Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

More than 20 orcs were rescued when the undead occupied Westham that day. After nearly ten days of feeding, several adult orcs hoped to leave to find their relatives. Of course Rex would not force them to stay. They equipped with outfits, paid travel expenses, and sent people away readily.

These few orcs left, and the remaining seventeen orcs also trusted Rex even more.

Rex doesn't discriminate against the orcs, and he doesn't mind that these orcs were forced to engage in dirty "jobs". He carefully considered for a long time how to arrange these orcs who voluntarily stayed because they trusted him. Under Ji Tang's suggestion , decided to make them workers.

After recovering, the orcs can still have a certain ability to work, such as the oil press, which requires physical strength and strength, but will not toss people to death, which is just right for the orcs.

When the power supply was restored and the oil mill was able to start, Rex immediately called Ossirian and several adult orcs to learn how to operate these machines.

Zhao Zhenzhen and Ji Tang adjusted the machine, and demonstrated to a few orcs how to pre-process soybeans for oil extraction with the steamer and how to make dried bean curd with the automatic tofu machine; After explaining the steps, the four orcs were divided into groups to practice.

The life span of the orc race is about twice that of the human race. Ossirian, who looks like a middle-aged man, is actually over 60 years old, and the other three are not much different from him. A longer life experience also allows them to have wisdom no lower than that of the human race.

Ossirian and the others were still restrained at the beginning, and they did not dare to touch the expensive-looking machinery. After being corrected by Ji Tang several times, they gradually let go, and they quickly started to use it—Huaxia’s civilian agricultural machinery was originally It has been evolving in the direction of fool-like operation. The ultimate pursuit is to make Uncle Hei easy to operate. Of course, it is not difficult to learn.

Several orcs concentrated on learning how to operate. Zhao Zhenzhen, Ji Tang, and Rex watched it for a while and thought it was all right, so they went to the side to discuss the management of the oil mill.

"Under the flood of cheap cloth, the local farmers basically can't afford extra coins, and they can't collect money for oil extraction." Ji Tang said first.

Lowell, who quietly stood against the wall with Yang Qiu and listened, looked at Ji Tang in surprise when he heard that the money could not be collected.

"It's true that you don't need to charge money, as long as the profit of the factory is on the tofu." Zhao Zhenzhen nodded and said, "The store next to it is used to sell cheap tofu, and a few people are assigned to be in charge, and they will directly connect with the oil factory, and settle the payment on a weekly basis to ensure mutual profits .”

Ji Tang clapped his hands and said, "People from the resettlement site can come to do this job."

Zhao Zhenzhen said: "The oil mill and cheap tofu also need to hire the townspeople to participate in the work. If they are all (attached) to us, it will not be conducive to the local people's acceptance of this new thing in the early stage."

"Uh... that's the reason." Ji Tang scratched his head in embarrassment. He also made some mistakes in thinking, and always wanted to arrange all the people in the resettlement site first.

"Workers in this town give priority to local housewives. Please teach me how to use the functions of these two multi-functional tofu machines. In addition to dry tofu that can last for a long time, water tofu and white tofu should also be arranged." Zhao Zhenzhen said, "Yes. Set up a tasting point at the entrance of the cheap tofu shop, try it before buying, promote tofu cooking teaching, and solve public concerns.”

Ji Tang began to count: "In this case, the oil mill needs to add two to three female workers to assist Ossirian and the others, and the cheap tofu shop needs five to six female workers..."

"...Can I say a few words?" Rex raised his hand weakly when he heard that they wanted female workers.

"Tell me." Ji Tang said.

"Wouldn't it be inappropriate to just recruit female workers?" Rex said nervously, "There are quite a few... unemployed men in the local area. I think their employment problem should also be solved..."

Although Rex hated his lord father, he did learn some things from his father before his mother was old and frail, such as: if there are too many unemployed men in a certain block, it will inevitably lead to The law and order in the neighborhood is chaotic, and cases occur frequently.

When a woman is desperate, her body is the last capital; when a man is desperate, his body is also the last capital—the capital for doing evil.

The forced closure of the Westham red-light district has indeed cut off the jobs of many people. It is the Sanitation Bureau, the security team, the cheap cloth sold at the market, and the employment of temporary workers on the town's main road that temporarily relieved the tension between Tarantan visitors and locals. contradictions between.

But the contradiction itself has not been fundamentally eliminated—the reconstruction of the main road in the town has been completed, so many temporary workers are no longer needed, and the families who have lost their source of income eat the last piece of bread in the cabinet and use up the last copper coin on hand, and the contradiction still remains. will explode.

Rex spoke very euphemistically, which did not prevent Ji Tang and Zhao Zhenzhen from understanding what he meant.

Men at the bottom are more likely to become hidden dangers to social security than women at the bottom, which is the main reason why most societies have more social resources to men at the bottom, even in the so-called "no revolution" era of breech-loading guns.

As a female cadre, Zhao Zhenzhen would not talk about women's rights with Rex on this issue, she just smiled and said: "The job of oil mill and cheap tofu recruits housewives who have a good reputation in the town because housewives really It is more suitable for occupations related to food. The men in the town absolutely don’t have to worry about employment issues, and the labor force in the town is far from enough when all the men who go to the countryside to do odd jobs in the autumn harvest are counted.”

Rex: "??"

The two of them couldn't explain too much to him, so Ji Tang said, "Let's do the work right now, I'll find a few people, and take advantage of today's market to get rid of the free oil from the oil mill... By the way, Rex, you have to contact the people at the post office and ask the postman to help us bring the news to the villages when he goes to the countryside to deliver letters. The coal yard is also handed over to you, and the people at the coal yard will take us The honeycomb briquettes ordered last time will be delivered."

"I'll go to the resettlement site to pick a few people first, and then I'll ask the clerk to arrange a few hardworking housewives to come and study with Ossirian and the others. We will solve all the problems of worker teaching and training within today." Zhao Zhenzhen said.

Before Rex had time to ask, he pushed these two super active national team members to get busy...

The three of them left the oil mill while talking to themselves, and ran away. Rowell, who was full of doubts, didn't even have time to hold Rex to ask a few words...

"Young people, when they are motivated, they will inevitably ignore others. Please don't mind their rudeness, monitor." Yang Qiu said with a smile.

Rowell turned his head, with a particularly complicated expression, especially hard to explain.

"I have to say——I really opened my eyes." The black-robed supervisor rubbed his temples and said awkwardly, "Your... undead are more than I imagined, more..."

"Be more like a qualified ruler." Yang Qiu simply said the words that Lowell's supervisor could not utter, "When power is in their hands, they think more about how to use power to improve The lives of the natives, who see power as an honor, but more importantly, a responsibility."

"And this should be the cultivation that a normal ruler should have."

When Yang Qiu said this, he deliberately paused to take it down, and with a smile that seemed to have no provocative intentions, but that made Rowell feel unhappy, he sped up his speech and said: "When the king is crowned, the oaths sworn will always be There are rhetoric of protecting his people; when the king divides the territory among the nobles, the nobles will also take an oath to treat the people in the territory well..."

"It's just that no one will take these beautiful words seriously. After the coronation ceremony is over, the king cares more about which noble is more loyal to him. After the conferring ceremony is over, the nobles care more about how much money they can get from the people."

"The 'for the people' that was just used as a joke was actually faithfully implemented by these undead. They cared whether the farmers could afford the oil extraction fee, they cared whether the townspeople's vegetable baskets were rich enough, and they cared about the local Will it be difficult for people to survive because they don't have a job? They care about whether those poor people who have been teased by fate can support themselves and live with more dignity."

"Seeing them like this makes you feel torn apart, because you, a distinguished senior monk, have witnessed the coronation ceremony of the king and the conferring ceremony of countless noble lords, and you have accepted these beautiful words of 'for the people' from the bottom of your heart Just talking about the scene for fun."

"You instinctively resist this kind of reality that makes you feel shameless. You think that the behavior of the undead is naive, naive, and ignorant of the difficulties of the world. You think from the bottom of your heart that our undead friends and that dazed The blue-headed Rex will never succeed, they will only be smashed by the reality, and you can't even help reminding Rex not to be too ideal—right, respectful supervisor?"

Lowell inspected the veins on his forehead, took a deep breath, and squeezed out the words between his teeth: "Do you want to fight, Yang?"

"Of course I don't want to." Yang Qiu still smiled kindly, "Please believe that I don't mean to offend, supervisor, I just need to confirm one thing."

"Confirm what?" Inspector Rowell asked with suppressed anger.

"If our undead friends take on the responsibility of rulers, will it be possible that the better they perform, the easier it is to be hostile by the outside world." Yang Qiu said indifferently.

Inspector Rowell, who was almost so angry that he wanted to do something, froze for a moment.

Afterwards, the ascetic monk of the Prosperity Church's face that was flushed with anger gradually turned pale, his veins subsided, and cold sweat broke out from the roots of his hair.

In just a few seconds, this cultivator whose complexion turned from red to white and then from white to red was not only sweating profusely, but his cheeks were flushed so red that he was almost bleeding.

"You bastard... you really know how to embarrass people." Brother Lowell said embarrassingly.

"But it is indeed the easiest way for us to understand the difficult situation of our undead friends." Yang Qiu said with a smile, "Ascetic monks like you who are out of vulgar tastes will instinctively dislike the undead who assume the responsibility of rulers behavior, what about someone else?"

Rowell nodded silently.

He understood why Yang did not send anyone to communicate and coordinate with Lord Innatrix to resolve disputes after capturing Wagner Pitt and his soldiers... Whether it was the superficial Lord Rex or the actual The undead who rule Westham are destined to be unable to coexist peacefully with Lord Inadrian.

If Wystrom was messed up, Lord Innadris could still tolerate the existence of Rex and this group of strange undead from Tarantan.

If Westem is governed well, then Rex and the undead will become thorns in the eyes of Lord Innadris and the Bartleys family.

"This is not something you can laugh out loud, Yang." Rowell couldn't help but said, "Since you are aware of this dilemma, then...you want to sit and watch Westem get involved in the flames of war?"

Yang Qiu smiled indifferently, and turned to look at the orcs in the factory who were carefully taking out the bean cakes in the press tank to make tofu: "Of course not, monitor. Why do we pursue the way of strength? Isn't it just to make the hard-working creatures get peace ?"

Rowell was shocked and stared at Yang Qiu dumbfounded.

Yang Qiu said calmly: "Predators use force to plunder flesh and blood, and guardians need even stronger force. Only struggle can win real peace. Concession and compromise will only make peace die."

Rowell stared at him blankly for a long time, then nodded involuntarily.

Last time, when Yang talked about his theory of being strong, Supervisor Lowell was not very convinced.But this time, Supervisor Lowell understood how serious the man in front of him was.

"You want to challenge Innad's collar... No, you want to challenge the rules of power of the Rhine Kingdom, that's what you really want to do." Supervisor Lowell said, "No, no, maybe you didn't start As far as setting the Rhine Kingdom as the target, you have also considered the Principality of Shiga, is that right?"

"Yes." Yang Qiu smiled, without hiding his thoughts, "From the beginning, I planned to choose between the Principality of Shiga and the Kingdom of Rhine near Tarantan."

Supervisor Rowell smiled wryly: "Can you tell me why you didn't choose Shiga Principality?"

"Because the social conflicts in the Principality of Shiga are not too sharp compared to the Kingdom of the Rhine." Yang Qiu said calmly, "The Principality of Shiga attaches great importance to agriculture. Owning land, the price is not too abnormal, it can meet the basic needs of survival... The public's dissatisfaction with the status quo is not strong enough to urgently replace the current consul, and even the undead can tolerate it as the local ruler degree."

Rowell: "..."

He understood why this guy had to travel the whole town when he went to Camor, and even visited Viscount Lynn and the mayor...

"I didn't intend to take action so soon. Who told our undead friends to be so jealous and intervene in Westem so early?" Yang Qiu shook his head with a smile.

Rowell smiled wryly, Yang Qiu was too honest, so honest that he had nothing to say: "Well...then you have been tirelessly telling me these words, making me agree with your shocking ideas, it must be to me It's something you want, isn't it?"

"Don't say such hurtful words, respectful supervisor, I think our relationship should be friends, and friends can't care about it like this." Yang Qiu said with a smile, "I can tolerate even my rude words, if you say If you don't wonder what kind of grand scene the undead can manage Westem, I won't believe it."

Rowell coughed loudly several times.

Embarrassed by the thin-skinned monks of the church, Yang Qiu said extremely brazenly: "Of course, now I really need you to do me a little favor..."

November [-]th Earth time, an unusual Wednesday.

Only two days away from the auction of rare items once a month, the in-game currency circulated among players has once again been fired to a high price of 1:12 yuan.

Just like this, the supply of game currency is still in short supply. Various player organizations, blood alliances, and RMB bosses have hired people to stay at various brick-moving locations. When a player wants to settle a task and go offline, someone immediately surrounds him and asks if the game currency can be sold...

When rich bosses from all walks of life were fighting for money, Yang Qiu and Supervisor Lowell each rode a horse and came to the Sorensen Mountains.

Seeing the miasma surrounding the Sorensen Mountains from a distance of thousands of meters, Lowell felt a dull pain in his forehead nerves, and turned his head and said: "Are you sure you want to be promoted here, Yang, this place is really good." Not a good place."

"The grave of the out-of-control, the cemetery of the fallen...some people call this place the abyss on earth, Sorensen's reputation is indeed not very good." Yang Qiu smiled easily, "However, only such a venue can be discussed. It's something that sharpens the spirit, don't you think?"

Rowell, who was born as an ascetic monk, of course would not deny Yang Qiu's theory, but he could not support Yang Qiu's risky behavior, so he said: "I hope you can really get what you want... I can't replace you Too long."

"In three days, at most three days, I will come out of the mountain." Yang Qiu smiled and bowed slightly to Rowell, "During my departure, my undead will be entrusted to you."

Rowell nodded solemnly.

After a short exchange of greetings, the two parted. Rowell stopped at the spot and watched Yang Qiu go into the mountain alone. When his figure disappeared into the misty mist and he could no longer be seen, he rode his horse back.

As the black-cloaked inspector of the Prosperity Church, looking after the house of a black magician... Two months ago, Inspector Lowell didn't think he would be involved in such a thing at all.

"I've been influenced by him too much." Rowell sighed secretly.

There's no denying Young appealed to him.

The reckless, lawless, crazy and chaotic black magician in the rumors, under the crazy appearance, is a cold face that calmly analyzes the laws of the material world.

He ridiculed the supposedly superior and admired crowd, he had no respect for decent gentlemen, but he would respect the Outlander orcs, who were regarded by most people as an inferior race.

He mentioned tirelessly that when judging whether a certain territory or a country is civilized, one should not look at it from the top down, but should pay more attention to the people at the bottom, how they live and whether their survival needs are met.

He reiterated countless times that his undead seek justice and order. At first Rowell thought it was just a boastful joke, but it turned out that Yang was not joking—Westham was taken over for nearly half a month, and Rowell Nothing that could be called chaos has been seen so far.

The long-standing cognition was shattered by Yang and these weird Tarantan undead, which made Rowell feel uncomfortable, but at the same time couldn't help being curious—as Yang said, he was really curious about how the undead would What kind of business will Westem look like.

Even though Rowell knew that the results he saw would only disturb him who was used to the existing world rules, he still couldn't stop...

Inspector Lowell returned to Westham's big house with this complicated mood, and handed over the horses to Wagner's care; returned to the living room and drank tea for a while, but felt that he couldn't sit still, and always felt that Yang's commission was urging him to do something. When he wanted something, he simply put on his cloak and went out, and took a turn around the boulevard in the middle of the town, which was busily undergoing renovation.

When passing by a construction site where the undead were in charge, several undead looked curiously at Rowell who was passing by alone.

"Why is the boy on the order today, where is Lao Yang?"

Rowell, who had a rhododendron emblem pinned to his chest, heard clearly: "..."

Rowell glanced at the undead expressionlessly, and walked away quickly.

A player looked surprised and said: "Hey, I read it right, is the little boy staring at us?"

Another player jumped up and yelled excitedly: "Wait! This little boy usually ignores people at all, but today he does!"

The players who were working on the task of moving bricks heard that it was worth it, and immediately dropped the task tools at hand, and chased after Rowell who hadn't gone far.

"Wait, Luo Weisang~ Is there anything you can do for your undead friend~~"

Rowell: "?!"