Great time travel

Chapter 50. Arnus City in the Eyes of Indigenous Peoples
PS: After reading the comments on the post bar, they are all about how to black science fiction. As for the name of the protagonist in the next book, no one seems to care at all.

Or it should be called Wang Qiu, nicknamed Qiuqiu.I feel that the name Wang Qiu seems to have become one of my brands.

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Fantastic world, Farmat continent, Arnus hill

Today's Arnus Hills can no longer see its original appearance as a desolate small hill, but is completely surrounded by a huge city.Around the city, the salt marshes once soaked by seawater have been developed into stretches of arable land, orchards, nurseries and pastures, as well as dotted artificial lakes, presenting an idyllic scene.Highways and small roads shuttled among them, the former valleys and valleys were bridged, and the clear snow water from the distant mountains flowed along the irrigation ditches and flowed into the fields and reservoirs.

As for the streetscape in the urban area, apart from the lack of skyscrapers, it is already quite modern.If you don't consider the exaggerated city walls that seem to have been moved out of "Attack on Titan" on the periphery of "Arnus City", then it is probably equivalent to the level of a prosperous county town in a developed coastal province in China.

However, the population living in this city is still surprisingly small.In addition to more than 1 garrisons and more than 3000 state employees, there are less than [-] volunteers who have undergone strict verification and are allowed to live on the outer city wall between the two city walls and engage in some service work.Occasionally, a team of specially-approved reporters would come to visit and report on the different world on the "gate", but they would only go back and forth on the same day and would not be allowed to stay overnight.

However, outside the current city walls of Arnus City, it has gradually become somewhat popular, even bustling...

"... Ding Dong! Good morning! It's seven o'clock local time in Arnus! A new day has begun again! Hard-working people should wake up! I'm today's announcer on duty, the cute dog Bo Li! Next is today's morning song, "Perfume Lily" from another world..."

Accompanied by the sweet call of a dog-eared woman, the subhuman refugees in No. [-] purification camp at the foot of the mountain in the outskirts also opened their sleepy eyes and stumbled out of the bed.Then, while listening to the upbeat music from the loudspeaker outside the door, they began to dress and wash—all refugees were checked twice a day for their appearance, morning and evening, and those who failed would be severely punished.Even races like the pig-headed people who used to be sloppy have been educated to wash themselves clean by sticks, whips, electric shocks, and starvation by outsiders these days.

However, Mishali, a red card prostitute in front of the Heijie in the imperial capital, who was born in the Yiren tribe, was ready to welcome a new day before that - as the saying goes, "the early bird catches the worm".Although the winged humans do not eat bugs, they still retain the habit of birds getting up early.She woke up on the roof of the barracks as early as the dawn of the sky, and now she has combed her beautiful wavy blond hair and the snow-white wings behind her.

Well, it is also a traditional custom of races such as the Winged Human Race and the Harpy to be used to sleeping in high places.When she made a living by selling laughter in the Black Street of the Imperial Capital, Mishali always found a big tree and built a small nest on it.Even if they couldn't find a suitable big tree, they would try to sleep on the roof. According to their words: "If there is something above the head blocking the sky, it will feel very uncomfortable and it will be difficult to fall asleep."

This kind of racial eccentricity made the managers of the No. [-] purification camp scratch their heads. Fortunately, the refugee dormitories in the purification camp are all board houses with flat roofs. Not too big.And when it rains, they will also move into the house...

All in all, when most of the demihuman refugees in this purification camp are busy taking care of their hair, fur and clothes, in case they are randomly checked by the manager later, Mishali can continue to lie in bed On the roof, enjoy the fresh mountain breeze in the morning and a moment of leisure time.

However, when the morning song played on the tweeter gradually ended, and the smell of food began to waft from the huge shed in the center of the purification camp that served as a canteen, Mishali also had to jump off the small nest on the roof and pick up the Plastic bowls, queuing up to get today's breakfast.

Same as the previous few days, the breakfast provided by the No. 3 purification camp today is still biscuits and hot soup: at the beginning, the relevant departments also provided bread as the staple food for the demihuman refugees.However, more than [-] Asian refugees, plus the nearby mountain people who were taken in before, consume a huge amount of bread every day, and it is really troublesome to transport and store.So in order to save trouble, I simply replaced the staple food with soda biscuits that are smaller in size and easier to transport and store. In some people's eyes, it is already very humanitarian not to let them eat expired compressed biscuits.

The main content of the hot soup has also been downgraded from vegetables and fresh meat at the beginning to dehydrated dried vegetables and aged canned meat in the strategic reserve warehouse. Because the canned meat contains oil and salt, there is no need for condiments at all. To prepare, as long as the soup is being made, let the native cooks recruited from the refugees in Gota village pour the prescribed share of dehydrated dried vegetables and canned meat into the big pot, and then boil the water in the pot.

By the standards of modern Chinese, such a biscuit + stewed soup meal is naturally comparable to pig food, as long as it is served for three consecutive days, it will definitely provoke a mutiny.But for the natives of the Falmat continent, especially the subhuman refugees at the bottom of the alien society, it is already a festive feast—at least it is better than the ones they usually eat mixed with wood chips and gravel Stronger than black bread, and bacon harder than wood.

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Now the demihuman refugees in the No. [-] purification camp can already line up in front of the steaming soup pot in a very orderly manner.But in the beginning, they were able to fight for a bowl of hot soup, and now they are obedient completely with sticks.

——Similar to the development of modern personal hygiene habits, in order to let these indigenous residents with loose discipline concepts on the Farmat continent develop the rules of queuing as quickly as possible, the only way the relevant departments can come up with at present is Stick education.Now working for the Arnus city government, the former Gota village refugee who served as the guard of the demihuman purification camp was beaten up by the prison guards temporarily seconded by the relevant department for three meals a day and free clothes and shelter. .Now it's their turn to use sticks to teach the newcomers how to obey the rules. Naturally, they are all gearing up and being extremely fierce. They wave the hard rubber sticks loudly, and from time to time they catch some unlucky guy who forgets the rules and jumps in the queue rashly. Give me a good beating.

However, even if they were beaten with sticks by the guards, these demihuman refugees just endured silently.In fact, they had already enjoyed the torture and suffering even more painful than a few sticks when they lived in the decontamination camp. The group was driven into a bathhouse of astonishing scale, and each was given a piece of sulfur soap and a brush, and ordered them to wash their bodies from top to bottom.If the washing is not clean enough, they are not allowed to come out. As a result, many unlucky werewolves and cats were washed to lose their hair.

What followed was another extremely shameful medical examination, everything from blood and urine tests to filming, probably just a gastroscopy.Some of the orcs who were not washed until they lost their hair were shaved off because they were diagnosed with skin diseases to facilitate the application of medicine.In the end, each refugee was issued an identity card, which was hung around his neck with a rope, and was told to eat with the card in the camp, and he would be fined heavily if he lost the card.

After finally going through all this trouble, I took back the luggage that was sent for unified disinfection and sterilization, received plastic cups and bowls for eating and drinking, as well as towels, toothpaste and toothbrush, and ate a delicious meal of white bread and Hot bouillon soup to suppress the shock - at that time, the relevant departments had not changed the staple food from bread to biscuits, and immediately there were a few fierce aunts - all the aborigines who took refuge in the aliens earlier, Preach various rules to the newly arrived demihuman refugees: you are not allowed to leave the camp without permission, you are not allowed to climb over the barbed wire to visit other purification camps, and things like cups, bowls, and toothbrushes are only allowed to be used by yourself and not exchanged.All personal belongings must be placed on the shelves in an orderly manner. Spitting and defecating are not allowed anywhere. You are not allowed to leave the barracks at night. Even if you go to the toilet, you have to get a "pass card" from the sentinel at the door before you can go out... a lot Hearing the unheard of cumbersome rules, these demi-human refugees who are accustomed to being free and easy rolled their eyes for a moment, and they almost wanted to scream.

However, people have to bow their heads under the eaves. Since they expect to eat free relief food from outsiders, no matter how complicated the rules are, the demihuman refugees have no other choice but to accept and endure—those who are truly rebellious The violent elements usually do not stay among the refugees to earn a living.So the refugees finally chose to take an oath of obedience publicly, expressing their willingness to obey all orders from the outsiders.

Seeing a girl with cat ears being scolded and crying by the fat aunt in charge of the cafeteria because she lost her ID card, Mishali, who was queuing up with an empty bowl, couldn't help but sigh slightly, "...ah, want to It is really not easy to eat Chinese food!"

——In the beginning, these demihuman refugees called these strange human soldiers "men in green clothes" according to their clothes and colors, but after hearing about their origins, they changed their name to "people from another world", After entering the purification camp and receiving a simple and rough education, these subhuman refugees finally knew a little bit of common sense about the different world, and finally learned to call them "Chinese".

However, although it is not easy to eat Chinese food, no matter how troublesome it is, it is much better than having no food.Compared with the daily gruel provided by the imperial government, most of the subhuman refugees would rather work hard to abide by the cumbersome rules, and then enjoy the rich food provided by the Chinese.Moreover, the Chinese who came from another world not only provided them with three full meals a day, but also provided them with free clothes to wear, and arranged for them to live in decent houses—those wooden houses and iron frame beds in the purification camp, in modern times In the eyes of people, it is simple enough, but in the eyes of the natives of other worlds, it is already much higher grade than their mud huts with air and rain leakage and the straw piles used as beds.Especially the huge pieces of transparent glass on the windows of each prefabricated house made the demihuman refugees speechless for a long time: In this world, glass is still a luxury...

Of course, there are also a small group of guys who are used to being wild and can't bear any discipline at all. After several failed education with sticks, they are finally dragged out of the purification camp. It is said that they are stuffed into the dark mine to dig stones In short, no one saw their figure again.

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After half an hour of breakfast time, a group of Chinese soldiers in camouflage uniforms entered the No. [-] purification camp in a truck, and then under their orders, the refugees in the camp followed the leader according to the different groups they had previously divided. Go out to work or train—the Arnus city government is not here to do charity in another world. Although it is still a period of quarantine and they cannot enter the urban area within the city wall, they must adhere to the principle of "no work, no food" and let them Do some work outside the city, or do pre-study and training for future work.

For example, the pig-headed men in the camp were given a rake, and the tauren received hoes and plowshares. Then, under the supervision and instructions of the local aboriginal farmers, they reclaimed wasteland outside the city and cultivated all kinds of unique local crops— —Although relevant departments can transfer various agricultural machinery at any time, the problem is that the most basic prerequisite for mechanized farming is to have a clear and detailed understanding of the characteristics of crops and the conditions for growth and maturity.Otherwise, if agricultural machinery used to grow corn is used to grow rice, and strawberries are grown according to the season of winter wheat, the result will definitely be nothing but failure.Nowadays, in the face of all kinds of unheard of and unknown vegetables, fruits, herbs and crops in other worlds, the only scientific and logical way is to ask the local aboriginal farmers to cultivate according to traditional experience, and at the same time closely observe the whole process , wait until enough data has been collected.

As for the werewolves, foxes, cats, and other ethnic groups that lack agricultural talent, some of them were ordered to act as porters to carry luggage, wandering around the nearby mountains with hunting teams and scientific expedition teams, collecting animal and plant samples, and surveying terrain, minerals, and water sources etc.The other part was dragged to various construction sites in the suburbs, and was responsible for some physical work that could not be replaced by machinery, such as moving bricks and laying floors.

Even the demi-human women and children who stayed in the camp were assigned some simple manual work, making some small handicrafts with grass stalks and reeds, or responsible for daily chores such as cleaning.Obviously, as a former red-card prostitute in the Black Street of the Imperial Capital, Mishali and her little sisters were very impatient to do such chores that lack oil and water. After barely washing their clothes for a few days, they took the initiative to find them. A Chinese official who came to No. [-] decontamination camp for inspection showed his occupation and identity, hoping to change to a "more professional counterpart" position.

However, after hearing the complaints from Mishali and the demi-human street girls, the official neither took them to "comfort the sergeants", nor reprimanded them for their debauchery and lowliness with a contemptuous expression, but quickly I don’t know where to find a middle-aged woman called "Mama San", who is said to be the proprietress of a brothel in another world, and come to give them "pre-job training" - Mishali was very resistant to this at first : My old lady has been selling butchers in the black streets of the imperial capital for so many years, talking and laughing happily with a bunch of smugglers and bosses of gangsters.But that "Mama-san" immediately used a slap in the face, showing her professionalism.

"...Don't look at all of you with blond hair and blue eyes, long breasts and thighs, who look like angels. If you can't even sing, dance and make guests happy, how can you attract business? You all speak so vulgarly, it's a waste That face of yours! What? As long as you open your thighs, a man will pay for it! Just kidding! Don’t treat selling meat as a job! Nowadays, all industries are in recession, and customers who are really willing to pay a lot of money are very picky, what do they pay attention to? Sentiment, what cosplay you like to play, what situational role games... If you want to make a lot of money, you have to have quality! Quality!"

After a lot of scolding, these vagabonds in the black streets of the imperial capital were speechless—as far as Mishali and the demi-human street girls knew, those who really haunted the high society of the empire made many rich and powerful people The aristocrats prostrate themselves under pomegranate skirts, and the top courtesans who live in luxury and make money day by day are also good at singing and dancing, proficient in literature and etiquette.

However, no matter how much they yearn for these top courtesans, there is nowhere to learn relevant knowledge. They can only silently envy and hate in their hearts. Now people from other worlds seem to have plans to train them in that direction, so naturally they must be firm. Grab it, and never give up the opportunity easily.

Therefore, after breakfast, Mishali, who is the eldest sister, brought a group of little sisters of different races to an open space near the barbed wire fence at the edge of the camp to listen to the teachings of the "Mama-san"— Outside the barbed wire, there were still many idlers watching curiously.

"...Today's class is still the same as yesterday. Let's practice the simplest square dance first! Now play music... Raise your arms and thighs for me! One, two, three, jump! You are mine Little apple, like the most beautiful cloud in the sky..."

So, in the unrestrained melody of a modern Chinese platinum-level "brain-burning divine comedy", all the orc girls from another world with revealing clothes, different hair colors, and graceful postures once again performed a square dance...