Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

Winning Du Ta Ta City is not a problem for Yang Qiu at all.

Although Adler has more nobles than Innatrix, and each noble has more private soldiers and stronger fighting power, there is absolutely no problem beating Innadril during the time of the Bartleis family—but very Regrettably, the army of undead they had to face had also changed from [-] at the Bartleis family to [-].

It is not an exaggeration to say that if it were not for governance issues, Yang, who had [-] players in his hand, would have taken over the entire Rhine Kingdom before the Autumn and Winter Festival, and by the way would have raised grass to beat rabbits, what kind of Rose Kingdom, Halifax Kingdom, etc. It is no problem for the small eastern countries to serve together...

Of course, if he really wants to do this, Yang Qiu's basic situation is estimated to collapse. To overthrow the old regime but fail to quickly plan governance and establish a new order in time will only lead to worse and more extreme speculators speeding up. The superior seizes the power vacuum; then the areas that have been conquered cannot be said to be liberated, but can only be said to have been dragged into the quagmire of war, turbulent and chaotic, with mourning everywhere, and the people's livelihood is in dire straits...

Only destroying but not building, Yang Qiu would not do such a thing even if he was really crazy.

(Different time) At the beginning of the year, Yang Qiu wanted to get rid of Adler and the gang of nobles who did nothing, because the national team did not have enough manpower, and there were still many officers and clerks in the city hall who needed training. , so I waited patiently until now...

Now, it's time to test the city hall's talent pool—gain the trust of hundreds of thousands of residents in the slums within 24 hours, and appease those who are closest to the battlefield and most likely to be instigated and used by those who want to be used during the war. Civilians, so that these innocent people will not cause large-scale chaos and riots due to the tense atmosphere caused by the fighting!

This is definitely a challenge.

Mrs. Hank, who came to the front line as a volunteer among ordinary staff, knew the weight of the burden on her shoulders when she set off.

But Mrs. Hank was not afraid... Her son Sam Hank lived next to thousands of vicious criminals and stayed in the Tarantan wasteland for more than a year. Shame.

There are many brave women like Mrs. Hank. Most of them work in the logistics department, or they underwrite the operation of the public stores opened by the logistics department in the city; The housewives and wives discussed for a while, and they simply divided into several groups. Two or three people pulled a tricycle and bravely entered the deep alleys in the slums.

Carriages are not allowed to enter the alleys of the slums, and the small tricycles are not a big problem.

Mrs. Hank, Kate Berkeley, the cold dish chef who also volunteered to be a volunteer, and Kate’s brother Becky, the three of them pulled a tricycle into the alley, and the cold dish chef Kate who was used to selling along the street was as enthusiastic as Mrs. Hank He greeted the residents secretly watching them while hiding at home.

"A bowl of green vegetable powder only costs two copper coins, try it out, it's cheap and delicious, and you'll get a small plate of side dishes for free!"

Mrs. Hank grabbed a handful of multi-grain vermicelli produced by Westham, and gestured to the large pot on the small stove in the tricycle; Kate scooped up a spoonful of spicy pickles from a plastic bucket with a long-handled wooden spoon, and offered to Hit the nose of the resident protruding from the house.

The taste of multigrain vermicelli made from potatoes, corn and a small amount of wheat flour is much worse than that of rice noodles, but it is grain after all, and it will naturally emit the aroma of food after being cooked; plus two copper coins, the price is indeed very high. Cheap, the residents of the slum usually spend more than this for a meal, and soon, some courageous people walked out of the house and paid tentatively.

"We didn't bring any tableware, take a bowl from your house!" Mrs. Hank happily took the money, and greeted her very familiarly.

The paying resident took out a wooden bowl from home, and Mrs. Hank waved her hand again: "It's too small, take a big bowl, three taels of powder and soup, it won't fit!"

The resident excitedly brought out a big wooden bowl, and Mrs. Hank, in front of the prying eyes of many local neighbors, filled a big bowl full of soup and powder for this man...

Kate did not forget to add a small spoonful of small dishes to this person's powder bowl.

The resident stared wide-eyed, drinking soup with a wooden bowl on the spot, and even couldn't wait to pull the vermicelli with dirty hands, more people rushed out of the house with their own wooden and ceramic bowls, and ran towards the A mobile tricycle noodle selling point with food aroma...

The rickshaw that the undead rode out of the Tarantan wasteland to Westham was ordered by Yang Qiu from a local agricultural machinery factory in G province. The land is also often used by workers to load bricks, cement, and coal. Regardless of the appearance, it is no problem to carry hundreds of catties.

A tricycle loaded with nearly [-] catties of vermicelli sold out after walking halfway through an alley.

Fortunately, the city hall had anticipated this situation. When there were more than a dozen catties of noodles left, Mrs. Hank asked a child from a resident to help inform the back to replenish the noodles. Soon, there were operators riding bicycles, carrying Two big boxes full of dry vermicelli were delivered...

This hot sale of vermicelli lasted until noon.

More than 200 tricycle mobile vermicelli sales outlets run by more than 60 volunteers went through the alleys of the entire slum, and sold more than seven tons of vermicelli from Dongfeng Heavy Kara, and from New Town (Adler Territory Southern Wilderness) ) pulled over a dozen carriage vegetables...

The current specific number of residents in the slums has also been counted by the way.

"It is conservatively estimated that there are about 26 to 7 households remaining in the slums."

In the frontline camp that was set up in the morning, after nervously calculating the consumption of vermicelli, Ms. Mia, the head steward of the logistics department who came to sit in front of the front, wiped off her sweat and said, "It's much less than what we had before, less That part of the people should have gone to the countryside to do odd jobs in the autumn harvest.”

Ms. Mia's assistant, the clerk of the Logistics Department, nodded and said: "It should be. When I went to help deliver vermicelli, water, and soup, I observed that there were very few young and middle-aged men in the households, and most of them were women, the elderly and children. .”

An operator who came to help from Xinzhen also said: "I heard from John that he used to go to the countryside for more than a month every year during the autumn harvest, otherwise there would be no food for the winter. The residents in the slums here are about Pretty much the same."

"It's a good thing to be young and strong, at least you won't be dragged into the battlefield by the nobles in the city." Ms. Mia nodded, and then turned to look at the right-hand man class, "We have been here all morning, has there been any reaction in the city?"

"I haven't seen any movement yet." Ban replied, "I went to the south gate to see it half an hour ago. The gate was still open, and there were people from the laundry field pulling clothes from the city, and people who came to the city to do odd jobs In and out normally."

"The gentlemen here don't react so quickly, maybe they don't even know what happened when we all went to the city." The operator who came to help from Xinzhen said sarcastically, "You will never guess The people here are so procrastinating. In September, Mr. Walton received a letter from the tax department of Du Tata City, claiming that someone would come to supervise the autumn tax. As a result, Mr. Walton made full preparations and After waiting for more than half a month, no one has arrived... It’s only more than 200 kilometers away, even if it’s a snail, it’s time to climb it, right?”

Mia, Ban and the others couldn't help laughing.

Ban smiled and said: "I don't think it's because the tax department is so procrastinating. These people are not active in doing other things, but they are very active in collecting taxes. I guess they thought that the wasteland could not be cultivated in the first year. How much food is produced, so there is a lack of interest."

"It makes sense." The operator from the new town said happily, "It's also fortunate that they don't know how much we can grow food, otherwise they would have moved the poor here to open up wasteland, and they would have killed many people in vain. people."

The land reclamation that Chinese people think, and the land reclamation of this world, have a cognitive bias separated by a dimension...

In the Chinese people's mind, opening up wasteland is great, but also difficult, difficult, materially deprived, suffering and suffering, and overcoming thorns and thorns.

But the land reclamation of this world is fatal.

If noble gentlemen think that a certain area has the value of opening up wasteland, the usual way is to prepare a batch of supplies, recruit a group of refugees, and send a few capable housekeepers and deacons, just wait for this wasteland to be reclaimed by the refugees into good fields and obtain A steady stream of agricultural output.

The investment in the early stage of land reclamation is the biggest cost for noble gentlemen.

But for the recruited... no, expropriated refugees, the cost of land reclamation is their life.

The aristocrats will not sign employment contracts with five social insurances and one housing fund with them, and will not provide any medical insurance. Even whether they can eat two meals a day during the land reclamation period depends on whether the housekeeper and deacon in charge of them are willing to be people……

A farm with hundreds of acres of fertile land rose from the wasteland. The noble lord may have paid hundreds or even thousands of gold coins, but the refugees who really participated in the land reclamation may have paid a few or even a dozen lives.

What's even more outrageous is that because these refugees were conscripted to do things, the land they cleared up did not belong to them. After completing the land reclamation, what they got was just to change their identity from refugees to serfs...

In the feudal era, the upper class of China even knew that the people who migrated to open up wasteland should have the land to open up wasteland, and then spent decades or hundreds of years slowly exploiting the people who opened up wasteland, passing taxes on to them, and annexing their land... The results are still equal, but at least the cannibal's posture will be a little more "decent".

The aristocrats in this world also pay attention to decency, but this decency, even if it is hypocrisy, will still not be directed towards the inferiors.

After a few gossips, the people who took a short rest in the tents left to work again.

Most of the low-level civilians in this world only eat two meals a day. After eating vermicelli in the morning, they will not eat again at noon; many residents return to their usual life while reminiscing about the taste of vermicelli and the taste stimulation brought by side dishes. Rhythm, hands and feet are constantly busy with daily work.

People in the city were unnerved by the declarations of war published in the newspapers by China Darcy and Coulson O'Neill. People in the slums outside the city didn't care about that-most of them, even I don't know there is such a thing.

Residents who worked as usual were talking about the extra large camp outside the slums, and those Innatrix who looked friendly and were willing to sell them food at unimaginably cheap prices.

Not far from the city gate, in a small courtyard surrounded by earthen walls, more than a dozen local handicraftsmen, who were processing leather goods with simple tools, were discussing with great interest the group of Innatrix.

Most of the craftsmen who know how to process leather goods are adult males who earn a good income in the slums. When these leather craftsmen with a certain "social status" discussed loudly, the nearby residents also joined together, or mixed into the yard with handicrafts , or sit at the door and listen to their discussion with relish.

It is absolutely hard for people to believe that this gang of Inadrians came to fight. Almost everyone thought that these people were business groups from Inadalis, but they couldn’t explain why the people who came to do business gave them so much money. The benefits of this kind of food—you must know that the food in Du Tata City is never so cheap, or in other words, in the territory of Adler, there is no such good thing that can be full and full with two copper coins .

For the slum residents who are generally chronically malnourished and have a small stomach, a bowl of vermicelli with three or two noodles and a rich soup is enough for people to experience the taste of fullness... Although potatoes can also be mixed I am full, but the kind of mashed potatoes and potato cakes with only a slight salt taste are still far from the satisfaction of eating decent food.

After guessing and arguing for a long time, no one can come to a credible conclusion.

One of the oldest old leather craftsmen hung the buttoned leather belt on the wooden shelf beside him, clapped his hands and said: "Don't guess, there is such a delicious meal, it's luck if it happens, other things Don't think too much, the most important thing is to live in peace and stability."

Inside and outside the courtyard, many local residents who participated in the discussion or just listened in were silent for a moment.

A little boy squatting at the door said without hesitation: "Grandpa York, are you saying that you can't eat that kind of vermicelli twice?"

Old York, a leather craftsman, twitched his mouth, but did not answer. He tore a leather belt from the mat at hand, and continued to punch holes and attach buttons to it.

The little boy wanted to ask something, but a bigger kid next to him stabbed his arm.

The little boy turned his head in confusion at first, then suddenly his eyes widened.

The woman who was sitting on the threshold of the yard twisting the twine changed her expression slightly, she got up quickly, grabbed a half-grown child with one hand, and rushed into the yard with the two children.

Residents who were standing at the gate of the courtyard listening to other people's gossip also walked quickly to their homes.

When the people in the alley gave way one after another, a group of people from the city swaggered into the alley.

This group of people are all young and strong, wearing leather shoes and small hats. Although the material and tailoring of the clothes are ordinary, they are enough to see the gap with the residents of the slums. Most of the residents of the slums only have wooden slippers and rushes. Straw sandals can be worn, but there will always be dirt and patches on the clothes that cannot be washed off.

When this group of young and middle-aged men who were obviously different from the residents of the slums passed by the small courtyard of the leather craftsman, one of them stepped on the threshold where the woman had just sat, took off his cap and fanned the wind, and sat cross-legged in the courtyard so casually that it was almost rude. The craftsmen who were doing their work yelled: "Hey, old man, is there a helper doing business around here this morning?"