Chapter 242 Half a Year, the Real Harm of Floods

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

To be fair, the sound of the harvester's horn was not pleasant, and even a little harsh!

But it was this harsh familiar sound that made the refugees who had seen the harvester on Earth react.

"Harvester, it's really a harvester, Su Shen made a harvester!"

"My God, I heard that Su Shen was buying blueprints a few days ago, and now it has been made?"

"There are harvesters, and there won't be other automated machines?"

The closer the two mechanical monsters got, the louder the roar of the engine became. This sound seemed to play the melody in the blood of every refugee.

Even Chen Shen, who usually boasted that he could handle things calmly, 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, revealing a trace of curiosity.

On the other side, looking at all the refugees who had been prepared, Su Mo did not hesitate, and directly stopped the car and opened the door.

According to the previous plan, after watching Oreo on the co-pilot seat rush out first and disappear from sight like a silver lightning, Su Mo straightened the hem of his combat uniform and slowly got out of the car.

Oreo was on guard, and Moore was responsible for clearing the scene.

Looking at the expectant crowd, Su Mo took out the seeds from the storage space and piled them on the ground:

"I brought the seeds, so there is no time to waste, let's start sowing!"

The seeds of the excellent grade naturally have a layer of light fluorescence, which is very conspicuous in the absence of light pollution in the wasteland today.

"Brother Su, we all have this harvester, so should we change the share, otherwise it will be right"

There are two different efficiencies and speeds with a harvester and without a harvester.

Moreover, as long as enough fuel can be provided, a lot of manpower can be saved for subsequent farming and sowing.

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

After taking a look at the nervous refugees in the front row of the Candlelight Shelter, Su Mo smiled.

"Not only the harvester, but also the subsequent rotary tiller and flour mill, I can provide them, but after four or five rounds of planting, I need everyone to cooperate with me to plant other things"

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

Speaking the names of seven or eight crops in one breath, looking at the people who were completely dumbfounded, Su Mo shrugged and continued to take out seeds.

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

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

After four or five seconds, seeing that everyone was still staring blankly ahead, thinking about something in their heads, Su Mo had no choice but to wave his hand helplessly:

"Okay, okay, if there is anything, wait until we have harvested a wave, don't wait until 12 o'clock and the seeds haven't been planted yet."

The refugees who were still immersed in shock also reacted after Su Mo said this, and immediately put on a smile that could not be dispelled on their faces. Everyone was ready to fight and lined up in a long line according to the previous arrangement.

240 acres of land. In the process of opening up the land in these days, the Candlelight Shelter has gradually gathered some refugees who were previously deployed nearby.

There are currently 133 adults, six 17-year-old minors, and a baby still in swaddling clothes in the shelter.

Among them, there are only 46 men, so the task volume for each person is 5 acres of land, sharing a total of 115 acres.

The six minors, one acre of land each, share 6 acres.

As for the remaining women, except for a few necessary logistics to ensure that the workers had food and water, each person was allocated 5 mu, which was just enough to solve all the arable land.

At this time, Chen Shen stood at the front. Every time a person's name was called, the corresponding person came forward to receive the seeds for his own arable land.

Standing beside Chen Shen, after receiving the salute of every refugee and watching everyone start planting according to the previous allocation, Su Mo, who had been tense, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Except for the special case of Zhong Qingshu, everyone in the Candlelight Shelter, including the management, had to work.

Fortunately, the old master in the Candlelight Shelter has trained everyone how to plant these days. Walking on the road on the ridge, Su Mo began to look left and right, but couldn't find any problems.

"In the civilized era, if you want to grow crops well, unless you like it very much or it has been passed down for generations, not many people are willing to do this kind of hard work."

"In the wasteland, everyone who doesn't grow crops will die. In this way, whether it is the learning speed or the attitude towards growing crops, they are too serious!"

After turning around, Su Mo nodded silently when he saw several minors planting crops in a serious manner.

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

Even if Su Mo doesn't need to continue to stand by and supervise, these people have also exerted their strength, one crazier than the other.

"How is it? Didn't you expect this efficiency?"

"I didn't expect it. Who would have known that these people who were white-collar workers and students a month ago could adapt so quickly?"

Seeing Su Mo standing on the ridge in a daze, Zhong Qingshu quietly walked over without knowing when.

"What a pity. When the next disaster comes, I hope everyone here can survive!"

Shaking his head, Su Mo was a little worried about the future of these people when he thought of the upcoming punishment disaster flood.

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

If there are no variables, all mankind will have to endure a flood baptism of up to 180 days.

But fortunately, this time it triggered a welfare disaster, and most people will not have a problem to get food for half a year.

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

"Oh?"

Looking at Zhong Qingshu's meaningful eyes, Su Mo looked in the direction of her eyes.

It happened to be the building complex of the Candlelight Shelter!

"Assuming that the upcoming flood lasts for 180 days and then recedes because the disaster is over, human survival is not a problem"

"People in low places will migrate to higher places, and people at the bottom of the mountain will go up the mountain. If it doesn't work, they can spend some points and materials to build a small boat to survive"

"But the shelters created by everyone using the core will be gone, right!"

Although a small number of people have abandoned the shelters created by the game and choose to build their own houses, trying not to rely on the game for anything.

But more than 70% of people still live in the game shelters and must rely on the various functions of the game panel to survive.

When the big flood comes, it will be a devastating disaster for all underground shelters, not to mention the wooden houses on the ground.

When the 180-day flood is over, these people's underground shelters will not have magical blessings or high technology to resist.

After the flood recedes, all that will be left is a mess.

As for the small wooden houses on the ground, they may have been built on high places early on, and they can still find ways to resist, but those on the low places also need to be abandoned.

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

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

"If this continues, human technology will be stuck in a bottleneck even if it is restored to the state before we traveled through it in ten or twenty years."

"But who can say for sure what will happen in a few decades? Maybe our Su Shen will lead everyone to rise up!"

As if she was afraid of putting too much pressure on Su Mo, Zhong Qingshu finished speaking, tilted her head and thought about it, and told a cold joke that made people shudder.

"If you really say so, then I will lead everyone to rise up."

"This disaster has not come yet. Who can say for sure? Maybe I will trigger another disaster and the flood will be gone directly."

It has never been Su Mo's style to worry about the future. Seeing the worry in Zhong Qingshu's eyes, Su Mo endured it and still did not tell others that he had the Shanhai Painting Scroll Card.

If humans really have to face the stage of life and death, as long as Su Mo uses this card, the flood will recede within a day.

At that time, mountains will rise, rivers will rise, oceans will be directly generated, and everywhere will become a large plain 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 of the field, after finishing this topic, the two began to chat casually.

Compared with Zhong Qingshu in the time ruins, she in the real world is more independent in mentality and her thoughts are closer to the end of the world.

Su Mo also absorbed some different ideas on many small issues.

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

Time passed by minute by minute, and at this time, no one complained of being tired or in pain.

Even if the waist had protested, everyone still firmly repeated the actions of bending, putting down, raising the waist, and taking.

A green moon, different from the strange red moon when disaster strikes, also quietly climbed up the sky.

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

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

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

Two acres is not much, not little, even a few children have completed their tasks and sat next to their own land waiting for the disaster to come.

"How great it is, in the wasteland, where there are so many worries, where there is so much need to look ahead and behind"

"Live in the present, live well in the present, is the most correct thinking, look at them, how happy!"

Standing up, afraid of patting the dirt on the combat uniform, he pulled up Zhong Qingshu, whose legs were numb, and the two stood side by side.

Looking at the refugees scattered widely under the green light, and then looking at the faces of several people nearby, although tired, but full of happiness.

For the first time, Su Mo understood why every time the sky fell, there would always be tall people to hold it up.

The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility.

When you really reach that level of thought, the so-called "tall people" may no longer pursue personal safety.

Buzz buzz buzz

While thinking, when the clock struck twelve on the game panel, the welfare disaster

Finally came!