It is June 16, the eighth year of the last calendar year, at five o'clock in the evening.

Several large clouds floated in the afterglow of the setting sun, reflecting like fire.

Many migrant workers who had rested throughout the day began to go out to prepare for food and work at night.

But, after last night's explosion.

Although everyone could still maintain a smile on their faces, they were at least a little scared inside.

This is the top super large territory in the New World!

In the past, if anyone dared to come to Tianyuan territory to carry out an attack, they would probably be dealt with by the Inspectorate before they even started planning.

But this time, not only did the Supervision Department make no announcement to the outside world, but all the escort teams also kept silent.

It feels like the explosion last night never happened.

"No matter what, we will leave after the summer harvest anyway. If others want to take over the Tianyuan territory, it has nothing to do with us."

"It's just that the explosion last night looked fierce, but in fact it didn't hurt anything at all. I just heard that the higher-ups need to deal with it coldly."

"Cold treatment, no, isn't this a slap in the face of the territory? Can you still treat it coldly?"

A few idle men carrying rice bowls were squatting at the door of the restaurant, chatting while slurping the full noodles in the bowls.

The weather was hot, and the heat in the bowl steamed out, making them covered in stinky sweat.

But the restaurants on the roadside here are full of rich men, and no one cares.

Instead, a few more people gathered around and started talking.

After a while, as there were more and more people, the topics of conversation began to become more and more unrestrained.

The restaurant owner was also afraid that these "key political kings" would cause trouble, so he had to stand up and walk into the crowd.

However.

After he had taken a few steps, two more people stepped in from the flanks of the crowd.

One person looks strong and muscular, with lumps all over his body, while the other person has a sinister look on his face and opens his mouth:

"Hey, have you seen the new contract at Zizai Liangfang?"

We were just talking about why the lord of Tianyuan Territory disappeared for so long. After being interrupted, some people in the crowd immediately expressed their displeasure.

But when they heard the words "Zizai Liangfang" and the new contract, everyone's attention was attracted again.

"What new contract?!!"

"As for the new contract that does not require harvesting, but only requires picking wheat in the fields, the workload is not a little less, but we can still get half of it?"

"Half? Just need to pick it up? Are you kidding me?"

"That is, if you really need to pick it up, you are not giving us money. You can get the money just by bending down."

"You kid, please don't spread rumors and let others know about it, otherwise you won't even recognize me."

Several lazy men put down their bowls with expressions of disbelief.

But what he didn't expect was that the man with the sinister eyebrows still patted his chest and promised:

"Who is teasing you? If you don't believe me, let's go and see!"

Now, I saw his vow.

Everyone couldn't help but stop talking, stood up one after another, and left quickly under the surprised look in the shop owner's eyes.

If this news is false, then their trip is at most in vain and should be considered a walk after dinner.

But if this news is true, then there is nothing to say.

In this kind of money-picking job, whoever runs faster will definitely get it!

Slow people can't even drink soup.

"There are a lot of people coming to sign up. It is initially estimated to be upwards of 3,000 people. There are also many people who have defaulted on the contract from Qiankun Grain Store."

"If we don't impose restrictions, we can admit at least 5,000 more people tonight!"

Standing in front of the store, looking at the endless queue, Sun Quan reported hurriedly.

This scene really surprised him.

Previously, the best estimate of the number was only 5,000 people.

However, with the impact of this "explosion" that can be called a stroke of genius, many people are panicked and can't think of working hard.

In this way, the work that only requires picking wheat becomes the meat and potatoes.

Not only can you make money easily, but you can also detect dangers in advance and avoid them.

Even if the Qiankun Food Store across the street bites the bullet and increases the previous treatment by one point and continues to offer profits, it can't stop the surging flow of people from flowing to Zizai Liangfang.

"Don't worry, there will be more people after tonight."

"Prepare the emergency plan. I need to wait until all our Liangfang employees can receive the news in time."

"Also, tonight's harvest must start on time. Even if we can't organize everyone to go, we still have to get started!"

After listening to Sun Quan's report, Sumo nodded frequently and slowly relaxed his frown.

After taking back the two harvesters that had been manufactured by Baoyu Heavy Industry, I personally went to the field to supervise and review the harvest results.

He already has a 100% certainty about this summer harvest.

At full power, small and medium-sized harvesters on Earth can only harvest at an efficiency of ten acres per hour, and they need to stop every four hours to cool down the engine.

But these two wasteland version harvesters.

Just the Type 2 agricultural energy stone engine it is equipped with is incomprehensible.

This engine not only does not need to rest, but also reduces the energy consumption burden of the engine during continuous operation, continuously providing sufficient energy to all parts of the harvester.

And the effect of using the buffer alloy is amazing.

Even the fragile Xinghuo No. 3 wheat will not be shattered into pieces by the sharp blade, and the main body will still be intact when it falls to the ground.

Judging from the results of the first use, this harvester can harvest at least hundreds of acres of land per hour, which is about the size of six or seven football fields.

For three days, on duty 24 hours a day, each machine can take away the burden of at least 7,000 acres of land.

Plus those ordinary people who still choose to harvest with energy stone sickles.

Not to mention the 15,000 acres contracted by Zizai Liangfang, even including the 13,000 acres contracted by Qiankun Grain Company, it is not a big problem.

"It's a pity that the big head was taken away by the territory, otherwise I would build more than a dozen of them."

"Wouldn't it be very comfortable for me to harvest all these hundreds of thousands of acres of fields?" After sighing for a while, Sumo put away his thoughts.

In the past, when there were many private farms, the most contracted fields could reach 60,000 to 70,000 acres.

However, due to vicious competition in the past two years, less and less farmland has been released, and most of it has returned to the hands of the territory.

Like this time, Sangtian Town's own harvesting factory is the main employer of foreign workers.

It is estimated that there are no less than 100,000 people working for them alone. They are not only engaged in harvesting wheat and rice. They are also responsible for cultivating and picking some vegetables. The work is so busy that even an iron man would be scared.

"Okay, don't watch them sign up here. Go back and have a rest."

"In the next three days, forget it, you will know after tonight." Sumo waved his hand.

"Okay, I'll go in and take a nap too." The two of them entered the inner hall together and then separated.

Leaving Somo alone, he returned to the laboratory and sat in front of the clean and tidy micro operating platform.

He suddenly thought of those people who were willing to earn a meager income in official plantations, but were still unwilling to quit and join private farms.

Maybe they are truly awake.

Ordinary people are unable to resist in the face of disasters. All they can rely on is a strong territory.

Working in private shops, they can at most get some seemingly generous income in a short period of time to satisfy the rest of their lives.

But if you look at it over time.

Although wages in official plantations are low, status is often used as a temptation to reward those who work hard.

And as long as you participate in the summer harvest for five consecutive years and achieve good results, you can directly join the territory as a plantation worker.

Now, it is already the fourth year of the summer harvest in the territory.

If you hold on until next year, maybe someone can join the territory in this way, no longer be a wandering prodigal, and completely own a home.

"Identity is indeed a double-edged sword in the wasteland. Sometimes it does more harm than good, and sometimes it does more good than harm."

"We can't say they made the right or wrong choice. Time will prove it."

Clearing away these messy thoughts, Somo raised his hand and took out several neatly printed books from his desk pocket.

This was collected temporarily after he returned to Liangfang after listening to Zhang Min's account of the hail disaster.

What is recorded on it is the specific situation and evolution of each disaster since humans traveled to the wasteland.

Some people collected these disasters, made their own regular analysis, and attached corresponding response methods to each disaster, so as to sell and make money.
To be continued...