Chapter 233 Preparation, the last busy day (please vote)
The problem of lack of diesel oil has been solved. After recording it in the material requirements, Sumo turned around and returned to the third floor.
After the problem of the harvester is solved, the two remaining design drawings on the table are much simpler.
Not to mention the flour grinder, the rotary tiller is just a tractor with a rotary tiller shaft. There is no technical difficulty at all.
And because the drawings I got were of an inclined rotary tiller shaft, without too much thinking or system help, I just relied on the workbench, and before two o'clock in the night, Somo also did it. Completed the entire rotary cultivator shell.
"The workbench is easy to use, but it is difficult to make big things. When the disaster is over, we must make the cutting machine quickly to make it convenient."
After finishing the main body part, As the cutter head in the rotary tiller shaft for farming, it can only rely on the system to slowly bond small parts, and finally form a large piece.
Fortunately, the copper and iron purchased last time were very abundant, and we finally did not encounter any problems in terms of materials.
Time passed minute by minute, calling Moore back and forth to carry things up to the first floor.
When the iron blocks on hand were gone, the last part of the rotary tiller was finally manufactured.
Next, you only need to wait until tomorrow and exchange some items that can reduce the consumption of survival points in the trading secret realm, and the rotary tiller will be freshly baked and become an important part of the automated farm.
"Master Somo, Moore is so sleepy, Moore wants to sleep!"
I sown the remaining three acres of land, negotiated a deal, and rushed out the rotary tiller and machine overnight. The work efficiency of a harvester is exaggerated and terrifying even in modern times.
After a busy day, Moore reached his end. After following Sumo to the second floor, he muttered a few words and lay down on the ground and fell asleep.
Looking at the bear warrior like this, Sumo couldn't laugh or cry. After pasting the mountain and sea scroll card on Moore, he strolled back to his little bed.
Looking at the tasks set in the morning in his diary, Sumo hammered his head and felt quite emotional.
"Farm work, although not as dangerous as fighting, is also a job that exercises people."
"Presumably after this wave, when we return to the earth, all the humans in the wasteland will They will all become good farmers."
With various thoughts rising in my mind, I just lay on the bed before I had time to read a wave of information on the World Channel.
A sense of fatigue rushed into Somo's mind.
After enduring the exhaustion of his brain and body, he found the mountain and sea picture scroll card and pasted it, and drank half a cup of the psionic water on the bedside. Somo immediately felt sleepy and fell into a deep sleep within a few minutes. .
This kind of mental exhaustion is more torturous than physical exhaustion.
But at the same time, after recovery, the body's tolerance will be much improved the next time it encounters the same thing.
During sleep, the cells in the brain quickly reorganize and join new "fighting" groups to ensure that there will be no abnormalities in the body the next day.
The misty starlight of the mountain and sea scrolls and the blue light spots of the nether energy water are also constantly circulating in the body, creating various energies needed by the human body.
That night, Somo slept extremely deeply, and even his breathing became a little heavier, rippling back and forth in the empty third floor of the underground shelter.
The faint white moonlight shone down the second floor window, illuminating the four children sleeping soundly on the second floor.
Follow the window to the top of the shelter, where the moon and stars are sparse, and the vast wasteland is filled with a different kind of beauty.
This is a place of despair.
This is also a place where new life is nurtured.
On this day, countless seeds have begun to be sown in the cleared land one after another, just waiting for the disaster to come and thrive.
And for the owners of these seeds, tonight is destined to be a sleepless night!
With the expectation of tomorrow, even after a tiring day, these refugees lay in bed, only to find that they had insomnia!
After a tiring day, still insomnia?
It sounds incredible, but under the excitement of the mood and the expectation for the future, although everyone's body is protesting, the spirit inside is extremely excited, and all kinds of things have never been thought of in the mind. One thing after another flew out.
After being hungry for a month, after eating the food planned every day, if I feel hungry again, I have no choice but to collect bark and grass roots to satisfy my hunger.
I am used to a life where as long as I have money, I will never be short of food, but to suddenly be in such an environment, anyone else would have an extremely uncomfortable adaptation period.
However, these situations will be different tomorrow.
As long as the welfare disaster strikes, it doesn’t matter what crop it is, as long as it can be eaten.
Take careful care of it for a day or two, and you will soon be able to harvest a batch to alleviate the immediate urgency.
By then, the existential crisis oppressing everyone will be greatly alleviated, and the maddening hunger can be quickly satisfied.
"Roasted vegetables, fried vegetables, boiled vegetables."
"Dianbian pancakes, large white steamed buns, noodles"
"Wootou, root soup, long wild vegetables"
Each different shelter grows different crops, and the items that appear in their minds are completely different.
Swallowing the rapidly secreted saliva in the throat and feeling the soreness in the stomach, most people were still in a state of rest with their eyes closed until the morning sun came out.
However, all this fatigue cannot defeat the humans who have survived in the wasteland for a month. When the time came, everyone spontaneously had a shabby breakfast and rushed to their own fields to continue farming.
Of course, Sumo, who had fallen asleep while lying in the shelter, did not know this.
In the dream of relieving mental stress, there are thousands of acres of fertile farmland near the underground shelter, and several creeks similar to those in the Hope Refuge slowly pass through it, just like a fairyland on earth.
Fatty swimming fish passed through the river, and from time to time they were caught by Moore lying beside the stream, making a struggling and flopping sound.
Oreo is still lying on a high slope where it can get the sun with big and small sparks, lying lazily and looking at the harvest scene below.
On the ground beside the river, countless sweet fruits are everywhere. The various fruits at the top of the trees even bend the branches and hang low.
Pick a fruit at random, and the taste can pass through your mouth, making people feel extremely satisfied and happy.
Ding ding ding.
As the big clock hanging on the wall of the gym reached the set time every day, it began to make a shrill sound.
While sleeping, Somo was also awakened by this sound, and his consciousness gradually returned to his body.
“What a satisfying dream!”
With a sigh, when Somo opened his eyes, he happened to catch up with the biological clock that had been maintained in the wasteland for a long time.
“After six hours of sleep, I have completely recovered my energy. It seems that the brain can indeed be exercised!”
After touching the back of his head, which was a little cold, to confirm that he had not lost any hair, he drank a large gulp of psionic water, got up and walked to the living room.
Different from the fresh smell of the Hope Shelter, the slightly dull air in the underground shelter is more real.
After taking two greedy breaths, holding the gun in his hand, and doing a set of warm-up movements as shown in the Su family's gun, Su Mo came to the second floor.
Animals generally like places with light sources and wind.
Therefore, except for Sumo on the third underground floor, the four children were all lying on the second floor.
Seeing Somo coming over, Oreo woke up alertly, jumped up affectionately, and circled around Somo's trousers.
Moore, who had slept to death yesterday, still had no intention of waking up. He collapsed on the ground, his stomach sank, and he was still in a deep sleep.
After taking a walk around and confirming that there was nothing unusual near the underground shelter, Sumo rubbed his hands, walked back to the workbench, and began to carefully study the last day's tasks before the disaster struck.
“Collection of seeds is the most important task today. It is not only used in the trading secret realm, but also in the candlelight shelter. It must be sown before the early morning, so as not to waste any sowing time.”
“As for the harvester and rotary cultivator, there is no rush for this. We will directly arrange for people from the Candlelight Shelter to come over and drive them away. They can be used before the second crop of sowing tomorrow. Just do it”
Wheat harvested with a harvester, which has lost its outermost layer of pulp, belongs to the category of fruit and has a low survival rate for secondary planting.
Only by harvesting manually and carefully protecting the outer skin can the seeds be preserved intact for the second planting.
So whether it is the first harvest in the Black Land or the first harvest in the Candlelight Sanctuary, it requires manual labor to harvest carefully.
Of course, after the first batch of seeds are collected, you can then use the most advanced modern tools without any scruples.
As for the seeds of the other three plants in the black soil, cabbage and carrots, they need to wait until they bloom and bear seeds and fruits before they can be harvested.
As for soybeans, they are the simplest among them. You only need to wait until the fruits are fully grown, harvest them, and then you can sow them.
"Five acres of land, if I have to collect so much by myself, I will definitely not be able to finish it. Then this task"
"Leave it to Moore!"
Quick After filling in the name of Moore, who was still sleeping soundly, in the harvest column, Sumo also quickly made arrangements for other things to come.
There are still four hours until market trading arrives.
There are still ten hours left before the airdrop.
Including the time for ripening and harvesting, the last day before the disaster is equally urgent, and not a single second can be delayed.
Going to the supply warehouse, he took out all the remaining flour and two cabbages. According to his usual workday routine, Somo made a large pot of noodle soup that could last him a whole day.
The aroma of Youneng cabbage spreads everywhere. When the greedy Moore follows the aroma to the kitchen, a new day officially begins!
Under the tight schedule, after breakfast, there seemed to be a trace of anxiety in the air.
Taking the four little ones all the way to the black land, Sumo's anxiety eased a little when he looked at the flat land below.
“It’s finally time for this land to burst into harvest!”
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