My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely!

d Moore, took his tools, and quickly began harvesting the fruits.

Su Mo lay prone to harvest the trees, from the tops all the way down to the lower sections.

Moore was even more violent.
He took advantage of his physical body to knock the fruits down from the trees in two tries, then went on the ground on all fours, frantically picking them up.

After observing for a while on the sidelines, Oreo joined the team that was rushing to get the harvest in.
Using her claws to dig and her large mouth to bite, she was so fast she seemed to fly.

In less than an hour, Earth Tiger was piled full.

By the time they harvested their second round, a light drizzle was already falling from the sky.

Luckily, all three of them worked fast.
In the end, they were able to harvest more than 90% of the fruits before the storm broke completely.

As for the rest of the fruit, they could be left to return to the soil, decaying into inorganic matter and nourishing the fertility of the black soil land.

Flash!

Boom!

Lightning dazzling enough to pierce heaven and earth flashed across the pitch-black sky.

Just as Su Mo parked Earth Tiger, the rain finally came with a rumble of thunder!

Whoosh!

Previously, the ground had been an endless snowy field that resembled a sealed-off kingdom of snow.

Now, however, in the humid, sultry air, the rain that poured down from the heavens resembled a midsummer deluge in the sixth month.

In just a short three to five seconds, the sheets of rain in front of the Underground Shelter’s entrance had become one continuous torrent.

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“Wow, it’s raining, it’s raining!”

This was Moore’s first time seeing rain since he was born.
The sight energized him.
He rushed out, rolling and crawling on the ground and kicking up a ruckus in the rain.

The warm rainwater beat down on Moore’s smooth fur like a massage.
It felt so comfortable that he rolled around madly on the snowy ground.

Shaking his head as he saw Oreo run out as well and go crazy in the rain, then glancing at the piles of fruits on the ground that had been harvested in such a hurry, Su Mo found his own reasons for being happy.

Bringing out the good-quality comfortable deck chair he had previously traded for, Su Mo picked up an apple, sat in front of the entrance, and began munching leisurely.

He sucked his tongue between his teeth…

So sweet!

Although the apple trees had not gone through any pruning, the fruit on the branches still far outstripped the best quality obtainable from planned modern agriculture.

However, even though rare-quality fruits had only a sole bonus attribute of being tasty, the way they stimulated his tastebuds still exceeded Su Mo’s wildest imagination.

With every bite, apple juice oozed forth, letting one experience what it was to taste something sweet but not cloying!

A relaxing deck chair, torrents of rain, and fresh fruits.

A bear that liked to roll around on the rain-soaked ground, a husky that liked to flop around, and two chickens fluttering around.

As Su Mo hurriedly dealt with remaining matters, the welfare disaster came to an end in this quiet, peaceful atmosphere.

Over at the Candlelight Shelter, after Su Mo signaled that the mad rush of harvesting should be abandoned, everyone returned to their homes to avoid the rain.

Just because they had food did not mean they had regained their physical fitness.

Given the refugees’ depleted, fatigued bodies at present, if they were not careful and came down with a cold or a fever, even if Su Mo treated them, it would still take them a long time to recover.
The gains would not make up for the losses.

Furthermore, the supplies they had harvested for now were more than sufficient!

The small mountain of accumulated spring wheat aside, just the vegetables they had rushed to harvest now filled every person’s home.

Given Su Mo’s command, the refugees did not dare go out either.
They could do nothing except return to their houses and stare at the spaces that were now so full there was barely room to set foot.
Their expressions indicated that they were unsure whether they should laugh or cry.

People who were so poor they had learned to fear poverty behaved in such a manner.

The sudden abundance of supplies made everyone feel that it was a little too good to be true.
It was this “timely rain” that extinguished these doubts in everyone’s minds and forced them to settle down.

Of course, as the storm continued, all the refugees went out with umbrellas to unclog the drains.
They were afraid that if this rain went on for a few days, it would submerge the food supplies that they had collected with such difficulty.

“Rainwater that is close to zero degrees or colder than five or six degrees will become a thick layer of ice when it comes in contact with the snowy ground.

“Based on the current temperature, however, with this rain, the solid surface of the snow is also starting to melt.

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“The next disaster is 99% going to be…

“A flood!”

Every drop of “high-temperature” rainwater falling onto the solid surface of the snow was like water being poured into an oily pan.

On the surface of the ice, countless tiny bubbles appeared.
They mixed with the rainwater as it fell onto the ground and was greedily absorbed by the plants.

Su Mo sat at the shelter entrance from morning till noon, then from noon until early evening.

After the Candlelight Shelter’s joint supplies statisticians calculated the ownership percentages of all the supplies, Su Mo rubbed his slightly numb shoulder and stood up.

“When I transport everything back tomorrow, as long as nothing unforeseen happens, I won’t have to worry about daily supplies anymore!”

Using the system’s weighing function, the Candlelight Shelter had already calculated the harvest of the various crops during this welfare disaster.

As someone who had a 70% share, the amount that Su Mo would get was rather frightening.

Five rounds of spring wheat had been planted, and the total area sown for all five rounds came to 929 mu.

These five rounds produced an average of 1846 catties for every mu of land!

Altogether, the wheat harvest this time had 1.71 million catties remaining, after excluding some odds and ends, as well as what had been used.

Because of the weather, most of the wheat did not have enough drying time, so the flour yield was slightly lower than expected.

72%!

With 1.71 million catties of wheat, a total of 1.23 million catties of flour could be ground.
This number, multiplied by the share that Su Mo could get was…

860 thousand catties!

In tons, that was a full 430 tons!

The volume of flour was 0.52g/cm3, and one cubic meter could hold 500 kilograms of flour.
In just three days, merely by relying on a welfare disaster, Su Mo had accumulated enough flour to fill 800 cubic meters of space.

“Amazing.
This has now created a big problem for me.”

Even if Su Mo had been mentally prepared before planting, now, however…

Seeing the data that had been calculated, as well as computing just how much flour would occupy 800 cubic meters, Su Mo’s face revealed a blissful “annoyance”.

How should he design a storage space for so much food?