My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely!

Several magical plants from the treant's territory.

Before Sumo left his territory and entered the mountains, he not only cultivated a few plants in the greenhouse and on the top of the fruit tree, but also gave all the remaining seeds to Su Chan for safekeeping.

According to the plan, if he could not come back on time, Su Chan would plant the seeds in batches after the winter.

In this way, we can maximize the early development of the territory.

However, God did not fulfill his wishes.

Eight years after arriving, not a single Soma of these magical plants has been seen, and there are no similar items in circulation on the market.

At first, he thought it was caused by the horrific earthquake in the wasteland four years ago.

But now, Sumo understood.

The heavy fog that lasted for half a year, let alone that he was gone, even if he was here, it would be difficult to save these plants.

Without sunlight all day long, even if it is supplemented with artificial light every day, the environmental changes brought about by the fog are enough to kill all the fragile magical plants.

"Perhaps the death of the tree people is also due to this reason?"

Eight years later, there was no news about the tree people who were rooted in their territory and were invincible with their powerful plants.

After reading a full page of Zheng Shiguang's description of the dangers of fog, Su Mo had some suspicions in his mind.

The various disasters presented in the game really refresh mankind's understanding of disasters again and again.

It is different from direct changes in celestial phenomena, nor is it a physical disaster that kills people.

Such a persistent climate is like a chronic poison, the longer it lasts, the more deadly it becomes.

Until he finished reading it, Sumo had a hard time imagining the terrifying scene described in the description, in which two people cannot see each other as long as they are four or five steps apart.

"The thick fog is like a substantial white wall, sealing everyone in an independent space."

"Being in it, it feels like falling into an ocean of water mist, and I can't live in a state of panic."

"Although the game only calls it a buffering disaster, the various destructive powers it brings, I would like to call it"

"White Death!"

After reading Zheng Shiguang's summary of the last paragraph word for word, Su Mo closed his eyes and rubbed his bulging temples.

On the train before, Gong Liang's description of the fog was just a sentence. He only focused on the changes in the physical properties of the materials after the fog ended, and the war between humans and aliens that affected the entire wasteland.

This resulted in Somo not paying much attention to the mist, and just treating it as an ordinary minor disaster.

But now it seems that the war and the fog are obviously directly related.

It is precisely because this fog has given too many territories the opportunity to secretly develop themselves, and it has also intensified the conflicts between humans and alien races. This is why as soon as the fog ends, the alien races immediately take advantage of this opportunity to launch an attack.

This idiot Gong Liang was directly analyzed and turned against him!

"This is troublesome. I wanted to save myself from the disaster before, but I can still think of upgrading something."

"But this time"

The heavy fog that permeates the entire world wants to be completely defended.

We can only build an airtight cover, wrap everyone inside, and only move within the cover.

But in this way, you will tie yourself up and miss the great development opportunities during this period.

"In this world, without my leadership, the territory is simply in defense mode. Although five thousand people resisted the siege of one hundred thousand aliens and created a war myth that can be written into the epic of the human wasteland, in the final analysis, it is still After being beaten, this perfect opportunity for expansion was completely missed, resulting in various setbacks in subsequent development.”

"But if I am here and can know these changes in advance, find out the perfect way to deal with the fog, and study how to better develop the territory."

"Aren't these 100,000 aliens coming here to deliver food?!"

Sumo didn't attach much importance to the size of his territory.

But those precious resources, such as non-renewable ores, various plants with different functions, and high-grade items.

The more you plunder, the stronger the foundation of your territory will be!

Keeping this in mind, Sumo raised his eyebrows and continued to turn to the next page.

But at this moment, the game panel that had been pretending to be dead quietly emerged, blocking the text on the book.

No more, no less, just enough to block the disaster that happened in the wasteland in the second year.

[Record]: Player "Suma"'s current mission ruins can only query "three" series of disasters in the future.

[Record]: Please do not find out the details of the disaster in any way, otherwise it will cause irreversible effects, and you will be responsible for all consequences.

"Is this the limit?" Sumo sighed, no surprise.

Among the rewards for entering the ruins this time is the right to know in advance the next three series of disasters.

Now, we have learned about the three major series of summer disasters, fog series disasters, and physical property change series disasters.

As expected, the game's restrictions popped up and he was not allowed to view the subsequent disasters of the wasteland for two years.

As for the future, three or four years in the wasteland can be read, but in such a long time span, many changes will inevitably occur, and it doesn’t make much sense to read it. It can only be used as a reference like Magu’s previous note. .

Putting down the "History of Wasteland Disasters" written by Zheng Shiguang, Sumo picked up another "New Edition of Wasteland Heroes".

The author of this book is a Westerner named Zakshiz Bilal, who comes from the Holy Horse Territory located in the northernmost part of the New World.

According to his autobiography on the first page, this book records some specific heroic deeds that can be studied.

From the first year in the wasteland to the eighth year in the wasteland, this book will be published again every year, adding new deeds.

Once encountering legendary deeds, the sales of this book always increase greatly, resulting in the total sales volume now ranking among the top.

After reading the autobiography, I turned to the table of contents.

Just like before, after just looking at it a few times, Somo couldn't help but hold his forehead.

Well, he didn't expect that his glorious deeds would actually attract Westerners to regard him as an object of worship.

Six of the top ten glorious deeds in the catalog were actually related to the things he did in his first year.

However, after reading it for a while, Sumo could understand why Pilar set it up like this.

After all, compared to him slaying the gods, the subsequent deeds caused by the battles between humans and aliens are not worth mentioning at all. The two are not enemies of the same magnitude at all.

If you put him behind, it would feel like you are flattering your predecessors.

Moreover, only his experiences of confronting foreign false gods can greatly enhance human confidence in the wasteland.

"Wow, this guy Feng Long was able to trick and kill nearly 100,000 dwarves and get on this hero list, ranking twenty-nine."

"Hey, Su Deben is also on the list and ranked eighteen?"

"Let me take a look, there seem to be quite a few people in the Tianyuan Territory up here?"

Quickly flipping through the entire book, Sumo read each heroic deed. After reading the character's origins and deeds, he flipped straight down.

It was not until the end that he realized that the Tianyuan Territory had gone through extremely rough times in the past eight years.

In the entire book, out of a total of 312 heroic deeds, 25 belong to the Tianyuan territory.

Due to its geographical location, there are no natural defense barriers here and it is easily attacked by foreigners.

And these 25 deeds are basically related to combat.

"It's a pity that this book does not include detailed information about the fog disaster, nor does it clearly explain the specific march route of the alien race that besieged Tianyuan territory at that time. I only briefly mentioned it and then skipped it."

"It seems that if I want to check more detailed information, I have to wait until later."

Somo nodded slightly, put this book aside, and picked up the remaining books to read one by one.

After learning about the fog disaster, he eagerly wanted to find some inspiration for a perfect disaster in these books and cases that recorded the deeds of his predecessors.

On the way, Sumo also found two books written by his own people in Tianyuan territory.

The first person was named Wan Jingnian.

The book he wrote is called "Wasteland Prescriptions", which contains a large number of prescription combinations that make use of wasteland's unique medicinal materials.

Relying on these prescriptions, as long as the corresponding medicinal materials can be found and prepared according to the method he described, minor illnesses such as colds, fevers, and diarrhea can be perfectly cured, greatly slowing down the reduction in the human population caused by these common diseases. .

At the same time, Somo was also surprised to find a prescription specifically designed to relieve the poison of dampness and heat.

According to Wan Jingnian's description, this prescription was an accidental attempt he made in late four years in the wasteland. After decoction of the original medicinal materials in a certain proportion, it can greatly reduce the impact of moisture on the human body.

But it is a pity that since the foggy weather that year, the wasteland has basically never experienced such a long period of heat and humidity. As a result, his prescription is of little use and can only be shared with humans in specific environments.

The second person's name is He Guozhan.

The book he wrote is called "The Species Breeding Handbook", and the name sounds very rustic.

But based on its sales volume, Sumo flipped through it and found that the things recorded in this book were indeed good.

According to local conditions, He Guozhan completely observed the different habits of hundreds and thousands of creatures in the wasteland, and selected the species that humans can artificially breed.

According to the manual compiled by him, it only takes half a year for the first litter to be released from the cage and served on the dining table, which greatly improves the source of protein for humans.

Anyone who is involved in breeding will basically buy his book and read it carefully.

"Wan Jingnian and He Guozhan, the names of these two people are slightly familiar. Are they among the first batch of territorial residents?"

After thinking about it for a while, Sumo felt that although he had heard these two names before, he did not remember them clearly.

I can only write it down first, and then talk about other things when I have time to visit in the future.

He continued to flip through the remaining books until he had roughly read through all the dozen or so books. Sumo closed the last one with slight disappointment and leaned back on the chair.

Many of these books have detailed statements on the harm caused by this fog.

But when it comes to solutions, only Wan Jingnian's book gives a prescription, and there are no other solutions at all.

Including the book that records the outstanding performance of human beings in each disaster, there is no detailed description of the fog.

Obviously, humans are somewhat helpless in dealing with this kind of disaster and cannot find a good response at all.

"Perhaps after I go to the Academy of Sciences, I can ask Jian Qiang and the others if they can find a way to restrain this fog?"

"No, now is not a good time to ask them. I have to wait until everything is settled."

"fog"

Concentrating his thoughts, even though the hail of disaster was coming in this ruin world, Sumo's thoughts were all focused on how to solve the fog.

After the winter disaster, the summer series of disasters lasted less than two months before heavy fog ushered in.

When the time comes, we have to be prepared for flash floods and prepare for heavy fog, so time is very tight.

As a lord, he must think clearly early and strive to convey the order as soon as he returns to the real wasteland.

And just when Somo was thinking.

After eight o'clock in the evening, after the crowd gathered.

Outside Sangtian Town, things suddenly became lively.

Next to the lush green wheat fields, nearly ten thousand people stood on the ridges, staring intently at the two black-painted machines below that were running at full speed, constantly crushing back and forth in the field, making a creaking cutting sound.

In the past, it is not that no one has tested using a harvester to solve this harvesting problem.

However, if the fragile Spark III wheat is harvested with an ordinary harvester, the husk that protects the wheat kernels will definitely break.

From one acre of land, at best, you can harvest two hundred kilograms. If you go faster, you can't even harvest fifty kilograms.

As a result, many people have forgotten about harvesters for a long time.

"Damn, this wheat is really not broken!"

"It's so awesome. What kind of harvester is this? It can even harvest Starfire 3?"

"Good guy, if we have this thing, wouldn't it mean that we will be unemployed next year?"

"What's the point of being unemployed? We can only harvest but not pack or thresh. We have to do the rest of the work."

"It's so fast. He can harvest an acre of land in just a few minutes, right?"

Not long after, as the harvester ran over more and more places, a group of workers were shocked when they went to the field to take a look.

The wheat cut by the Nengshi harvester is even neater than that cut by hand, and the wheat grains on the straw are not damaged at all.

And based on this efficiency calculation, I am afraid it will only take two or three days to finish the share of Zizai Liangfang.

"It's great. After I finish my job at Zizai Liangfang this year, I can still go to the official side and find a way to have some fun."

"It's a pity that my family only received six acres of land here in Liangfang. At this rate, we can finish it the day after tomorrow. If I had known, we would have received more land."

"Six acres? Grass, I only have half an acre, I'm jealous!"

"There will be very little land contracted this year, right? It depends on whether the government is willing to release some more land. With this harvester, there is no need for people to work hard in the fields."

"Why don't the authorities use such machines? If hundreds of them are opened in advance, how can we collect them all?"

"Yeah, it's a little strange."

After studying the graceful working posture of the Nengshi harvester for a while, many people had new questions.

In the past, they always thought that Tianyuan Territory did not have such technology to develop a machine that could harvest Xinghuo III wheat.

In this way, hundreds of thousands of outsiders need to be recruited from outside for manual harvesting every year.

But looking at it now, it seems there is something wrong.

A private Zizai Liangfang can actually possess such technology. Then there is no reason why the territory official, supported by the famous Tianyuan Academy of Sciences, cannot develop such a machine, right?

Why is it that it has been kept under development and that it must be cut by hand?

Is it possible that the wheat harvested by humans will be more fragrant than that harvested by machines?

All kinds of questions began to ferment among the crowd as more and more wheat fields were cut by harvesters.

The reason is very simple.

All those who are willing to join a private company to make quick money are not afraid of hardship and unwilling to earn these points.

It was a plantation officially established by the territory, and the wages paid were really pitiful.

Compared with these private farms, official plantations are often about 20 points lower.

Counting the food, clothing, housing and transportation that I come here every year, all the money I earn is often spent, leaving little money at all.

Many people have asked why the treatment is so different, but the official answer is: labor costs are high and the treatment cannot be improved within the budget. It can only be satisfied with other special rewards such as status and materials.

But now, since machines can replace most of the manual work, why do we still maintain such a traditional method?

If you can really follow the machine to pick wheat and improve work efficiency by more than 300%, even the official plantation salary will be very good.

"Hurry up and work. If there are machines in the plantation, we can terminate the contract and go there to make more money after we finish the work."

"My dear, these disasters this year are too strange. If you can save a few more coins, you'd better save more."

"Earn enough money as soon as possible to buy a good status and go ashore. It is too difficult to live without a guarantee every year."

"I hope there won't be any more moths during the summer harvest this year. I was almost scared to death last night."

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After muttering for a long time, the crowd dispersed once the bell officially rang to start the summer harvest at ten o'clock.

To the behemoth Tianyuan Territory, they were little shrimps, and their comments could not influence the thoughts of the territory.

Only by working can they earn income and accumulate more supplies.

Only by working can they have value and not be abandoned by this damn apocalypse.

Of course, the simple pigeon people did not pay much attention to the sudden appearance of many armed guards beside the field tonight, looking at them with vigilant eyes.

Just like they can never know their true value, even if the disaster is on the eve of it.

Everyone still lives ignorantly and happily.