New Year's Eve, the Refugees' Little Schemes!

As is widely known.

After a frenzied outburst, releasing all the inner impulses and desires, the inevitable result will definitely be a prolonged period of weakness! Especially considering this outburst, we must also take into account the refugees in the Candlelight Shelter, who have been starving for a month and whose physical condition is already extremely poor.

After howling and shouting slogans for about ten minutes, most people were so exhausted that they sat down on the ground, panting heavily.

I'm physically exhausted, really exhausted! But mentally I feel incredibly happy!

From top to bottom, even the newcomers to the shelter felt a strong sense of belonging, which they couldn't help but express.

Humans, as social animals, have very strange habits.

A single human's combat strength might be 1, but when gathered together, it could reach 5.

However, if their morale is boosted, their fighting power can increase at a rate that other animals cannot comprehend.

With a two-fold or three-fold increase, individual combat power could potentially jump to 15 or 20.

At this point, under Moore's leadership, all the refugees shifted their attack "target" to the land in front of them, and their efficiency rose to another level.

Tired? No problem, you can rest after you finish mowing and get a good night's sleep.

Hungry? That's not a problem either. Everyone here tonight will eat their fill and never have to go to bed hungry again.

With no worries about the future, everyone was thinking of dedicating their last bit of strength to this land, hoping for a bountiful harvest!

"Alright, alright, the flour's about to spill out. Don't be so sentimental. Let's finish everything we can tonight and use this flour to cook everyone a good meal."

"Yes"

"Clear!"

Seeing the four female workers who were secretly wiping away tears while responding and working hard, Su Mo was also deeply moved.

Freshly harvested wheat has a high moisture content, resulting in a low flour yield and significant waste.

At the same time, the powder it produces is not tasty in terms of both texture and quality.

Only wheat that has been thoroughly dried in the sun can be ground into flour.

Fortunately, the sun in the wasteland was extremely scorching, and the first batch of wheat and a small portion of the second batch, which had been drying for a day, had already lost a lot of moisture.

Although using Flour Milling Machine to grind flour at this point will result in some waste, this waste is negligible compared to the total amount of flour produced.

Even if we wait until tomorrow to dry them for another half day, the first and second batches will be completely dry. At that time, the starch yield will be higher and the taste will be more delicious. This will also give the subsequent planting batches enough time.

On Earth, it was the older generation of scientists, like Yuan Longping, who devoted themselves to researching and developing various disaster-resistant and high-yield varieties in the fields.

This solved the problem of feeding most people worldwide in one fell swoop!

Famine disappeared in their hands.

This epic achievement, seen on the faces of the wasteland refugees today, makes Su Mo feel even more clearly just how important it is to solve the problem of food.

"Fortunately, I accidentally caused Welfare Disaster this time, otherwise, after the floods passed, there might not even be ten million survivors!"

After brushing the dust off his Combat Suit and checking the machine to make sure it was working properly, Su Mo slowly walked towards the end of the field to begin his final inspection and patrol before nightfall.

A busy day has flown by. I've been busy since morning, and now the setting sun has completed its task for the day and it's time to "go home."

Beside the planned 200-plus acres of land, there were also some Mutated Creature that were already starving, wanting to take advantage of the darkness to launch an attack.

For such an ignorant creature, he pulled out the rifle from the Storage Space, switched it to single shot, and with just a few bullets, left on the ground the "delicious food" for everyone's extra meal that night.

The thunderous gunshots did not distract the people in the field in the slightest.

On the contrary, such noises are all the more reassuring in the darkening sky.

"The drop rate of Mutated Creature is getting lower and lower these days. None of these three Mutated Creature dropped a treasure chest."

Two ugly-looking hyenas that appeared frequently, along with a half-grown snow leopard, failed to drop any treasure chests.

This also indirectly confirms that as the game progresses, it becomes increasingly unrealistic for humans to rely on treasure chests to survive.

The main theme of the wasteland is to gradually build a home and revive technology.

Having learned from the experience of his own people, coupled with Su Mo's undisguised contempt and formidable strength, he was well prepared.

In the darkness far away, some creatures that were still spying on the Mutated Creature sensed that this was a forbidden area and could only tuck their tails between their legs and slip away.

In the fields below, as planned, the combine harvesters, with their powerful engines, harvested all the wheat planted in the second round and stored it away, ready to be dried tomorrow.

By this time, most people were exhausted. Apart from the two Rotary Tiller and the Flour Milling Machine at the village entrance, which were still working, everyone else returned to the village to have dinner, get a good night's sleep, and then get ready to fight again the next day.

However, despite the plan's wording, many older, hardworking people still take advantage of the time when others go back to rest to lie in the fields and busy sowing the fertilizer they had prepared in advance, in order to increase the soil fertility in their area.

Under the current violent planting methods, normal land can generally only be planted once before it becomes unusable for planting.

But the strength of Welfare Disaster lies in this: even if your land is a desert, a barren place where no grass grows.

As long as you can ensure that the crops have enough water to grow, you can harvest them when the time comes, according to their grade.

As for yield, there are naturally upper and lower limits. Based on the current lower limit of high-yield seeds of excellent quality, the minimum yield is at least 1,400 jin (700 catties).

It is more than enough for large-scale planting and harvesting in some of the wasteland areas that are much less barren than the Hope Plain.

Furthermore, amplified by Welfare Disaster, the land absorbs fertilizer at an alarmingly fast rate.

With sufficient fertilizer, the soil's fertility can quickly recover to its peak, ensuring an excellent harvest in the next planting season.

"Hey, where did Moore go? He just disappeared while we were working!"

Encouraging several refugees who were working in the fields, Su Mo measured the field on foot and then saw Oreo running over, begging for food. Thinking about Moore, who had worked all day, Su Mo suddenly became curious.

Normally, after a long day's work, Moore would be so hungry that he'd want to eat seven or eight bowls of Oil Splash Noodles in one sitting to feel satisfied.

After breakfast this morning, I haven't seen a trace of Moore since. I don't know where he's gone off to fool around.

"Goodness, did Moore go to a refugee's place to eat, drink, and rest?"

Thinking of Moore, who had previously been all over the refugees, Su Mo felt a headache coming on.

Oreo, standing nearby, instantly understood Su Mo's meaning. It barked twice and nodded, indicating that the scent of Moore was in the village.

"He's so unguarded and relaxed with others. No, I'll definitely have to give Moore a good talking-to when we get back."

After looking around and seeing that the refugees who had been fertilizing the land had all left, Su Mo simply strode off into the village.

The people in the Candlelight Shelter are fine, they're mostly acquaintances. If it were any other shelter, Moore rushed in, wouldn't he be treated to a generous meal?

With a mindset of educating people, Su Mo immediately put on a stern face and withdrew his smile as soon as he arrived at the village entrance, reverting to his usual cold and aloof demeanor.

Strangely enough, the soldiers who usually stand guard at the village entrance are nowhere to be found today; no one knows where they've gone.

"Once they get the food, discipline completely disappears. We'll have to find a professional instructor to train them in the future!"

With a slight hint of disappointment, Su Mo shook his head and strode into the village entrance.

After walking along the one-way path, which was about five or six meters long, the sounds of human breathing and crowds gathering together began to become more sparse, thanks to my strong hearing.

Although these sounds were much fainter than usual, as if someone was trying to cover them up, the noise still reached Su Mo's ears.

Even the longest one-way street eventually comes to an end.

After turning a corner and exiting the one-way street, the view suddenly opened up before me.

However, the scene before him completely stunned Su Mo, who was already mentally prepared.

In the village square where people usually gather, all the refugees who had previously "pretended" to go for a rest were now standing there, forming a large fan-shaped circle.

In the sunken plaza, the refugees' faces were covered in dirt and grime, but that couldn't hide the burning anticipation in their eyes.

Moore, who had gone off to fool around, stood at the very front of the crowd, his bear-like face showing a mix of embarrassment and anticipation.

Even Oreo, who was standing next to her, laughed loudly and ran to lie down at Zhong Qingshu's feet, giving the spotlight to Su Mo, the focus of the crowd at this moment!

In front of all the refugees stood the management of the Candlelight Shelter, led by Chen Shen, a group of seven or eight people.

These people did wash off all the dirt and grime from their faces and hands, and changed into a brand new set of clothes.

Seeing Su Mo stunned, Chen Shen led all the refugees in bowing their bodies in unison at a 90-degree angle.

Whoosh! As if they had rehearsed countless times, everyone except Moore maintained the same speed for the entire set of movements! As Chen Shen bowed, the tray he was holding in his hands also lowered, enough for Su Mo to see what was on it.

On the maroon tray was a large, pure white bowl.

In the large bowl, there was a greenish-red broth that looked tempting and appetizing, emitting a sour and spicy aroma.

The tray looked handmade and was not flat. As Chen Shen bent over, his hands trembled, and the soup inside rose and fell from time to time, revealing what was underneath.

"Big Brother Su, today is Lunar New Year's New Year's Eve in China. Everyone pooled their resources, but we couldn't find anything good to buy for you at the market."

"This bowl of dumplings is a token of everyone's appreciation. Please don't find it offensive, Big Brother Su!"

Staring down at the hundreds of refugees with their earnest expressions, then looking at the moon in the sky.

Chen Shen's words evoked a feeling of being in another world from the depths of Su Mo's heart.

today?

So it's already New Year's Eve?