Chapter 205: Crazy Farming, Six-Digit Yield!

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

After cleaning up, the Candlelight Plain has become "safe", but at night without electric lights, darkness still shrouds everyone's hearts, forming the most primitive fear of mankind. Google search reading

Unseen, the combat effectiveness was directly reduced by two-thirds, and even if they encountered a weaker alien race, it would be difficult to win.

Therefore, the closing time of most shelters, including candlelight shelters, is generally when the sun is about to set.

In addition to the time wasted after checking the tools and other things, I returned to the shelter just in time to catch the sun setting and darkness coming.

After a while, under the thunderous voice of combat supervisor Qi Qin, everyone walked back from the ground one after another, found their own place in the queue, and sat on the ground.

All of these people's faces were covered in black soil, and their clothes had large areas of stains wet with sweat.

But after sitting on the ground, no one complained about how tiring the work today was. Instead, they happily shared with the people around them how much they had dug, how many crops they could plant, and how much food they could produce by then.

While talking, some people with farm work experience would stand up and share their experiences with everyone.

Simple Chinese people always find various ways to relieve their depression when facing disasters.

Looking at these people, Sumo, who had been standing under the sun for a day, also felt some comfort in his heart.

Supervising work is not an easy job.

In particular, some refugees were basically white-collar workers in the city before they crossed over, or they were clerks sitting in offices.

I don't know anything about this kind of menial work. Even with the guidance of others, some incomprehensible dangers often occur.

for example

When I put the hoe down, I almost lost my foot!

Another example is when you shovel the ground with a shovel, but the shovel is inserted into the ground, but the force is too weak to lift it up or pull it out.

There are even outrageous people who use firewood to boil water, and when a gust of wind blows, their eyebrows will be raised, and they will run around in fear.

In this situation, Sumo naturally stepped forward to help.

He was busy here and there all day long. Although he did not do farm work, compared to fighting with kobolds and lions, this kind of painful and joyful farming still made every part of his body sore.

However, the benefits are still obvious.

After a day of contact, all the refugees, with Sumo's various inadvertent help, finally understood the "Suma" in Chen Shen's mouth.

There is less "awe" from hearsay and more "admiration" for truly strong heroes.

Of course, the most important thing is respect.

"Oh, you said that Su Mo is so much younger than me. Calling me Su Shen feels too alienating, and calling me brother Su Mo feels like I am trying to offend others. What do you think we should call us?"

Sitting on the ground, a man with a simple face was discussing with the people next to him in an innocent manner, and occasionally glanced at Somo who was standing on the mountain ridge.

"I'm worried too. Do you think what Director Wu said this morning can be accomplished? Let Su Shen come and lead our shelter. When the time comes,"

Before she finished speaking, the middle-aged woman giggled. It seemed that joining the shelter led by Somo was the greatest happiness in the wasteland.

"In my opinion, this time is also one of the tests that Brother Sumo gives us. Whoever works well can join. If anyone is lazy and is noticed, he may be kicked out, no matter for what reason. In order to survive, or for you to understand, everyone must work hard!"

"That's that that's"

"It's necessary. If anyone is lazy, I'll be the first to look down on him!"

Amidst the noise, chatting about household matters and talking nonsense are also one of the few pastimes for the refugees in the wasteland.

Compared with the civilized era, when you are working hard, others are also working hard. Every industry is being crazily involved, and it is difficult to achieve results. Every day is different.

In the post-apocalyptic wasteland, as long as you are willing to work hard and put in your own physical strength, you will see gains and your life will get better!

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

Of course, at this moment, Sumo was not idle either. After watching everyone gather and report and count, he slowly came to the center of the field.

Pressing down with both hands, under the illumination of the excavator's headlights, everyone ordered and prohibited, and the voices of gossip quickly disappeared.

For a moment, no one spoke, and the only sound left on the candlelit plain was the rustle of the wind blowing across the fields and touching the branches of the plants.

"Great! Well done to everyone!"

"Standing here today, I see the efforts made by everyone and the hard work of everyone who wants to survive in this apocalyptic wasteland. I am very happy that everyone has this awareness!"

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

After saying that, Sumo took the lead and started clapping. The refugees below also became excited, and crackling sounds could be heard.

Ten seconds later, as Somo pressed down with his hands again, the applause stopped, and the planting captain Pei Shao walked up.

"Today is the 26th of January in the Doomsday Calendar, and it is also the second day of our planting and clearing up wasteland. There are still three days left before the disaster strikes!"

"Family members, compatriots, all the people in the Candlelight Shelter, here, I want to report some gratifying data to you, Director Su."

"On the first day of land reclamation, the Candlelight Shelter reclaimed a total of three acres of land"

"But today, which is the second day of land reclamation, we have completed yesterday's goal dozens of times!"

"Our record today is!!!"

"Seventy-three acres!"

He slowly spit out a number that shocked everyone, looking at the table recording the data in his hand, and listening 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, plant spring wheat, that would be 50,000 kilograms of grain!"

"According to the standard configuration, this 50,000 kilograms of grain alone is enough for us to eat for more than a whole year"

"As long as we can hold on until the grain is harvested, we don't have to worry about food for the next year!"

He choked and spit out the numbers on the paper. After reporting today's record, Pei Shao retreated with the help of Wu Feiguang.

The disaster lasted for three days.

Ordinary quality spring wheat is only enough to plant about one round, and it is just about the same when the harvest time is taken into account.

If we can still open up about 200 mu of land tomorrow and the day after tomorrow at the same efficiency as today, including Su Mo's dividends, the food left for these refugees will be enough to feed them for more than a year.

As the largest landlord, the amount of food that can be accumulated from so much land and given to one person is simply unimaginable!

However, the biggest problem at present is ignored by Pei Shao, the half-baked farming team leader.

Seeds!

How can we plant 200 mu of land without seeds!

The sowing amount of spring wheat is generally between 7-10 kilograms. According to the fertility of the land in the Candlelight Plain, the sowing amount must be increased to 10 kilograms to obtain the maximum benefit.

According to 20 kilograms per mu of land, 200 mu of land needs 4,000 kilograms of seeds for sowing at a time.

With so many seeds, even if Su Mo slaughtered more than 2,000 aliens, it is estimated that he could not make up such a huge number.

"We must think of a way to get the seeds. We can't just sit there and watch these fields. This welfare disaster has been wasted!"

With the worry on his mind, Su Mo hastily took out the ten shovels he had prepared in the morning and distributed them one by one according to the list reported by Chen Shen.

Of course, this link is very powerful in winning people's hearts. The ten refugees who received the shovels had completely changed their eyes at this time. It seemed that anyone who dared to say a bad word about Su Mo would go up and fight!

Nodding and giving a few instructions, Su Mo stopped waiting and turned to sit on King Kong after watching everyone gather together and return to the Candlelight Shelter.

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

It was Oreo who was hiding aside during the day and doing his duty faithfully!

"You must be hungry, dear. I'll make you something delicious when I get home later!"

Except for the time at noon when Oreo showed up and took away a piece of pancake, Oreo patrolled around the farmland and monitored the possible dangers nearby.

Dogs are always the best companions of humans.

This is especially true in the wasteland of the end of the world!

Looking at Oreo's honest smile, Su Mo, who was a little worried, felt much better.

Opening the valve and pushing the handle, King Kong slowly paddled back along the way he came.

When the speed reached a limit, a yellowish-brown light lit up on the track, and the speed increased by three times with visible efficiency!

Once is new, twice is familiar.

Driving the sturdy King Kong, Su Mo ignored the small obstacles along the way and directly hit them, forcibly crushing them and rushing forward.

The powerful off-road capability brought by the tracks is simply not comparable to that of a small car. After rushing all the way back to the vicinity of the underground shelter, Su Mo was shocked to find that time was more than ten minutes faster than when he came here in the morning.

"I really hope that the ruins of Zhong Qingshu will come tomorrow, otherwise it will be too late!"

After parking the King Kong and taking another look at the moonlit night sky of the wasteland, Su Mo slowly entered the underground shelter with heavy steps.

The headlights were on and the door was lowered.

Unlike the pitiful torches in the candlelight shelter, the night and day in the underground shelter are no different.

Light filled every corner.

After changing his armor and combat uniform and drying them in the garage, Su Mo opened the stone door and went straight to the breeding room.

As expected, in the culture medium, the three cabbages in the middle have entered their maturity period!