We Must... Return to Earth!

The Mini Destroyer we encountered earlier, although we couldn't see its specific data before studying the blueprints.

However, based on the images in the design drawings and by comparing them with real-world destroyers, we can roughly deduce the materials needed to completely replicate this destroyer, as well as its actual performance.

The ship is between 100 and 120 meters long, with a draft of at least 5 meters, a cruising speed of around 18 knots, and a top speed of 28 knots or even higher.

As for the weapons mounted on it, forget about it.

To perfectly replicate such a sea monster, let's not even talk about the materials and craftsmanship required.

A destroyer like this alone requires more than two hundred people, and they all need to be trained.

Of course, when he received the blueprints, Su Mo did not dream of perfectly replicating such a monster.

The best approach I initially envisioned was to scale down this behemoth of the sea by one-third, keeping its length between 30 and 40 meters and its draft above 1.5 meters.

This choice ensures the stability of the ship's structure, saves a lot of materials, and conserves more energy during navigation.

"Yes, if you really want to build a ship, you and that bear alone definitely won't be able to handle it. But if you can pilot a large ship, then there will only be two paths left."

"First, you need to find a way to get a computer, and then write a standard program to help you with Assisted Driving. This will save you most of the work."

"Secondly, you need to bring some people with you. At least, you need to bring Chen Shen and a few others, as well as a few sailors to assist you. With these people, you still need to concentrate on the operation."

"The second option requires that you have a qualified driving skill level. After all, it's too difficult to drive such a large ship by human power!"

Zhong Qingshu's speeches are always based on rationality, and she can help Su Mo understand the current situation in the shortest amount of time.

On Earth, where no one has yet traveled, many large ships do indeed only need an automatic Assisted Driving system to greatly reduce the captain's burden.

The remaining staff are mostly used to handle other minor tasks; there are only a few people who are actually useful.

Especially for something like Su Mo, which goes directly to find people without participating in any trade or war, it requires even fewer people.

"Computer."

"Assisted Driving."

Climbing the Technology Tree requires computers to assist in calculations, and building a large ship that can sail thousands of miles across the sea also requires computers.

In modern technology, a computer is extremely important!

"No rush. Let's think about these things after I've actually built the ship. Besides..."

"We have no idea what the next disaster will be!"

Although there might be computers in the Liangfang Town ruins, Su Mo defused the topic by shrugging.

Looking at the remains of everyone in the wasteland.

Only the Black Fog Ruins that appear in the depressions can lead back to another parallel world similar to Earth.

The fewer people who know about it, the less likely the secret will be exposed.

Before he had sufficient power, even though he was itching to reveal his secret, Su Mo was able to suppress the urge to do so.

In the post-apocalyptic wasteland, everyone has a secret.

Su Mo had one, Zhong Qingshu had one, and even the refugees working in the fields below might have had some "adventures" as well.

However, as it gets closer to afternoon, the second harvest is finally coming! Apart from the wheat that was traded and used as seed for the second time, all the remaining wheat from the first harvest of Spring Wheat has not yet been threshed and is piled up like a small mountain by the edge of the field.

In the field, the wheat grows taller every four or five minutes.

Especially the wheat that had been planted earlier, the combine harvesters were already rumbling, and dozens of people followed behind the harvesters, watching with curiosity as the wheat grains kept flying out of the wind turbines.

Even the unpleasant smell of diesel fuel, which was unpleasant in civilized times, was greedily inhaled by these refugees.

"Big Brother Su, our second crop of wheat is ready for harvest. This time, the average yield per mu is 1890 jin, a bumper harvest!"

Holding a small notebook that was already soaked with sweat, Chen Shen, who was visibly four or five shades darker, rushed over with a beaming smile.

Flipping through the data in his notebook, Chen Shen began to report the income from all the land, starting with the first mu (unit of land area).

Su Mo, however, found this extremely tedious and boring part quite enjoyable.

Especially when she heard that several yields reached 2,100 jin per mu, even Zhong Qingshu would occasionally exclaim in surprise.

There is a sequence to learning, and each profession has its own area of expertise.

The older generation of farmers among the refugees were naturally much more skilled than Su Mo, who was only a half-baked expert.

The meticulous attention to every step, from seed selection to sowing, watering, and fertilization, resulted in a high yield of 2,100 jin per mu.

Without hesitation, Su Mo offered his encouragement to these people.

"For every farmer whose yield exceeds 2,000 jin per mu, I will personally award them 100 jin from my share."

Upon hearing Su Mo's words, Chen Shen nodded heavily, his eyes filled with obvious respect! A combination of kindness and severity.

Even if Chen Shen had no idea, he could guess what these people would be like after receiving Su Mo's 100-pound encouragement.

"By the way, remember to control everyone's food intake tonight. Don't let them all eat until they're stuffed after being hungry for a long time, or they'll get sick!"

Looking at the group of emaciated refugees, and then at the Flour Milling Machine that had been carried out and connected to the generator, Su Mo reminded them again.

At this stage, this Welfare Disaster can be considered a success.

In the next two days, we only need to proceed slowly to maximize the results and gather enough food supplies for several years at once.

After giving Chen Shen a few more instructions on other key points, Su Mo waved his hand, indicating that the reporting phase could end.

However, Chen Shen, who was standing at the lower end, did not leave as decisively as usual. Instead, he hesitated and stammered, as if he had something on his mind that he wanted to say but dared not.

This strange appearance startled Su Mo, but before Su Mo could speak, Zhong Qingshu spoke first.

"Hey, Chen Shen, why are you acting all coy in front of our Su God!"

"Everyone has seen what you've done these past few days, so just say what's on your mind!"

A well-intentioned rescue.

This also gave Chen Shen the courage to continue speaking.

Twisting the hem of his clothes, as if he had made a decision, Chen Shen, his face covered in black sweat, looked up and stammered, "Big Brother Su, everyone wanted me to ask you if you could go home a little later tonight."

"We all have something to say. We are all very grateful for Big Brother Su's help over the past few days!"

"Taking advantage of this opportunity, from yesterday to today, more than a hundred people have come to me one by one to ask me to apply to you!"

Touching his head, gathering his courage, and looking into Su Mo's scrutinizing eyes, Chen Shen went all out and blurted out everything in one breath.

Then, with an expression of resignation, Chen Shen simply closed his eyes and awaited Su Mo's judgment.

Awkward!

Utterly embarrassing! Glancing at Zhong Qingshu, who was forcibly suppressing her laughter, and looking down at Chen Shen below with his eyes closed and teeth clenched, Su Mo could only wave his hand helplessly. "Alright! Go on with your work. Next time, just say so!"

"Don't make it sound like a life-or-death separation!"

Sometimes, it's not good to over-deify a good leader.

Of course, there are exceptions to this situation, such as Western religious sects that follow a faith-based approach, where this situation is very comfortable.

By relying on fictitious gods, these people can quickly gather combat power, disguise themselves as "deities," and then lead their followers.

However, given the current structure of the Candlelight Shelter, if Su Mo becomes too deified and loses direct control over his subordinates, and if middle-level leaders cause trouble, he could easily lose popular support and become deserted by his followers.

Su Mo doesn't have a good solution for this situation yet. He can only wait until he brings his sister back and when they are ready to build a large-scale refuge Gathering Place before trying to reform the situation.

After greeting Chen Shen, Zhong Qingshu continued her patrol along the road as part of her duties.

Moore was helping with the work in the field, while Oreo had wandered off somewhere to patrol and play.

Once again, Su Mo was left all alone on the land.

"I wonder how my sister is doing. Is she also involved in planting with the Tundra Shelter?"

"The journey to find relatives across thousands of miles is going to be difficult!"

With focused attention, the friends panel automatically appeared, Su Chan's avatar in the added friends list still flashed with a green light symbolizing survival.

Sometimes I hope the next disaster won't be a flood, and sometimes I hope it will be!

"Humans are indeed selfish yet selfless creatures!"

Seeing the bustling scene of people hurriedly installing Flour Milling Machine at the entrance of the village, Su Mo simply put aside his inner turmoil and went over to help.

The working principle of Flour Milling Machine is not complicated. First, a plug with the same thickness as the grinding teeth is added to each of the two traditional inner and outer grinding heads.

In this way, powder particles that cannot be fully broken between the grinding teeth cannot pass through the plug, while powder particles that pass through the plug are further ground.

Furthermore, powered by electricity, a bag of wheat can be ground in just a few dozen seconds.

Despite it being their first time using this thing, the refugees, who had struggled to assemble it for twenty or thirty minutes as the makers, were easily helped to assemble it by Su Mo.

The generator in the Candlelight Shelter was purchased with funds raised at the market after the harvest that morning.

At this point, after fuel was added and the power was connected, the Flour Milling Machine immediately began to rotate rapidly.

The booming sound, like the beating of drums, spread across the open land.

The sound not only startled the four women working in the field, but also drew the attention of the many refugees who were toiling away in the field.

"The Flour Milling Machine, holy crap, it's moving!"

"Wuhu, take off! We'll have noodles for dinner tonight!"

"I want to eat three bowls, no, five bowls! I'm going to eat my fill today!"

While the adults managed to contain their excitement, several teenagers started shouting, instantly raising the atmosphere in the fields.

The people in the front row, leaning on their hoes and able to see the Flour Milling Machine, were working, but their minds were already wandering far away.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

A bag of wheat, still with bran, is poured into the upper hopper, where it begins to be quickly dehulled and ground under the operation of the machine.

A few seconds later, when the first strand of white flour appeared in the collection bin, all the refugees who could see the flour, including the four women operating the machine, almost burst into tears of joy.

Grabbing a handful of flour, encouraged by Su Mo's gaze, the young woman ran towards the field, crying as she did so, shouting:

"We have flour! We have pure white flour!"

The woman's shouts were not loud, only audible to the nearest few people, but at that moment, when those who heard them saw the white flour, the faint voice suddenly became "louder".

"We have flour now!!!"

One person, five people, ten people, fifty people. As all the refugees standing on the ground began to shout, the wind on the plain seemed to quicken, cheering on these hardworking people!

The shouting lasted for three to five minutes. Just as everyone stopped and was about to get back to work, someone mentioned it, and Xin Yi of shouting started.

"Long live Su Mo! Long live the Candlelight Shelter!"

"The wasteland belongs to humanity, the wasteland belongs to Su God!"

"Follow Su God, and the wasteland will be easy to navigate; work alongside Su God, and the wasteland will be a piece of cake!"

"Long live humanity! We will conquer this land! We will conquer this continent!"

"We want to go back to Earth!"

Having just solved their food problem, they're already thinking about conquering the wasteland? Living hand to mouth every day, they still want to go back to Earth? If there were keyboard warriors, these adorable refugees would be bombarded with insults right now.

But now! On this small Hope Continent, under the wings of Su Mo that can "cover the sky"!

No one would criticize these refugees for their "juvenile delusion," nor would anyone ridicule them for their "arrogance"! From the fields to outside the fields, and then to the villages, the slogans calling for our return to Earth resounded and began to echo in unison.

As the harvest was about to come, the cry of "We want to go back to Earth" became the eternal pursuit in the hearts of the refugees!

Even Su Mo, standing at the village entrance gazing into the distance, was moved by this atmosphere.

In his heart, in the depths of his soul where only Su Mo could hear, a series of heavy yet hopeful vows silently resounded.

"Yes!"

"This wasteland is not humanity's home, and this sky is not Earth's sky!"

"One generation, ten generations, as long as humanity doesn't go extinct!"

"Our goal will definitely be..."

"Back to Earth!"

I'll be working overtime lately, so updates might be a bit late. Please bear with me, being a corporate slave is so tough (crying)!