And with power, a bag of wheat can be ground in just a few dozen seconds.

Although it was the first time to use this thing, as the maker, the refugees had not built something for twenty or thirty minutes, so Sumo could easily help them build it.

The generators in the candlelight shelter were purchased in the morning after harvesting and were purchased in the market.

At this time, after filling fuel and starting the power connection, the grinder begins to rotate quickly.

Dongdongdongdongdongdongdongdong...

The sound of a drum was spreading around the open earth.

Not only did the four women who were scared to the operation, but they also attracted the attention of many refugees who worked hard in the field.

"The noodles grinder, damn it, it's moving!"

"Wuhu, take off, I'll have noodles to eat at night!"

"I want to eat three bowls, no, I want to eat five bowls, today I must have a full meal."

Adults can still hold back the excitement in their hearts, and a few half-aged children screamed, and the atmosphere in the fields immediately rose.

With a hoe on the front row, you can see the dough grinder in the past. Although you are working, your mind has long been floating far away.

Hurry!

Hurry!

Pour a bag of wheat with bran into the wheat bucket above, and start peeling and grinding quickly as the machine is running.

A few seconds later, when the first wisp of white flour appeared in the collection bucket, all the refugees who could see the flour, including the four women who controlled the machine, could hardly help crying with joy.

Picking up a handful of flour, and with the encouragement of Sumo's eyes, the young woman cried and ran to the ground, and she still shouted:

"We have flour, we have white flour!"

The woman's shouting was not loud, and it could only be heard by the few people recently, but at this moment, when the person who heard it saw the white flour, the faint voice suddenly became louder.

“We have flour!!!”

One person, five people, ten people, fifty people...

When all the refugees standing in the fields started shouting, the wind on this plain seemed to speed up a little, cheering and encouraging these hard-working people!

I shouted for three or five minutes. When everyone stopped and wanted to continue working, I don’t know who brought a mouthful, and a new round of shouts continued.

"Long live Sumo! Long live the candlelight shelter!"

"The wasteland belongs to humans, and the wasteland belongs to Su Shen!"

"Follow Su Shen, it is not difficult to leave the wasteland. Follow Su Shen, the wasteland is full of vegetables!"

"Long live humanity! We want to conquer this land, we want to conquer this continent!"

"We want to go back to Earth!"

Just as the problem of eating is solved, do you have to conquer the wasteland?

I live a long and want to go back to Earth every day?

If there is a keyboard warrior, at this moment, the cute refugees will definitely be sprayed into sieve.

But at this moment, on this small continent of hope and under the wings of Sumo that are enough to "cover the sky", no one will criticize these refugees' "second-second" and no one will laugh at these people as "arrogant"!

From the fields, outside the fields, and then to the village, the slogan calling us to return to the earth began to be neatly connected.

At the moment when the harvest is about to be harvested, the saying that we want to return to the earth has become the eternal pursuit in the hearts of refugees!

Even Somo, who was standing at the entrance of the village and looking into the distance, could not help but be moved by the atmosphere.

In my heart, in the heart that only Sumo could hear, heavy but hopeful oaths sounded silently.

"Yes!"

"This wasteland is not the home of mankind, and this sky is not the sky of the earth!"

"One generation, ten generations, as long as humans are not extinct!"

"Our goal will definitely be..."
Chapter completed!