Lord of Industrialization

Dennis, Branimir and Dixon were a little panicked. Bol was killed, and all eight people on the opposite side surrounded them. They could only gather together and hold on.

As the leader of the Royal Mage Group of the Rhine Alliance, Becher knew the surrounding top combat forces and stepped forward to negotiate with them after the encirclement was formed.

"You only have more than a thousand gold coins a year, why are you selling your lives?" Becher stung their hearts as soon as he came up. "Duke Wesson said, every time we kill one of you tonight, everyone will be killed." With a prize of ten thousand florins, I don’t want you to surrender yet.”

"However, Duke Wesson feels that it is not easy for everyone to reach this point, so he plans to talk to you."

"Now the situation is very clear. It is self-evident who will win in the end. You are all loyal to the Grand Duke of Franconia. Why not protect the family of the Grand Duke of Franconia and bring money while the war has not spread to the Marienberg Fortress? Go to Mrs. Franken’s natal home and stand guard for the last time.”

"Duke Wesson promises that your family and property will be protected."

War is not only about fighting and killing, but also about human nature.

At this point, the gap in the number of top-level combatants is too big and there is no way to recover. Standing on the last duty can be regarded as worthy of the boss's reputation and has not been damaged. It is not difficult to find another job after being unemployed based on one's own ability.

Dennis and the others chose dignity, and Frederick gave them dignity.

The night was peaceful, at least on the surface.

Early the next morning, in the mountains less than a hundred kilometers away from the front line, a crowing rooster woke up the sleeping mountain village.

Built from scratch by more than 300 disaster victims, Hongni Basongmu Village has grown to more than 1,000 people after ten years of development. The original wooden houses have been transformed into two- and three-story red brick buildings. The hillsides beside the village are filled with tea trees. Summer ducks with red feathers swim in the ponds dug at the foot of the mountain. The open space between the ponds and the chicken farm has been reclaimed and planted with pumpkins. In the distance are steaming wood processing plants and Korean pine food factories.

Huo Zhenplozi rode the Ami donkey he had cared for for ten years as he walked slowly out of the village and headed to the food factory to start his day's work.

Unlike before, he brought a large navy blue backpack this morning.

On the road, children walking by in groups carrying small schoolbags boarded the steam train at the village head station, preparing to go to school in Langnar City.

Two years ago, the former village chief Thomas planned to build a primary school near the village so that the children would not have to travel so far, but it was immediately rejected by the village council. Everyone felt that it was better for the children to go to the city and see the world than to stay in the ravine. It's a good life.

Thomas followed the good example, and finally found a classmate from the railway department and arranged a special train for the village to pick up the children.

It is said to be a special train, but in fact it is a flatbed truck transporting pine wood surrounded by wooden boards. Everyone sits on the floor on the train, and when it rains, it is covered with canvas.

As he approached the station, Huo Zhenplozi thought to himself that his eldest daughter would go to school next year and it would be very tiring running around. He should either buy an apartment in the city or rent a house from the old village chief.

Now Thomas is the deputy mayor of Langner City. His wife is the daughter of a wealthy businessman in the city. She owns half of the houses on one street in the city.

There is a row of newly built houses next to the square in front of the station. It belongs to the village's commercial district. On the 10th of every month, many vendors will set up stalls. Only two restaurants are open so early.

Huo Zhenplozi used to buy a few steaming cheese-filled steam breads every day, and when he arrived at the food factory, he let the night shift janitor share them.

Today he bought a few more and packed them separately. He put the backpack in his office and took the bags to the accounting office next door. At this time, the accounting girl had just finished her work all night and was checking whether there were any errors.

The accountant girl knew that her boss had the habit of giving breakfast to the workers who worked the overnight shift. She was not doing anything against her. She was already hungry after a busy night, so she ate the steamed buns with bitter tea without saying a word.

Huo Zhenplozi looked at the workers' salary list and corporate transfer form last month. The salary was about the same as last month. There was no problem with the loan to be repaid, so he signed it on the spot.

The accountant girl had already finished eating the buns and asked curiously: "Boss, why do you have to make the watch so early this month?"

Huo Zhenploz replied: "We are getting ready for a big war. I will go to the battlefield as soon as the war starts. If no one signs by then, you will not be able to get your wages. I am afraid that you will be so hungry that you will go to the duck farm to steal my ducks." "

Just as he finished speaking, a duck quacking came from outside the office.

Huo Zhenplozi asked the accounting girl to go home and rest, and took the two lists back to his office and put them away.

Hanging in this office is a portrait of Duke Wesson receiving the four members of the Hozenplotz family. It has Duke Wesson's autograph on it. Not many civilians in Wesson State have this kind of treatment.

There is a copy of Wesson Daily in a glass frame on the wall. The front page of this newspaper is "Bad lords turn good people into devils, good lords turn devils into good people." Set the date as your birthday.

Several carriages brought the summer ducks that were to be processed today. This kind of duck with red feathers comes from the cold and dark land of the north. It originally migrated to the north in the summer, and was later domesticated and introduced to Wesson a few years ago.

There is a tradition of selling bacon here. A few years ago, Huo Zhenplotz and Thomas set up this food factory together. Today, the biggest source of profit of Hongsong Food Factory is the sale of duck down and duck feathers, as well as the sale of smoked duck meat. And braised duck mixed with vegetables, and when the season comes, make fried pine nuts.

A few years ago, Huo Zhenplozi heard that the red land was suitable for growing tea trees, so he asked a businessman to buy a batch of tea saplings. The tea grown there was so bitter that it made people shiver, but it was very refreshing.

He and his wife drank a large glass of wine and stayed awake all night. Ten months later, their youngest son was born.

Nowadays, food factories add the extract of tea leaves soaked in high-purity alcohol to agar to make "spiritual pills". Take two pills to keep you from drowsiness overnight.

The extracted tea powder and pine wood chips from the lumber factory are used to smoke the duck meat, which gives the duck meat a unique aroma. The price is more expensive than other smoked ducks, and demand exceeds supply.

Huo Zhenpuloz called the factory management staff and walked around the factory, settled some matters such as purchasing consumables, and then seriously asked them: "I may be away for a while. What is there in the factory?" You should discuss the matter together. If you can't make up your mind, go to the village chief. If you can't solve the problem, go to the old village chief."

The technician in charge of tea extraction asked curiously: "Boss, is the Duke finally going to arrest you and put you in jail?"

Huo Zhenplozi said to him viciously: "If I'm captured, I'll spray you in the face with a pepper gun!"

"I heard that the front lines are already preparing to take action. Don't sleep too much at night, maybe something serious is coming."

"The Duke will definitely summon the militia when the time comes, and I will definitely go."

The expressions of several administrators around him suddenly became serious. Their boss was a congressman and had dealings with officials. He must have heard some rumors.

The technician stopped joking and asked, "Have you told the boss lady about this?"

Huo Zhenplozi said to him: "She is the village chief now, so she will naturally know that she has to ring the bell when the notice comes."

He explained the factory affairs again. In fact, there were not too many problems to deal with. He would first ensure orders from a few big customers and sell the excess to vendors in the village. This has been the way it has been over the years.

Half an hour before getting off work at noon, a rapid but rhythmic bell suddenly rang in the village.

Huo Zhenplozi was checking the newly plucked duck feathers. Without saying a word, he ran to the office, took out a navy blue uniform from his backpack, put it on, put on his backpack and rushed to the station.

The whole village suddenly became excited. Many people from the lumber mill and pine forest rushed to the village. They quickly changed into navy blue uniforms and ran to the station carrying backpacks full of luggage.

Hozhenpouloz was already ready in the square in front of the station. He took the list and ticked the corresponding name of each person who came.