Chapter 731 The Law of Disaster, Terrifying Fog!

June 16, Year 8 of the Last Calendar, 5pm.

Several large clouds floated in the afterglow of the setting sun, reflecting like fire.

Many migrant workers who had rested for the whole day began to go out, preparing to find food and work at night.

However, after the explosion last night.

Although everyone could still maintain a smile on their faces, they were a little scared in their hearts.

This is a super large territory ranked among the top in the New World!

In the past, no one dared to come to Tianyuan Territory to attack, and it was estimated that the Inspection Department would have dealt with it clearly before the plan was started.

But this time, not only did the Inspection Department not make any external announcements, but all the guards kept silent.

This feeling even seemed like the explosion last night had never happened.

"Never mind, we'll leave after the summer harvest anyway. If other people want to mess with Tianyuan Territory, it has nothing to do with us."

"That's right, the explosion last night looked fierce, but in fact, no one was hurt at all. I heard from the higher-ups that they should handle it coldly."

"Handle it coldly, no way, isn't this a slap in the face of the territory? Can it be handled coldly?"

Several idle men with rice bowls squatted at the door of the restaurant, slurping the noodles in the bowls and chatting.

The weather was hot, and the steam from the bowls steamed up, burning them all with stinky sweat.

But this roadside restaurant is full of big men, and no one cares.

On the contrary, a few more people gathered around and started chatting.

After a while, as more and more people came, the topics of discussion began to become more and more unrestrained.

The owner of the restaurant was also afraid that these "key kings" would cause trouble, so he had to stand up and walk into the crowd.

However.

Just when he took a few steps, two more people came in from the flank of the crowd.

One of them looked strong and had lumps of flesh all over his body, while the other had shifty eyes and started to speak:

"Hey, have you gone to see the new contract of Zizailiangfang?"

Just now, they were talking about why the lord of Tianyuan Territory had disappeared for so long. After being interrupted, some people in the crowd immediately expressed displeasure.

But when they heard the four words "Zizailiangfang" and the new contract, everyone's attention was drawn again.

"What new contract?!!"

"It's the new contract that doesn't require harvesting, but only requires picking up wheat in the fields. This workload is not a little less, but we can still get half of it?"

"Half? Only require picking up? Are you kidding me?"

"That's right, if you really need to pick up, then it's giving us money, and we can get money just by bending over"

"Don't spread rumors and let Zizailiangfang know, otherwise you won't recognize me after being beaten"

Several lazy men put down their bowls with an expression of disbelief.

But what he didn't expect was that the man with shifty eyes still patted his chest and promised:

"Who is teasing you? If you don't believe me, let's go and see!"

Now, seeing his confident look.

Everyone stopped talking, stood up, and left quickly in the surprised eyes of the shop owner.

If the news is false, then they will have made a wasted trip at most, just take it as a walk after dinner.

But if the news is true, then there is nothing to say.

For this kind of money-making job, whoever runs faster will definitely get it!

The slow person can't even drink the soup.

"There are many people who come to sign up. The preliminary estimate is more than 3,000 people, and many of them are from Qiankun Grain Store who have violated the contract."

"If we don't limit it, we can collect at least 5,000 more people tonight!"

Standing in front of the store, looking at the long queue that can't be seen at the end, Sun Quan reported hurriedly.

This scene really surprised him.

Before, the best number estimated by everyone was only 5,000 people.

But with the impact of this "explosion" that can be called a stroke of genius, many people are panicking and no longer think about working hard.

In this way, this job that only requires picking wheat has become a hot commodity.

Not only can you make money easily, but you can also detect danger in advance and avoid it.

Even if the Qiankun Grain Store on the opposite side bites the bullet and raises the previous treatment by one point and continues to make concessions, it cannot stop the surging flow of people to Zizai Liangfang.

"Don't worry, there will be more people after tonight"

"Prepare an emergency plan, I need to wait for all our Liangfang employees to receive the news in time"

"Also, the harvest tonight must start on time, even if you can't organize everyone to go, you must move!"

After listening to Sun Quan's report, Su Mo nodded frequently, and his slightly frowned brows slowly relaxed.

After taking back the two harvesters that Baoyu Heavy Industry had already made, and personally went to the field to supervise and review the harvest results.

For this summer harvest, he has a sure grasp.

At full power, small and medium-sized harvesters on Earth can only harvest at an efficiency of ten acres per hour, and they need to stop every four hours to cool the engine.

But these two wasteland version harvesters.

The type 2 agricultural energy stone engine alone is unstoppable.

This engine not only does not need to rest, but also reduces the energy consumption burden of the engine during continuous work, and continuously provides sufficient energy to all parts of the harvester.

And the effect of the buffer alloy is also amazing.

Even the fragile Spark No. 3 wheat will not be shaken into pieces by the sharp blade, and the main body can still be guaranteed to be intact when it falls to the ground.

According to the results of the first use, this harvester can harvest at least hundreds of acres of land per hour, which is about the size of six or seven football fields.

In three days, each machine can take away the burden of at least 7,000 acres of land.

In addition to those ordinary people who still choose to use the stone sickle to harvest.

Not to mention the 15,000 acres contracted by Zizai Liangfang, even if the 13,000 acres of Qiankun Grain Store are included, it is not a big problem.

"It's a pity that the majority was taken away by the territory, otherwise I would build more than a dozen of them."

"These hundreds of thousands of acres of land, let me harvest them all by myself, wouldn't it be comfortable?" After sighing for a while, Su Mo put away his thoughts.

In the past, when there were many private Liangfangs, the contracted land could be up to 60,000 to 70,000 acres.

But in the past two years, after vicious competition, the outflow of land has become less and less, and most of them have returned to the territory.

Like this time, the majority of foreign workers were absorbed by Sangtian Town's own harvesting factory.

They alone are estimated to have included no less than 100,000 people, not only engaged in wheat and rice harvesting. They are also responsible for the cultivation and picking of some vegetables. The work is so busy that even an iron man would be scared.

"Okay, don't watch them sign up here, go back and rest."

"For the next three days, forget it, you will know after tonight." Su Mo waved his hand.

"Okay, I'll go in and sleep for a while." The two entered the inner hall together and then separated.

Su Mo was left alone to return to the laboratory and sit in front of the clean and tidy micro-operation platform.

He suddenly thought of those who were willing to take a meager income in the official plantation but still unwilling to quit and join the private Liangfang.

Perhaps they are truly sober.

Ordinary people are powerless to resist disasters, and they can only rely on powerful territories.

Working in private Liangfang, they can only get some seemingly generous income in a short period of time to meet their future lives.

But in the long run.

Although the official plantation has low wages, it often uses status as a temptation to reward those who work hard.

And as long as you participate in the summer harvest for five consecutive years and achieve good results, you can directly join the territory as a planting worker.

Now, it is the fourth year since the summer harvest of the territory began.

If you persist until next year, perhaps someone can join the territory in this way, no longer be a wandering prodigal, and completely own a home.

"Identity is indeed a double-edged sword for the wasteland. Sometimes the disadvantages outweigh the advantages, and sometimes the advantages outweigh the disadvantages."

"It cannot be said that their choice is right or wrong, and time will prove it."

Sweeping away these messy thoughts, Su Mo raised his hand and took out a few neatly printed books from the table pocket.

This was collected by him after listening to Zhang Min's narration of the hail disaster and returning to Liangfang.

It records the specific circumstances and evolution of each disaster since humans crossed into the wasteland.

Some people collected these disasters, made their own regular analysis, and attached corresponding coping methods to each disaster to sell and make money.

Some people combined the touching deeds in these disasters and wrote one heroic story after another to satisfy human beings' pursuit of hope.

Others selected the territories or individuals who performed well in each disaster, summarized their disaster relief measures and spread them, in order to get more people to join this plan and improve the survival knowledge that every human should know.

Different original intentions and purposes.

Making money is the result of these best-selling books, but what they promote has indeed helped many people over the years.

Opening the first "Wasteland Disaster History", Su Mo's mind slowly sank, and he began to read from the preface word by word.

The person who wrote this book, named Zheng Shiguang, was originally a geographer on Earth.

When he came to the wasteland, he was lucky to use the knowledge he learned to survive the initial difficulties.

Then, by chance, he joined the Dragon Flag Shelter, which is currently the first among human beings.

Now, there is not much pressure on survival, and supplies are not so scarce.

Zheng Shiguang has devoted his mind to the study of disasters from the beginning, trying to find the law in it.

From the first year, in the next eight years, he went to many places in the wasteland in person, and he also measured the new continent several times with his feet.

This historical record records what he has seen and heard in the past eight years, as well as various analyses of disasters.

Turning down, Su Mo did not skip the disasters he had experienced before, and still wanted to concentrate on seeing Zheng Shiguang's analysis of the previous disasters.

But after a few glances, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Wow, this Zheng Shiguang turned out to be a Su fan, no wonder so many people are willing to buy his book and listen to his stories"

The whole page should clearly record the difficult situation of human beings in the previous disasters.

But Zheng Shiguang is different. He wrote about the impact of the human Su God on the disasters and boasted about the great deeds of the human Su God.

After reading this page alone, although there is no audience analysis, Su Mo can also think that it will attract most Su fans, and they will definitely buy it without thinking and collect it.

He continued to read patiently for a while, and finally saw the first year of winter disasters coming, and Su Mo was excited again.

The winter disasters described in the book are the same as those in the real wasteland.

They are blizzards, storms, and a big drop in temperature.

The lethality of these three disasters was not strong, and the human army was in the deep sea at the time, so they did not have much perception.

Zheng Shiguang only described it briefly and passed it over.

But he used a full page to describe the next series of disasters in detail.

"Mist?"

Su Mo frowned after scanning these two words.

According to Zheng Shiguang, when the last storm ended, the game immediately notified the theme of the next series of disasters.

Unlike this winter, humans can know its meaning at a glance.

The word "mist" looks very unfamiliar, and the specific description of the disaster is enough to make people confused.

‘The fog is the first long-term disaster to appear in the wasteland’

‘The disaster lasted for three cycles, 36 days, 72 days, and 144 days respectively’

‘The fog visibility in the new world for 36 days is two meters, 72 days is three meters, and 144 days is the maximum, but only five meters’

‘In the deep sea, because the disaster amplitude is reduced, all values ​​are magnified ten times, but it still affects normal human actions’

The summary paragraph by Zheng Shiguang at the beginning roughly describes the disaster in the second half of the first year.

Then, he analyzed it from a specific perspective:

‘The fog disaster was not a direct disaster of destruction, but a deliberate attempt to provoke disputes between humans and aliens’

‘According to what later generations said and information collected from various sources, because of the existence of fog, the wars between territories on the New World increased dozens of times out of thin air, and more and more frictions intensified along with the impact of fog on life. Every day, those "territories" that were established and difficult to move had to worry about whether a group of crazy predators would rush out of the fog, and lone wolves had to worry about whether they would run into a group of crazy enemies while walking in the fog’

‘The heavy fog caused most humans to suffer from severe rheumatic bone disease, which brought unbearable pain every time it was cloudy, greatly affecting work efficiency, and the continuous high humidity also caused human buildings and previously preserved food to be corroded, greatly increasing the difficulty of survival’

‘According to accurate statistics, respiratory diseases caused by fog have harvested nearly a quarter of the human population, as many as 500 million people. In addition, due to the fact that humans have been unable to access sunlight for half a year, the ultraviolet radiation is insufficient, and the body's vitamin D production is insufficient, which greatly reduces the absorption of calcium, making most people's bodies more fragile and more difficult to adapt to the sudden change of the wasteland rhythm'

'The fog is undoubtedly a fatal threat to the growth of crops. Although there is a one-year repair period that Su Shen has fought for, the game still puts down the fog in order to limit the speed of human farming, which still leads to being in the deep sea. Everyone has not been able to accumulate sufficient food. Until leaving the deep sea to the new world, there is only a 200-day reserve per person'

'In terms of transportation, the fog completely isolates the medium and long-distance communication between the humans in the new world and the human territory, so that all human gatherings can only fight and develop on their own; in the deep sea, the fog also greatly affects the risk of ships going out to sea. Almost every day, there are ships lost on the route and disappear in the vast ocean with supplies'

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Dozens of hazards occupy most of the space.

Although Zheng Shiguang had no intention of intimidating or creating anxiety, Su Mo felt a chill on his back just by reading the words he wrote.

In terms of direct harm, this six-month-long foggy weather is nothing compared to the upcoming hail disaster that will last for three days.

But in terms of indirect harm, hail can't even catch up!

"Damn, no wonder I didn't see those magical plants I planted before in the territory"

"So! It's because of this damn fog!"

"Half a year of fog, no sunlight, even with psionic water, it can't stand it!"