From troll tribes to elf empires

Chapter 157 Land Distribution and Issues Caused by It

The giant tree has a weight corresponding to its own size, so even if there are hundreds of mature moose pulling it day and night, the convoy can't move faster;

Fortunately, although I walked slowly, I persisted every day for 48 lights, and I kept getting closer to the finish line every moment.

There is no need to go into detail about the process. In short, after seven days of this, the convoy finally arrived at the second base.

And on the day the convoy arrived, several messages came from the east, and the entire track was finally fully connected;

And this naturally means that this unnatural creation, which spans nearly 2,000 kilometers from the shores of the Black River in the east to the caves in the west, has finally been completed.

This is undoubtedly a victory over nature. The tribe has transcended the shackles of time and space, and has extended its solid "arm" deep into the depths of the distant black forest. From now on, there will be a smooth road between the East and the West.

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This news was connected to the Windtalker's channel and spread to all the Yabu's strongholds in the East and West Black Forest in a short period of time. Whether they understood the meaning or not, many trolls cheered because of it.

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When Nesta and the others arrived at the second base, the local construction team had already rebuilt a formal station line about one kilometer long next to the original temporary station;

From then on, when a train stops, there is no need to occupy the main track and shut down the line.

Under the control of the driver, Nesta's train turned into a fork in the road. The moose were pulled down to rest, and the trolls would also rest here for one or two days.

During the impromptu meeting held that night, a witch doctor reluctantly asked:

"What should we do with the workers supported by our allies? Do we really want to return them?"

"Sixth, the concentration of pregnant women and teenagers, the distribution of settlements and labor force;"

“With the continuous development of agricultural reclamation, whether in the form of ‘harvest’ or ‘remuneration’, the people will inevitably become richer and richer;”

"Our base of headquarters, eastern garrison, western branch base, and small settlements outside the city that may appear in the future is no longer just a corner of the Black River. Do we still have to bring all pregnant women back to the headquarters as always? Or do we still have to take all pregnant women back to the headquarters?

Are you talking about delegating this function?"

The relatively serious matter came to an end first, and the attention temporarily turned back to the "happy Kunna and her three male friends".

"How can individuals fairly distribute the 'harvest' or 'reward' that should belong to them among collectives working together?"

This is not only the liberation of the witch doctors, but also the training of the deacons in the ruling government.

It's not surprising that Nesta delayed talking about this issue until now. The truth is that he was really not sure about completing the 'assimilation' within the construction period, but he didn't expect that the effect of the training class would be immediate, and he could directly handle it in one go.

to the point of swallowing.

But no matter how smart they are, their thinking is still limited in their horizons. Because of the constraints of the 'now', their thinking cannot be extended without reason, and they can't think about problems that have not even been formed yet.

But when I opened the curtain and took a look, there was nothing inside...

"If it is free, how should we balance the relationship between supply and demand? If it is paid, can people buy it and how should they buy it?"

Over at the sub-base, Kunna and the others, who had been waiting for a reply from the government, were gradually becoming impatient.

"You have to stay, but you have to stay beautifully, and you have to have a reason that can at least be explained in terms of face."

"Hahaha! Remember? Just you?"

"Shut up!"

"In their respective bases, allocate residences and land, so that the workers can see the reality of a more prosperous and decent life; at the same time, let the captains and vice-captains play their emotional cards and try to get them to stay voluntarily."

"Fifth, the increase in wealth brought by cultivated land and the disposal of inheritance under the premise of public welfare system;"

They decided to ask for clarification, and if they still couldn't get a satisfactory reply from the other troll, they would knock on the door.

"No, Kunna no longer fights casually. You guys, please think of a solution. How else can we solve it?" asked the eldest sister Kunna, sitting in the center.

"When the young trolls grow up, how should they be reasonably allocated to their destinations to ensure the stability of the population in each settlement?"

"Okay, shut up. Kunna, what do you want to do?" Volesta showed the most poise at this time. He sat upright on the pony and asked with a serious expression.

"Seventh. Forget it, I only think about these issues for the time being."

In this way, it was not uncommon for young Sylvie to be unprepared for even more chaotic situations. But who made Sylvie feel high-spirited at this time? It was actually Kunna's previous promise that gave him too many fantasies.

So he turned around and ran away, heartbroken, and found another female.

'Did Sylvie break in last night?'

"Should the newly growing labor force be concentrated in existing large and small settlements to gradually expand their population; or should we develop new areas and expand our coverage in the Black Forest? Considering safety, efficiency, etc., which

Is one solution more consistent with the status quo?"

With this in mind, she walked towards Sylvie's tent and shouted,

"But I heard that the person who reads the 'opinions' is also a clerk of the executive government. Will this be useful?" Little Silver felt that this arrangement was a bit strange.

The male troll swallowed and pointed to another tent not far away. Kunna looked in the direction he pointed, and her 'willow eyebrows' suddenly stood up.

That tent belonged to another female, and she was a beautiful troll like her. There were also many interesting stories between these two females, but there is no need to describe them at this time.

"Damn! This kid actually dares to betray me!"

"Complain! It's a complaint..."

"Fourth, the configuration of agricultural machinery;"

"That's right. There are still 3,000 foreign trolls in the construction teams along the line. After such a long period of intensive training, they are already very different from our people, right? Will you die if you go back?"

"If it still doesn't work, just complain. Isn't there a suggestion box over there in the square? We'll put the 'complaint' in it when the time comes."

The witch doctors were muttering speechlessly. They were not stupid people. It could even be said that they were all extremely smart.

"What else can we do? We can't just break in and beat up the clerk again. Let's submit another application. If they still don't respond, then we'll just..."

"Shut up, little follower! I will remember it right away, and it's all your fault!"

This is undoubtedly a huge waste of talent that cannot be ignored.

1. Quinates, female, 113 years old;

2. Volesta, male, 94 years old;

3, Isidosta, male, 86 years old;

4, Silvista, male, 34 years old;

Note: We voluntarily marry and start a family, and hope that the tribe can provide fair registration and corresponding protection of mating rights.

Since the 'assimilation' had progressed to this extent, all the witch doctors, including him, naturally tore up the motto of 'keep your word and keep your promise', and shamefully started to pack them all up and take them away.

As for why the bill should be handed over to the ruling government instead of smarter witch doctors coming up with solutions themselves?

"But although people live a long life, they will die one day. When they who are responsible for farming die in battle or die of old age, how should the wealth they leave behind be distributed? How should their 'ripened' fields be distributed?

How to deal with it?”

"Otherwise, how do you say that word? Let me think about it." Isidosta scratched his head, but he couldn't remember the word he wanted to say.

"These, as well as the newly discovered problems each of you have discovered during this process, will inevitably require one or even countless discussions to work together to solve and make choices;"

As for the reason, of course the youngest, Mr. Silvestad, babbled for a while because he had obtained some kind of permission, which aroused the competitive mentality of the other two.

After the apprentice on duty in the office saw this application that was full of flaws, he didn't take it seriously at all and just threw it into the trash can next to the desk.

"We are used to distributing weapons for free, as are tools such as axes, saws and picks, and the same is true for houses. Let's not mention whether this will cause much damage to rice coins, but what about machinery? It must also be provided on demand, free of charge.

Distribute it?"

"Now we mainly talk about the resettlement of these 3,000 workers."

It is out of the needs of ‘training’ and ‘division of functions’.

As there are more and more literate and sensible apprentices and even ordinary trolls, Nesta believes that it is time for many witch doctors, including himself, to withdraw from routine work, and they are doing so;

Not only for routine work, but also for such policy-related issues, the Rune Council will also make more detailed plans after determining the general direction - such as the decision of 'stay' or 'not stay' this time.

The details are left to the executive government for planning.

"So, I hope you can think deeply beforehand, so that you can have something to say when the time comes. In addition, sort out these things in several copies, and also hand them over to the deacons at all levels of the executive government for them to

Also use your brain to think about it. By the way, don’t forget the witch doctors stationed in each station, they must also participate in the discussion."

"With the combination of the two, as long as we have the name of 'voluntariness', we can negotiate more confidently."

"Your Majesty the Dictator, what is the 'new problem' you are talking about?"

"Returning everything to public ownership and collective ownership? Will it inhibit their enthusiasm for production? And can it be transformed into enthusiasm for consumption?"

Some overly complex big proposals and decisions related to the future direction and road have to reach final conclusions in discussions among witch doctors, such as what Nesta is about to say.

"As for how to 'distribute land' and the new issues that will inevitably arise in the process, that is something we need to discuss."

Otherwise, as the size of the tribe grows larger and larger, if the deacons still only follow orders and do things as before, one day all the energy of the witch doctors will be dragged into a world with no end in sight.

In the midst of policy proposals, there is no time left to care about one's main business - research.

Most witch doctors failed to realize why the issue suddenly changed.

"Let me briefly mention a few 'problems that may arise'. You will have enough time to think accordingly before returning to the headquarters."

“Second, who owns the land;”

Of course, it is not possible to blame all things on the ruling government without thinking. It is not in line with the original intention of the establishment of the Rune Parliament, and it can even be said that the Rune Parliament will lose part of its existence;

"Do you want to 'complain'? You're a poor old man with no brains." Silvi responded with a mocking look on his face.

"Grains are different from meat, or fruits and vegetables. Even if they don't rely on the tribe's cold storage, they can be stored for a long time. Therefore, the ruling government has not yet said whether to recycle the grain or how to recycle the grain, and under what name.

Won’t you be contradicted?”

"Did you see Sylvie? Where did that kid go?"

Requesting Parties:

"First, how to distribute the land;"

After the hug when the tracks met that day, Kunna’s three male friends unsurprisingly kicked over the boat of friendship and started a quarrel on the spot;

"oh"

In order to realize this consideration, there will definitely be a political reform after returning to the headquarters, so he decided to hold off on the more specific content and leave it to the meeting at that time.

"Third, how to distribute the harvest;"

"Little guy! I'm in!"

And this kind of 'competition' smoothly led to everything that happened that night, and even profoundly affected a series of subsequent policies of the tribe.

That night, workers from the two bases held a happy dinner at the intersection of the tracks. After the 'banquet' was over, when Silvi sneaked into Kunna's tent confidently, she happened to run into the other two

Mr.

"Should we divide them by individuals or by production teams? Or do we need to create new collective units?"

Kunna grabbed a passing troll and asked directly,

When Nesta spoke like this, all the witch doctors present turned their attention to him sitting in the first place, waiting for his subsequent words.

"To be honest, I can't solve all these questions on my own. Many questions may not even have accurate options of 'right' or 'wrong', but only a choice between 'bad' and 'worse'."

‘Then he seemed to have run away? The little guy was quite eccentric. Kunna, who was calm and wise, had to go and persuade him.’

"There are basically two types of land, cultivated land and uncultivated land. Who owns them? Individuals, small collectives? Or does it belong to the entire tribe? Two types. Or you have to add fruit trees, pastures, and many other types of land.

Are there distinctions in 'ownership' of land?"

"Obviously"

We won’t go into details about Sylvie’s painful and happy mood at that time when she was blocked in a corner and received a beating;

But an ‘application’ received by the ruling government not long after was actually quite interesting.

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The 'Marriage Registration Department' received a strange 'application' today, with absurd contents recorded in a neat format.

Demand: Justice and registration of marriage, and corresponding protection of mating rights;

"So, we have to start with 'payment' and 'reward'. Since the construction of the track has their indelible contribution, it is natural that the department will give certain rewards for this."

"I have considered this"

"Where should the degree of concentration and decentralization of central power be? How to grasp the balance between efficiency and centrifugal force, and develop faster and better under the premise of unification?"

"Of course it cannot be returned, and because the 'Mystery of the Curse of the Black Forest' has been solved, the merger of the other departments has to be put on the agenda one after another."

Therefore, these "forward-looking questions" raised by Nesta based on the experience in the books of previous lives had a "hard" impact on the minds of the witch doctors at this time.

Obviously, they had not thought before that there were so many "pits" waiting quietly in the dark.

If His Majesty the Dictator hadn't been far-sighted, as the tribe continued to develop, he would have stepped in accidentally one day and been knocked down, or even become disabled.

Kunna ran over angrily, broke into the tent, and blocked Sylvie.

She did not lose her sense of proportion in front of her competitors. Even in spite of their mocking gazes, she remained relatively 'reserved', grabbing Sylvie's ears and leaving silently.

"Isn't this nonsense?"

"As for more specific measures, let the ruling government submit a plan. The keynote is 'inducement,' 'sentiment,' and 'great justice.'"

"Of course, there is no rush to deal with the other ministries. We will discuss this in detail later."

"If we look at cultivated land alone, are the people farming for themselves? Or are they farming for the collective? Or are they farming for the tribe as a whole?"

Although the impromptu meeting temporarily came to an end in a heavy mood, Nesta was in a pretty good mood because he had thrown the 'pot' away.

As for the headquarters, after receiving the new project of "arranging alien trolls" not long ago, they scratched their heads and thought about how to achieve the solution that the dictator said was "both face and honour".

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"Then I will go to headquarters! Go to the witch doctor! Go to the dictator! I have spoken to the dictator, and he will definitely be willing to see me."

"Oh! Long live Kunna!"

From this, a request for marriage was ignored because it was considered too absurd. As a result, the curtain was slowly opened on the Black Forest's first "people sue officials" incident.

But the officials, who have some sense of superiority, still know nothing about it.

There are only 5,000+ today and I can’t write anymore. I have to leave some time for some homework.

I kept thinking about my homework, which made me write this chapter in a bad state.

(End of chapter)