Preparations: The Busy Last Day

With the diesel shortage problem showing signs of being resolved, Su Mo noted it down in the material requirements and then returned to the third floor.

With the harvester problem solved, the two remaining design drawings on the table became much simpler.

Even without mentioning Flour Milling Machine, Rotary Tiller are simply tractors with a rotary blade shaft added; there's no technical difficulty involved.

And because the blueprints he received showed an angled rotary tiller shaft, without much thought or system assistance, Su Mo finished the entire outer shell of the Rotary Tiller by hand, relying solely on the workbench, before 2 a. m.

"The workbench is useful, but it makes it difficult to work with large items. Once the disaster is over, we must make the cutting machine as soon as possible."

After completing the main body, the blades in the rotary tiller shaft used for cultivation can only be assembled into a large component by slowly gluing small parts together through the system.

Fortunately, the copper and iron acquired last time were plentiful, so we didn't encounter any bottlenecks in terms of materials.

Time passed by, and Moore was called back and forth to carry the things up to the next floor.

When all the Iron Block at hand were gone, the last part of the Rotary Tiller was finally completed.

Next, all we need to do is wait until tomorrow to exchange some items in the Trading Realm that can reduce the consumption of Survival Points, and the Rotary Tiller will be ready to be produced and become an important part of the automated farm.

"Master Su Mo, Moore is so sleepy, Moore wants to sleep!"

After sowing the remaining three acres of land, negotiating a deal, and working through the night to produce Rotary Tiller and a harvester, such work efficiency would be considered exaggerated and terrifying even in modern times.

After a busy day, Moore's time to rest had come. He followed Su Mo to the second floor, mumbled a few words, and then lay down on the floor and fell fast asleep.

Seeing the bear warrior in this state, Su Mo was both amused and exasperated. After sticking the Shan Hai Painting cards all over Moore's body, he strolled back to his little bed.

Looking at the tasks he had set in his diary that morning, Su Mo pounded his backswing, feeling quite emotional.

"Farm work, although not as dangerous as fighting, is still a good way to train a person."

"Presumably, after this wave, everyone back on Earth will be a skilled farmer."

With a jumble of thoughts swirling in my mind, I had barely lain down in bed before I even had a chance to check the World Channel news.

A wave of exhaustion washed over Su Mo.

Despite the combined mental and physical exhaustion, Su Mo finished pasting the Shan Hai Painting cards and drank half a cup of Psionic Water by his bedside. Immediately, he felt sleepy and fell into a deep sleep within minutes.

This mental exhaustion is more torturous than physical fatigue.

However, after recovery, the body's tolerance will be much higher when encountering the same situation again.

During sleep, brain cells rapidly reorganize and join new "battle" groups to ensure that the body does not experience any abnormalities the next day.

The hazy starlight of the Mountain Shan Hai Painting and the blue light spots of the Psionic Water also constantly circulate in the body, creating various energies needed by the human body.

That night, Su Mo slept very soundly, even his breathing became heavier, echoing back and forth in the empty third floor of the Underground Shelter.

The soft, white moonlight streamed through the second-floor window, illuminating the four little ones who were fast asleep on the second floor.

Looking out the window to the top of the shelter, the moon was bright and the stars were few, and the desolate wasteland was filled with a unique beauty.

This is a place of despair.

This place is also a place where new life is born.

On this day, countless seeds began to be sown one after another in the cleared land, waiting for the disaster to arrive so they could grow and thrive.

But for the owners of these seeds, tonight is destined to be a sleepless night! Carrying expectations for tomorrow, even after a long day of toil, these refugees lay in bed only to find that they were suffering from insomnia! Tired all day and still unable to sleep? It sounds unbelievable, but with their excited emotions and expectations for the future, although their bodies were protesting, their minds were extremely excited, and all sorts of things they had never even thought of before were flying through their minds one after another.

After a month of hunger, if I was still hungry after my planned daily meals, I had to collect tree bark and grass roots to fill my stomach.

Having grown accustomed to a life where food is never a problem as long as you have money, anyone would experience an extremely difficult period of adjustment when suddenly placed in such an environment.

However, things will be different tomorrow.

In the event of Welfare Disaster, anything edible, regardless of the crop, will do.

With careful tending for a day or two, we can harvest a batch to alleviate our immediate crisis.

At that time, the survival crisis weighing on everyone's head will be greatly reduced, and the maddening hunger will be quickly satisfied.

"Roasted vegetables, fried vegetables, boiled vegetables."

"Dead Dough Pancake, large white steamed buns, noodles"

"Steamed cornbread, root and stem soup, wild vegetables."

Each different shelter grows different crops, and the things that come to mind are completely different as well.

Swallowing the saliva that was rapidly secreting in their throats and feeling the soreness in their stomachs, most people remained in a state of rest with their eyes closed until the sun rose.

However, all this fatigue could not defeat the humans who had been surviving in the wasteland for a month.

When the time came, everyone spontaneously ate a meager breakfast and rushed to their own fields to continue cultivating.

Of course, Su Mo, who was fast asleep in the shelter, knew nothing of this.

In my dream, which helped relieve my mental stress, there were thousands of acres of fertile fields near the Underground Shelter, and several streams, just like the shelter of hope, flowed slowly through it, making it seem like a paradise on earth.

Plump fish swam through the river, and every now and then Moore, who was lying by the stream, would grab them and make a splashing sound as they struggled.

Oreo, still covered in Big and Little Spark, lay lazily on the sun-drenched hillside, gazing at the bountiful harvest below.

On the land beside the river, countless sweet fruits were everywhere, and the various fruits on the treetops even bent the branches, causing them to droop low.

Pick a fruit at random, and its taste alone can bring you an extremely satisfying sense of happiness through your mouth.

Ding ding ding. As the large clock on the gym wall reached its daily set time, it began to emit a piercing sound.

Su Mo was also awakened from his sleep by this sound, and his consciousness gradually returned to his body.

"What a fulfilling dream!"

With a sigh, when Su Mo opened his eyes, he was in sync with his biological clock, which had been maintained for a long time in the wasteland.

"After sleeping for six hours, I'm completely refreshed. It seems that the brain really can be trained!"

After touching the back of his head, which felt a little cold, and confirming that he hadn't lost any hair, Su Mo took a big gulp of Psionic Water and got up to walk towards the living room.

Unlike the refreshing scent of Hope Shelter, the slightly stuffy air in the Underground Shelter felt more real.

Taking two greedy breaths, Su Mo carried the gun in his hand and performed a set of warm-up movements from the Su Family Spear before arriving at the second floor.

Animals generally prefer places with light and wind.

Therefore, apart from Su Mo, the four children were all lying on the second floor of the third basement level.

Seeing Su Mo approach, Oreo woke up alertly and affectionately fluttered over, circling around Su Mo's trouser legs.

Moore, who had fallen into a deep sleep yesterday, still showed no sign of waking up. He lay sprawled on the ground, his stomach heaving, still in a deep sleep.

After taking a stroll and confirming that there were no unusual movements near the Underground Shelter, Su Mo rubbed his hands together, walked back to his workbench, and began to meticulously study the tasks for the last day before the disaster.

"Harvesting the seeds is the most important task today. Not only will we need them in the Trading Realm, but we also need to sow them at the Candlelight Shelter before dawn to avoid wasting any sowing time."

"As for the harvesters and Rotary Tiller, there's no rush. We can just have the people from Candlelight Shelter come and drive them away so they can be used before the second planting tomorrow."

Wheat harvested by combine harvesters, having lost its outermost husk, falls into the category of fruit, resulting in an appallingly low survival rate when replanted.

Only by harvesting manually and carefully protecting the outer skin can the seeds be preserved intact for a second planting.

Therefore, whether it is the first harvest of the Black Soil or the first harvest of the Candlelight Shelter, it requires careful harvesting by human hands.

Of course, once the first batch of seeds has been collected, we can proceed without restraint and directly use the most advanced modern tools.

As for the seeds of the other three plants in the Black Soil —cabbage and carrots—they can only be harvested after they have flowered, produced seeds and fruits.

As for soybeans, they are the simplest of these crops. You just need to wait until the fruit is fully grown, harvest it, and then you can use it for planting.

"Five acres of land, that's so much, I definitely can't harvest it all by myself, so what's the task?"

"It's up to Moore!"

Su Mo quickly filled in the name of the still-sleeping Moore in the harvest column, and also made arrangements for the next steps.

There are four hours left before market trading begins.

There are still ten hours until the airdrop.

Even including the time for ripening and harvesting, the last day before the disaster was equally urgent, and not a single second could be wasted.

Upon arriving at the Resource Warehouse, Su Mo took out all the remaining flour, took out two cabbages, and, as is customary on weekdays, prepared a large pot of Noodle Soup, enough to last a day.

The aroma of the Psionic Cabbage filled the air, and when the gluttonous Moore followed the scent to the kitchen, a new day officially began!

With time running out, after finishing breakfast, a sense of anxiety seemed to fill the air.

Su Mo led the four little ones all the way to the Black Soil. When he saw the flat land below, his anxiety eased a little.

"The time has finally come for this land to reap its rewards!"

Oh dear, habits change so fast! Once you get used to typing with a splint on your hand, suddenly taking it off makes you forget how to type! (Facepalm) May is finally almost over. Hopefully, all the bad luck will go away with the splint (devout face). Oh, and it's the last day! Anyone still have monthly tickets? Please vote! This book is just a few dozen more votes away from 3,000! Please give me some more monthly tickets!!!