I'm working on infrastructure in Xihuan

"All lined up, all lined up!"

The steward pushed and pushed the laborers who were desperately moving forward to form a row. Some of the nails under the soles of the feet did not know how to move, and they had to whip two whips to know how to be obedient. He lifted the lid of the pot, picked up the pottery bowls stacked high beside him, and scooped up a full bowl.

Joan stood in front of the pot, eyes wide open in bewilderment, watching without blinking how the big spoon scooped the thick porridge into the bowl, how the thick porridge water left a trace on the edge of the pottery bowl, and how How to form a thin film on the surface.

When the bowl of porridge was handed to her, she saw that her eyes were sour, but she didn't dare to reach out to take it.

"Eat." The cook said, showing some pity for the sallow and thin girl, "Be more obedient after eating, the lord will not treat you badly."

—Joan could no longer hear her.

The steaming hot porridge, wheat and beans, and all kinds of aromas that made her hungry flooded all her senses. Later, she couldn't remember the taste of the bowl of porridge, only remembering the hot air from her lips all the way to her stomach Tossing and tossing, imprinting Qianwen that she could not erase in her life.

She was full, full for the first time since she was born, her stomach was warm and full, so full that she whimpered and wanted to cry.

There was also a boy with black hair sitting far away at that time.It was a nobleman, wearing a thick and warm woolen coat, and a thick hat that could cover his ears. His skin was as white and delicate as snow, his eyes were blue, and his smile was bigger than that of the young lady from the country gentry she had ever seen. But also dignified and beautiful.

Joan couldn't help shivering, she ran away from home full of courage, she didn't know where she went, she looked down at her worn shoes with her toes buckled, and remembered in embarrassment that she hadn't bathed for a month or two, maybe the smell was so bad that it would make people faint.

But even if they wolfed down and licked the bottom of the bowl clean, all of them were dirty and smelly and had no manners at all, the young man would always smile without showing any contempt, only coughing and sipping from time to time Sipping the hot tea that the attendant brought to his mouth.

His hands were tucked into a round fluffy hand cover. Joan thought he must be very afraid of the cold, but he didn't know why this nobleman who was afraid of the cold couldn't think about it. He wanted to sit here and blow the cold wind, Put up with their nasty stench.

In the past, when Viscount Norbert saw them from afar, he would frown, cover his nose with a handkerchief, and look into their eyes, as if they were rotten garbage.

The young man coughed twice and spoke softly.

"Now that you're full, let's get to work."

"I don't like people being lazy."

This pot of porridge is very expensive.

Lawrence, who supervised the cooking of beans, wheat, and vegetables with Lucien, can guarantee that he didn't expect to feed these laborers so much and so well. The lord even extravagantly added a bottle of recovery potion to the porridge.

This small bottle costs fifteen gold coins, even if it is mixed into porridge and cooked into a big pot, it is considered cheap for a bowl of more than ten silver coins.

"Anyway, it's just this one time. Since we're all pursuing to feed them, let's pursue it to the end." Lucien played a lonely joke that only he understood, and then looked around at the well-fed laborers for a few more times. They were at work in full swing, and they were escorted back to the carriage by the head maid with disapproval written all over their faces to warm up the stove.

When they were still in the imperial capital, Lucien would be sick for a month or two in the winter when there was hardly any snowfall. Anna wished to tie Lucien to the stove all the time under the temperature of Velvet splashing water into freezing temperatures. covered.

Her excessive nervousness is not unreasonable. Although the system's urban construction rate has risen gratifyingly after the first phase of the food supply construction project started, in conversion, Lucien's body is better than the naked eye, but the cold has no effect on her health. It wasn't that he was without any effects, after being in the wind for less than two hours, his cheeks were a little chapped and the skin was cracked, and a small piece of frostbite appeared on his knuckles.

Anna held his hand, rubbed the medicine and was so distressed that she was about to cry, but Lucien let her complain and didn't take it seriously, instead he smiled and comforted her that Velvet is a good place, he lives here I feel better physically.

You see, all he met here were good people, who were easy to talk and nice to hear, much happier than being bored in the palace.

Road repair and pier repair are only one aspect of work this winter. The first phase of the project is to repair the main pier and several main roads, connecting the main entrance of the Moon Mountains, the wharf of the White River, and the junction with the surrounding areas. After the road is completed, if you want to transport any goods, you don't need to bump up and down for six or seven days like before Mansui, and use a magic carriage to deliver the food within the contract time limit.

Moreover, after the Moon Mountains are opened, it will be more convenient for guests who come here to reach all parts of Velveer. Although there are no cities or sightseeing spots in Velvet at present, and there are only two desolate towns outside the manor, Velvet There will always be improvements in the internal traffic conditions.

Even if he really didn't have it, Lucien would let him have it.

Right now, this wave of labor will be sent back in batches after a period of labor, and then their relatives and friends from all over the world will know that working for the lord can have enough food and a house to live in, and it is still hot now In the process of recruiting workers, there will be a second batch of laborers who will come to work and make a living. Repeat this twice, the road and the pier will be repaired, and the hungry guys will be fed by him.

Believe him, human beings, as long as they are fed once, they will desperately want the second, third, and even every time, and can no longer bear the original poor and embarrassing life.

At least since he came to the construction site with the labor force, Joan often suspected that he was dreaming.

On the first day when they came to the construction site, they formed a small team with dozens of laborers conscripted from another village, and the foreman Andrew commanded them to work.

Andrew looked at the thin and small Joan in the team and frowned, "Hmph, what are you doing here, little girl. See that your thighs are not as thick as my arms. A little girl like you will be slowed down in a quick march."

He complained and cursed a few words in his mouth, saying that she would have been kicked out a long time ago, and that the lord was "blind" and "wasting food", and reluctantly arranged her in the mud mixing group.

Their group is all old women who can't do heavy work. Their daily work is to keep stirring the muddy water that Andre mixed with a long stick.Other strong laborers are responsible for transporting the raw materials of the mound and stones back and forth, smashing the transported stones into smaller crushed stones with hammers, and pouring mud and water on the foundation with large buckets, waiting for it to dry a little The last three or five people dragged heavy stone rollers back and forth to compact the first layer of mud, and then spread the second layer of mud with different ingredients.

Joan didn't know the difference between the soil and gravel mixed in the mud, and what was different in the mud water poured in the first time, the second time, and the third time, this is something that is not rumored inside the construction industry. The secret recipe, but I heard that the union has a unified industry standard for this matter, so that every construction worker can build a smooth and durable road.

The farmer's association in the village is similar, planning every year for the farmers in the village to sow and harvest.How to divide the water and irrigate the land during a drought, which family has more and which has less, the price of harvested grain, how much grain to sell for the next year, and the judgment of disputes in the farmland, the collection and payment of the rent and grain tax in the village, must be followed Follow the rules of the peasant association.

The so-called "trade union" is not only to fight for the interests of the collective, but also to formulate industry standards and work rules and regulations. In this way, people in the same industry are integrated together, and everyone advances and retreats together, so that the trade union can have external relations. The power to fight.

It’s just that the peasant association is a spontaneous non-governmental organization in the village, and those that can be called trade unions are legal organizations recognized by the lord—Lucien spent most of the day writing permission documents to Velvet’s trade union one by one, one by one. The signatures and seals of each are so tired that they will be broken.

Cough cough, the above topic is a bit far-fetched, in short, the construction site where Joan lives is extremely hard, and it is indeed what her father called hard labor.

Every day before the sun rises, she has to get up and work in the cold wind. Only when she is exhausted, the supervisor will allow her to take a short break, regardless of men and women. Work until the night is shrouded and you can't see a little thing, the manager will reluctantly announce the end of the day's work.

But, Joan is still quietly praying to the God of Light every day, so that such days can be slower, slower.

She knew that other people were also praying like this, and when she was sleeping, she could hear one or two small sleep words in the loud snoring.

Because here you can live.

Give a meal, or even two meals.

Not to mention that other people in the village and those who didn't come will think she is crazy when they hear about this incident. Even Joan himself sometimes wonders if he is crazy to have such hallucinations. While devouring the boiling hot porridge, she pinched her thighs and didn't know if she was dreaming.

There will be a meal in the morning before work starts, and another meal in the evening before dark. The food is thick and hot porridge with wheat and beans, vegetables and salt.They lined up for every meal, and the cook scooped porridge for them one by one with a pottery bowl, while the steward watched over with a whip. The team finally waited to go.

The bowl was also the lord's property, and they held it carefully with both hands. After drinking the porridge, they had to wash it before returning it—although they licked the bottom of the bowl clean every time, so it was impossible to tell whether it was washed or not.

With the food intake of a little girl like Joan, two meals a day are enough to feed her, and because of her hard work every day, her complexion is slightly better than when she came here.

Joan was arranged to live in a room with a dozen other women, with men and women living separately.Before she came here, her father threatened her that there were some rascals here. It is true that there are also dishonest guys here, but the foreman and the steward take people seriously. The whip is whipped, and besides, I am so tired that I can't straighten my waist every day, who can be energetic enough to attack them.

As simple as Qiao An, he would naturally not know how much effort the lord at the top spent to emphasize to the people below that he must pay close attention to the work style of the construction site.

In Lucien's original words, that is to eat his food and use every ounce of energy on his land, not to mention the relationship between men and women, but to take a breath and gossip is a waste of his lord's money.He generously and benevolently fed those laborers twice a day and let them sleep at night, so these people must be stared at by him!Watch it!Every bean he eats must give him the oil and water of ten beans!

And this kind of thing is empty talk, with the lesson of Levin Furner's blood, relying on one mouth to say that Lucien doesn't believe anyone, so every night when the laborers are sleeping soundly, the stewards and foremen are scratching their heads Write a daily work report. The form format issued by the top is accurate to the content of the work every half hour. Orally report to the team.

God is sorry to see that they are craftsmen, servants, and men who do rough work!I can't even read all the words, and forcing them at the request of the civil servants in the imperial capital is simply killing them!

And if they don't match the form when they make up the report...

Then whoever oversees the work will be responsible, and the whole family will work as coolies for the lord to pay off the debt. When the lord thinks it is enough, it will be finished.

Everyone knows that Lucien has always had a good reputation, and he does what he says.

What he didn't understand understood after he dealt with the two supervisors.

This is probably why Joan and the others are fed two meals of thick porridge a day, and their complexions have improved a lot. They have not seen how haggard they are after hard work, but the stewards and foremen who only waved their whips and drank around are getting thinner day by day. See Joan Watching Foreman Andrew's belly go down.