Lord of Industrialization

Citrus Island is located in the southwest of the Kingdom of Sardinia. It is triangular in shape and covers an area of ​​about 25,000 square kilometers. It is famous for its rich production of citrus, lemons and other fruits. Nowadays, there are already land on the island to grow citrus.

There are many varieties of citrus, some have sweet juice, some have thick pulp, and their ripening times are also different. There are varieties that mature from September to November.

Now the time has come to the beginning of December 1033, and the ripe citrus in November has been picked. This kind of citrus has rich and sweet flesh, and is bright red in color. It is a good product for the production of canned fruits.

Frederick listened to the captain's talk and nodded in agreement from time to time.

He had seen these data in reports before. The main reason for the rapid expansion of citrus orchards in recent years is the emergence of canneries, beverage factories and juice powder factories, the popularization of high-efficiency fertilizers, and the smooth water transportation to the north, making the products available. new huge market.

Not only sailors who have been sailing for a long time will have problems such as gum bleeding, swelling, gingivitis, etc., even nobles in cold northern areas will get sick due to lack of vitamin intake in winter. Canned fruits, juices and juice powders from the south became their savior.

Fruits such as citrus bear fruit in three years and enter the high-yield period in five years. This year happens to be the first round of expanded citrus orchards to bear fruit. Not only is the fruit harvest abundant, but the production line imported from Weissensee has also begun to be put into use.

The captain also told Frederick that if the canned fruits and juice powder were transported to the southern continent, and then transported through the forest sea to arid areas further south, they could be sold at a high price.

The ship docked quickly. It was a small port. The captain explained that this was a private port owned by the Chamber of Commerce, and the taxes were much lower than in other places.

There were more than a dozen people who disembarked with Frederick. They all came out of the forest to work here after hearing that working in the citrus orchards here was very profitable.

A group of people set foot on a strange land full of expectations for their future life. Like Frederick, they went to a restaurant at the port for a meal under the warm hospitality of the locals. Then they were numbed by anesthesia and when they woke up, everyone looked like piglets. They were bundled up in the same naked clothes and pulled by a horse-drawn carriage to a cannery.

"The clothes are ten ori, if you want to leave, please pay back the money first!"

A muscular man was holding an ax to give induction training to the new employees. Behind him was a cow that he had just chopped into two halves easily. The new employees were squatting on the ground and shivering.

Frederick took a look at the clothes he was wearing. It was just a flour sack with three openings for his head and hands to pass through.

The Ole here and the florin of the Rhine League are gold coins of equal value. Now 1 florin can buy 1.2 tons of wheat in Wessen.

In other words, this flour bag is worth 12 tons of wheat.

Behind Frederick, there was a girl of similar age hiding there, trembling all over.

She and Frederick only met once on the boat, and neither of them knew each other's name, but she knew that if she didn't want to be ravaged to death, she would hug one thigh tightly, and this man was the strongest among them all.

Frederick looked around carefully and noticed that this muscular man and the other thugs surrounding him all had an octopus tattooed on the back of their left hand. They did not look like they were the subordinates of his wife.

Guido, the muscular brother, looked at Frederick twice and thought his muscles were not as high as his own, so he ignored him.

He waved his hand, and the thugs used fists and kicks to make them stand up, and then rushed to a place that looked like a dormitory area.

It's evening now, and it seems that work has ended. Many numb people are walking in from outside, and the same number of people are leaving, probably working the night shift.

These people are in groups of three or five, and in each group there is a relatively strong-looking person with a cloth belt tied to his arm, who looks like a leader.

As soon as the newcomers appeared, the leaders with cloth belts gathered around them.

A bald man said to Frederick and the others: "Here, the fist is the boss. Whoever I like will follow me later."

"If you follow me, you have to listen to me whether it's working, eating, drinking or sleeping!"

"When the time comes, there will be no problem with who does the work. If I get beaten, I will beat whoever it is!"

After hearing this, Frederick raised his eyebrows. This Octopus Gang is quite capable in management.

It's troublesome to manage so many people, but just divide the people into groups and manage the group leaders well. If a group cannot complete its daily work, they will only punish the group leader. When the time comes, they don't care how the group leader punishes the group members.

At this time, another group of people came back. The leader had a bruised nose and face, and it looked like he had just been beaten.

The bald man sneered and said, "Look, they didn't peel enough fruit today. Big Beard was beaten. Let's see how Big Beard deals with those people later. You guys will end up with the same outcome."

Frederick narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling that this bald man was the supporter of this octopus gang.

As soon as the group of people entered the dormitory area, the bearded man turned around and slapped a woman behind him, cursing: "It's all your fault today, I'm going to fuck you to death!"

After saying that, he started to lift his flour bag to rape the woman in public.

Frederick turned around and asked the bald man: "It makes sense to have a big fist, right?"

The bald man said: "If you have the ability, just defeat him, whether it's snatching the woman away or becoming the team leader."

Three minutes later.

The bald man lay on the ground and shouted anxiously: "I'm convinced! I'm convinced!"

He felt uncomfortable. He was just watching the fun, so why was he also beaten?

Frederick stood there without any trouble, not even breaking a sweat, and asked calmly: "Are you convinced?"

The other leaders lying on the ground hurriedly shouted: "I'm convinced, I'm convinced too!"

As for the one who was beaten first, he had already fainted.

Frederick took off the cloth strip from the man's hand and put it on his arm. The people with octopus tattoos standing at the door said nothing.

He walked up to the bald man again and asked, "Is it okay for me to find a few subordinates?"

Not just bald people, everyone else is fine.

So Frederick gathered all the women among the workers under his command, six of them, and counted as many as he could protect.

Finally Frederick kicked the bald head to get him up.

Baldhead ignored that his left eye was beaten so hard that he could barely open it, and two of his ribs seemed to be cracked. He enthusiastically took Frederick and his team members to arrange a separate dormitory, and taught him when and where to eat and when to take a shower. , where to go to the toilet, etc.

At this time, there was the sound of a bell ringing outside, and the bald man suddenly turned around to run, but gave Frederick a hesitant look.

Frederick waved his hand and said: "Go to work."

The bald man ran very fast.

Frederick glanced at his team members and said: "If you are bullied in the future, just report my name, Charles Smith."

"Now, go to dinner?"

After speaking, he took his men to the place to eat.

It's meal time now, and each person has a bowl of paste made from soy flour and oats.