My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely!

ese cabbage.
Laid out neatly on the ground, they looked very pleasing to the eye.

Upon coming closer, it was even possible to see seed packets blooming with flowers amidst the soil that had been turned over and brought up while digging for the Chinese cabbages.

“Be careful and don’t ruin the tops!”

After giving Moore this admonishment and seeing that there was not much time left for planting, Su Mo decided to join in the vegetable harvesting.
He rapidly began turning over the black soil.

The fact that there was a human on one end and a bear at the other, coupled with the fact that it was easy to dig up vegetables buried underground, resulted in the bear and the human only using an hour to finish harvesting two acres of land.

Of course, if they had not had the Mountain and Sea Painting Scroll to help them recover from their physical exhaustion and replenish their psychic energy water so they could overcome the trance-like state brought on by such mechanical repetitive labor, they would have needed an entire barrel of water just from the several thousand times they bent down from the waist.

Su Mo waited until they had finished harvesting all the Chinese cabbages and carrots and for Moore to move all the plants to one side before he began the ripening of the remaining crops one last time.

This time, he took out the two ten-day coins and the single five-day coin and tossed them into the vegetable plot.

A surge of light burst forth as the soybeans and spring wheat on the ground rapidly began fruiting.
There were plump kernels and fat bean pods on every plant as the sweet smells of harvest rose from them.

One hour ago, the wheat seeds had been “slumbering” in the ground.

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One hour later, it had undergone transformative growth and become something qualified to be food!

Although he had already been startled at the Chinese cabbages and carrots, Su Mo still found it difficult to suppress his shock when he saw the large kernels on every wheat stalk.

The smell of ripened wheat wafted through the air and into his nostrils with the wind.
It was an amazing, one-of-a-kind experience.

It looked like a golden-colored carpet that had popped out in an instant from the dark soil—a divine sight to see.

Even Oreo, Big Spark, and Little Spark, who were still standing on the slope, were stunned.

The very next second, watching the three animals race down eagerly, Su Mo could no longer suppress his excitement as he walked into the wheat field.

“Oh my god, every kernel of this is money!”

As he walked into the field and brushed the large, plump kernels, a feeling of contentment and happiness spontaneously welled up in his heart.

Every excellent-quality seed was a most valuable treasure in the wasteland.

If he brought this to the market and people saw it, he would trigger an unprecedented stir.

As he pursed his lips and thought about the surge of resources that the base was about to experience, his physical tiredness diminished slightly.

“Should we use a shovel to… dig up this plant?”

Glancing at Moore, who was standing beside him and scratching the back of his head, Su Mo laughed and shook his head as he retrieved two sickles that he had prepared beforehand from his storage space.

‘If there’s no food, we will grow our own!

If the technology does not exist, we will invent it ourselves!’

As long as he still had two hands, the wasteland would not be able to stop him from progressing.

Harvesting this piece of land that was even more precious than gold was merely taking the first of many resolute steps!

“How am I supposed to cut with this thing!”

A trace of gratification appeared on Su Mo’s face as he swung the sickle in his hand and observed the intent expression on Moore’s face as the bear earnestly sought to learn.

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Although the previous pet egg had been branded as aggressive, Su Mo was now utilizing it in areas of production.

However, this had not affected Moore’s combat abilities.

After Su Mo had instructed him and showed him hands-on how to store the wheat after it was cut, Moore immediately began working.

What was more, he worked at a frighteningly swift pace!

If an average person’s harvesting speed was 1, and they could only harvest an acre of land per day…

Then Su Mo, whose efficiency had gone up to 5 after his body had gained substantial strength, could manually harvest between five to six acres of land per day.

In terms of numbers, if he did not take into account the times he used the Mountain and Sea Painting Scroll to regain physical strength and psychic energy water to replenish energy, his efficiency could be upped to between 7 or 8.

However, Moore…

He was probably at 20 from the start!

The structure of the bear’s limbs ensured he could swing the sickle steadily and accurately each time, and there was basically no need for him to grasp the ears of wheat by their tops.
He only needed a single stroke, and three or four kernels of wheat would separate from the stalk and fall onto the ground.

Moore was like an emotionless grass-cutting automaton.
Su Mo had not even reached the end of the wheat field to start harvesting before Moore had already finished cutting down one-tenth of the wheat in just a few short minutes!

“What a terrifying lightning bear.
His physique truly makes him an amazing farmhand.”

As Su Mo clicked his tongue and saw how energetically Moore was working, he did not dare dawdle any longer and began working as well.
The two of them put in effort together and at least managed to harvest all the wheat from two acres of land before ten o’clock in the morning.

They also took the opportunity to collect all the soybeans and place them neatly beside the pile of wheat.

Panting, both human and bear sat down on the slope to catch their breath.

Thankfully, after this round of harvesting, they could use automated tools to complete all the subsequent stages.
The tiring work had finally been completed!

“Moore, hang on for a while longer.
Come pull these kernels of wheat off their stalks.
After today you’ll be able to have a good rest.”

Su Mo retrieved a water bottle as large as a human head, filled with fresh psychic energy water, and passed it to the bear.

Moore took the bottle and chugged down every last drop of its contents.
Energy coursed through him once more as he labored hard beneath the burning sun.

They worked until about eleven-thirty..
When the last batch of plants had been transported back to the shelter by the storage space so they could be stockpiled there, Su Mo was finally able to heave a sigh of relief.