After the Full Level of the Profession

But there are still more than a hundred refugees left. They have not yet found a job and don't know what to do.

These more than a hundred people were filled with envy and hatred when they heard that their companions had gotten such good jobs, but they couldn't be translators themselves. What could they do? Such a good job, I want to do it. I want to do it so much that I want to stretch out my hands and hands from my throat to grab this job, but what should I do if I can’t grasp it?

A group of people could only look at Robb pitifully!

Robb's head is also swollen. He wants them to go mining. He can't bear it. He can't bear to move stones to build houses. He can't bear it either. He can't bear it to build roads and bridges. What can a bunch of hungry and skinny people do?

After thinking about it, I decided to let it go. It happened that the queen was clamoring for chocolate, but the cocoa beans of several nearby tribes had been harvested and I couldn't get them for a while. I might as well build the world's first cocoa bean plantation. Leave more than two hundred refugees to help manage the plantation and be responsible for harvesting, picking, selecting, drying beans, crushing, making cocoa powder and other messy things. As long as there are corresponding machines, these are not too heavy. They should be able to do physical labor.

Robb said loudly to the remaining more than a hundred people: "Don't worry, I have already thought about what I want you to do, cough! Just be my cocoa bean plantation workers."

As soon as he said this sentence, more than thirty translators next to him spoke in unison and helped translate at the same time. There were all kinds of confusion.

Robb: "Hey, what are you doing?"

The thirty or so people said together: "Let's start the translation work now."

Robb: "..."

This is very unreasonable.

Robb said angrily: "It's all gone, Counter, you take these translators to various departments in the town, and assign one to each place that needs a translator."

Conte smiled and nodded, and then he said to the young, decent-looking female translator: "You stay here to be Godafather's special translator." Then he said to the others: "You all follow I come."

Robb shook his head secretly: Even Conte learned it badly! The translator must deliberately leave me young and good-looking. But forget it, I also like young and good-looking female translators, only male ones want them.

He turned to the refugees again: "You go to the north of the town first and plow a field. I will plant cocoa trees there. Next, you will be responsible for taking care of my cocoa trees. As for your wages... twenty less than the translator. A pound of potatoes, that’s it.”

The refugees carefully calculated that they had lost twenty kilograms, but they still had eighty kilograms of potatoes, which was more than enough for one person to eat for a month. There was still more that could be exchanged for other things, and there was also a large roll of cloth that could be used to make clothes. , this job is still much more comfortable than digging for food in the tribe before.

A group of people were grateful and quickly bowed to Robb again and again.

After praying, they hurriedly wanted to go to work, just like the group of people who couldn't wait to translate. They wanted to start work as soon as possible and gain something as soon as possible. Perhaps this is the most simple way of thinking.

Several Zephyr warriors took the refugees to get tools and asked them to prepare the land to the north of the town.

Robb didn't care about this matter at first. He went back to his chapel and lay down. He had just rested for less than twenty minutes when he saw a Zephyr warrior running back and whispered in his ear: "Godafather, those The skinny guy doesn’t look like he can clear a piece of land.”

"Oh?" Luo Boqi said, "What's wrong?"

The West Wind Warrior said: "There is a large jungle outside the town. It is full of century-old trees. The roots are intricate and complicated. The refugees are too weak to deal with the jungle even with tools."

Robb: "..."

That’s all, save people to the end and send Buddha to the West.

Robb quickly took the new female translator and arrived outside the north gate of the town.

Sure enough, as soon as he arrived, he saw a large group of refugees chopping down trees with difficulty. Each of these people was weaker than the other, and they were all staggering with their axes. Wherever they could chop down the tree, the century-old tree fell down with one fell swoop. The bark of the tree was only broken a little.

It would be too difficult for these guys to clear out a plantation.

"Stop!" Robb shouted. "Gather behind me."

These refugees were very obedient, probably because of their long-term colonial life, which made them very obedient. As soon as Robb shouted and the translator translated, those people immediately ran up behind Robb and stood neatly.

Robb said: "It is your job to open up wasteland, and it is paid for by your wages. It is your duty to do this. However, due to some special reasons, I will help you lay a foundation this time. I will not be able to do it in the future. oh."

The refugees couldn't understand what he meant and couldn't help but look confused.

At this moment, Robb suddenly waved his hand forward: "Wind Blade Technique!"

Two extremely broad wind blades flew out from his hand, like two extremely huge scythes, sweeping across the jungle in front of him. With a crash, all the large trees hundreds of meters in diameter in front of him were cut off from their roots. Tilted down.

Refugees: “Wow!”

A group of construction workers from Westwind Town who had been prepared for it immediately ran up from behind, picked up the tree and ran away, laughing and saying: "Godafather, we are going to use these wood to build a house."

Robb waited until they had removed all the trees and there was only a pile of tree stumps left in front of him, and then he cast the spell again: "Earth Split!"

He controlled the power and only allowed the ground cracking technique to wreak havoc on the surface of the land. Soon, the land within a few hundred meters was loosened, and many tree stumps were turned up with their roots.

A businessman who had been prepared rushed over again and asked his followers to carry away the tree stumps and roots: "We will transport these things back to the Kingdom of Gran and sell them to the carving artists."

Then all that was left was a piece of plowed land.

Robb then turned his head and said to a group of stunned refugees: "Please plow this land and make it smooth so that I can sow cocoa. Do you understand?"

The refugees now looked at Robb with a look that could be called "awe". They hurriedly bowed and saluted. Some even knelt down and kowtowed: "We will definitely work well."

The next day, the land for the planting circle was all prepared. The refugees, no, they should be called plantation workers now, also built a low fence around the plantation to prevent wild animals from escaping in.

Robb then took the seeds of the cocoa tree (cocoa beans that had not been dried or processed), planted them one by one, poured some water, then looked up at the sky, wrote down the time, and said with a smile : "At this time tomorrow, you will really start working."

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Chapter 821 I will not hesitate to die for the holy war

The next day, Robb's cocoa plantation harvested!

The workers were really scared to death. You must know that after an ordinary cocoa tree is planted, it usually takes five years to bear fruit. However, the monster Robb only planted it for one day and harvested it. This speed is simply crazy. Unreasonable.

This thing is money in Maya!

So much money can be made overnight!

The workers almost fainted...

However, after a brief moment of surprise, they began to feel happy again. Their employer was so powerful. Do they still need to worry about going hungry in the future? No need at all! As long as you work hard and don't lose your job, you will be stable in your life.

Some people even suggested that they should open up wasteland quickly so that the boss could plant another cocoa tree.

However, this proposal was rejected on the spot by Conte who passed by with an interpreter to watch the fun. Conte reminded them friendly: "Godafather is as lazy as an old dog. He used God's grace to create this cocoa tree just to solve your work. The problem is, if you want Godafather to use God’s grace again, you can’t even think about it. Unless there are some big events or changes, Godafather will not agree to use God’s grace again. From now on, you can guard this plantation well. Go to work, if you want to plant more trees, you can only use conventional methods, plant cocoa trees like normal people."

The workers were obedient and did their essential work. They picked the cocoa beans and left some of the cocoa beans for sowing. They opened a new field next to them and planted cocoa trees in the normal way. Most of the cocoa beans were planted. It is used to dry and grind it, and then it is handed over to the merchants sent by the queen, who is loaded onto a large ship and transported back to the Kingdom of Glen under the escort of the fleet...

The Royal Chocolate Factory in the Grand Kingdom finally received a large amount of raw materials.

A few days later, at night.

It was ten o'clock in the evening, and Robb was still not asleep. He was really not used to sleeping at this time. Moreover, there was an uninvited guest in the church today.

Runaway Knight!

This knight with an "explosive sense of justice" has been living in Robb's mining town after betraying the colony. As a former nobleman, he does not need to work. His loyal soldiers will take the initiative to participate. He worked in the town and used part of his income to support him.

So, he is living a very leisurely life now.