Chapter 243: Choice, big ship or small boat (1/2)

He took out a bowl of snow **** that was still glowing with coldness, covered his face and rubbed it twice, before adding the settled snow water.

After washing his face and hair, Somo only felt a lot more relaxed.

The greasy fatigue caused by staying up all night disappeared instantly.

The oil-sprinkled noodles that I rushed out yesterday were placed in the storage space. It was a little bit cooler when I took it out, but luckily the noodles were not yet together.

Waking up Moore, the first and fourth children began to hurriedly settle the breakfast.

In the wasteland, there is no concept of time, and it is driven by ”dreams” and ”self-control”.

After eating, watching Moore have begun to habitually wash the pots and dishes, he patted Moore's broad back with relief, and Su Mo slowly walked to the first floor.

At present, the oil reserves in the refuge are in a hurry.

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

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

There was no wasteland traffic police. After studying the structure of the rotary tiller, Somo 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 Somo returned to the workbench, and according to the idea in his mind, it took about 20 minutes to rub out an arm-thick iron chain.

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

Putting down the rear car's handbrake, stepping on the accelerator of the front car, and driving back and forth three or four laps. After confirming that the chain of the car behind and the car in front were connected stably, Somo was finally relieved.

”Knowledge on the earth is the wealth on the wasteland. By relying on the path of the predecessors, I can also restore the heyday of civilization and technology faster!”

Think of bare depressions and underground shelters with only one layer of wood a month ago.

Look at the ”new” refuge where there are now lush greenery, heavy boulders, and three giant steel beasts parked.

If there are construction achievements, the honor engraved in Somo's achievement book will definitely be shining!

”After waiting for today and tomorrow, the refuge will not worry about eating and drinking at all. When I pick up my sister, I will be able to study how to break the cage set by this world!”

Historically, it was the Emperor Ming Taizu who was able to go all the way from the beggar to the emperor, or the Emperor Gaozu of the Han all the way from childhood to the emperor.

Like these great men recorded in the history of China, Somo has evolved from a small employee in the past, just wanting to live in peace, and now, he wants to delve into what happened in this world.

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

”Only under high pressure can I grow up. Above the wasteland, the more fierce and fierce I am, the better I can protect my family and the better to find the truth!”

Seeing Oreo rushing to his back seat and Moore, who closed the door behind and sat on the rotary tiller, Sumo's fighting spirit flashed in his eyes, and there was no longer a trace of nostalgia for a stable life.

”Moore, two cars, be careful to drive slowly, don't bump into each other!”

He greeted, watching Moore nod his bear head cleverly, and after pulling the chain behind him curiously, Su Mo turned his head, released the brake of the ground tiger, and slowly stroked forward.

It can be seen from the size of the sparks that the IQ of wasteland creatures will become higher and higher after long-term drinking of Nether Energy Water.

This point has also been fully verified in Moore.

Under Somo's intentional or unintentional enlightenment, the Thunder Bear warrior's mind not only learned to farm, but also learned to drive various vehicles.

So far, Moore has driven the car, even a bit more stable than Somo, an old driver on this earth.

Be familiar with the road.

Looking at the marks on the ground that were about to be crushed, when Sumo recovered, the field opened by the candlelight refuge had already appeared at the end of the horizon.

Compared with the gray and black before, the field now is orange and yellow, and it looks very gratifying.

Rolling down the car window, the scent of wheat drifted into the car with the wind, bringing with it the smell of ”good harvest”.

It was already ten o'clock in the morning of the wasteland time, and all the refugees in the candlelight refuge successfully completed the harvest of the first crop and returned to the refuge to sleep against time.

Human stamina is limited. If you only rely on manpower to cultivate, even if you rely on the terrifying growth rate of sophisticated seeds, you can barely sow three rounds in three days.

But now, looking at the two rotary tillers in the rearview mirror, and looking at the screaming of several alert refugees below, the corner of Somo's mouth stretched out a thin arc.

The emergence of rotary tillers undoubtedly greatly liberated labor.

Several old drivers who could drive, according to Somo's request, went on the wrong shift.

In the hurried handover, watching the two rotary tillers start to turn the ground according to the established route, not only the people in the candlelight refuge were relieved, even Somo relieved the sense of urgency on the road.

The body of the refugees in the Candlelight Refuge has not been strengthened yet, and the rest period must be at least four to six hours to start.

Wandering around the quiet candlelight refuge, watching Zhong Qingshu curled up and sleeping in the corner of the room, Sumo's heart not only has a hint of warmth.

”The people in the Candlelight Refuge are poor people, or...most of the people who come to the end times are good people!”

”Vicious people like Huang Biao Maeda Kento are still a minority after all!”

In the end of the wasteland, everyone is a lonely individual eager to be embraced.

Including Zhong Qingshu too, whether in the real world or in the relics of time, this person is stubborn to death.

Regardless of what Sumo asked, Zhong Qingshu chose to keep his mouth shut for his family.