Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

To be fair, the Darcys are not particularly harsh masters, and even to some extent they are generous to their subordinates.

For example, Viscount Darcy was willing to spend his own money to buy a family knight who granted the village to his family. For example, the Darcy family was willing to let the miners eat their stomachs - during the normal operation of the coal mine, black bread, potatoes, corn, soybeans and should be eaten Seasonal vegetables are still very generous in supply, much more particular than those small mine owners who can't even scrape off a layer of food.

Of course... this still cannot meet the physical needs of the miners who are engaged in heavy physical labor.

None of the miners that Operator Patton saw was over 35 years old, and none of them had excess body fat. Under the dark cortex were lean muscles and raised veins.

Operator Barton doesn't understand nutrition or medicine, but he knows very well that most of the people who don't have much oil supplements and do heavy physical labor usually look like this - these people seem to be stronger than ordinary people of the same age, but In fact, they are far less healthy than ordinary people. A slight illness can kill them, causing their seemingly lean and strong bodies to collapse quickly.

To put it bluntly, these miners are overdrawing their vitality, exchanging their future life for the current meager salary.

Operator Patton could see it clearly, but he didn't feel much emotion in his heart. He had seen too many such miserable people... The young and middle-aged men under him were not much better off than these miners before they were incorporated into the city hall.

For example, those young people who came out of the slums, if it wasn't for the undead summoned by the black magician Yang who overthrew Westem, and if the undead didn't bring down the Bartles family, then they probably didn't have the life of these destined short-lived miners. If it grows too long, maybe one winter it will freeze and starve to death silently.

After completing the registration for the miners, Officer Barton directed the boys to move according to Ms. Zhao's request.

Barton and two colleagues brought more than 60 contract workers. Three operators divided the 60-odd strong guys into three groups. One group was led by a colleague to clean up the wooden houses where the miners lived, cleared the garbage, and replaced the miners. Hay for beds, sprayed with insecticide to get rid of lice fleas bedbugs.

A group led by another colleague moved a generator, two barrels of diesel oil, and a two-meter-high crawler drilling machine from the iron-cased carriage, and drilled wells near the underground water gushing outlet where the miners routinely fetch water. .

This crawler-type hydraulic drilling machine with an ex-factory price of RMB [-] was purchased by Yang Qiu when he was engaged in a project to benefit the people with tap water for every household in Westem. It’s also quite easy to use—it’s durable, light in weight, and easy to operate (after all, it’s a product developed for farmers), and it’s already on Yang Qiu’s repurchase list.

When the drilling machine roared, many of the miners who were relieved to know they could keep their jobs gathered around to watch, and were blasted away by operators who feared that they would get too close and be accidentally injured.

The team led by Barton quickly cleaned the large kitchen on the mine (actually a wooden house with an underground storage room, plus a more spacious thatched shed), and cleaned the boxes of food, tableware, etc. Moved into the storage room.

"Who's in charge of the kitchen?" Operator Patton shouted at the miners.

The miners looked at each other for a while, and the old foreman came out again: "Master Button, it turns out that the deacon of the Viscount's family is in charge of the kitchen..."

Barton patted his head.

He was stupid, and only Westem had the energy to pay attention to the working meals of the migrant workers. For such an aristocratic property, it would be good if they were willing to feed the workers. There was no reason to specially arrange a cook.

"You can apply for a cook with the Logistics Department later, and we will take care of it now." Operator Patton looked around and saw that everyone was busy, and simply rolled up his sleeves to do it himself.

Operator Patton's wife is also working in the logistics department. He knew a little bit about the kitchen, and asked two contractors to help him wash the potatoes. He copied the spoon and cooked a big pot of potato instant noodles. , A large pot of construction site dumplings.

Instant noodles, right? In this foreign world, it has become the main ingredient of thick soup. As long as it is stewed food, it is seasoned with instant noodles. Throw everything that can be stewed into the pot, and finally put the noodles Just go in.

Not to mention the dumplings on the construction site, boil hot water and throw it down, and cook until it floats and you can eat it.

After taking out a few bottles of vinegar according to the habit developed in Westham, Officer Barton asked the contractors to distribute dishes to the miners and taught the miners to line up for meals.

When the aroma of the thick soup wafts out, the miners can’t take their eyes off the cauldron of the soup. If the weak boys maintain order, these guys will definitely loot it...

When the miner who received the meal was eating with red eyes, Operator Patton noticed that someone had secretly brought a plate containing dumplings from the construction site into the cabin.

Operator Button didn't make a sound, but John next to him yelled, "Hey, what are you doing? Hurry up and finish eating and hand over the plate!"

The miner who wanted to hide the dumpling plate was very embarrassed, and said timidly: "I, I will take the plate out later..."

It was not the first time that John saw someone trying to steal the plate. In fact, his group of contractors often did this at the beginning. For this reason, they were often blamed by the logistics department, and they quickly shouted: "Don't do this, plate Everyone needs to use it, and if you take one away, you will lose one, and everyone will take a plate, and everyone will have no tableware in the future!"

The miner's face was dark and red, and he justified a few words in a low voice, but he kept the plate behind him.

Officer Button stretched out his hand to pull John down, motioning him not to urge him any more, and said to the miner, "Are you used to eating in the house? Then you go in and eat. Remember to take the plate out and clean it later. "

The miner bowed to Operator Barton gratefully, and quickly rushed into the wooden house.

After a while, the miner came out of the cabin with an empty plate and put it back in the plate basket in front of everyone.

Seeing this scene, John seemed to finally come to his senses, glanced at Operator Patton, and silently turned around to do other things.

Operator Barton continued to preside over the meal distribution work as if nothing had happened.

The miner probably wanted to save his share of construction site dumplings for his family to eat.

Many contract workers have done this before. John, a young man in a slum area, always saved his rations and brought them home when he first started working.

Even Barton himself did similar things - before his wife joined the logistics department, only the side dishes of the work meals he received contained meat, and Barton always saved those meats and took them home to satisfy his children's appetite.

Seeing that the person who hid the dumplings on the construction site was not blamed, more and more miners only ate one or two dumplings to taste, and put the rest into their own bamboo tubes and jars, ready to keep them and send them home .

After eating the only full meal in the past three days, the attitude of the miners is obviously closer to the people from the city hall, and they actively participate in labor and do what they can do without the orders of the operators.

In just half a day, the living quarters on the mine, which were originally full of coal dust and so dirty that it was impossible to see, were cleaned up.

When the sun was slanting to the west, the Patton operatives gathered the miners, uniformly distributed work uniforms and work certificates with their names on them, and distributed the basic welfare benefits towels and cotton socks that the official employees of the city hall had, and informed the miners that the coal mine would be closed in two days. After the machines and personnel are fully equipped, work will officially start. Let them go home in the two days before work starts, explain the situation clearly to their families, and come back on time to report Yunyun.

If the miners were asked to go home and wait for news as soon as they came up, these people would never leave, but the people from the city hall drilled wells for them, cleaned their living environment, and issued work clothes and work certificates to them. No longer doubting the sincerity of the city hall, some people eagerly packed their things on the spot.

That night, Patton's team didn't go back to the city, but stayed in the mine overnight. The newly established public coal company hadn't appointed a person in charge. He had to take charge of the coal mine and complete the handover of the machines before finalizing the candidate.

In the wooden house where the former deacon of the Darcy family lived, Patton was writing letters to his wife under the kerosene lamp while roasting the small stove that the miners themselves used mud.

He hoped that his wife, who worked in the logistics department, would take the initiative to apply for a logistics position in the coal company, so that his wife could move from Westham, and he could see her from time to time.

Unlike other operators, Operator Barton just followed the crowd to join Charlie Rex and the black magician behind Rex. After all, his companions all chose to join Westem.

When Westem was busy in a daze, Undead Town Mayor Ji Tang and Ms. Zhao would organize them to attend classes and explain some truths to them.

Every time he listened to the class, Barton felt that those words were right, but when he thought about them privately, he felt that many of those words were wrong.

Many places are too... unreasonable, and they violate, conflict and oppose the laws of the world recognized by Barton.

Patton did not express his doubts, because he found that his comrades in arms believed in Ms. Zhao's statement, especially Sam Hank, who once said everything about Westem with him in private The good brothers who are too outrageous and impossible to last, seem to have changed after being exiled.

If Sam hadn't been selected to accompany the undead engineer on field trips, Barton had no doubt that he would have had many ideological disputes with Sam.

Patton disguised himself very well, and he always faithfully completed the tasks assigned by his superiors without any compromise—he had suffered a lot in the first two years when he first entered the city defense army, and he knew that it was easy for people who were different from others targeted by others.

Although he really doesn't agree with Ms. Zhao's unbelievable and illogical rhetoric, from the bottom of his heart, Barton doesn't dislike the way the undead do things... The people at the bottom are indeed living too hard. Some cheap goods, give them some good jobs, and let everyone live a little better. This is indeed what Barton is willing to do.

Barton, who hid his little speculative mentality very well, this kind of mood that cannot be told to others, was shaken when the territorial war started.

The weeping, trembling innocent young men who were driven to the battlefield stimulated Barton's nerves.

At that time, he was standing in the camp on the Westham side, looking at the civilians who were forced to charge helplessly by the sword from afar, the blood in his body was as cold as if frozen.

Yes, he completely disagrees with Ms. Zhao's idea that "the people are the masters of the country", which makes people laugh. He has seen too many idiots who make their lives a mess, even if he is a commoner For those who came out, he also felt that Ms. Zhao's remarks were like a dream.

Isn't it impossible for Yang himself to stand at the front desk, or is he going to give up the position of lord on the surface to Charlie Rex, the illegitimate son of noble blood?

The nobles and the king are the masters of the country, this is the truth!

But... It is also true that nobles do not treat commoners as human beings.

The gentlemen in the city clearly knew that throwing untrained and unfed civilians on the battlefield would mean death, and they would suffer stampede casualties without the enemy's action, but the gentlemen still threw the civilians in the city without any hesitation. Civilians rushed to the battlefield.

Barton, who was standing on the side of the black magician Yang and the undead camp with the mentality of a speculator, couldn't imagine the desperate situation he would be forced to experience if he was a civilian in the opposite camp.

Human instinct is to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and Barton is also a normal person.

He began to feel that there was nothing wrong with letting his children grow up in the territory ruled by the black magician Yang and ruled by the undead.

At least in the camp of the undead, Barton could see hope.