MTL - My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely!-Chapter 250 Grab the harvest, the scalp tingling harvest!

On the second day of the second month of the last calendar, the dragon raised his head.

It is also the second day of the Chinese New Year in the Chinese calendar.

As the last day of the welfare disaster, most of the wasteland survivors gathered in the camp, and it was also the harvest stage at this time.

Even some lone wolves bought a few seeds yesterday with the only supplies. After two rounds of breeding, they harvested enough rations for the first half of the year on the last day.

More or less, this should be a day worth celebrating.

But on such a festive day, everyone didn't feel much joy, instead their faces were full of worry.

The reason why everyone can't be happy is simple...

From four o'clock in the middle of the night, as the weather began to change, the various discussions in the world chat did not stop.

On the last day, from more than three o'clock, the sky in the wasteland was filled with large groups of dark clouds, and their thickness would not dissipate unless there was a heavy rain!

The sun exposure, the sun, and the snowflakes that have begun to melt around have caused most refugees to indirectly choose to forget about the rainy weather.

There is no weather forecast, and there is no night-time astronomical phenomenon. The clouds are coming fast, and so is the rain!

In less than an hour, strange clouds from unknown sources were tangled together in the sky. As long as the entire wasteland continent was populated, it was covered within it.

It's too early to fall, it's too late to fall, stuck at this node, this rain can be said to be too coincidental!

It also disrupted many people's long-planned plans.

The line of sight jumped to the depression.

After finishing work and eating last night, Soma went to bed early, and accordingly, woke up early in the morning.

It was just dawn, and before the morning sun rose from the horizon, when the alarm bell of the old computer rang, Soma immediately kicked up the carp and jumped up in great spirits.

There is no cooling down time for getting up, it is a thing that can greatly enhance the sense of happiness and achievement.

Feeling the sufficient strength between his arms and waist and abdomen, he touched his lower body, which already had abdominal muscles, and Soma nodded in satisfaction, put on his clothes and walked out of the room.

"Working in the field is also an exercise. As long as you can ensure that you can recover from every consumption, your physical fitness will improve very quickly!"

After the warm-up in a set of Su's guns, he wiped off the hot sweat from all over his body.

Walking on the third floor of the underground shelter, Soma began his routine washing and checking the news on the World Channel.

"Hey, there are so many people today?"

It was only after six o'clock in the morning. According to the usual practice, the World Channel, which would have been sparse and sparse, was already crowded with noisy people.

Looking at the topics that everyone was discussing, Su Mo, who had a relaxed expression at first, suddenly became solemn.

"It's going to rain, this time is too coincidental!"

After quickly washing up and putting on his combat uniform, Soma walked quickly through the passage, opened the door of the shelter, and looked out.

There is no big difference from what everyone said, and there are thick dark clouds over the depression at this time.

In the distance that can be seen by the naked eye, even in the dark clouds, you can see occasional lightning flashes.

The slight north wind that fluttered with floating snow also joined the brewing.

As the wind swept across the ground, it blew on the combat uniform, making a rustling sound.

At this rate, the rain brewed by such thick clouds would have to last for at least half a day.

"It's finally in line with the disaster in Magu's notebook. On the seventh day after the heavy snowfall, a heavy rain will begin."

This rain was expected.

It is also in the contingency plan constructed before Soma.

Take precautions. Yesterday, Soma instructed Chen Shen to give priority to cotton planting, leaving the rest of the vegetables on the third day.

What to be prepared for is this sudden heavy rain!

"According to the rain, there should be two or three hours left."

"If there is a wave of harvest from now on, it will affect the harvest, but it is acceptable."

The fields of the Candlelight Refuge had more than 2,000 catties of seeds to be used at the beginning.

Coupled with the fact that almost the entire process is automated machinery, in just two days, more than 80% of the tasks have been completed.

For the remaining cabbage, carrots and soybeans, the rain has an impact, but it is not a big problem. Like wheat, the harvest will not be cut in half, which is within the appropriate range of the budget.

At this point, Chen Shen's side has also started work.

After hurriedly reading the report sent by Chen Shen early in the morning, he made a phone call, and after instructing Chen Shen a few words, Somo hung up the phone and hurriedly prepared breakfast and the next rush to collect.

There is a race against time at Candlelight Refuge.

The underground shelter can't be slow either.

The fruit trees that were planted yesterday were calculated according to the time. At this time, the first round of fruit can be harvested completely.

I'm waiting, when the rain is over, I'm afraid the fruit will have to be an elder!

After eating breakfast, I drove a ground tiger and brought all the harvesting tools. Before I drove to the black soil, the fragrance of the fruit trees was already in my nostrils.

The red, green and green apples hung on the branches, pressing down the branches to the point of falling down.

The yellow apricot, the size of a baby's fist, danced a unique waltz as the wind blew.

The reddish peaches in the white, the sentences of yellow and orange, and the bright yellow pears, the bonus of the black soil, really is...

So terrifying!

Among these fruit trees, all the rare ones have basically reached the maturity stage with the addition of a thousand times the increase.

No one takes care of these fruit trees, and the shapes they grow are all kinds of strange, and even the fruits they bear are big and small.

But in this case, Soma couldn't care so much anymore, he greeted Moore, grabbed the tools, and started to harvest quickly.

From bottom to top, Soma is lying on the tree to harvest.

Moore was even more violent. He knocked the fruit off the tree with two hits and took advantage of his body, lying on the ground to pick it up wildly.

After watching it for a while, Oreo joined the rushing team, scratching his claws, biting his mouth, and flying fast.

In less than an hour, the tigers were full.

By the time the second round came to harvest, there were already raindrops falling from the sky.

Fortunately, the speed of one big and two small is not slow, and finally, before the heavy rain completely fell, more than 90% of the fruits were collected.

As for the rest, it can be returned to the ground, decayed into inorganic matter, and nourished the fertility of the black soil.

Wow!

Boom!

Lightning enough to pierce the sky glided across the slightly dark sky.

Just as Soma stopped the ground tiger, the rain came with a dull thunder!

Swish!

In the field of vision, there was still an endless snow field on the ground before, which looked like a snow country that was sealed off.

But now, with the humidity and heat in the air, the rain in the sky is pouring down like a midsummer June.

In just three or five seconds, the rain curtain at the entrance of the underground shelter was already connected.

"Wow, it's raining, it's raining!"

It was the first time I saw Moore who was raining since he was born. At this time, he was invigorated and rushed out, shouting in the rain.

The warm rain fell on Moore's smooth fur, like a massage, and the cool Moore rolled directly in the snow.

Shaking his head, watching Oreo also run out to go crazy, and looking at most of the fruits that were piled on the ground and recovered, Soma also had his own happiness.

Before moving in, he bought an excellent-grade comfortable folding reclining chair, picked up an apple, sat in front of the gate, and Soma ate leisurely.

hiss...

So sweet!

Although the apple trees have not been pruned, the density of fruit bearing is far beyond the maximum planned in modern agriculture.

However, with the addition of only one delicious attribute at the rare level, the stimulation of these fruits to the taste buds is still beyond Soma's imagination.

Every time you take a sip, the juice of the apple oozes out, and you can sincerely feel what it means to be sweet but not greasy!

Leisurely reclining chairs, rainy curtains, fresh fruits.

A bear who likes to roll in the rain, Erha who likes to flutter, and two chickens that fly around.

With Soma hurriedly dealing with the remaining matters, in such a quiet and peaceful atmosphere, this welfare disaster can be considered to have come to an end.

At Candlelight Refuge, after Soma decisively signaled to give up the harvest, everyone returned to the house and began to hide from the rain.

With food, it does not mean that physical fitness can be restored.

As far as the bodies of the refugees are now exhausted, if they don't pay attention, they catch a cold and have a fever. Even with Soma's treatment, it will take a long time to recover, which is not worth the loss.

In addition, the materials that have been harvested so far are already enough!

Not to mention the spring wheat that has accumulated like a hill, the vegetables that have been harvested are piled up in every resident's house.

With Soma's order, the refugees didn't dare to go out, so they could only go back to the house, looking at the place where they had almost no feet, showing an expression of not knowing whether to cry or laugh.

People, when they are poor and afraid, will do this.

All of a sudden, the sudden wealth of goods made everyone feel a trace of unreality, and only this "timely rain" extinguished the fire in everyone's hearts and forced them to calm down.

Of course, with the prolonged heavy rain, all the refugees had to go out with umbrellas to loosen the blocked drains, for fear that the rain would last for a few days and drown the food and supplies that had been collected with great difficulty.

"The rain that is close to zero, or below five or six degrees, hits the snow and will form a thick layer of ice."

"But according to the current temperature, the rain will come down, and the solid snow will begin to melt."

"The next disaster, 99% of the time, may be..."

"Flood!"

Every drop of rainwater carrying "high temperature" hits the solid snow surface, as if water was poured into a frying pan.

On the ice surface, countless tiny air bubbles appeared, mixed with rainwater and dripped on the ground, and were greedily absorbed by the vegetation on the ground.

Sitting at the gate, staying from morning to noon, and then from noon to afternoon.

After the material statistician of the United Candlelight Refuge has completed the measurement of all the materials, he rubbed his slightly numb shoulders, and Soma stood up.

"Wait until tomorrow to pull everything back, as long as there are no accidents, you will no longer have to worry about living materials!"

Using the weighing function of the system, Candlelight Refuge has already counted the harvest of various crops under this welfare disaster.

Among them, as Soma, who can account for 70% of the share, the number of crops that can be distributed is terrifying.

There were five rounds of spring wheat planting, and the total area of ​​the five plantings was 929 mu~www.novelbuddy.com~ The average yield of the five times was 1,846 catties per mu!

Taken together, the total wheat harvest this time, after erasing some fractions and consumption, the remaining amount is 1.71 million catties.

Because of the weather, most of the wheat did not get enough drying time, so the flour yield was slightly lower than expected.

72%!

1.71 million catties of wheat can be milled into a total of 1.23 million catties of flour. Multiplying this number by the share that Soma can get, the answer is...

860,000 catties!

Converted to tons, a full 430 tons!

The volume of flour is 0.52g/cm3, and one cubic meter can hold 500 kilograms of flour. In just three days, just by relying on a welfare disaster, Soma accumulated enough to fill 800 cubic meters of flour.

"My dear, this is a big problem for me."

Before planting, even though Soma had prepared in his heart, but now...

After looking at the calculated data and the amount of powder in a wave of 800 cubic meters, Soma's face showed a happy "trouble".

With so much food, how to design space for storage?

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