My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely! - Chapter 741

[Chapter 732 The fog of no solution, the summer harvest is in progress]

several magical plants from the tree people’s territory during the summer harvest.

Before Su Mo left the territory and entered the Wanli Mountain, he not only cultivated a few trees in the greenhouse and the top of the fruit tree, but also handed over all the remaining seeds to Su Chan for safekeeping.

According to the plan, if he can’t come back on time, Su Chan will plant these seeds in batches after the winter ends.

In this way, it is possible to maximize the guarantee of early development of the territory.

However, God did not wish.

Eight years later, none of these miraculous plants have been seen in Soma, and there are no similar items in circulation on the market.

At first, he thought it was caused by the terrifying earthquake that occurred in the wasteland four years ago.

But now, Soma understood.

The fog that lasted for half a year, let alone he was gone, even if he was there, it would be difficult to keep these plants.

Without sunlight, even if it is supplemented with artificial light every day, the environmental changes brought about by the fog are enough to kill all the fragile magical plants.

“Perhaps the demise of the tree people is also because of this reason?”

The group of tree people who were rooted beside the territory, relying on powerful plants, can be regarded as invincible. After eight years, there is no news.

After reading a page full of Zheng Shiguang’s description of the hazards of fog, Su Mo had some guesses in his heart.

The various disasters given by the game really refresh human’s cognition of disasters again and again.

Unlike direct celestial changes, it is not a physical disaster that kills people.

Such a persistent climate is like a chronic poison, the longer it is, the more deadly it is.

After reading it, it was difficult for Soma to imagine the terrifying scene in the description that as long as two people were separated by four or five steps, they could not see each other.

“The thick fog, like a substantial white wall, seals everyone in a separate space”

“When you are in it, you feel as if you have fallen into the ocean of water mist, and you are in a state of panic.”

“Although the game only calls it a buffer disaster, the various destructive forces it brings are what I would like to call”

“white Death!”

After reading Zheng Shiguang’s last paragraph word by word, Soma closed his eyes and rubbed his bulging temples.

On the train before, Gong Liang’s description of the fog was basically a sentence, and only focused on the changes in the physical properties of those materials after the fog ended, and the human alien war that affected the entire wasteland.

As a result, Soma basically didn’t pay attention to the fog, and only regarded it as an ordinary small disaster.

But now it seems that the war and the fog are obviously directly related to each other.

It is precisely because the fog has given too many territories the opportunity to secretly develop itself, and it has also intensified the conflict between humans and alien races. As soon as the fog is over, alien races immediately take this opportunity to attack.

Gong Liang, this fool, directly reversed the analysis!

“This is troublesome. In the past, if I wanted to save the disaster, I could still think of upgrading something.”

“But this time”

the fog that permeated the whole world wanted to defend completely.

You can only build an airtight hood, wrap everyone in it, and only move in the hood.

But in this way, you will miss the great opportunity for development during this period of time.

“In this world, without my leadership, the territory is only in defensive mode. Although 5,000 people have resisted the siege of 100,000 aliens and created a war myth that can be written into the epic of the human wasteland, in the end it is still Being beaten, I completely missed this perfect expansion opportunity, resulting in all kinds of setbacks in the subsequent development.”

“But if I am here, and I can know these changes in advance, find out the perfect way to deal with the fog, and study how to better develop the territory .”

“Didn’t these 100,000 aliens come to deliver food?!”

For the area of the territory, Soma didn’t pay much attention to it.

But those precious resources, such as non-renewable ores, various plants with different functions, and graded items.

The more plunder, the stronger the foundation of the territory!

Keeping this in mind, Su Mo raised his brows and continued to flip to the next page.

But at this moment, the game panel that had been pretending to be dead appeared quietly, blocking the text on the book.

No more, no less, just to block the disaster that happened in the wasteland two years ago.

[Record]: Player “Sumo”‘s current mission ruins can only inquire about the future “three” series of disasters

[Record]: Please do not find out the details of the disaster in any way, otherwise it will trigger an irreversible impact, and all consequences will be at your own risk

“This is the limit Is it?” Su Mo sighed, not surprised.

In the reward for entering the ruins this time, there is the right to know the first three series of disasters in the future.

Now, I have learned about the summer series of disasters, the fog series of disasters, and the physical property change series of disasters, after the three series.

The restrictions of the game really popped up, and he was not allowed to check the subsequent two years of disasters in the wasteland.

As for the future, three years in the wasteland, four years can be read, but such a long time span will inevitably undergo many changes, and it is not very meaningful to read it. It can only be used as a reference like Magu’s previous note. .

Putting down the “A History of Disaster in the Wasteland” written by Zheng Shiguang, Soma picked up another “New Edition of Heroes of the Wasteland”.

The author of this book is a Westerner named Zakshiz Bilar, from the territory of Saint Ma, the northernmost part of the New World.

According to his autobiography on the first page, this book records some specific heroic deeds that can be studied.

From the first year of the wasteland to the eighth year of the wasteland, this book will be published again every year, adding new deeds.

And once the legendary deeds are encountered, the sales of this book often increase greatly, so that the total sales are still among the top.

After reading the autobiography, I turned the page to the table of contents.

As before, after just looking at it a few times, Soma couldn’t help but help his forehead.

Well, he didn’t expect his glorious deeds to attract Westerners to regard him as an object of worship.

Among the top ten glorious deeds in the catalog, there are six of them, all of which are related to those things he did in his first year.

However, after looking at it for a while, Soma could understand the reason why Bilal set it up like this.

After all, compared with his slaughtering gods, the deeds caused by the battles between people and foreign races are not worth mentioning at all, and the two are not enemies of the same magnitude at all.

If you put him in the back, it will feel a little bit like killing the predecessors.

Moreover, only his experience of fighting against alien false gods can greatly enhance the confidence of mankind in the wasteland.

“Huh, this kid Feng Long can actually kill nearly 100,000 dwarves on this hero list, ranking twenty-ninth”

“Hey, Su Deben is actually on it, and is also ranked eighteenth?”

“I Look, there seem to be a lot of people in the Tianyuan territory above?”

Quickly flipping through the whole book, Somo for each heroic deed only read the origins and deeds of the characters, and then went straight to the bottom.

It was only at the end that he realized that Tianyuan Territory had been extremely bumpy in the past eight years.

Of the 312 heroic deeds in the entire book, 25 belong to the Tianyuan territory.

Because of its geographical location, there are no natural defensive barriers here, and it is easy to be attacked by aliens.

And these 25 deeds are basically related to the battle.

“Unfortunately, this book does not include detailed information about the fog disaster, nor does it make it clear that the alien race was besieging the Tianyuan territory at the time, and the specific marching route was just mentioned briefly and then skipped.”

“It seems that I want to check more detailed information, but I have to wait until later.”

Su Mo nodded slightly, put the book aside, and picked up the remaining books to read one by one.

Knowing the fog disaster, he eagerly wanted to find a trace of inspiration for perfect disaster relief in these books and the cases that recorded the deeds of his predecessors.

On the way, Su Mo also found two books written by his own people in Tianyuan territory.

The first person was named Wan Jingnian.

The book he wrote is titled “Different Recipes in Wasteland”, which records a large number of prescriptions that use the unique medicinal materials of wasteland.

Relying on these prescriptions, as long as the corresponding medicinal materials can be found and configured according to the way he described, minor diseases such as colds, fever, and diarrhea can be cured perfectly, which greatly slows down the reduction in the number of human beings caused by these common diseases. .

At the same time, Suma was also surprised to find a prescription specially designed to relieve the poison of dampness and heat.

According to Wan Jingnian’s description, this medicinal recipe was obtained by accidental experimentation in the late four years of his wasteland. After decocting the original medicinal materials in a certain proportion, it can greatly reduce the impact of moisture on the human body.

But unfortunately, since the foggy weather that year, the wasteland has basically not been hot and humid for such a long time, so that his prescription is not very useful, and can only be shared for human use in a specific environment.

The second person’s name is He Guozhan.

The book he’s written is titled The Breeding Handbook, and the name sounds rustic.

But according to its sales volume, Soma turned around and found that the things recorded in this book were really good.

According to local conditions, He Guozhan has completely observed the different habits of hundreds of thousands of creatures in the wasteland, and selected the species that can be artificially propagated by humans.

According to this manual compiled by him, it only takes half a year for the first litter to be brought out to the table, which is a source of protein that has greatly improved human intake.

Anyone who is involved in farming will basically buy this book and read it carefully.

“Wan Jingnian, He Guozhan, the names of these two people are so familiar, are they from the first batch of people?” After

thinking about it for a while, although Su Mo felt that these two names seemed to have been heard before, he did not agree with them either. I don’t remember that clearly.

You can only write it down first, and then talk about other things after you visit in your spare time in the future.

Continuing to flip through the rest of the books, after having roughly read all the dozen or so books, Soma closed the last book in disappointment and leaned back on the chair.

Many of these books contain detailed statements about the harm caused by this fog.

But when it comes to the solution, there is only a prescription given in Wan Jingnian’s book, and there is no solution at all.

Including the book that recorded the outstanding performance of mankind in every disaster, it also did not describe the fog in detail.

Obviously, human beings are helpless and unable to find a good way to deal with this kind of disaster.

“Perhaps after I go to the Academy of Sciences, I can ask Jianqiang and the others to see if they have found a way to restrain the fog?”

“No, now is not a good time to ask them, I have to wait until everything is settled.

“Mist.”

Concentrating his thoughts, although the disaster hail in the ruins world is coming, Soma’s mind is all about how to solve the fog.

After the winter disaster, the summer series of disasters only lasts less than two months before the fog hits.

At that time, we have to prepare for the flash flood attack and prepare for the fog, and the time is very rushed.

As a lord, he must think clearly early, and strive to be able to convey orders as soon as he returns to the real wasteland.

And while Soma was thinking.

After eight o’clock in the evening, the crowd gathered.

Outside Sangtian Town, it suddenly became lively.

Next to the lush green wheat field, there are nearly 10,000 people standing on the field ridge, staring at the two black-painted machines below at full power, constantly rolling back and forth in the field, making a creaking sound.

Before, it was not that no one had tested a harvester to solve this harvesting problem.

But the fragile Xinghuo 3 wheat, if harvested with ordinary harvesters, will definitely cause the husks that protect the grains to break.

One acre of land, in the best case, can still collect 200 catties. If the speed is faster, even 50 catties will be difficult.

As a result, many people have forgotten the harvester for a long time.

“Damn, this wheat is really not broken!”

“It’s so awesome, what kind of harvester is this, it can even harvest Xinghuo No. 3?”

“Good guy, with this thing, don’t we have to lose our jobs next year?”

“What kind of unemployment, this thing can only be harvested but not packed, threshed, and we have to do the rest of the work.”

“The speed is so fast, he can harvest an acre of land in just a few minutes?”

After a while, with the harvesting The machine ran over more and more places. After a group of workers went down to the ground, they were shocked.

The wheat harvested by the Nohshi harvester was even more neat than the harvest by hand, and the grains on the straw were not damaged at all.

And based on this efficiency, I am afraid that it will only take two or three days, and the share belonging to Zizai Liangfang can be easily cut off.

“It’s cool, after finishing the vote of Zizai Liangfang this year, I can still go to the official side to find a way to mix it up.”

“Unfortunately, my family only received a share of six acres of land in Liangfang. At this speed, we will be able to finish the mow the next morning, and we would have known that we would have more connections.”

“Six mu? Grass, I only have half an mu, I’m envious!”

“There is very little land contracted out this year, right? It depends on whether the official side is willing to let some more land out. With this harvester, where is the need for people to work hard in the field?”

“Why do you say the official You don’t need such a machine, if you drive hundreds of them ahead of time, why can’t you get them all?”

“Yes, it’s a bit strange.” After

studying the graceful working posture of the Nengshi harvester for a while, many people came up with it again. new question.

In the past, they always thought that Tianyuan Territory did not have such technology to develop a machine that could harvest Xinghuo-3 wheat.

In this way, it is necessary to recruit hundreds of thousands of outsiders every year for manual harvesting.

But looking at it now, there seems to be a problem.

A private Zizai Liangfang can actually have such a technology, and the territorial officials supported by the famous Tianyuan Academy of Sciences have no reason to develop such a machine?

Why do you keep insisting on not developing it and have to cut it with your own hands?

Is it possible that the wheat harvested by humans is more fragrant than the wheat harvested by machines?

All kinds of questions, as the harvesters cut more and more wheat fields, began to ferment in the crowd.

The reason is simple.

All those who are willing to join the private Liangfang to make quick money are not afraid of enduring hardships and are unwilling to earn this point.

It is a plantation officially established by the territory, and the wages issued are really pitiful.

Compared with these private good houses, official plantations are often about 20 points lower.

Counting the food, clothing, housing and transportation that come here every year, the money earned is often consumed again, and there is no money left at all.

Many people have also asked why the treatment is so poor, but the official answer is: the labor cost is high, and the treatment cannot be improved within the budget. It can only be satisfied with other special rewards such as identity and materials.

But now, since machines can replace most of the manual work, why keep such a traditional way?

If you can really follow the machine to pick up wheat and increase the work efficiency by more than 300%, even the salary of the official plantation will be very popular.

“Hurry up and work. If there are machines on the plantation, we can cancel the contract and go there to earn more money.

” Go ahead.”

“Early earn enough money to buy a good identity and go ashore. It’s too difficult to be precarious every year.”

“I hope that this summer will not cause any more troubles. Last night I almost scared me to death”

“.”

muttered For a long time, until the bell of the summer closing officially rang at ten o’clock, the gathered crowd dispersed again.

As far as the Tianyuan Territory is concerned, they are small shrimps, and a few words can’t influence the mind of the territory at all.

Only by working can they have income and can accumulate more materials.

Only by working can they have value and not be abandoned by this damn apocalypse.

Of course, the simple pigeons didn’t notice too much next to the fields tonight, and suddenly there were many guards with guns and live ammunition, watching them vigilantly.

It’s like they can never know their true worth, even if the disaster has come to the eve.

Everyone still lives ignorant and happy.

(End of this chapter)