The Infrastructure Maniac in the Cursed Land

[Farming + Infrastructure + Food + Management + Daily Life] | The infrastructure of another world on the tip of your tongue Niu Ma engineer Lin Yue fell at post 996, As soon as you open your eyes, the beginning is a cursed place with hell difficulty. Good news: It comes with a "Civilization on the Bite of the Tongue" system that can be exchanged for black technology. Bad news: The system is a bitch. What I thought was an easy gourmet business stream turned out to be an all-around path. No one-click victory? Burning bricks, making steel, and building infrastructure, I can do it! Farming and breeding to open up wasteland, I can! Unite the refugees, fool the dwarves, and also kidnap a hidden boss to be a bodyguard. I can do it too! When he first arrived in the cursed land, Lin Yue built a stove, drew a plan, and built a house. The water must be clear, the roads must be straight, and the houses must be stable; people must have enough food, warm sleep, and dignity. However, he soon discovered that there was something wrong with the painting style of this continent: The elegant elves, due to the lack of a certain key mushroom, their magic power has declined and their eyesight has become difficult to use; The strong dwarves rely on trembling hands to hammer and hammer, and their ancestral forging skills are almost lost, and it turns out to be a problem due to lack of salt; The brave orcs go crazy at the slightest disagreement. It turns out that this is a nutritional and hygienic problem caused by long-term raw food... The so-called racial talent defects are all caused by hunger or malnutrition? ! Lin Yue said: I can also do this question! As a result, the painting style across the continent began to deviate: The aloof elf elder almost uprooted his own sacred tree for a bowl of hot and sour noodles with spicy flavor; The grumpy dwarf was holding beer and mala hotpot, thinking about how to enchant the potato peeler; The mighty orc crown prince secretly signed up for a crash course as a chef in Hope Town behind the tribe's back... He used blueprints and a pot that was always hot to sew the riddled wasteland into the shape of a home. When the smoke rises side by side on the roof ridges, when the first waterwheel roars by the stream, when the first whistle cuts across the wasteland, Hope Town has transformed from a crumbling refugee camp into a fertile land that the whole continent yearns for. There is no domineering spirit here, only systems and production capabilities; This is not a heroic legend, but a process of repairing life bit by bit. What the whole continent is waiting for me to update is not the menu, but the hope of survival. Every meal and every journey in Hope Town is the direction to go home. "I once dreamed of building a big house to accommodate all the same homeless people." "Now, I have built a city." Intention: Use knowledge and sweat to water the fields of hope, and build a bridge of understanding through communication and sharing.