Chapter 113 Yang's Entrustment
Of the more than 20 orcs who were rescued when the Undead occupied Westram, after being well fed and well fed for almost ten days, several adult orcs wanted to leave and find their relatives. Rex certainly would not force them to stay. He equipped them with equipment, gave them travel expenses, and sent them away readily.
After these orcs left, the 17 remaining orcs trusted Rex more.
Rex did not discriminate against the orcs, nor did he mind at all that these orcs had been forced to engage in dirty "occupations". He seriously considered for a long time how to arrange these orcs who voluntarily stayed because they trusted him. At Ji Tang's suggestion, he decided to make them workers.
After the orcs recover, they are still able to have certain working abilities. For example, jobs like oil presses require physical strength but will not exhaust people, which is just right for the orcs.
When the power supply was restored and the oil press could be started up, Rex immediately called Osrian and several adult orcs to learn how to operate these machines.
Zhao Zhenzhen and Ji Tang debugged the machine and demonstrated to several orcs how to use a steaming and frying machine to pre-process soybeans for oil extraction, and how to use a fully automatic tofu machine to make dried tofu from the soybean cakes after oil extraction. They patiently explained all the steps and then asked the four orcs to divide into groups of two to practice the actual operation.
The life span of orcs is about twice that of humans. Although Ossirian looks like a middle-aged man, he is actually over 60 years old. The other three are not much different from him. Even if they did not receive a proper education, their longer life experience makes them no less intelligent than humans.
Osrian and his companions were initially hesitant and did not dare to touch the expensive-looking machinery. After being corrected several times by Ji Tang, they gradually relaxed and soon got the hang of it. China's civilian and agricultural machinery has always been evolving towards fool-proof operation, and the ultimate goal is to allow Uncle Hei to operate it easily, so it is certainly not difficult to learn.
Several orcs were concentrating on learning how to operate the machine. Zhao Zhenzhen, Ji Tang, and Rex watched for a while and thought there was no problem, so they walked to the side and discussed the management of the oil press factory.
"With the surge in cheap cloth, local farmers basically have no extra money at home, and we can't charge for oil pressing." Ji Tang said first.
Lowell, who was standing quietly against the wall with Yang Qiu and listening, looked at Ji Tang in surprise when he heard that money could not be collected.
"Indeed, we don't need to charge money. The factory's profit point can be placed on tofu." Zhao Zhenzhen nodded and said, "Use the storefront next door to sell affordable tofu. Assign a few people to be in charge and connect directly with the oil press factory. Settle the payment on a weekly basis to ensure mutual profits."
Ji Tang clapped his hands and said, "People from the resettlement site can do this job."
Zhao Zhenzhen said: "The oil press and the affordable tofu factory also need to hire local residents to work. If all of them are our people, it will be difficult for local residents to accept this new thing in the early stages."
"Uh... that's the truth." Ji Tang scratched his head embarrassedly . He also made some mistakes in his thinking. He always wanted to arrange for the people in the resettlement site first.
"The workers in this town should give priority to local housewives and teach them how to make the most of these two multifunctional tofu machines. In addition to the long-lasting dried tofu, we should also prepare water tofu and white tofu." Zhao Zhenzhen said, "We can set up a tasting point in front of the affordable tofu shop to try before buying, promote tofu cooking teaching, and address people's concerns."
Ji Tang began to calculate: "In this case, the oil mill will need two to three more female workers to assist Osrian and his team, and the affordable tofu shop will need five to six female workers..."
"...Can I say a few words?" Rex heard them talking about female workers over and over again, and raised his hand weakly.
"You say." Ji Tang said.
"Would it be inappropriate to only recruit female workers?" Rex said nervously, "There are many...unemployed men in the local area. I think we should also solve their employment problems..."
Although Rex hated his lord father, he did learn some things from his mother before he grew old and ugly. For example, if there are too many unemployed men in a neighborhood, it will inevitably lead to chaos in public security and frequent crimes.
When a woman has nowhere else to turn, her body is her last resort; when a man has nowhere else to turn, his body is also his last resort - the capital to do evil.
The forced closure of the Westham red-light district did indeed destroy the jobs of many people, but it was the sanitation bureau, the security team, the cheap cloth sold at the market, and the employment of temporary workers on the town's main street that temporarily eased the conflict between the Tarantan people and the locals.
But the contradiction itself has not been fundamentally eliminated - the reconstruction of the main road in the town has been completed and so many temporary workers are no longer needed. Families who have lost their source of income will eat the last piece of bread in the cupboard and spend the last copper coin in their hand, and the contradiction will still break out.
Rex's words were very tactful, but that didn't prevent Ji Tang and Zhao Zhenzhen from understanding what he meant.
Lower-class men are more likely to become a social security threat than lower-class women. This is the main reason why most societies tilt more social resources towards lower-class men, even in the so-called "no revolution" era of breech-loading rifles.
As a female cadre, Zhao Zhenzhen would not argue with Rex about women's rights on this issue. She just smiled and said, "The oil press and the affordable tofu factories recruit housewives with a good reputation among the townspeople because housewives are more suitable for food-related jobs. The men in the town absolutely do not have to worry about employment. Even if all the men who go to the countryside to work as odd jobs during the autumn harvest are counted, the town's labor force is far from enough."
Rex: “???”
The two of them couldn't explain too much to him, so Ji Tang said, "Let's do the current work first. I'll find a few people and use today's market to spread the news that the oil mill will provide free oil pressing... Oh, 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 delivers letters to the countryside. The coal yard is also in your hands. Ask the people at the coal yard to deliver the honeycomb coal we ordered last time."
"I'll go to the resettlement site and pick a few people first. Then I'll ask the clerk to arrange for a few hardworking housewives to come and study with Osrian and the others. All the problems with the workers' teaching and training will be solved today." Zhao Zhenzhen said.
Before Rex could ask further questions, he was pushed by the two highly motivated national team members to get busy...
The three of them ran out of the oil mill while talking to themselves. Lowell, who was full of questions, didn't even have time to stop Rex and ask a few questions...
"Young people, when they are working hard, will inevitably ignore others. Please don't mind their impoliteness, monitor." Yang Qiu said with a smile.
Lowell turned his head, his expression extremely complicated and indescribable.
"I have to say - this really opened my eyes." The black-robed inspector rubbed his temple and said awkwardly, "Your... undead are even more, even more..." than I imagined.
"They should be more like qualified rulers." Yang Qiu simply said what Supervisor Lowell couldn't say. "When they have power in their hands, they are more concerned about how to use power to improve the lives of local people. They think power is an honor, but more of a responsibility."
"And this is what a normal ruler should cultivate."
Yang Qiu paused here deliberately, with a smile that didn't seem to be provocative but made Lowell unhappy, and he quickened his speech: "When the king is crowned, the oath he swears will always include words about protecting his people; when the king divides the territory among the nobles, the nobles will also swear to treat the people in the territory well..."
"But no one will take these nice words seriously. After the coronation ceremony, the king cares more about which noble is more loyal to him. After the investiture ceremony, the nobles care more about how much money they can make from their subjects."
"It was just a polite remark 'for the people', but these ghosts actually carried it out faithfully. They care whether the farmers can afford the oil pressing fee, whether the townspeople's vegetable baskets are rich enough, whether the locals will have a hard time surviving because of joblessness, and 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, because you, a distinguished senior monk, have witnessed the king's coronation ceremony and the enthronement ceremony of countless noble lords. You have already accepted from the bottom of your heart that these beautiful words 'for the people' are just lip service."
"You instinctively resist this shameful reality. You think the actions of the undead are naive and childish, and they don't understand the difficulties of the world. You sincerely believe that our undead friends and that young and inexperienced Rex will never succeed. They will only be beaten to a pulp by reality. You even can't help but want to remind Rex not to be too idealistic - right, dear inspector?"
Supervisor Lowell's forehead was full of veins. He took a deep breath and squeezed out the words from between his teeth: "Want to fight, Yang?"
"Of course not." Yang Qiu still smiled warmly, "Please believe that I have no intention of offending you, Supervisor, I just need to confirm one thing."
"Confirm what?" Supervisor Lowell asked, suppressing his anger.
"If our undead friends take on the responsibilities of rulers, then the better they perform, the more likely they will be hostile to the outside world." Yang Qiu said calmly.
Inspector Lowell, who was almost angry enough to take action, was stunned.
Then, the ascetic monk of the Prosperous Church's face, which had turned red with anger, gradually turned pale, the blue veins subsided, and cold sweat broke out at the roots of his hair.
In just a few seconds, the monk's face turned from red to white and then from white to red. Not only was he sweating profusely, but his cheeks also turned so red that they almost bled.
"You... really know how to make things difficult for others," Brother Lowell said awkwardly.
"But this is indeed the easiest way for us to understand the difficult situation of our undead friends." Yang Qiu smiled and said, "Ascetic monks like you who are above vulgar tastes will instinctively dislike the behavior of the undead who take on the responsibility of rulers . What about others?"
Rowell nodded silently.
He understood why Yang had no intention of sending anyone to communicate and coordinate with Lord Innadri to resolve the dispute after capturing Wagner Pitt and his soldiers... Whether it was the nominal Lord Rex or the undead who actually ruled Westram, they were destined to not be able to coexist peacefully with Lord Innadri.
It would be fine if Westram was in a mess, but Lord Inadri could still tolerate the existence of Rex and this group of strange .
If Westram is governed well, Rex and the undead will become thorns in the eyes and flesh of Lord Innadri and the Bartles family.
"This is not something you can laugh at, Yang." Lowell couldn't help but say, "Since you are aware of this dilemma, then... you want to sit back and watch Westram be dragged into the war?"
Yang Qiu smiled calmly, turned to look at the orcs who were carefully taking out the bean cakes from the pressing tank to make tofu in the factory: "Of course not, Supervisor. Why do we pursue the way of power? Isn't it to allow the living beings who work hard to live to have peace?"
Lowell was shocked and looked at Yang Qiu in amazement.
Yang Qiu said calmly: "Predators plunder flesh and blood with force, and guardians need to have more powerful force. Only struggle can win true peace. Concession and compromise will only make peace die."
Lowell stared at him for a long time, then nodded involuntarily.
Last time, when Yang told his story of being a strong man, Supervisor Lowell was not completely convinced. But this time, Supervisor Lowell understood how serious the man in front of him was.
"You want to challenge the Innade Territory... No, you want to challenge the power rules of the Rhine Kingdom. This is what you really want to do, right?" Supervisor Lowell said hesitantly, "No, that's not right. Maybe you didn't set the Rhine Kingdom as your target from the beginning. You also considered the Principality of Shiga, is that right?"
"Yes." Yang Qiu smiled and did not hide his thoughts. "At the beginning, I planned to choose between the Principality of Shiga near Tarantan and the Kingdom of Rhine."
Supervisor Lowell smiled bitterly and said, "Can you tell me why you didn't choose the Principality of Shiga?"
"Because the social contradictions in the Principality of Shiga are not as acute as those in the Rhine Kingdom." Yang Qiu said calmly, "The Principality of Shiga attaches great importance to agriculture. Except for the town of Kamoer, which has a special historical background, most of the lower-class people in other parts of the principality own land, and the prices are not too abnormal, which can meet the basic needs of survival... The people's dissatisfaction with the current situation is not so strong that there is an urgent need to replace the current archon. Even the undead can be tolerated as the local ruler."
Rowell: “…”
He finally understood why this guy had to travel all over the town and even visit Viscount Lynn and the mayor when he went to Camere...
"I had no intention of taking action so quickly. Who told our undead friends to be so hateful of evil that they intervened in Westram so early?" Yang Qiu smiled and shook his head.
Lowell smiled bitterly. Yang Qiu was too frank, so honest that he was speechless. "Well... then you have been tirelessly telling me these things, trying to get me to agree with your shocking ideas. I guess you want something from me, right?"
"Please don't say such hurtful words, respected Inspector. I think our relationship should be friends. Friends should not be so calculative." Yang Qiu said with a smile, "You can even tolerate such rude words from me. If you say you are not curious about how the undead can make Westram a prosperous place, I will not believe it."
Lowell coughed loudly several times.
After embarrassing the thin-skinned monk, Yang Qiu said shamelessly: "Of course, now I really need you to do me a small favor..."
November 6th, Earth time, is not an ordinary Wednesday.
With only two days left before the monthly rare item auction, the game coins circulating among players were once again speculated to a high price of 1:12 RMB.
Even so, the game currency is still in short supply. All the player organizations, blood alliances, and RMB bosses have hired people to squat at various brick-moving points. When a player is about to settle a task and log off, someone will immediately surround him and ask if he wants to sell the game currency...
While various wealthy bosses were spending money to fight each other, Yang Qiu and Supervisor Lowell each rode a horse and arrived at the Sorenson Mountains.
Seeing the miasma surrounding the Sorenson Mountains from a distance of more than a thousand meters, Supervisor Lowell felt a dull pain in the nerves on his forehead. He tilted his head and said, "Are you sure you want to be promoted here, Yang? This is really not a good place."
"The grave of the out-of-control, the cemetery of the fallen... Some people even call this place the abyss of the world. Sorensen's reputation is indeed not very good." Yang Qiu smiled easily, "However, only a place like this can be said to be able to sharpen the spirit, don't you think?"
Lowell, who was born as an ascetic monk, certainly would not deny Yang Qiu's theory, but he could not support Yang Qiu's risky behavior, so he could only say: "I hope you can really get what you want... I can't replace you for too long."
"Three days, at most, I will come out of the mountain." Yang Qiu smiled and bowed slightly to Lowell, "While I'm gone, I'll leave my undead souls to you."
Lowell nodded solemnly.
After a brief greeting, the two men parted ways. Lowell stopped where he was and watched Yang Qiu go into the mountains alone. He only rode back when his figure disappeared in the gloomy miasma and could no longer be seen.
As a black-robed inspector of the Prosperous Church, looking after a black magician... Two months ago, Inspector Lowell would have never thought that he would have anything to do with such a thing.
"I have been influenced too much by him." Lowell sighed to himself.
There was no denying that Yang attracted him.
The wanton, lawless, crazy and chaotic black magician in the rumors, under that crazy appearance, has a cold face that analyzes the laws governing the operation of the material world with extreme calmness.
He sneers at the people who are supposed to be high and mighty and respected. He has no respect for respectable gentlemen, but he respects the orcs from the outer continent, who are considered an inferior race by most people.
He never tires of mentioning that when judging whether a territory or a country is civilized, one should not look from top to bottom, 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 were pursuing justice and order. At first, Lowell thought it was just a self-boasting joke, but it turned out that Yang was not joking - Westram had been taken over for nearly half a month, and Lowell had not seen any scenes that could be called chaotic.
His long-held beliefs were shattered by Yang and these weird Tarantan undead, making Lowell feel uncomfortable but also curious - just as Yang said, he was really curious about how the undead would run Westram.
Even though Lowell knew that the results he saw would only make him, who was accustomed to the existing rules of the world, feel uneasy, he still couldn't stop...
Inspector Lowell returned to Westham's house with mixed feelings and handed the horses to Wagner's care. He went back to the living room and drank some tea, but then he felt restless and felt that Yang's entrustment urged him to do something, so he simply put on his cloak and went out to take a walk along the main street in the town that was undergoing a lively transformation.
When passing by a construction site managed by the undead, several of them looked curiously at Lowell who was passing by alone.
"Why is the pretty boy alone today? Where's Lao Yang?"
Lowell, who had the azalea badge on his chest and heard everything clearly, said: "..."
Lowell looked at the undead with an expressionless face, then quickened his pace and walked away.
One player said in surprise: "Hey, am I seeing right? Is the pretty boy glaring at us?"
Another player suddenly jumped up and shouted excitedly: "Wait a minute! This pretty boy usually ignores us, but today he actually responded to us!"
When the players who were working on the brick-moving task heard this, they immediately dropped their task tools and ran after Lowell, who had not gotten far.
"Wait, Rowell-san, is there anything I can do for you, your undead friend?"
Rowell: “?!”
