The Rush Harvest-A Haul That Made Their Scalps Tingle!

The second day of the second month of the Doomsday Calendar is the Dragon Raises Head.

It is also the second day of the Lunar New Year in the Chinese Earth Calendar.

On the last day of the Welfare Disaster, most of the wasteland survivors gathered at the camp, and it was time to harvest.

Even some lone wolves managed to buy a limited number of seeds yesterday with their meager supplies. Through two rounds of breeding, they harvested enough food to last for half a year on the last day.

More or less, this should be a day worth celebrating.

But on such a joyous day, no one was truly happy; instead, their faces were filled with worry.

The reason why everyone is unhappy is simple. Starting at four o'clock in the morning, as the weather began to change, the various discussions in the world chat never stopped.

On the last day, starting from around 3 a. m., large clusters of dark clouds gathered in the wasteland sky, so thick that they would only dissipate after a heavy rain! The scorching sun of the past few days, along with the melting snowflakes in the surrounding area, caused most of the refugees to temporarily forget that rainy days even existed.

Without a weather forecast or night sky observation, the clouds came quickly, and so did the rain!

In less than an hour, strange clouds, appearing from nowhere, came together in the sky, covering all inhabited areas of the wasteland.

It couldn't have rained earlier or later, it just happened to come at this exact moment—this rain was incredibly timely!

This also disrupted many people's plans that had been made long ago.

The gaze shifts to the depression.

After finishing work and eating last night, Su Mo went to bed early, and consequently woke up early this morning.

Just as dawn was breaking and the sun had not yet risen above the horizon, the alarm on the Old Phone rang, and Su Mo immediately sprang up with great energy.

Waking up without any cooling-off period is something that can greatly enhance happiness and a sense of accomplishment.

Feeling the ample strength in his arms and waist, and touching his lower body where he now had abs, Su Mo nodded in satisfaction, got dressed, and left the room.

"Working in the fields is also a form of exercise. As long as you can recover from each exertion, your physical fitness improves very quickly!"

After finishing a set of warm-up exercises from the Su Family Spear techniques, I wiped the sweat from my entire body.

Walking through the third level of the Underground Shelter, Su Mo began his routine washing and grooming, and checked the World Channel messages.

"Wow, there are so many people today?"

It was only a little past six in the morning, and the World Channel, which would normally be sparsely populated, was already crowded with noisy people.

Looking at the topics everyone was discussing, Su Mo, who had been relaxed, suddenly became serious.

"It's going to rain! What a coincidence!"

After quickly washing up and putting on his Combat Suit, Su Mo strode through the passage, opened the shelter door, and looked out.

The situation was largely as everyone had described; thick, dark clouds now covered the low-lying area.

In the distance, visible to the naked eye, one can occasionally see flashes of lightning streaking across the dark clouds.

A gentle northerly wind, carrying wisps of snowflakes, also joined the brewing process.

As the wind swept across the ground, it rustled against the Combat Suit.

At this rate, the rain brewing from these thick clouds will likely last for at least half a day.

"The disaster in Ma Gu's notebook has finally come true; on the seventh day after the heavy snow ends, another torrential rain will begin."

This rain was expected.

It was also part of the contingency plan that Su Mo had previously developed.

As a precaution, Su Mo instructed Chen Shen yesterday to prioritize planting cotton and leave the remaining vegetables for planting on the third day.

What we were bracing for was this sudden downpour! "Judging by the rain, it should be down for another two or three hours."

"If we start harvesting now, it will affect the yield, but it's acceptable."

The fields of the Candlelight Shelter were planted with more than two thousand catties of seeds from the very beginning.

In addition, because the entire process was almost entirely automated, more than 80% of the task was completed in just two days.

The remaining cabbage, carrots, and soybeans will be affected by the rain, but it won't be a big problem. Unlike wheat, the harvest won't be reduced by half. It will be within the reasonable range of the budget.

At this point, Chen Shen's team had already started working.

After quickly reviewing the report Chen Shen had sent early that morning, Su Mo made a phone call, gave Chen Shen a few instructions, and then hung up to hurriedly prepare breakfast and the upcoming harvesting.

At the Candlelight Shelter, every second counts.

We can't slack off here at the Underground Shelter either.

The fruit trees planted yesterday should be ready for the first harvest by now, based on the timeline.

If we keep waiting until this rain ends, the fruit will probably be too old!

After breakfast, I drove my Dihu (a type of electric vehicle) with all the harvesting tools. Before I even reached the Black Soil, the sweet fragrance of the fruit trees filled my nostrils.

The bright red and green apples hung from the branches, weighing them down and causing them to droop heavily.

The apricots, yellowish in color and the size of a baby's fist, danced a unique waltz as the wind blew.

The peaches, tinged with pink, the orange-yellow fruit, and the bright yellow Water Pear, all enhanced by the Black Soil, are truly terrifying! Among these fruit trees, those of rare rarity, with their thousandfold increase in yield, are basically all at maturity.

These fruit trees are left unattended, resulting in all sorts of strange shapes and even fruits of varying sizes.

But under these circumstances, Su Mo couldn't care less about anything else. He called to Moore, grabbed his tools, and started harvesting quickly.

From bottom to top, Su Mo was lying on the tree harvesting.

Moore, however, was even more violent, using his physical advantage to knock the fruit off the tree in two blows and frantically picking them up from the ground.

After watching for a while, Oreo joined the harvesting frenzy, digging with its claws and biting with its Big Mouth at lightning speed.

In less than an hour, the earthworm was full.

By the time the second round of harvesting came, raindrops had already begun to fall from the sky.

Fortunately, the one adult and two children worked quickly and managed to harvest more than 90% of the fruit before the heavy rain completely stopped.

As for the rest, they can be allowed to return to the ground, decompose into inorganic matter, and nourish the fertility of the Black Soil.

Whoosh! Boom!

Lightning bolts, powerful enough to pierce the heavens and the earth, streaked across the slightly dark sky.

Just as Su Mo parked the Earth Tiger, a muffled rumble of thunder sounded, and the rain began to fall heavily!

Whoosh! In the field of vision, the ground that was previously an endless snowfield looked like Snow Country that had been sealed off.

But now, along with the humid and sultry air, the rain is pouring down as if it were the height of summer in June.

In just three to five seconds, the rain at the entrance of the Underground Shelter had become a continuous curtain.

"Wow, it's raining! It's raining!"

This was the first time Moore had ever seen rain since he was born. He suddenly became energetic and scrambled out, shouting and yelling in the rain.

The warm raindrops pattered on Moore's smooth fur, like a massage, making Moore so happy that he rolled around in the snow.

Shaking his head, watching Oreo run off and go crazy, and looking at the pile of fruit he had salvaged on the ground, Su Mo also found his own happiness.

He moved over the excellent-grade comfortable Folding Recliner he had acquired in a previous transaction, picked up an apple, sat down in front of the door, Su Mo leisurely began to eat it.

Mmm, so sweet!

Although the Apple Tree were not pruned in any way, the density of fruit on the trees far exceeded the maximum limits planned for modern agriculture.

However, even with the rare-grade fruit only having the "delicious" attribute bonus, the stimulation these fruits brought to the taste buds still exceeded Su Mo's imagination.

With each bite, the apple juice seeps out, allowing you to truly experience what it means to be sweet without being cloying! A relaxing recliner, a continuous curtain of rain, and fresh fruit.

A bear that likes to roll around in the rain, a Erha that likes to flap its wings, and two chickens that fly around.

With Su Mo hurriedly handling the remaining matters, in this quiet and peaceful atmosphere, this Welfare Disaster came to an end.

At the Candlelight Shelter, after Su Mo decisively signaled to abandon the harvesting, everyone returned inside to take shelter from the rain.

Having food doesn't mean your physical condition will recover.

Given the current state of the refugees' exhausted bodies, if they are not careful, they could easily catch a cold or fever. Even with the help of Su Mo (Buddhist medicine), it would take them a long time to recover, which would be a huge loss.

In addition, the supplies harvested so far are already more than enough! Not to mention the Spring Wheat that has piled up like small mountains, the vegetables that have been harvested have filled every house.

With Su Mo's order, the refugees dared not go out and could only return to their houses. Looking at the almost empty space where they could barely step, they wore expressions that were hard to tell whether to cry or laugh.

People who are afraid of poverty will act this way.

The sudden windfall of material wealth made everyone feel a sense of unreality, and only this Timely Rain could extinguish the fire in everyone's hearts and force them to calm down.

Of course, as the heavy rain continued, all the refugees had to go out with umbrellas to loosen the blocked drainage channels, fearing that the rain would continue for several days and flood the food and supplies they had finally managed to collect.

"Rainfall at near-zero temperatures, or below five or six degrees Celsius, will form a thick layer of ice when it hits the snow."

"But given the current temperature, this rain will cause the solid snow surface to begin to melt."

"There's a 99% chance the next disaster will occur."

"Flood!"

Each drop of rain, carrying "high temperature," hits the solid snow surface like water being poured into a hot oil pan.

On the ice, countless tiny bubbles appeared, mixing with rainwater and dripping onto the ground, where they were greedily absorbed by the vegetation.

I sat at the gate from morning until noon, and then from noon until afternoon.

After the staff at the United Candlelight Shelter completed the inventory and accounting of all the supplies, Su Mo rubbed his slightly numb shoulders and stood up.

"Once we bring everything back tomorrow, barring any unforeseen circumstances, we'll never have to worry about supplies again!"

Using the system's weighing function, the Candlelight Shelter has already tallied the harvest of various crops during this Welfare Disaster.

Su Mo, which accounts for 70% of the market share, receives an astonishing amount of crops.

The Spring Wheat was sown in five rounds, covering a total area of 929 mu.

The average yield from the five harvests was 1,846 jin per mu! In total, the wheat harvest this time, after deducting some odds and losses, yielded a remaining amount of 1.71 million jin.

Due to the weather, most of the wheat did not get enough time to dry, so the flour yield was slightly lower than expected.

72%!

1.71 million catties of wheat can be milled into a total of 1.23 million catties of flour. Multiplying this number by the share that Su Mo can get, the answer is 0.86 million catties!

That's a whopping 430 tons! The volume of flour is 0.52g/cm3, and one cubic meter can hold 500 kilograms of flour. In just three days, relying solely on a Welfare Disaster, Su Mo accumulated enough flour to fill 800 cubic meters of space.

"Good heavens, this has given me a real problem!"

Even though Su Mo had mentally prepared himself before planting, now, looking at the calculated data and imagining how much 800 cubic meters of flour would actually take up, Su Mo's face showed a happy "trouble".

With so much food, how should I design the storage space? Every time I work overtime, a struggling writer has to postpone their update! Ugh!!! I don't want to work overtime, I just want to lie down!