Crazy Farming, Six-Figure Yields!
"Alright, alright, that's a wrap, that's a wrap, everyone come back quickly!"
The cleaned-up Candlelight Plain has become "safe," but in the night without electric lights, darkness still hangs over everyone's hearts, forming humanity's most primal fear.
Without being able to see, their combat power is reduced by two-thirds, making it difficult to win even against slightly weaker alien races.
Therefore, including the Candlelight Shelter, most shelters typically close around sunset.
Adding the time wasted checking the tools and such, by the time we got back to the shelter, we were just in time for sunset and the moment darkness fell.
Before long, under the thunderous voice of combat supervisor Qi Qin, everyone came back from the field, found their place in the line, and sat down on the ground.
These people all had faces covered in dirt and black grime, and their clothes were soaked with sweat.
But after sitting on the ground, no one complained about how tiring the work was that day. Instead, they happily shared with those around them how much they had dug up, how many crops they could plant, and how much food they could harvest.
As they talked, some people with experience in farm work would stand up and share their experiences with everyone.
The simple and honest Chinese people always find various ways to relieve their distress when faced with disaster.
Looking at these people, Su Mo, who had been standing under the sun for a whole day, found some solace in his heart.
Supervisory work is not an easy task.
In particular, some of the refugees were basically white-collar workers in the city or office clerks before they crossed over.
He knew absolutely nothing about this kind of rough work, and even with guidance from others, he often encountered some incomprehensible dangers.
For example, you might almost cut off your foot with a single stroke of the hoe! Or, you might be shoveling soil, but when you insert the shovel, you're too weak to lift it up or pull it out.
Some people are so outrageous that when they boil water with firewood, a gust of wind can set their eyebrows on fire, scaring them so much that they run away in a panic.
Faced with this situation, Su Mo naturally felt obligated to help.
All day long, I was busy here and there. Although I didn't do any farm work, compared to fighting with kobolds and lionmen, this painful yet joyful Farming Genre still left me with sore muscles all over.
However, the benefits are still quite obvious.
After a day of contact, with Su Mo's various unintentional assistance, all the refugees came to fully understand the "Su Mo" that Chen Shen mentioned.
There is less "awe" based on hearsay and more "respect" for true strong heroes.
Of course, the strongest feeling is respect.
"Oh dear, you know, Su Mo is so much younger than me. Calling him 'Su God' feels too distant, but calling him 'Big Brother Su Mo ' feels like I'm putting him in an uncomfortable position. What do you guys think we should call each other?"
Sitting on the ground, a simple-looking man was chatting with the person next to him, occasionally glancing at Su Mo standing on the mountain ridge.
"I'm worried about that too. Do you think what Director Wu said this morning will work? Let Su God lead our shelter, then..."
Before she could finish speaking, the middle-aged woman started giggling, as if Su Mo the refuge led by Somo was the greatest happiness in the wasteland.
"In my opinion, this is also one of the tests that Brother Su Mo has given us. Whoever does the work well can join, and whoever is lazy and is caught will probably be kicked out, whether for themselves, for survival, or for... you know, everyone has to work hard!"
"That's it, that's it."
"Absolutely! I'll be the first to disapprove of anyone who slacks off!"
Amidst the noise and chatter, talking nonsense is one of the few pastimes the refugees have in the wasteland.
Compared to civilized times, where everyone is working hard, every industry is fiercely competitive, making it difficult to achieve anything and leading to a life of mediocrity, this is a far cry from the past.
In the post-apocalyptic wasteland, as long as you are willing to fight hard and put in your physical effort, you will see the rewards and your life will improve!
This gradual development from scratch made each night's sleep extremely fulfilling.
Of course, Su Mo wasn't idle at this moment either. After watching everyone gather, count off, and be accounted for, he slowly walked to the center of the field.
With both hands pressed down, under the excavator's headlights, everyone obeyed without question, and the chatter quickly disappeared.
For a moment, no one spoke; only the rustling of the wind through the fields and its whispers on the branches of the plants filled the Candlelight Plain.
"Excellent! Everyone did a fantastic job!"
"Standing here today, I see the efforts made by everyone, the fighting spirit of everyone who wants to survive in this wasteland. I am very gratified that everyone has this awareness!"
"Here, I sincerely urge everyone to raise their hands, applaud themselves, applaud their team, and applaud tomorrow!"
After saying this, Su Mo took the lead and started clapping. The refugees below also got excited, and the sound of clapping filled the air.
Ten seconds later, as Su Mo pressed his hands down again, the applause stopped, and Pei Shao, the Planting Captain, walked up.
"Today is January 26th of the Doomsday Calendar, and it's also the second day of our planting and clearing. There are still three days before the disaster arrives!"
"Family members, compatriots, and all residents of the Candlelight Shelter, I want to first report some encouraging data to you and to Director Su."
On the first day of land reclamation, the Candlelight Shelter cleared three acres of land.
"But today, the second day of reclamation, we have achieved yesterday's goal by many times!"
"Our record today is!!!"
"Seventy-three mu!"
He slowly uttered a number that shocked everyone, looking at the data table in his hand and listening to the cheers of the crowd below.
Pei Shao's eyes stung, and tears began to fall in a steady stream.
"Seventy-three acres, if we can plant crops on them, especially Spring Wheat, that's fifty thousand catties of grain!"
"Based on standard supplies, this 50,000 jin of grain alone is enough to feed us for more than a year."
"As long as we can hold out until the harvest, we won't have to worry about food for the next year!"
Choking back tears, Pei Shao recited the numbers on the paper and finished reporting today's results. With Wu Feiguang's help, he retreated.
The disaster lasted for three days.
Ordinary quality Spring Wheat is only enough for about one round of planting, which is just about right when you include the harvest time.
If we can maintain today's efficiency and develop about 200 acres of land in the next two days, including Su Mo's share of the profits, the food left for these refugees will be enough to last for more than a year.
As the largest landowner, the amount of food that could be accumulated from so much land to provide for one person is simply unimaginable! However, the biggest problem at present has been overlooked by Pei Shao, this half-baked farming Brigade Commander.
Seed!
How can you plant enough land for 200 acres without seeds! The sowing amount for Spring Wheat is generally between 7 and 10 kilograms. Considering the fertility of the soil in the Candlelight Plain, the sowing amount must be maximized to 10 kilograms to obtain the maximum yield.
Based on 20 jin of seeds per mu, 4,000 jin of seeds are needed for sowing 200 mu of land at once.
Even if Su Mo slaughtered two thousand-strong alien races, he probably couldn't gather such a huge number of seeds.
"We need to think of something about the seeds; we can't just sit here and let this Welfare Disaster go to waste!"
With worries weighing on his mind, Su Mo hastily took out the ten shovels he had prepared that morning and distributed them one by one according to the list submitted by Chen Shen during the next encouragement session.
Of course, this step was extremely effective at winning people's hearts. The ten refugees who received the shovels had completely changed their expressions, as if they would fight anyone who dared to say a bad word about Su Mo!
Nodding and giving a few instructions, after watching everyone gather and return to the Candlelight Shelter, Su Mo did not wait any longer, turned around and mounted Vajra.
In the pitch-black night, a black and white shadow swiftly approached, leaping into the cockpit.
It was Oreo had been hiding in the background during the day, faithfully keeping to his post!
"Are you hungry, sweetie? I'll make you something delicious when we get home!"
Except for around noon when Oreo appeared on its own and obediently took a piece of bread, Oreo spent the rest of the time patrolling around the farmland, monitoring for any potential dangers nearby.
Dogs will always be man's best friend.
This was especially true in the post-apocalyptic wasteland! Looking at Oreo's honest and simple smiling face, Su Mo's slightly worried mood improved considerably.
Open the valve, push the handle, and King Kong slowly swung back the way he came.
Once the speed reached its limit, a yellowish-brown light shone on the tracks, and the speed increased threefold with visible efficiency! Practice makes perfect.
Driving the sturdy King Kong, Su Mo ignored all the small obstacles along the way, crashing into them head-on and forcibly crushing them as he charged forward.
The powerful off-road capability provided by the tracks was incomparable to that of a small car. It rampaged through the area, and when it returned to the vicinity of the Underground Shelter, Su Mo was astonished to find that the time was more than ten minutes faster than when it arrived in the morning.
"I really hope the ruins near Zhong Qingshu's place will appear tomorrow, otherwise, there won't be enough time!"
After parking King Kong and taking one last look at the starry wasteland night sky, Su Mo dragged his heavy steps and slowly entered the Underground Shelter.
The headlights came on, and the garage door was lowered.
Unlike the Candlelight Shelter, which had a pitifully small number of torches, the Underground Shelter was no different from daytime in terms of darkness.
Light filled every corner.
After changing out of his armor and Combat Suit and leaving them to dry in the garage, Su Mo opened the stone door and went straight into the Breeding Room.
Sure enough, in the Culture Medium, the three large Chinese cabbages in the very center had already entered their maturity stage!