After the Full Level of the Profession

knight:"……"

His men: "..."

Elsiqi said: "Huh? What's wrong with you? Are we too good to the Mayans? How strange! Aren't you full of sympathy for the Mayans and that's why you helped them escape from the colony? See you The Mayan people are living a good life here, you should be very happy."

The knight forced a very forced smile: "That is, I am very pleased."

But the soldiers under his command complained in unison: "They live a better life than us, we need their sympathy now, ahhhhh, give me the bacon!"

While Elsie was dealing with the poor group of exiled Noma people...

At the entrance of the town, more than two hundred Mayan refugees who had just entered the town were looking at this new city with anxiety.

They had been tortured by the white people for several years. Now, except for the exiled knight, they were wary of other white people. They looked at the Westwind warriors with vigilance, fearing that they would treat them like the Noma people.

At this time, an eagle warrior from the Gada tribe came to them and asked, "Which tribe are you from?"

An old man emerged from among the refugees and whispered: "We are from the Yayata tribe in the south."

"Oh, I know the Yayata tribe." Eagle Warrior said, "Your tribe doesn't seem to be very big. There seem to be more than 500 people in total."

"There used to be more than five hundred people." The old man sighed: "Now there are only more than two hundred people. The others are all dead. They were all killed by the Noma people or died of exhaustion in the colony."

The Eagle Warrior was startled.

"How are you living here..." the old man asked cautiously, "How are you living?"

The Eagle Warrior patted his shoulder: "Don't be afraid, we live very well here. You will know it soon. Look, the man named Godafather is coming. As soon as he opens his mouth, you will be relieved. "

Chapter 819 You guys work for me

Wow!

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Unexpected

Robb walked up to the Mayan refugees and looked at the group of people carefully. It was obvious that there were no strong men in this group, probably because the strong men were slaughtered at the beginning. Because in the structure of the Maya tribe, strong men are equal to eagle warriors. When the Noma people conquered this Maya tribe, they would definitely kill all the eagle warriors, and the wizards were also killed. The ones left here are They were all just old people, women, and children.

Moreover, these old, weak, women and children were all skinny and disheveled. It was obvious that the Noma people never gave them enough food and clothing, and were enslaving them to death.

For people with such physical abilities, the Noma people can safely let them do hard work, mining, building roads, building bridges, and carrying goods, and forget about exhaustion.

But Robb couldn't do the same thing, and his heart was not so dark.

So what should these people do?

If heavy physical labor is not enough, then you can only do light physical labor. However, the mining town is in dire straits. The main job vacancies now are mining, building houses, and road construction. They are all heavy physical labor, and there is no light labor at all. . How to fix this?

Robb frowned. It was inconvenient to operate. He was a kind-hearted person in his heart. He didn't want to see the old, weak, women and children suffer, so he had to bite the bullet and solve the problem.

Forget it, let’s talk nonsense for now and think about it while talking.

Robb said to the refugees: "Ahem! Listen up, everyone, your home has been destroyed by the Norma people, and you will definitely not be able to go back now. Even if you reluctantly go home and live in the ruins, there is a chance that the Norma will be destroyed again. There is a danger of being captured by the centaurs. Therefore, you can only stay here with me for the time being."

Before the translator could speak, the refugees nodded together, and some even said in English: "Yes, you are right, please take them in."

Robb was surprised to find that many of them could understand themselves, and some could speak English. It seems that after several years of colonization, the people of the Noma Kingdom have made all these people understand English.

Robb couldn't help but be happy. He didn't know how to use these people just now, but now he does! He only has one translator on hand now, that is, the little maritime merchant. His translation task is too heavy for him. Not only does he have to help Robb connect with the clan leader, but he also has to help Sofa deal with the Eagle Warriors. When drawing a map, the workers at the mine and the foreman would have to run around if they wanted to communicate.

This little translator is so exhausted!

Now, among this large group of refugees, at least dozens of translators can be selected.

He couldn't help but laugh: "Now, I ask those of you who understand white people, can speak white people, or can at least communicate with white people on a daily basis, please come forward."

When the refugees heard this, they trembled slightly and seemed a little scared, but in the end, more than thirty people stood up. Among them was a young brown-skinned woman who looked pretty good, with good-looking features, but her body was too big. She was thin, covered in skin and bones, and had been hungry for who knows how long. She spoke to Robb in English: "My lord, what do you want us to do?"

"You speak white people very well." Luo Boqi said: "What did you do before?"

The woman whispered: "I used to do housework for the white master in the southern colonies."

No wonder, just like Filipino maids, they often need to communicate with their hosts, so they naturally learn the language very quickly.

Robb said to these thirty people: "From now on, you can come and be our translators. All walks of life need several translators... You will all come in handy."

As soon as he said these words, all the Maya refugees had a look of horror on their faces, and the few Eagle Warriors who came with the team even raised their spears...

Robb reacted very quickly and immediately understood that this group of people thought he was going to enslave them like the Norma people again.

He quickly said: "Don't get excited. The work I'm talking about is not the same as the work the Noma people want you to do."

The young woman asked warily: "What does that mean?"

Robb waved to a Gada tribe eagle warrior working for him next to him, and said, "Tell these people about your salary."

The Eagle Warrior came over triumphantly and smiled at the refugees: "I work for Godafather. My job is to help his map making team lead the way, be a tour guide, and be a sentinel! Let me tell you, Every month, I can get one hundred catties of potatoes, two catties of sugar, and a large roll of cloth as wages, hahaha."

The refugees didn't understand what sugar was, but they knew what potatoes were. Potatoes are a crop they also have here. They knew exactly how much potatoes there were in a hundred pounds. Several of them had expressions of jealousy and envy on their faces. As for cloth, it's even more powerful. The Mayans' textile level is still quite low and they can only make very low-end linen. But even low-end linen is very valuable here.

The eagle warrior in front of me can actually get a hundred kilograms of potatoes and a large roll of cloth after working for a month. That is really awesome. As for the two kilograms of sugar, no one cares about it.

Even the eyes of a group of people were red...

Several people even cried. They worked for the Noma people in the colony. Not only did they not get paid, they also suffered severe beatings every day. They did not have enough food to eat and lack of warm clothes. The white masters would beat people randomly if they were slightly unhappy. Indiscriminate killing makes them live in fear every day. Now I heard that they can be treated like this here, which is really the difference between heaven and earth.

Robb said: "Don't get excited yet. This Eagle Warrior's remuneration is high because he does high-risk work. You translators for me have a much easier job and are not so dangerous, so the remuneration is less. "

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the thirty or so people became sad again. Warriors with fighting ability should receive high incomes. This is common sense in primitive tribes, because the productivity structure of primitive society determines that warriors have the supreme status. When hunting, At that time, the warriors took away the best parts of the prey, leaving only the worst parts for the non-combatants.

It is normal for non-combatants not to have enough to eat...

However, just as their faces dimmed, they heard Robb say: "Well, in your reward, there will be no more two pounds of sugar, only potatoes and cloth."

Everyone: "Huh?"

What an unexpected surprise!

That’s what it’s called!

The thirty or so refugees who were scheduled to be translators cheered loudly, chanting in various weird words that Robb couldn't understand. He didn't know whether they were thanking some strange gods or ancestors. Anyway, there was a burst of random thanks. Many others bowed to Robb.

Chapter 820 The First Cocoa Plantation

However, even if you think about it, I will add another update.

The thirty or so people who could serve as translators were very happy and cheered.