Global Wasteland: Unlimited Upgrades for Vaults

With his now strengthened physical fitness, he only rested for two hours. As the ear-piercing alarm of the elderly machine rang, Su Mo, who was lying on the bed, had a flash of light in his eyes and sat up directly.

"After preparing for so long, this battle is finally time for harvest!"

Chapter 243 Choice, Big Ship or Small Boat

Take out a pot of cold snow slag, put it on your face and rub it a little bit, then add the snow water that has settled.

After washing his face and hair, Su Mo felt much lighter all over his body.

The greasy fatigue caused by staying up late also dissipates instantly.

The oil-splashed noodles that were rushed out yesterday were placed in the storage space. They were a little cold just after they were taken out, but fortunately, the noodles hadn't been lumped together yet.

After waking up Moore, the first and fourth elementary school students began to have breakfast in a hurry.

On the wasteland, there is no concept of time, and individuals are driven by "dreams" and "self-control".

After eating, seeing that Moore had begun to wash the pots and dishes habitually, he patted Moore's broad back with satisfaction, and Su Mo walked slowly to the first floor.

At present, the oil reserve in the shelter is already in a hurry, and it is only just enough.

If there is extra expenditure, it is bound to spend points to go to the market to buy, which is extremely uneconomical.

Therefore, adhering to the principle of saving and saving, it is necessary to drive two rotary tillers together at one time to save fuel to the greatest extent.

There was no wasteland traffic police. After studying the structure of a rotary tiller, Sumo began a bold "illegal" modification.

The first is to directly remove and weld a hook on the front iron plate of the rotary tiller at the back.

Then Su Mo went back to the workbench. According to the idea in his mind, it took about 20 minutes to rub out an iron chain as thick as an arm.

Try to hang one end of the iron chain on the hook, and tie the other end directly to the tailgate of the front car, and the two rotary tillers are simply connected together.

Put down the handbrake of the rear car, stepped on the accelerator of the front car, and drove back and forth three or four times. After confirming that the chain of the rear car was firmly connected with the front car, Su Mo finally felt relieved.

"The knowledge on the earth is the wealth on the wasteland. Relying on the path of the predecessors, I can restore the heyday of civilization and technology faster!"

Think about a month ago, the bare depression, and the underground shelter with only one layer of wood.

Looking at the "new" shelter that is now lush and lush, with thick boulders as the foundation, and three steel behemoths parked there.

If there is a construction achievement, the honor engraved in Somo's achievement book must be brilliant!

"After today and tomorrow, the refuge will not have to worry about eating and drinking at all. After I pick up my sister, I can study how to break the cage set by this world!"

In history, it doesn't matter whether it is the Ming Taizu who can go from a beggar all the way to the emperor, or the Han Gaozu who can go all the way from a hooligan to the emperor.

Like these great men recorded in the history of China, Su Mo has also evolved from the mentality of a small employee who just wanted to live in peace to the mentality of wanting to find out what happened in this world.

And, this is only a short period of one month!

"Only under high pressure can I grow. On the wasteland, the more vicious and fierce I am, the better I can protect my family and find the truth!"

Seeing Oreo jumping into his back seat, and Moore who closed the door behind and got on the rotary tiller, Su Mo's eyes flickered with fighting spirit, and he no longer had any longing for a stable life.

"Moore, two cars, please drive slowly, don't collide with each other!"

After saying hello, watching Moore nimbly nodding his bear head, and tugging the chain behind him curiously, Su Mo turned his head, let go of the ground tiger's brake, and rowed forward slowly.

From the large and small sparks, it can be seen that drinking phantom energy water for a long time will make the IQ of wasteland creatures become higher and higher.

This point has also been fully verified by Moore.

Under Sumo's conscious or unintentional enlightenment, Warrior Thunder Bear not only learned to farm, but also learned to drive various vehicles.

Up to now, Moore is even a little more stable than Sumo, an old driver on earth, when he drives the car.

Familiar with the road.

Looking at the imprints on the ground that were about to grind out the road, when Su Mo came back to his senses, the fields opened up by the Candlelight Sanctuary had already appeared at the end of the horizon.

Compared with the gray and black before, the field is now orange and yellow, which is gratifying to look at.

Roll down the window, and the smell of wheat floats into the car along with the wind, bringing a smell that belongs only to "harvest".

It would already be ten o'clock in the morning of the wasteland time, and all the refugees in the candlelight shelter also successfully completed the first crop harvest, and returned to the shelter to catch up on sleep.

Human physical strength is limited. If we only rely on manpower to cultivate, even if we rely on the terrifying growth speed of excellent-grade seeds, we can barely sow three rounds of seeds in three days.

But now, looking at the two rotary cultivators in the rearview mirror, and seeing the yelling of several vigilant refugees below, the corners of Sumo's mouth pulled out a slight arc.

The appearance of the rotary tiller has undoubtedly greatly liberated labor.

Several veteran drivers who can drive, according to Su Mo's request, carried out staggered shifts.

In the hasty handover, watching the two rotary cultivators begin to plow the ground according to the established route, not only the people in Candlelight Shelter were relieved, but even Somo also relieved the sense of urgency along the way.

The bodies of the refugees in the Candlelight Refuge have not yet been strengthened, and the rest time should be at least four to six hours.

After walking around the quiet candlelight shelter, looking at Zhong Qingshu who was curled up sleeping soundly in the corner of the room, Su Mo felt a little warmth in his heart.

"The people in the Candlelight Sanctuary are all poor people, or... most of the people who came to the end of the world are good people!"

"Vicious people like Huang Biao Maeda Taketo are still in the minority!"

In the last days of the wasteland, everyone is a lonely individual longing to be embraced.

Including Zhong Qingshu, no matter in the real world or in the relics of time, this person is extremely stubborn.

No matter how Su Mo asked, Zhong Qingshu chose to keep silent about her family.

In desperation, Su Mo had no choice but to give up asking questions.

Looking at it all the way, he walked to the kitchen of the Candlelight Sanctuary at the end of the village. After thinking about it, Su Mo took out the upgraded Psionic Water again, and added a full liter of it according to the proportion.

These candlelight refugee refugees who have gone through hardships and still maintain a kind heart are treasures.

If these people can survive the flood in the future, insist on picking up their sisters in Somo, and return to the place where the "dream began", these people will become the first group of aboriginals in the depression.

Like in the future, whether it is taking care of the farm, tinkering with the environment of the depression, or gradually building the first city on the wasteland from scratch, and slowly restoring productivity, the population will be the best force.

"The more people there are, the stronger my shelter is against risk"

"If I can restore technology to the heyday of the earth, like this kind of flood, there is no need to be afraid at all"

Sitting on the ridge of the field, looking at the two rotary cultivators working in a hurry below, Su Mo was quite touched.

One after another, as the time passed eleven o'clock, the refugees in the Candlelight Shelter also began to wake up in batches.