Choice, the True Dangers of the Flood

Waaah~~

Waaah~~

Seeing the stunned crowd in the distance, Moore curiously pressed the horn, and the melodious sound of the horn immediately began to echo across the empty wasteland!

To be honest, the horn of the harvester wasn't pleasant to listen to; in fact, it was rather jarring! But it was precisely this jarring, familiar sound that made the refugees, who had seen harvesters on Earth before, realize what was going on.

"A harvester! It really is a harvester! Su God has created a harvester!"

"My god, I heard a couple of days ago that Su God was acquiring blueprints, and now he's already finished making it?"

"If there are harvesters, are there any other automated machines?"

The closer the two Mechanical Beasts got, the louder the roar of their engines became, a sound that seemed to resonate in the blood of every refugee.

Even Chen Shen, who usually prided himself on his composure, gaped in astonishment.

Outside the crowd, Zhong Qingshu, standing under a tree, looked at Moore, who was driving a harvester, with a hint of curiosity in her beautiful eyes.

On the other side, seeing all the refugees who were ready, Su Mo didn't hesitate and directly parked the vehicle and opened the door.

As planned, after watching Oreo dart out of the passenger seat and disappear from sight like a silver lightning bolt, Su Mo straightened the hem of his Combat Suit and slowly got out of the car.

Oreo is on alert, Moore is in charge of clearing the area.

Seeing the expectant faces of the crowd, Su Mo decisively took out the seeds from his Storage Space and piled them on the ground. "I brought the seeds. Let's get started planting without delay!"

High-quality seeds naturally possess a faint fluorescent glow, making them highly visible in today's wasteland where there is no light pollution.

"Big Brother Su, now that we have the harvester, shouldn't we change the profit-sharing arrangement? Otherwise..."

Having a harvester versus not having one makes a world of difference in efficiency and speed.

Furthermore, as long as enough fuel can be provided, a significant amount of manpower can be saved for subsequent farming and sowing.

"No need, I'm providing this harvester for free, but I have a few requests, and I hope everyone can cooperate with me."

After glancing at the tense refugees in the front row of the Candlelight Shelter, Su Mo smiled.

"I can provide not only harvesters, but also Rotary Tiller and Flour Milling Machine. However, after four or five rounds of planting, I need everyone to cooperate with me in planting other things."

For example, cabbage, soybeans, carrots, and cotton.

After rattling off the names of seven or eight crops in one breath, Su Mo shrugged at the completely dumbfounded crowd and continued to collect seeds.

Although the impact of these automated tools on the wasteland refugees was anticipated from the start, the reality is far more exaggerated than imagined.

The phrase "opening ceremony lightning strike. jpg" has been perfectly illustrated by these people.

After four or five seconds, seeing that everyone was still staring blankly ahead, seemingly lost in thought, Su Mo could only wave his hand helplessly. "Alright, alright, whatever it is, let's talk about it after we've harvested some seeds. Don't wait until past midnight before the seeds are even sown."

Still reeling from the shock, the refugees reacted to Su Mo's words and their faces lit up with smiles. They rubbed their hands together, and lined up in a long queue as previously arranged.

Over the course of clearing the 240 acres of land, the Candlelight Shelter gradually gathered more refugees who had been previously placed nearby.

The shelter currently houses 133 adults, six 17-year-old minors, and one infant.

Of these, there were only 46 men, so each man was assigned 2.5 mu of land, for a total of 115 mu.

The six underage children each had one mu of land, totaling 6 mu.

As for the remaining women, apart from a few necessary logistical staff to ensure that the workers had food and water, each person was allocated 1.5 mu (approximately 0.1 hectares) of land, which was just enough to solve the problem of all the farmland.

At this moment, Chen Shen stood at the front. Every time a name was called, the corresponding person would step forward and receive the seed that belonged to their share of land to cultivate.

Standing beside Chen Shen, and watching as everyone began planting according to their assigned tasks, Su Mo, who had been on edge the whole time, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Aside from Zhong Qingshu, everyone at the Candlelight Shelter, including the management, has to work.

Fortunately, the experienced craftsmen at the Candlelight Shelter had already trained everyone on how to plant the crops over the past few days. As Su Mo walked along the path on the field ridges, he looked left and right, but couldn't find a single problem.

"In civilized times, unless you have a special passion for farming or it's a tradition passed down through generations, not many people are willing to do this kind of hard work."

"Once you get to the wasteland, everyone who doesn't farm will die. As a result, everyone becomes much more serious about farming, both in terms of learning speed and attitude!"

After walking around for a while, seeing several minors planting crops with great enthusiasm, Su Mo nodded silently.

Everything is progressing as planned; the more you plant, and the better you plant, the more you will receive.

Even without Su Mo standing by to supervise, these people exerted all their strength, each one more frantic than the last.

"How about that? Didn't you expect this level of efficiency?"

"I really didn't expect it. Who would have thought that these people, who were white-collar workers and students just a month ago, could adapt so quickly?"

Seeing Su Mo standing on the edge of the field in a daze, Zhong Qingshu quietly walked over without her noticing.

"It's a pity. I hope everyone here can survive the next disaster!"

Shaking his head, Su Mo felt a headache coming on about the impending Punishment Disaster that awaited these people.

The cause of the punitive disaster has not yet been found.

If nothing changes, all of humanity will then have to endure a massive flood that will last up to 180 days.

Fortunately, this triggered Welfare Disaster, and most people were able to gather enough food for half a year without any problem.

"If this disaster is indeed a massive flood, whether humanity can survive may not be the biggest issue."

"Oh?"

Seeing the meaningful look in Zhong Qingshu's eyes, Su Mo followed the direction of her gaze and looked over.

It happens to be the Candlelight Shelter complex!

"Assuming the impending flood lasts for 180 days and then recedes due to the disaster, human survival is not a problem."

"People in lower places migrate to higher places, and people at the foot of the mountain go up the mountain. If all else fails, they can spend some points and materials to build a small boat and survive."

"But all the shelters that everyone created using the core will be gone, right!"

Although a small number have abandoned the shelters created by the game and chosen to build their own houses, trying not to rely on the game for anything.

However, more than 70% of people still live in game shelters and have to rely on the various functions of the Game Panel to survive.

When the great flood arrives, it will be a devastating disaster for all underground shelters, not to mention the wooden houses above ground.

When the 180-day flood passes, these people's underground shelters will not have any magical blessings or high technology to protect them.

After the floodwaters receded, all that remained was devastation.

As for the small wooden houses on the ground, those that were built on higher ground can still find a way to withstand the elements, while those on lower ground need to be abandoned as well.

"Yes, once most people's shelters are gone, it's difficult to develop rapidly using these amazing functions."

"As far as I know, many design blueprints now require a certain level of shelter to be used. If everyone abandons their shelter, it's equivalent to giving up the opportunity to access game technology."

"If things continue like this, even if human technology recovers to the level it was before we transmigrated in another ten or twenty years, it will still hit a bottleneck."

"But who can say for sure what will happen decades from now? Maybe our Su God will lead everyone in an uprising!"

Seemingly afraid of putting too much pressure on Su Mo, Zhong Qingshu finished speaking, tilted her head and thought for a moment, then told a chilling joke.

"If that's really what you mean, then I'll lead everyone in a rebellion!"

"This disaster hasn't even happened yet. Who can say for sure what will happen in the future? Maybe I'll trigger some other disaster, and the flood will wipe everything out."

Worrying about things that haven't happened yet has never been Su Mo's style. Seeing the worry in Zhong Qingshu's eyes, Su Mo held back and didn't reveal that he possessed the Shan Hai Painting card.

If humanity were truly facing a life-or-death crisis, Su Mo could use this card and the floodwaters would recede within a day.

At that time, towering mountains will rise, rivers will flow, oceans will be formed directly, and everywhere will become Great Plains suitable for human habitation.

But before that, finding his sister and heading to the lost Satellite Base to uncover the secrets of this world will require the help of the flood.

Sitting on the edge of the field, after ending that topic, the two began to chat idly.

Compared to Zhong Qingshu in the Time Ruins, the real-world version of her is more independent in mindset and her thoughts are closer to the post-apocalyptic world.

Su Mo also absorbed some different ideas on many minor issues.

In the fields below, all the refugees were carrying out the final sowing and tilling work in an orderly manner according to the schedule.

Time passed by, second by second. At this moment, no one complained of being tired or in pain.

Even though their backs were protesting, everyone resolutely continued to bend over, put down, lift up, and pick up the food.

A green moon, unlike the eerie red moon that usually appears when disaster strikes, quietly climbed into the sky.

This green is not fluorescent green, but a very comfortable and eye-friendly green, and its brightness is sufficient for everyone to work in the fields.

The brighter the green light, the closer disaster is to imminent.

Just as the green light was about to solidify, only ten minutes remained before the Welfare Disaster.

Two acres is neither a lot nor a little. Even a few children have completed their tasks and are sitting next to their own plot of land, waiting for disaster to strike.

"How wonderful! In the wasteland, there are so many worries, so many things to consider."

"Living in the moment and making the most of the moment is the right mindset. Look at them, how happy they are!"

Standing up, afraid of brushing the dirt off his Combat Suit, he pulled up Zhong Qingshu, whose leg was numb from being pressed down, and the two stood side by side.

Looking at the refugees scattered far and wide under the green light, and then at the faces of a few people nearby, though tired, they were filled with happiness.

For the first time, Su Mo understood why every time the sky collapsed, there were always tall people who would hold it up.

With greater ability comes greater responsibility.

When one truly reaches that level of understanding, what the so-called "tall person" is pursuing may no longer be personal safety.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. As I pondered, the clock struck twelve on the Game Panel, and the Welfare Disaster finally struck!