can tell me that afterwards, maybe I will trigger another disaster, and the flood is gone."

　　 The worries about the sky have never been in Sumo's style. Seeing the worry in Zhong Qingshu's eyes, Sumo endured it, but still did not say that he had a 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.

　　 sat 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 are also orderly carrying out the final planting and plowing work according to the time plan.

　　 Time goes by every minute and every second. At this time, no one is tired or painful.

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

　　 A green moon, which is different from the usual red moon when the disaster comes, also quietly climbed into the sky.

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

　　 The brighter the green light, the closer to the time of disaster.

　　 Until the green light is about to condense into substance~www.novelbuddy.com~ There are only ten minutes left before the welfare disaster.

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

　　 "How wonderful, on the wasteland, where there are so many worries, where are so many looking forward and backward"

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

　　 stood up, afraid of slapping the soil on the combat uniform, and 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 mind, what the so-called "tall man" may pursue is no longer a personal safety hazard.

　　 hum... hum... hum...

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

finally come!

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