Gene from the 13th Department of Bright City

Chapter 725 Special Chapter. Winter Queen. City

"Hmph! Why should our houses and fields be given to outsiders?"

"Yes, yes."

"Hi! My waist has been getting more and more painful recently, and I can hardly do it anymore. I still have to grit my teeth and do it every day."

“I don’t even think about who taught them the planting techniques.”

"We must not sit still and wait for death!"

In a hall that was being built, a bunch of people were busy, and many people were nagging. Everything nowadays is too unfair to the original townspeople. One of them was looking at the middle of the drawing. The young man put down the drawing in his hand.

"It's better not to nag. It will be bad if those brats hear it."

Many people looked like they dared to be angry but dared not speak. Some people struck harder with the tapping tools in their hands to express their inner dissatisfaction. The place where they were was originally a building south of the ruling office. The small trading market is now going to be expanded and transformed into a large gathering and trading place with a height of 50%.

There are no guards at the construction site, and the construction date is April 1st this year, which is April 1st in 2277.

This project started after Christmas last year and was handed over to them, a construction team of nearly 300 people. They used to be some craftsmen in the town, and they built most of the building facilities in the town. Get up.

Although Verla promised them that as long as they complete these tasks, they can be assigned houses, many people still complain that their past houses no longer belong to them and have been assigned to those high-level officials. This matter is up to them. Werla was approached many times, and many people just wanted to get their houses back, but Werla did not agree to their invitations.

Not only them, but the aboriginal people in the town have gone to Viela in the past, because the land and houses belonged to them in the past, and they also made great contributions to Winter City, but Viela did not do anything. Giving them even the slightest benefit is unacceptable to most people.

The weather today is a bit cold. The coldest time of the year has begun. February has just entered. Many people started working at 7 o'clock in the morning. Now it is just after 9 o'clock. Some people can no longer work. Their hands and feet are still numb. of.

Some people couldn't stand it anymore, so they stopped. Gradually, more and more people stopped. Only a trace of warm sunshine shone on them, but this already made many people feel satisfied.

"This is no fucking way to live."

At this time, a person threw away the tools in his hand, and for a while, the people who were still busy around the hall stopped involuntarily. Everyone felt the same way. Many of them had made sacrifices in the commotion surrounding the town. They have suffered too much, lost their loved ones, and now they have even lost their property. Everything that many people have worked hard for most of their lives has been lost.

"Musta, what to do!"

At this time, many people looked at the middle-aged man who was standing at a small table in the middle and looking at the construction drawings. Some people could not help but sob. They had a heavy workload and had to open their eyes every day. Participated in the construction of houses, but basically the treatment is the same as others, not only them, but also other people in the town.

Many people have been discussing some things recently. Although Vila said on the surface that if there is any problem, they can send representatives to discuss with her. They have sent representatives to discuss many times, but the result is still the same. Vila did not agree to them. Require.

Most people's requests were also very simple. They wanted to return the properties and some fields that originally belonged to the townspeople, and to improve their treatment. However, these requests were rejected by Viera one by one.

"I'll go over now and talk to Vila."

Musta said, turned around and started walking away. Someone advised him not to go again, but there was no result if he went, and Musta decided to finally talk to Verla.

"You guys keep working, I must get a certain answer today."

Musta walked quickly. The streets were basically quiet. Most people were either continuing to expand and cultivate on the outskirts of the city, or were busy in farmland and breeding farms. There were only a few fixed places with a few Winter Guards. people are patrolling.

"Why are you leaving in such a hurry? Do you want to come to my place for a drink?"

Suddenly a familiar voice sounded, Musta looked over, it was Redes.

"Old Lei!"

Musta shouted and Redes leaned over with a smile.

"Where are you going, Musta!"

"Go talk to the Queen."

Redes saw the extreme reluctance on Musta's face, and he smiled helplessly.

"Forget it Musta, I think you guys have been doing it too frequently recently, which is never a good thing!"

"Huh, that didn't happen to you, Lao Lei!"

Redes knows what Musta means. This group of people is still the same as before. They will be kind to you when they need you, and kick you aside when you are no longer needed.

"The same thing happened back then. What are you going to do? If you don't get a satisfactory answer, will it be the same as back then?"

Musta looked at Redes angrily.

"Old Lei, don't forget, you also participated."

Redes laughed.

"Yes, I did participate, but I was forced by you."

Mosta was not going to say anything to Redes. His credit among them was ruined. When problems occurred in the town, all the plans he came up with failed, and Musta's son was also in Redes. Des died in the dense forest near the water plant due to his own will.

Musta quickly arrived at the palace, which was not yet under construction. After he explained his purpose to several Winter Guards at the door, he was taken in and searched directly, and then the Guards asked him to wait in the hall.

"Msta!"

At this time, an excited voice sounded, and Musta looked over. It was Fred. He was wearing a warm leather coat and a cloak with a winter emblem on it.

"King Fred!"

Musta could only bow slightly, and Fred ran over happily.

"Is everything going well with you there?"

Musta lowered his head and looked unhappy. Fred pulled him to sit on a chair beside him.

"What's wrong? Did something happen?"

"Fred, please help us!"

Musta choked with sobs and his voice was a little sad. He talked about the house and the land, and how they worked day and night to build some buildings, which were too strenuous for them.

"We just want to get our property back. It's originally ours, isn't it? Fred, have you forgotten? We all helped you when you and your sister were studying here."

Fred let out a somewhat uncomfortable sigh, and then he stood up.

"When my sister comes, I will have a good talk with her on your behalf."

Musta kept saying thank you, and after a while Verla came down from the second floor with someone. Fred immediately came over, and Susie followed.

"What's wrong Fred?"

"Sister, why don't you return the houses and land that originally belonged to the townspeople in the town to them?"

Fred said excitedly.

Verla glanced at Musta, who was bent over and holding his hat, looking a little uneasy.

"New houses have been allocated to some of you, and you will be given more food every day than others. All tools made will be given to you first. What else do you want?"

Verla asked, Musta lowered his head and did not dare to speak.

"This matter is over here. Don't mention it again in the future. If you want to get back your so-called property, you should communicate with the officials of the original country, expel us outsiders, and pass the law to get back what belongs to you. s things!"

Vella stared at Musta with an angry expression. In the past month, the townspeople often sent representatives to explain something for various reasons. It seemed like opinions, but in fact they were threats.

"Sister! How is this possible? The world has become like this now. Aren't you trying to force others to do something difficult?"

Vila glared at Fred.

"You also know, Fred? Then do you or do you know, Musta, if you are dissatisfied, yes, I can return your land and houses to you, but from now on, please rely on your own efforts and face the cold winter in the future. The city has nothing to do with it. Are you talking, Musta? Are you mute?"

Musta was already a little angry at this time, but he was unable to refute it. It was true that Verla gave them better treatment than ordinary people. This is also an indisputable fact.

"Your Majesty, those things were originally me."

"Okay, I have to go to the reclamation site to inspect. If you think clearly, you can come over at any time. I can return your house to you, but you don't need to participate in everything in Winter City from now on. What do you want, do you want to sleep until You can do it anytime, but only on your own land. Once you enter our Winter City land, you will be cleared out as intruders."

Fred was about to say something, but his wife Susie grabbed his arm and pulled him over.

Verla walked up to Musta, who had his head lowered, and looked at him blankly.

"I understand, in the pioneering era, cities existed because of people. But once a city is established and people start to increase, it is not that the city needs you to exist, but that you need the city to exist! If you still If you don’t understand, you will only be reduced to bones when the city is built.”

Vila's words were a bit cruel, Musta clenched his fists angrily, Vila glanced at Fred, and then walked away with the others.

Although Fred still wanted to say something, he was already dragged towards the second floor by Susie, while Musta was carried out of the palace by two members of the Winter Guard.

"What on earth are you thinking about Fred?"

"Such an approach is too inhumane. When my sister and I were studying here in the past."

Suzy laughed.

"Fred, if my sister really does that, most people will not be satisfied. There are now more than 30,000 people in Winter City, and there are only less than 2,000 townspeople, accounting for 6.6% of the townspeople. Do you think it’s possible for us to get more than half of the things in the city?”

Fred looked at his wife blankly.

"They just want to become a privileged class by relying on the past. But in such an era, it is no longer easy to survive. Only those who have the ability can survive, and those who don't have the ability to rely on the past will just try to survive. People who want to survive as a privileged class have no value. Even if they don't work, those young construction team members will gradually build up the city."

Fred did not refute his wife's words, because he also vaguely felt that the townspeople in the past were still complaining about some things in the past, but it was the new ones who worked hard every day.

There will be more and more people in this city, and people will come here one after another every day. In just eight months, the original town has expanded a lot, and the original fields have also doubled. Last month Here, the harvested crop yields can fully supply more than 30,000 people, and food production capacity continues to increase effectively and rapidly.

Fred's work technology department is now busy producing some agricultural machinery and equipment every day. Because of his sister's very reasonable allocation, the efficiency and quality of work in the farmland are astonishingly high.

The same is true for urban construction and education. Some teenage children can already join in the labor while studying, and they are also practicing in the process of learning.

Fred also felt that since last Christmas, most people in the city were very sympathetic to his sister's management and rule, and people in the entire city were getting closer and closer.

Today Fred plans to go to the delivery room of the technical department to check on the status of the more than 30 newly hired technicians. Although Fred is now managing the public life area, it is actually Susie who is doing all the work every day. As a co-ordinator, she did a great job.

It's just that now Fred feels some sympathy for the people in the town. Many of them are already middle-aged, but they still have to participate in such high-intensity work every day.

"Fred, everything has started again. Everyone is on a new starting line. Everything now determines everything in the future, not everything in the past can determine the present."

"Um!"

Fred didn't know what to say and felt like he couldn't do anything.

"Let's wait for the Winter Currency to be released."

Susie said, and Fred was a little surprised.

"Currency? Don't be kidding me. In this era, currency is issued."

"The era of collective work and joint output will come to an end at some point. This is a problem that no one can avoid. In the initial stage of construction, joint efforts can produce output, but once the construction output is stable, We have to enter the currency age, and my sister should already be thinking about this issue."

Fred swallowed. He could feel that once the currency was actually issued and the city was officially established, the situation would be even more cruel.

Everything now is just the accumulation of primitive capital. Now because most people are afraid of going hungry, they can rely on food to continuously squeeze everyone's labor force. But when food begins to become saturated and many people have enough to eat, what can be done further? Squeeze everyone's labor force, so that everyone can only continue to work hard and never stop. There is only such thing as currency.

“This is a city after all!”

Fred lowered his head. Although he had never thought about these things before, it was inevitable that Winter City would eventually reach the stage of currency.

11:01 am

Musta returned to the square that was still under construction. His dejected appearance made many people feel that something was wrong. Most of them gathered together. Musta repeated what Verla said with difficulty. For a moment, most people were angry. He started cursing loudly.

The noise became louder and louder. After a while, dozens of Winter Guards came over with weapons in hand and asked them not to make any noise. But immediately the people at the construction site became even more angry and gathered together. , and began to confront the Winter Guards.

In a short time, Gerry brought hundreds of people from the Winter Guard around. He looked at the excited people and probably understood from their words why they suddenly gathered.

Many people who had finished their work also came back. They were just watching. Most of them were outsiders. They all knew what the people in the original town were doing and wanted to get their land and houses back, but The Queen rejected all their demands.

This approach allowed many outsiders to quickly integrate into the society of Winter City and work hard, because everyone knows that in the early days of the city's establishment, if you want to live a better life in the future, you have to work hard. .

A few minutes later, Virla came over with more Winter Guards. The scene got a little out of control for a while, and some people cursed the dictator.

Verla looked at the angry townspeople in front of him quietly, and then took the megaphone from Gerry's hand.

"Stop your stupid behavior immediately. If you continue to make trouble, you will be sent to the mines."

Vierla's threats did not have any effect, but instead angered the townspeople. The excited crowd kept moving towards Vierla, and many members of the Winter Guard raised their weapons.

boom

The gun rang out, and the angry shouts suddenly stopped. Verla held the gun in her hand, pointed it at the sky and pulled the trigger.

"No second time!"

This time Vila's voice became more shocking.

"We just want to get back what belongs to us. Why should we give our things to these outsiders?"

Someone in the crowd shouted, and many people immediately shouted in agreement.

"Then you go build a time machine, go back to the peaceful era, and go back to the era when you lived leisurely every day. Or if you are so dissatisfied, I can return your things to you, but from now on, your life and death will have nothing to do with it. Winter City has nothing to do with it.”

Someone immediately stood up and asked Vierla to return his house to him, and Vierla immediately ordered.

"Gerry, take someone with you to confirm his property and land documents, and return him every cent of the area. From now on, his life and death has nothing to do with Winter City. This matter will be left to you to handle."

More and more people spoke, and Verla turned around and started walking with the people. Gerry immediately nodded. This was a plan that Verla had made in detail a few days ago.

Recently, the original townspeople were becoming more and more violent, and then Gerry directly took out the signature confirmation form for leaving Winter City that Vila had drawn up before.

Musta wanted to persuade some people, but it seemed that it was too late. More and more townspeople began to come to Gerry's side, demanding to take back their houses.

Gerry pulled up the information of the residents in the former executive building and asked most people who wanted to leave Winter City to line up and check. As long as they signed the contract, they could get their houses and their own land back.

Some people quickly signed the contract and immediately ran towards their land happily. Musta also followed, and he became a little worried.

Sure enough, when we first arrived at the farmland that used to belong to these people, some of the crops that had been planted were dug up.

"What are you doing?"

A person shouted immediately, but immediately the member of the Winter Guard next to him spoke.

"This is a crop that belongs to our Winter City, of course we have to take it away."

Someone began to measure the area, and Musta knew clearly that these people were dead.

In the end, hundreds of people lived back in their houses. However, some people soon regretted it and wanted to go back on their word. However, Gerry took out the signed contract and did not agree to their request, indicating that they were no longer from Winterfell. Citizens can only move in their own private land. If they dare to cause problems on the land of Winter City, they will be regarded as invaders and executed directly.

12 noon

At many food distribution points, those who signed the contract were still in the queue, but they were quickly taken out of the queue by the quarantine officers and sent directly back to their houses.

Musta looked at the people who were yelling and cursing, and they were glaring at him, but he said nothing. He was a little scared at this time, and it was not until he received the food that he felt more at ease.

"Does it need to go to this extent?"

Musta had just taken a bite of food when he saw the Winter Guards directly cutting off the water and electricity to a house. Several people in the house were standing by the door in despair, looking at what was happening in front of them, and they were resentful. Looking at himself, Musta was holding the food in his hand, his hands trembling slightly.

The fate of these people is already obvious. Vila will not show mercy. They will starve to death in the house.

At this time, the people watching and eating began to laugh, and Redes was among them. He saw the helpless Musta, and then slowly leaned over.

"I shouldn't have told you, Musta."

Musta looked at Redes angrily, and Redes took a sip of soup, then smiled and held Musta's hand.

"Follow me, just hide this anger in your heart."

Musta looked at Redes suspiciously.

"I know you are unwilling and you don't trust me, but all I want to say is that I want to tear down some things. There is no chance now, but in the next few years, we will wait for this city If we build it up, there will definitely be opportunities.”