Kidnapping All Mankind

"As you see ..." Angus spread his hands. "I'm not prepared."

"Why?" Arles was even stranger.

"Why? I don't have time to prepare ... Have you forgotten? Yesterday, when you went to prepare ..." Speaking of this, Angus smiled on his face: "I'll accompany Lord Los to see the place. "

"Really?" Arles looked at his companion suspiciously. "Then you didn't do anything?"

"Hmm ..." Angus motioned to his empty hands again.

"Really ..." Hesitating for a few seconds, Arles shook his head suddenly, "I don't believe it."

"Oh!" This time it became strange to Angus: "Why?"

"Because you are a clever man who is known throughout Fort Ackford, and I, for so many years, has been your neat neighbour."

Speaking, Arles moved closer to the clever man: "What did Lord Los say?"

"Nothing was said."

"So what did you guess?"

"Nothing!" Angus shook his head hard. "Nothing, I'm just too tired, and you think too much."

"Really? Uh ..." Arles showed a reminiscence expression: "Uh ... you just stared at the arrow tree ... Arrow tree ... Arrow tree ... Ah! I know! Master Los It seems to have said that this group of serfs will live in the land in the future. Are you going to bury a pick by the river? "

"No!" Angus shook his head. "I just think that the arrow tree is growing well. Maybe I can ask Lord Rose to allow me to cut two to make a few baskets."

"When you get here, a **** is covered with rattan, and you have watched it for a long time ... Rattan ... Rattan ... Well, are you going to set up a slacker rack for Lord Rose?"

"No!" Angus shook his head again: "I think it's a rope to tie the livestock!"

"Pointer! Shelves!" Arles said with no regard for Angus' explanation, "What a great idea! Compared to this ..." Waving the stick in his hand, Arles looked at Angus's His eyes were full of admiration for the clever man: "In a moment, Master Los can let us know how much we care about him!"

"Really not!" Angus shook his head again: "Arles, you think too much ... don't say that."

"Huh? Oh ... oh!" Arles hurriedly lowered his voice. "Yes, this is a rare idea, but you can't let others steal it for nothing."

"Stolen? Oh!" Angus couldn't help crying. "What the **** are you thinking ..."

While the two were talking, the other companions were not idle. Pointing at the serfs who had just been driven out of the tent by the companions, Angus continued, "I am not worried about 'stolen'. Bad poor people. "

This time, Angus thought too much.

Poor people are not so frightened.

More precisely, some serfs even showed peace of mind when they saw this large group of police officers and the wooden sticks in their hands.

"It seems that it should be these guys who came with us to guard us ... Well, in this case, we will have a good time before the fall," said an older serf.

"Are you doing well?" This is a relatively young serf.

"Did you see the stick in their hands?"

"Seeing ..." The younger serf nodded, his face full of fear: "More than the police stick in our village!"

"Big stick, big stick of the new police officer ..." The older serf smiled: "... it really looks scary, but the bigger the stick is, the better ..." Then, the older serf put his mouth together To the young serf: "The bigger the stick, the more strength you need, and the greater the area where you are beaten ... by then you will know that it is definitely not as painful as the original stick in your village."

"Oh?"

"Also, do you see the thorns over there?" The old serf again said.

"See, it's terrible."

"This must be the stuff made by these new police officers ..." The old serf commented: "There are too many thorns on the top. If it is a sophisticated police officer, the surface thorns will definitely be worn away, leaving the following Minor. That way ... "The elderly serf fought a cold war:" Talent can't fight bad people, and it's terribly painful. "

As the two spoke, the police officers announced that from this day on, serfs would have to work in the field.

"Ah? It's finally time to start working!" The older serf was excited.

"Yeah ..." Next, another serf of the same age was also very happy: "I just had to walk around with my stuff for a few days. I didn't even do anything yesterday. I lay down for a day, It's really worrying. "

"Isn't it good not to work?" The young serf was puzzled.

"Of course it's good to not work, but ..." said the older serf, "Every day we need it, so we have a bite of food every day."

"A big mouth! And it's slim." The serf next to him corrected.

"Salt with salt! Today's slurry with salt!" Just a little further, a serf who had already been given a voice shouted. ——After arriving at the village of Akeli, Wu Qingchen sent a wooden bowl to each serf. ——The first personal belongings of these serfs.

"Ah!" "Master!" "Really?" Regardless of the differences between the old and the new police officers, the serfs who had been tightly crowded approached the wooden barrels again.

————————

After an hour.

The village of Aikeli is northeast, and Wu Qingchen's land has just been divided.

When the three students of Rev. Praia, Wu Qingchen, and Wu Qingchen arrived, two large groups of serfs were already standing next to Wu Qingchen's land, which had just been divided.

On the left are the new serfs brought by the new police officers; on the right are the original serfs brought by Antoine, Abbeville.

"Is this a serf?"

"Is this really a serf?"

"York and Harry, are they all true?"

If you just look at your physical condition, the captured serfs and the serfs transferred by the parish are totally unbelievable. The body next to them is slightly thin, but they can often be full, and their faces are slightly pale, but they must also The guys who can basically sleep are actually serfs; however, looking at the imprints on the feet of these guys and the scars on their bodies, the serfs had to be surprised to confirm that this group was indeed—or in other words, indeed, the same as themselves identity of.

"Andre ..." The crowd stood still, Wu Qingchen greeted, "Is that all right?"

"Okay, Brother Los."

"Let's get started."

"Okay." Andre nodded, and immediately looked back at the serfs around him: "Lu Sien, you start here, you know?"

"Okay, sir!" The named serf nodded strongly.

"Hmm ..." Stepping forward on both sides, Andre looked at the other serf: "Jias, you are here."

"Okay, sir." Jayce nodded.

"Kyle? You are here."

"Yes." Kyle nodded.

"Corey……"

"Okay, sir!" Corey bowed.

...

In this way, about five minutes, the serfs brought by Andrei stood at their assigned positions.

After finishing the arrangement, Andrei took out a mass of dirt from the plot, and then picked up a relatively straight branch and started to work.

"Do you know what André is doing?" Wu Qingchen said at this time.

"Sundial." The three students answered together.

"Yes." Wu Qingchen nodded. "You also make one."

"Okay, teacher."

The three of them bowed together, walked beside Andrea, and began to play mud ... 巴, making simple sundial.

A few minutes later, Andrea and others made the sundial.

Next, use the "labor potential exploration" method that Andrea demonstrated to Wu before leaving Qingli Village (chapters 122-129) ...

The original serfs quickly completed the "post determination", "best individual award", "competitive employment", "kind of leadership", "team spirit", "vision outlook", "" competition mechanism "," timing mixing "," Anonymous complaints "," bonus incentives ", and more.

In addition, due to the increase in status and prestige, Wu Qingchen also introduced “leadership responsibilities” and “project bonuses” for police officers at the appropriate time. ——The performance of the responsible police department of the relevant police station determines whether they are reprimanded or receive multiples of beans relative to the serfs.

"Beans! Servants can eat beans!"

"What a serf! Look at the beans assigned by the police, three bowls ... master! Four bowls of beans!"

"Master! Angus, did you see it? That's how Akeli works ..."

After finishing a round of work, looking at the "bonus" harvested by the serfs and police officers, Arles stared at his eyes, his face shocked.

"what!"

However, when Arles looked back, he knew that he was shocked too early:

Next to him, Angus had his empty hands, and when he didn't know, he had an additional hand rake for weeding.

Holding this handle, which is suitable for today's busy work, Angus was staring at the old police officer and the bean barrels surrounded by the old serfs. The other few were obviously for their new police officer. Wooden barrels of beans prepared by serfs.

The fastest update of error-free novel reading, please visit this collection to read the latest novel!