Pirate's Swamp Fruit

"bang"

When Wilder reappeared, he was already in front of Slimo. He bent his legs and launched a kick to the midsection. Slimo's face was instantly distorted by the heavy blow, his eyes bulged, and his body flew backwards before it even hit the ground.

Wilder's figure flashed again, disappeared from the spot, and then caught up again.

Sharima gritted his teeth to gather his radiant energy. He stared at the extremely fast figure that came quickly in front of him. He quickly raised his arms to block another attack.

But soon, Limo felt a weight on his shoulders, and felt that a hard and heavy hand had tightly clasped his shoulders.

pupil shrinks

So fast, when did you move?

By the time he reacted, it was already too late to respond. Wilder waved his arm expressionlessly, and Slimo was thrown away.

The people around saw this scene with their mouths wide open.

"Hey, this is too exaggerated."

"Is this the power of the boss?"

"Brother Limo weighs two thousand pounds."

"He was thrown away just like that, and the speed was like a human-shaped cannonball."

At this time, the battle situation in the open space changed again. Limo was worthy of the name of a senior cadre. After being thrown out by Wilder, he was able to forcibly turn around in mid-air with his own strength at that speed. He changed his figure, then inserted his claws into the ground with both hands, and slid backward for a certain distance, leaving two deep ravines on the ground, before stopping his figure abruptly.

"Good coordination." Wilder appeared in front of Sharima with an expressionless face, said lightly, raised his feet and landed.

"throat"

A claw wrapped in a jet-black weapon-colored domineering force collided with Wilder's foot, causing a metallic clang sound.

"Well, it seems that I have made a lot of progress during this period. I have learned to be armed and domineering." Wilder said solemnly, and the strength under his feet suddenly increased.

"Have a bite" Sharimo's body swayed and he almost fell, he quickly stabilized and gritted his teeth to resist.

"Is that all there is to it? If that's all, you have no right to provoke the enemy, write Limo."

Wilder raised his fist, his armed color wrapped around him with domineering force, and he punched down quickly

It was written that Limo's pupils contracted violently, one hand was pressed against Wilder's feet, and the other hand wanted to escape from the attack, but at this moment, his face froze, and he felt that the other hand had unexpectedly disappeared at some point. Being held tightly by Wilder, his face became extremely ugly.

It was too late to withdraw, because in the next second, Wilder's heavy fist had already hit his face.

"what"

Sharimo screamed for the first time since the fight. Wilder's punch could be said to be merciless, and Sharimo was directly hit with blood splattering on his face.

The people around him shuddered when they heard the scream and saw the scene where Wilder wrote about Limo's violent beating, and couldn't bear to watch it.

"It's so miserable." Among the senior cadres watching, Flander expressed his opinion calmly.

A low-level member of "Brother Sharimo" covered his mouth with his hands and his eyes filled with tears.

"Bang" there was a muffled sound in the field, and Sarimo was thrown out by Wilder again, hitting the ground in the distance like a dead dog, making a crater.

"Uh" Limo raised his head with blood on his face, struggled to climb out of the pit, stood up unsteadily, and looked at Wilder who was walking towards him.

Wilder came to him and stopped, staring at him quietly.

"Is the shouting about to end?" The onlookers breathed a sigh of relief when they saw this scene, and they all became quiet.

"Writing Limo, use weapons."

He only listened to Wilder's plain words.

"what"

When the people around him heard this, their eyes suddenly seemed to run out of their sockets, and their mouths opened wide.

“It will continue”

"Brother Limo was beaten so badly"

Limo raised his hand to wipe the blood from his mouth, nodded firmly with eyes full of eyes, and then he took out two black leather gloves from his pocket, but they were not the swollen ones, but half like It looks like a hand-held glove, with five sharp thorns scattered on it, emitting a cold white light under the sunlight.

With two or two gloves on his hands, Sarimo's entire mental temperament also changed.

Wilder's gaze changed slightly. Only he knew that Limo had always used not only his fists to fight, but also weapons. These gloves were not as simple as they appeared on the surface, but Limo Let the Ministry of Arms tailor-made for him.

Sure enough, after Li Moliang put on the glove, a piece of metal escaped from the ring metal in the glove immediately with the sound of a slight metal spring, covering the entire arm before stopping.

Write that Limo took the initiative to attack Wilton

The battle started without any warning. Limo's fists were swung tightly, and the speed was more than five times faster than before.

The battle situation took a turn, and everyone was a little unable to react, but soon everyone became excited.

Wilton is too powerful, no one doubts this, but now seeing that Limo actually launched such a fierce attack on the powerful Wilton, how can this not make people excited?

The speed of Limo's fists became faster and faster, and even faster and faster. In the end, the fists he swung turned into a blur of fists that could not be seen clearly.

Wilton avoided the densely packed fist shadows, and moved his body backwards, while Limo kept pushing forward.

"Drink" Sharimo punched hard, Wilton's head tilted slightly, and the fist passed by his ear. He always looked calm, even if he avoided it, he was leisurely.

The more Limo beat, the more solemn his face became.

The situation was not as good as it seemed to the onlookers. Only Limo knew this.

But as time went by, Limo gradually felt a little numbness in his arm, but Wilton kept avoiding it, and every time he avoided his fist just right, even the dodging movement was idle. So small that he refuses to waste an extra point.

"How could it be possible to avoid it so easily?" Limo looked a little irritated. The more he hit him, the more he felt weak.

At this moment, he truly realized how powerful the boss was.

Wilton has been observing Limo's expression. Seeing that the timing is almost up, Wilton's eyes flickered slightly, and he seized the opportunity when Limo's two punches hit him. Entering Limo's arms, he said softly: "It's over."

"bang"

In the next second, there was no fancy but direct punch.

"Wow" Limo's eyes bulged, his whole body rolled up, and then he fell to the ground, his consciousness falling into a coma.

The battle is over.

The whole scene was silent.

Wilder glanced coldly at the subordinates around him, and finally at all the senior cadres, leaving a word before turning around and leaving.

"Starting from tomorrow, tomorrow all senior cadres will spontaneously conduct hell-style training. After three months, there will be a martial arts competition. Those who have not improved will go back one level."

""

Everyone fell into silence.

"Damn, boss, you are so cruel!" Bacon wailed for a long time.

The words Wilder left before leaving set off a storm in the country. Every senior cadre tried their best to be cruel to themselves, training, training, training.

Fighting with the Neptunes is now not just for food, but also involves putting all the body and mind into it, striving to kill the Neptunes in the shortest time every time.

For a while, the food caught was half as much as before.

However, Wilton himself did not pay too much attention to this matter. All he wanted was the result after three months. As for the process,

Either way is fine.

Days passed, and the construction of the main road from the capital to the coast finally started.

The rumbling sound resounded through the sky, and the construction team lined up from the periphery of District 25 to a place farther behind, with no end in sight.

More than a hundred teams started construction in sections at the same time, building bridges when encountering water, and using artillery fire to level mountains when encountering them. Thirty-six thousand eight hundred people participated in the construction of this road.

At the same time, the areas outside the capital that have not yet been developed have also begun to take action. More than a hundred researchers from the Agricultural and Botanical Institute went to the ground to survey the soil quality, move swamps to fill sand, move sand to fill swamps, and more than others The poor also joined in and opened up the royal grain fields.

A month later, the first batch of second-generation bread rice was finally released, and with it came another good news.

The first generation of bread rice is mature

This means that from now on, Zeguo can be self-sufficient.

A sense of joy pervades the entire desolate city.

Wilton couldn't hide his happiness. He held a banquet that day, and it was held in the th District of the common people. Drinking wine and eating meat with the common people allowed everyone to see the people-friendly side of the king.

With food, the crisis of hunger is temporarily alleviated, and then it is no longer possible to continue to feed the people for free.

Wilton took out the second-generation bread rice seeds and exchanged them with the common people for mature bread rice.

Of course, we still need to take care of the common people now, so the price offered by Wilton is very low, as low as catties of bread and rice for the seeds of an acre of land.

In the entire twenty-four districts, there are a total of acres of independent fields developed by civilians. Everyone has exchanged enough seeds, which means that not a single acre of land has been missed.

From this, Wilton earned million kilograms of mature bread rice.

Income suddenly soared.

At the same time, the fields belonging to the royal family, that is, Zeguo, have been developed, totaling two million acres, and all of them have been planted with second-generation bread rice seeds, and civilians have been hired to take care of them. Of course, the managers are still members of Zeguo.

But because of this whole process of "reinvestment", Wilton spent nearly billion Baileys.

Now the total value of the treasury, including grain, is less than billion beli.

But then it’s time to start earning income. After Wilton sent people to calculate, he released a news announcement to the whole country, setting the price of bread and rice. Everyone must maintain the price and cannot increase or decrease the price at will.

But at present, everyone is self-sufficient, and food is still an important material that is in short supply. No one will sell bread and rice to anyone. I will not have anyone to buy it. After all, everyone has it.

However, Wilton knew that after there was food, there would be transactions, because when they were in an environment where they didn't have to worry about starving to death, people would start to think, or start to demand other things.

For transactions, it is very likely that part of the food will be used in exchange for other things, which is probably a barter.

Wilton planned to cultivate his own currency from now on, so he selected talents from various departments and established the Zeguo People's Bank to become an authoritative institution that issues currency and controls the domestic economy.

After a period of research, printing and production of the currency began with Welte's portrait as the prominent logo.

Of course, this amount has been investigated in advance.

In fact, there are many bugs in this world, such as currency. Is it just Pele?

It doesn't exist, but I have to say that Bailey has occupied the whole world and left his own country. Then his own country's currency is useless. No one admits it. It is just a piece of waste paper, unless it is gold.

Is it only for domestic use?

No, how can we develop like that? How can we develop without being able to trade with the outside world? But if you want to trade with the outside world, you must use the "authoritative" currency, Bailey. But in this case, you use Bailey in your country. Or use Pele?

Once you use Bailey, don't use your own currency because it will collapse. One million may only buy one loaf of rice.

Therefore, unless Bailey loses its dominance and is no longer the only one, but according to the plot, this matter will have to wait until one or two years at least, so it is not certain.

And if you don’t make your own currency, it doesn’t really matter. After all, this is how the world is. Everyone is used to Pele, and it doesn’t matter. Let the authority be authoritative.

But the question is, are you so willing to use your real supplies to go out and exchange them for a bunch of paper for others?

In fact, it’s fine, let’s just use paper, after all, we can also use this paper to exchange some real things from others outside. In the final analysis, the essence is actually bartering.

But Wilton is worried that if the power that created Bailey is finished in a year or two, who will recognize it?

Wilton thought about it, forget it, for the time being, the domestic currency will not be issued, and the produced ones should be stored first, and then they will be done in a year or two, and they can be exchanged now.

However, banks still need to be established. At least they can save some money. Although there are not many moneys in the country, grain and gold can be exchanged for gold. It is a completely real currency that no one can help. admit.

As for how to exchange things for things in the country?

The country has food, but there are still poor people in other places. After all, not everyone is willing to leave their hometown. If they are short of food, then transport food to these places and exchange food with them for other supplies.

For example, the manifestation of a craft, earthen pots, certain wild vegetables that are not available in the country, clothes, etc., can all drive the overall economy of the country. Motivate people to do business.

And when these people's goals are no longer limited to the domestic market, then these businessmen will turn their sharp eyes to the outside world, and the trade will start, and once the volume is too large, the aunt will not be able to control it.

Are there not enough pirates in this world?

The members of my country can also be pirates when they want to be pirates.