Chapter 205: Crazy farming, six-digit output!
"Okay, okay, it's done, it's done, come back soon!"
After cleaning up, the Candlelight Plain has become "safe", but without electric lights At night, darkness still shrouds everyone's hearts, forming the most primitive fear of mankind.
Unseen, the combat effectiveness was directly reduced by two-thirds. Even if it encounters a weaker alien race, it will be difficult to win.
Therefore, most shelters, including candlelight shelters, usually close 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.
The faces of these people were all black, and their clothes had large areas of marks that were wet with sweat.
But after sitting on the ground, no one complained about how tiring the work was today. Instead, they happily shared with the people around them how much they had dug, how many crops they could plant, and how much they could harvest by then. How much food come out.
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.
Supervision is not a simple job.
In particular, some refugees were basically white-collar workers in the city or clerks sitting in offices before they crossed over.
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 own feet!
Another example is if 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 a gust of wind blows, which will make their eyebrows light up and scare them all the way.
When encountering 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 should we be called?"
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 lead our shelter, then."
Before he finished speaking, Zhong The young woman giggled, as if 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 Big Brother Sumo gives us. Whoever works well can join. If anyone is lazy and is noticed, he may be forced to join. Kick him out, whether it’s for yourself, for survival, or for... you know, everyone must do a good job!”
"That's that, that's"
"It's necessary. If anyone is lazy, I'll be the first to look down on him!"
In the midst of the quarrel, chatting about household matters and talking nonsense, It is also one of the few recreational activities for refugees in the wasteland.
Compared with the civilized era, when you are working hard, he is 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. 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 while, no one spoke, and there was only the rustle of the wind blowing across the fields and touching the branches of the plants on the candlelit plain.
“Great! Well done to everyone!”
"Standing here today, I see the efforts of 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 all became excited, and crackling sounds were heard.
Ten seconds later, as Sumo pressed down with his hands again, the applause stopped, and the planting team leader Pei Shao walked up.
“Today is January 26th in the Doomsday Calendar, and it is also the second day of our planting and clearing up wasteland. There are still three days before the disaster strikes!” “Family members, compatriots, all the people in the candlelight shelters are People here, I want to report some gratifying data to you, Director Su”
“On the first day of land reclamation, Candlelight Shelter opened up a total of three acres of land.”
“But today, the second day of land reclamation, we completed yesterday’s goal dozens of times. !"
"Our record today is!"
"Seventy-three acres!"
Slowly spit out a number that shocked everyone, looked at the table recording the data in his hand, and listened 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 and spring wheat, that’s 50,000 kilograms of grain!”
“According to standard equipment, this alone Fifty thousand kilograms of grain is enough for us to eat for more than a whole year."
"As long as we can survive the harvest, we won't have to worry about food in the next year!"
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Choking, he spit out the numbers on the paper, and after reporting today's results, Pei Shao retreated with the support of Wu Feiguang.
The disaster lasted three days.
Ordinary quality spring wheat is only enough for about one round of planting. Counting the harvest time, it is just about the same.
If tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, according to today's efficiency, about two hundred acres of land can be opened, including Somo's dividends, the food left for these refugees will be enough for more than a year.
As the largest landowner, the food accumulated from so much land can be given to one person. That number is simply unimaginable!
However, the biggest problem at present has been ignored by Pei Shao, the half-hearted farming captain.
Seeds!
How can you plant 200 acres of land without seeds!
The sowing rate of spring wheat is generally between 7-10 kilograms. Judging from the fertility of the land in Candlelight Plain, the sowing rate must be 10 kilograms to obtain the maximum benefit.
Based on the calculation of 20 kilograms per acre of land, 4,000 kilograms of seeds are needed for one sowing of 200 acres of land.
With so many seeds, even if Sumo slaughtered two thousand aliens, he probably wouldn't be able to assemble such a huge number.
"The seeds must find some way, we can't just leave these fields dry, this welfare disaster will be wasted!"
With sorrow weighing on my heart, I am not sure about the next step. In the encouragement session, Somo hastily took out the ten shovels prepared in the morning and handed them out one by one according to the list provided by Chen's review report.
Of course, the ability to win people's hearts at this stage is extremely powerful. The eyes of the ten refugees who received the shovels had completely changed. It seemed that anyone who dared to say a bad word about Sumo would dare to go up and fight to the death!
Nodding, giving a few instructions, and watching everyone gather and return to the Candlelight Sanctuary, Soma stopped waiting and turned around to sit on King Kong.
In the dark night, in the sky and earth, a black and white shadow quickly struck, leaping into the cockpit.
It is Oreo who is hiding aside during the day and doing his duty faithfully!
“You’re hungry, be good, I’ll prepare something delicious for you when I get home later!”
Except at noon, Oreo showed up on his own initiative and took a piece of big cake in his mouth. The rest of the time, Oreo patrols around the farmland constantly, watching for possible dangers nearby.
Dogs are always man’s best companions.
This is even more true in the apocalyptic wasteland!
Looking at Oreo's honest smiling face, Sumo, who was slightly sad, felt a lot better.
Open the valve, push the handle, and King Kong slowly rows back along the path he came from.
After the speed reached a limit value, a khaki light lit up on the track, and the traveling speed increased three times with efficiency visible to the naked eye!
Once alive, twice familiar.
Driving a solid King Kong, Sumo ignored the small obstacles along the way and ran directly into them, crushing them forcefully and rushing forward.
The powerful off-road capabilities brought by the tracks are not comparable to that of a small car. He went all the way. When he returned to the underground shelter, Sumo was shocked to find that the time was more than ten minutes faster than when he got up in the morning. minute.
“I really hope that the ruins over Zhong Qingshu’s side will arrive tomorrow, otherwise, it will be too late!”
Parked the King Kong and took another look at the moonless night sky of the wasteland Finally, dragging heavy steps, Somo slowly entered the underground shelter.
The headlights are on and the door is lowered.
Unlike candlelight shelters with few pitiful torches, there is no difference between night and day in underground shelters.
Light fills every corner.
Suma changed out of his armor and combat uniform and left them to dry in the garage. After opening the stone door, Somo went straight to the breeding room.
Sure enough, in the culture medium, the three Chinese cabbages in the middle have entered their maturity stage!
(End of this chapter)