Read Novel Full Chapter 11
Chapter 11: End Of The Second Day In The Wasteland
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Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
[Large Scale Vegetable Culture Medium (Good)]
Area: 35 square meters (square water requirement: 50ml/square meter/day)
Description: Increases speed of vegetable growth by a small margin, self-pollinated, quality of planted vegetables will not be lower than the quality of the culture medium.
Special ability: Condensed sensing (as long as the soil on the culture medium receives light, the effect can be transferred to all vegetables)
Comment: Look, Master, there is a culture medium over here. I’ll harvest the vegetables in the culture medium for you to eat, Master…
Su Mo smiled when he saw the unique property of the culture medium. It was no wonderLi Xiufeng did not stop hiking up the asking price.
Perhaps evenLi Xiufeng himself did not think that using 1750ml of water every day for the culture medium was possible for anyone at this stage.
Not to mention that it was more worthwhile to trade the water directly than using that much water on the vegetables.
Despite that, Su Mo did not mind. This was a factor that he was not at all concerned about.
Su Mo’s sharp observation allowed him to understand the implication of the culture medium’s property introduction.
The quality of the vegetables harvested would never be lower than “good” quality.
That property might seem to be of little value, but in Su Mo’s hands, it was practically a godsend.
As long as he had extra survival points, he was going to invest them into his culture medium’s quality upgrade as his vegetable quality would also follow suit.
He was already thinking about the rare quality or higher vegetables he was going to get in the future.
Su Mo allowed his tears to flow freely.
After opening up the trading panel, Su Mo easily bought enough seeds to sow over thirty-five square meters.
The price of the seeds was ridiculously low.
Everything totaled up to only 10ml of water!
In the modern age, what would 10ml of water get you? Take the cap of a bottle of Nongfu Spring for example. The bottle cap would hold around 8ml of water.
Su Mo used barely more than a bottle cap of water to exchange for dozens of seeds. That was more outrageous than the big sales they had in modern days. If Hua Tuo saw what was going on, he would be crying right now.
For two whole days, Su Mo had not eaten a single piece of vegetable and his taste buds had almost stopped working.
The farming ability engraved in his genes from his ancestor’s blood was activated from the moment Su Mo got the seeds!
Out of the thirty-five square meters worth of seeds, Su Mo intended to use a large portion to grow tomatoes and the rest to plant garlic and cabbage.
In the early eras, people in the South lived in fertile areas and fully satisfied their body’s need for vitamins through the rich variety of vegetables, fruits, and seafood.
However, the people in the north could only selectively plant certain vegetables to sustain their lives because of the limited water and restrictive land conditions.
Among them, tomatoes, garlic, cabbage, and potatoes were the main ingredients.
Tomatoes could improve digestion and make it easier for him to pass motion.
Garlic could detox, act as a pesticide, and kill bad bacteria in the stomach. For the garlic shoots, he could use them as aromatics for vegetable stir-fry or even eat them as snacks on any day.
Potatoes were high-yield crops and kept one’s stomach full. Eating potatoes for a meal would provide the person enough energy to do a full day’s work.
As for the cabbage, the reason for the choice was because of its convenience of storage. Besides that, it had a good texture and was included in many recipes of northerners.
The four vegetables were all perfect for Su Mo at that moment.
After making a decision, Su Mo decided to give up on planting potatoes.
After retrieving the vegetable culture medium from the inventory, the initially empty shelter suddenly felt cramped.
After placing the medium under the skylight and sowing all the vegetable seeds in the soil according to their spacing, Su Mo pondered to himself.
“The time for tomatoes and garlic to grow is around three months, while cabbage is a little faster—about two months.
“But I don’t know how much the culture medium will speed things up.”
Sowing seeds was a pain.
Su Mo did not know much about agriculture, so he could only pray for the best from the culture medium.
After all, it was too difficult to find the right fertilizer in a post-apocalyptic situation. As for getting some plant ash for fertilizers, Su Mo thought about it and decided to get through the first disaster before considering it.
Without a clock, everyone living in the wasteland reverted to the historical routine of life that was based around sunrise and sunset.
As Su Mo sat on his chair, he began to take stock of the supplies he currently had.
The first thing was the most important gold mine in his base—his psychic energy water.
After an afternoon of collection, his psychic energy water had accumulated to 1000ml again.
The rate was 300ml per hour. If it was not to control the supply, Su Mo wished he could take out all of it and exchange them for supplies.
As for his strategic mineral material—iron—he had currently acquired 130 units of it from trading.
If his shelter was to change into an iron shelter in the future, according to the requirement of two units of iron blocks per square meter, he was still 70 units short to upgrade his shelter’s material structure which would make it more solid and safe.
However, before he had a lightning-protection structure, that would only be a vision for the time being.
In terms of food, he ate a catty of Dalieba in the afternoon and still had nine catties left.
Eating that was a temporary solution for his hunger. The bread was as hard as a rock. If it was not for him soaking it in water, Su Mo’s teeth would not have been able to bite through it.
The rest of his miscellaneous items were his pet egg and his single blueprint.
After checking through his inventory, Su Mo went back to the trading market for some window shopping. Compared to hustle and bustle in the afternoon, the trading market became cold and quiet at night.
Just like before, water and food were still hard currency and were very scarce.
Or another way to put it was that everyone was hoarding them.
After all, no one—except for Su Mo—knew if they could still find water resources the next day after taking a sip from their supply.
After failing to find anything of value, Su Mo had nothing better to do, so he dove into the chat channel again.
It was mainly to gather some information.
Inside the World Channel, there were too many messages. At night, everyone was trapped in their shelter and could only communicate to relieve their loneliness.
Su Mo swept through the chats quickly and only stopped and looked when he found interesting keywords.
After the first day, there were already many players who encountered ruins generating around them by the second day.
However, not everyone was brave enough to go in and explore.
Most of them stayed outside and only peered in.
According to the descriptions of some of the players who entered the ruins, once they exited the ruins, it would disappear.
They only had one chance to explore it.
There was also a time limit after entering the ruins. According to some vague statements, you would get thrown out forcefully around two hours or so.
As for the dangers that lied inside the ruins and what they were, there was no mention of any of them.
After Su Mo learned this new information, he felt unnerved.
Perhaps the ruins were not as great as some people had thought, and perhaps they were full of danger.
No one gave accurate descriptions of the dangers there were inside, most likely because none of the people who encountered said dangers made it back to their bases alive.
Only those who survived could talk.
The dead could not.
The best proof was that there were only 762 people left in the Regional Channel at that moment.
After one day, more than two hundred people died in the wasteland, never to return to earth to see their families again.
Inevitably, a sadness for the loss of his kind rose in Su Mo’s heart.
He wondered if he should enter any ruins that were generated near him tomorrow.
It was a solid idea to stay inside the base and slowly wait for his psychic energy water to accumulate, but the lucrative reward he got for killing the chameleon excited Su Mo too much.
The Doomsday Survival System’s upgrade options still required new items to be activated.
If he could follow the normal course of development without encountering any disasters or mutant creatures, Su Mo would have been fine with staying locked up in the base for a long, long time.
However, in a world like that, he could not!
There were terrible mutant beasts, randomly generated ruins, unknown disasters…
“I don’t feel safe locked up inside the place. After all, my base is way too weak. My door is only made out of wood and if a mutant beast that was a little fiercer came knocking, it would probably kill me before I knew what was happening.”
“If a ruin appears, I’ll have to go and explore. When the time comes, I’ll explore around the outer circle of the ruins and retreat as soon as a problem arises.”
Under the bright firelight, there was a trace of tenacity on Su Mo’s face.
To survive a doomsday situation, one would have to move forward or they would fall.
In terms of supplies and the development of his shelter, he had the survival system and he was confident that there was no one stronger than him.
In terms of his individual strength and disposition, Su Mo would prefer not to fall behind.
“When my family comes, I must be strong enough to protect them!”
After repeatedly stoking his steadfastness in his heart, Su Mo’s mentality underwent a huge change for the first time.
The refined and cultured character of the humans that arrived from the age of civilization were gradually abandoned, while the ferocity and wildness of their primal instincts were continuously activated.
Su Mo held his Japanese Oak Spear and laid down on his bed.
A few moments later, he fell into a deep sleep as his breathing gradually slowed down.
…
In the darkness of the night, starlight shone and countless dark figures moved vigorously in the wasteland with their intermittent roars.
There were constantly human shelters being breached, accompanied by screams and beastly roars. As time passed, the peaceful quiet returned.
There were also countless fierce people who set traps and deliberately lured beasts. When the mutant beasts came to their doors, they would capture and kill them with one stroke.
In the mining area, numerous hard-working people still held their torches as they bent over mineral ores, mining away for resources.
It was the second day of the Doomsday calendar.
The livelihood of humans was at stake!