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Several magical plants from the Treant's territory.

Before Su Mo left the territory and entered the Wanli Mountain, he not only cultivated a few plants in the greenhouse and the top of the fruit tree, but also handed over all the remaining seeds to Su Chan for safekeeping.

According to the plan, if he can't come back on time, Su Chan will plant these seeds in batches after the winter ends.

In this way, it is possible to maximize the guarantee of early development of the territory.

However, God did not fulfill his wishes.

Eight years later, none of these miraculous plants has been seen in Soma, and there are no similar items in circulation on the market.

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

But now, Soma understood.

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

There is no 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 tree man's demise is also because of this reason?"

Eight years later, there was no news of the group of tree people who were rooted beside the territory and were invincible by relying on powerful plants.

After reading a page full of Zheng Shiguang's description of the hazards of fog, Soma had some guesses in his heart.

The various disasters given by the game really refresh human's cognition of disasters again and again.

Unlike direct celestial changes, it is not a physical disaster that kills people.

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

After reading it, it was difficult for Soma to imagine the terrifying scene in the description that as long as two people were separated by four or five steps, they could not see each other.

"The thick fog, like a substantial white wall, seals everyone in a separate space"

"When you are in it, you feel as if you have fallen into the ocean of water mist, and you are in a state of panic."

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

"White Death!"

After reading Zheng Shiguang's summary word by word, Soma closed his eyes and rubbed his bulging temples.

On the train before, Gong Liang's description of the fog was basically a sentence, and he only focused on the changes in the physical properties of the materials after the fog ended, as well as the human alien war that affected the entire wasteland.

This led to Soma basically not paying attention to this fog, and only regarded it as an ordinary small disaster.

But now it seems that the war has a direct relationship with the fog.

It is precisely because the fog has given too many territories the opportunity to secretly develop themselves, and it has also intensified the conflict between humans and alien races. As soon as the fog is over, the alien race will immediately take advantage of this opportunity to attack.

Gong Liang's idiot directly turned his analysis back on!

"This is troublesome. Before I wanted to save the disaster, I could still think of upgrading something."

"But this time"

The fog that permeated the whole world wanted to defend completely.

You can only build an airtight hood, wrap everyone in it, and only move in the hood.

But in this way, you will tie your hands and feet to miss the great opportunity for development during this time.

"In this world, without my leadership, the territory is only in defensive mode. Although 5,000 people have resisted the siege of 100,000 aliens and created a war myth that can be written into the epic of the human wasteland, in the end it is still After being beaten, I completely missed this perfect expansion opportunity, resulting in various setbacks in the subsequent development.”

"But if I'm 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 here to deliver food?!"

As for the territory, Soma didn't pay much attention to it.

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

The more plunder, the stronger the foundation of the territory!

Keeping this in mind, Su Mo raised his brows and continued to flip to the next page.

But at this moment,

The game panel that had been pretending to be dead appeared quietly, blocking the text on the book.

No more, no less, just to block the disaster that happened in the wasteland two years ago.

Record: Player "Suma"'s current mission ruins can only inquire about the future "three" series of disasters

Record: Please do not find out the details of the disaster in any way, otherwise it will trigger an irreversible impact, and all consequences will be at your own risk.

"Is this the limit?" Soma sighed, not surprised.

In the reward for entering the ruins this time, there is the right to know the first three series of disasters in the future.

Now, I learned about the summer series of disasters, the fog series of disasters, and the physical property change series of disasters, after the three series.

The restrictions of the game really popped up, and he was not allowed to view the disasters of the subsequent two years of wasteland.

As for the future, three years in the wasteland and four years can be read, but there will inevitably be many changes in such a long time span, and it doesn't make much sense to read it. .

Putting down the history of the wasteland disaster written by Zheng Shiguang, Soma picked up another new edition of the wasteland hero.

The author of this book is a Westerner named Zach Sizbilar, from the Holy Horse Territory 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 of the wasteland to the eighth year of the wasteland, this book will be published again every year, adding new deeds.

And once the legendary deeds are encountered, the sales of this book often increase greatly, so that the total sales are still in the forefront.

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

As before, after just looking at it a few times, Soma couldn't help but help his forehead.

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

Among the top ten glorious deeds in the catalog, there are six of them, all of which are related to the things he did in his first year.

However, after looking at it for a while, Soma could understand the reason why Bilal set it up like this.

After all, compared with his slaughtering gods, the deeds caused by the battles between people and foreign races are not worth mentioning at all, and the two are not enemies of the same magnitude at all.

If you put him in the back, it will feel a little bit like killing the predecessors.

Moreover, only his experience of fighting against alien false gods can greatly enhance the confidence of mankind in the wasteland.

"Huh, this kid Feng Long can actually kill nearly 100,000 dwarves on this hero list, ranking 29th"

"Hey, Su Deben is also on top, and he's still ranked eighteenth?"

"Let me see, there seem to be quite a few people in the Tianyuan territory above?"

He quickly flipped through the whole book, and after each heroic deed, Soma just read the origins and deeds of the characters and then went straight to the bottom.

It wasn't until the end that he realized that the Tianyuan Territory had been extremely bumpy in the past eight years.

Of the 312 heroic deeds in the entire book, 25 belong to the Tianyuan territory.

Because of its geographical location, there are no natural defensive barriers here, and it is easy to be attacked by aliens.

And these 25 deeds are basically related to combat.

"Unfortunately, this book does not include detailed information about the fog disaster, nor does it make it clear that the alien race was besieging the Tianyuan territory at the time, and the specific marching route was just mentioned briefly and then skipped."

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

Su Mo nodded slightly, put the book aside, and picked up the rest of the books to read one by one.

Knowing the fog disaster, he eagerly wanted to find a trace of inspiration for perfect disaster relief in these books, these cases that recorded the deeds of his predecessors.

On the way, Soma 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 Recipe Differentiation, and it records a lot of prescription combinations that utilize the unique medicinal materials of wasteland.

Relying on these prescriptions, as long as the corresponding medicinal materials can be found and configured according to the way he described, minor diseases such as colds, fever, and diarrhea can be cured perfectly, which greatly slows down the reduction in the number of human beings caused by these common diseases. .

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

According to Wan Jingnian's description, this medicinal recipe was obtained by accidental experimentation in the late four years of his wasteland. Decoction of the original medicinal materials in a certain proportion can greatly reduce the impact of moisture on the human body.

But unfortunately, since the foggy weather that year, the wasteland has basically never been hot and humid for such a long time, so his prescription is not very useful, and can only be shared for human use in a specific environment.

The second person's name is He Guozhan.

The book he wrote was called The Breeding Handbook, which sounded rustic.

But according to its sales volume, Soma flipped through it and found out that the things recorded in this book are really good.

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

According to this manual he compiled, it only takes half a year for the first litter to be brought out to the table, which is a source of protein that has greatly improved human intake.

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

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

After thinking about it for a while, although Soma felt that he had heard these two names, he didn't remember it so clearly.

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

He continued to read the rest of the books until after he had roughly read all the dozen or so books, Soma closed the last one in disappointment and leaned back on the chair.

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

But when it comes to the solution, there is only a prescription given in Wan Jingnian's book, and there is no solution at all.

Including the book that recorded the outstanding performance of mankind in every disaster, it also did not describe the fog in detail.

Obviously, human beings are at a loss for this kind of disaster, and can't find a good way to deal with it.

"Maybe after I go to the Academy of Sciences, I can ask Jianqiang and the others to see if they have found a way to restrain the fog?"

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

"Mist"

Concentrating his thoughts, even though the disaster hailstones in this ruined world are coming, Soma's mind is all about how to solve the fog.

After the winter disaster, the summer series of disasters will usher in heavy fog in less than two months.

At that time, we have to prepare for the flash flood and prepare for the heavy fog. The time is very rushed.

As a lord, he must think clearly early, so that once he returns to the wasteland of reality, he will be able to convey the order.

And while Soma was thinking.

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

Outside Sangtian Town, it suddenly became lively.

Next to the lush green wheat field, there are nearly 10,000 people standing on the field ridge, staring at the two black-painted machines below at full power, constantly rolling back and forth in the field, making a creaking sound.

Before, it was not that no one had tested a harvester to solve this harvesting problem.

However, if the fragile Xinghuo No. 3 wheat is harvested with an ordinary harvester, it will definitely cause the husks that protect the grains to be broken.

One mu of land, in the best case, can still collect 200 catties. If the speed is faster, even 50 catties will be difficult.

As a result, many people have forgotten about the harvester 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 Xinghuo-3?"

"Good guy, if we have this thing, won't we be unemployed next year?"

"What kind of unemployment, this thing can only be harvested but not packaged, threshed, we have to do the rest of the work."

"It's so fast, he can collect an acre of land in just a few minutes, right?"

After a while, as the harvester ran over more and more places, a group of workers were shocked when they went down to the ground.

The wheat harvested by the Nohshi harvester is even neater than that by hand, and the grains on the stalks are not damaged at all.

And based on this efficiency, I am afraid that it will only take two or three days, and the share belonging to Zizai Liangfang can be easily cut off.

"It's cool. After finishing the vote of Zizai Liangfang this year, I can still go to the official side to find a way to mix it up."

"Unfortunately, my family has only received a share of six acres of land in Liangfang. At this rate, we will be able to finish the cutting the day after tomorrow, and I would have known more points."

"Six mu? Grass, I only have half an mu. I'm envious!"

"There is very little land contracted out this year, right? It depends on whether the government is willing to let some more land out. With this harvester, where is the need for people to work hard in the fields?"

"You said why the government doesn't use such machines. If hundreds of them are opened in advance, why can't they be collected?"

"Yeah, it's a little weird"

After studying the graceful working posture of the noh stone harvester for a while, many people have new questions.

In the past, they always thought that Tianyuan Territory did not have such technology to develop a machine that could harvest Xinghuo-3 wheat.

In this way, it is necessary to recruit hundreds of thousands of outsiders every year for manual harvesting.

But looking at it now, there seems to be a problem.

A private Zizai Liangfang can actually have such a technology. The territorial officials supported by the famous Tianyuan Academy of Sciences have no reason to develop such a machine, right?

Why do you insist on not developing it, and have to cut it with your own hands?

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

All kinds of questions, as more and more wheat fields were cut by the harvester, began to ferment in the crowd.

The reason is simple.

All those who are willing to join the private Liangfang to make quick money are not afraid of enduring hardships and are unwilling to earn this point.

It is a plantation officially established by the territory, and the wages issued are really pitiful.

Compared with these private good houses, the official plantations are often about 20 points lower~www.readwn.com~ Counting the food, clothing, housing and transportation that come here every year, the money earned is often spent in it, and there is no way to keep it. several sons.

Many people have also asked why the treatment is so poor, but the official answer is: labor costs are high~www.readwn.com~ It is impossible to increase the treatment within the budget, and can only use other special items such as identity and materials. reward to satisfy.

But now, since most of the manual work can be replaced by machines, why keep maintaining such a traditional way?

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

"Hurry up and work. If there are machines on the plantation, we can cancel the contract and go there to make more money."

"Right, these disasters this year are too strange. If you can save a few more, let's save more."

"Early earn enough money to buy a good identity and go ashore. It's too difficult to be precarious every year."

"I hope there won't be any more troubles this summer, I almost scared me to death last night"

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After muttering for a long time, until the bell officially rang at ten o'clock, the gathered crowd dispersed again.

As far as the Tianyuan Territory, which is like a behemoth, they are small shrimps, and a few words can't influence the mind of the territory at all.

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

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

Of course, the simple pigeons didn't notice too much next to the fields tonight, and suddenly there were many guards with guns and live ammunition, watching them vigilantly.

Just like they can never know their true worth, even if the disaster has come to the eve.

Everyone still lives ignorantly and happily.