This Game is Too Real

  Chapter 716 Achieved only in the world where the empire was injured

  Xilan Empire, Tiandu Imperial Palace.

  Wu Tuo is feeling a little depressed these days.

  The alliance opened its mouth in the ceasefire negotiations, asking the empire to withdraw the governor of King Gallon Port and a group of noble bureaucrats appointed by Tiandu.

   Not only that, they also demanded that after the ceasefire agreement goes into effect, the control of King Galleon Port will be handed over to local survivors until the risk of looters in the area is completely removed.

  Honestly speaking, he can make appropriate concessions on tariffs and compensation, but he can’t agree to these two alone.

   Especially the latter.

   This is even more uncomfortable for him than the alliance directly removing this piece of land from his territory.

   After all, this means that for the first time in the territory of the Xilan Empire, there will be a piece of land that the royal authority cannot shine. This will not only shake the authority of the royal family, but even the legitimacy of his rule will be questioned by the nobles and citizens.

  Wutuo can only hope that the embargo imposed on the entire Jin Gallon Port by the 300,000 troops on the border can crush the fragile economy of this settlement.

  If it becomes a scorched earth that breeds famine, plague and even death, maybe the Alliance will discard that tasteless piece of chicken rib.

  He listened to the people on the front line.

  The people of the alliance are paying their own money to transport the corn purchased from Silver Moon Bay to Jin Gallon Port one by one.

  Following this trend, one of the red soil in the suburbs of Port King Gallon and the pockets of the league will always be emptied first.

   He took a bite of the grape that the beauty brought to his lips, and just as Wu Tuo was about to take a nap with his eyes closed, hurried footsteps came from outside the hall.

  A deacon stepped into the hall and knelt under the steps.

   "Your Majesty, Chief Hu Yewan has arrived."

   Wu Tuo, who was lying on the beauty's lap, sat up in surprise, pushed away the beauty and the fruit plate around her, and stood up with a beard.

   "Is he coming to heaven?"

  The deacon who was kneeling under the stairs had a slightly embarrassed expression, but he still spoke hastily.

   "For the time being...not yet, after he disembarked at Xifan Port, he summoned the nobles in the vicinity of Xifan City."

  Wu Tuo was taken aback for a moment, feeling something was wrong in his heart, but there was still a gratified smile on his face.

   "Not bad, he is a practical guy."

  The deacon's forehead was on the ground, his face was bitter but he didn't dare to say much.

  Who in the whole court doesn't know that the Willante is His Majesty's guest, so how dare anyone say something bad about the Willante.

Especially in recent days, the negotiations between the Duke of Galava and the Alliance are at a critical juncture. His Majesty needs the power of the Legion to deter the Alliance and the companies behind the Alliance. It was the officers of Willant who slapped the Japanese on the street. Whoever sleeps with a girl from a noble family is applauding the eternal friendship between the legion and the empire.

   "Where's General McCollen?" Wu Tuo asked.

  The deacon spoke softly.

   "He went to Xifan Port by car yesterday."

  Wu Tuo frowned.

   "Is Aaron always there?"

  The deacon said profusely in sweat.

   “…he went with General McClane.”

  Wu Tuo remained silent, and paused in front of the bench for a long time, frowning as if thinking, but stretched his brows and sat back after a while.

"Send me a telegram, saying that General Lao has been bothering about the affairs of our empire. In addition, there will be a selection and assessment of court generals in a week. I heard that the general is very interested in the war games of our empire. If the general is not busy, You can come to my palace to observe."

   Probably means that.

   As for how to formulate the wording in the telegram, the people below will naturally figure it out.

   Seeing that His Majesty did not take his anger out on him, the deacon finally heaved a sigh of relief and grabbed his head.

   "Obey!"

  …

  At the same time, in front of the wharf of Xifan Port, horse-drawn carriages with extraordinary decorations crowded the dirt road which was not spacious at all.

  A group of people dressed in luxurious costumes stood in the open space in front of the pier, looking at the group of tall and burly Willant soldiers around them with a little anxiety.

I don't know what kind of ecstasy these big noses gave their Majesty, so that His Majesty directly allocated Xifan Port to the Legion with a wave of his hand, and warned the nobles in the entire Naxit State to do their best for all requests from the Legion. Cooperate, otherwise it is equivalent to betraying the empire.

  Although this is still His Majesty's territory in name, it has actually become the territory of the Willant people. They not only drove away the original governor, but even sent a new "governor" here.

   Standing on the bow of the ship, Hu Ye looked down at the ants on the pier. Rather than saying that his contemptuous eyes were contempt and ridicule, it would be better to say that he did not regard these guys as human beings.

   A group of guys who don't even care about their own compatriots are not worthy of the respect of the Willant people. Even if they are dressed in brocade silk, they are just a few dogs leading the herd.

  Not letting go of this opportunity to show off his might, he cleared his throat, raised his volume, and said loudly.

"Listen, no matter who your allegiances were before, I'm the one riding on top of you now, I'm your master, and the rules here have to be as I say. If you have any objections, it's best to raise them as soon as possible. Don't waste all of our time."

  Looking at the commotion and disbelief of the crowd, Hu Ye waited quietly for half a minute. Seeing that no one spoke, he continued.

   "I want you to pick a group of able-bodied people from your own manor for me... Let's do this, at least one male slave from each household."

   As soon as the voice fell, the crowd on the pier was in an uproar. The nobles who had dared not fart before were now excited like dogs whose tails were stepped on.

  Hu Ye wondered if his request was too much, and Aaron, who was standing aside, coughed lightly.

   "General, slaves here don't have families."

  Hu Ye froze for a moment, then looked at him in surprise.

"What's the meaning?"

   Aaron said patiently.

"It literally means that you can understand them as a kind of weeds that grow from red soil. Plants don't have the concept of kinship... Even if those weeds know who their parents are, there will not be too many nobles who raise them Ask."

   "Then how do they know who was born by whom?" Hu Ye couldn't help asking, "They have to count how many people they have?"

"It's all born by mother, so what does it matter who gave birth?" Aaron shrugged, "They will count the heads every year, maybe two or three years, anyway, as long as the number of people working does not change much. Someone cares. If there are too many people, they will sell a little to save money, as for less... that situation does not seem to have happened yet."

  Hu Ye pinched the space between his brows, as if he was having a headache from this unexpected situation.

  McLen folded his arms and looked at this guy with interest, wondering how these civil servants would deal with this problem.

  In the Falcon Kingdom, General Klass’ approach was to abolish the slaves of his own people, and established a military aristocratic system linked to military merit for the locals, encouraging them to go outside to plunder land and slaves. General Griffin used the freedmen released by the former to build a corps-style industrial center for the locals, ensuring the logistics of the expeditionary force in the Far East.

  Completing these tasks requires a strong army and executive power, and the civil servants in Triumph City happen to be a group of "weak and incompetent" guys.

   Sure enough, the governor thought for a moment, and finally came up with a compromise solution, cleared his throat and yelled at the group of native nobles.

"Quiet!"

  The explosion of the loudspeaker stunned the audience, and the people crowded on the pier fell silent.

   After a short pause, Hu Ye slowly continued.

   "Your management method is too inefficient, this is good, let's change it... You provide me with slaves on a regular basis, and we pay you by the head, and we pay you 50 dinars for each head for a full month."

  As soon as his voice fell, the atmosphere on the port boiled instantly.

  The faces that were originally terrified were suddenly filled with joy, as if they wanted to take out all the money in their pockets immediately.

   "No problem my lord!"

   "I, I have more than a thousand heads in my house! I can move them here tomorrow!"

   "Does everyone give this much? Or just men?"

  50 a month, 600 dinars after a year of work!

  In the Xilan Empire, even the smallest noble has hundreds of people in his hands, and some big nobles even have tens of thousands of people in their manors and plantations!

  The four seasons of the year are not always the time when farming is busy, and when there is no work, most of those people are idle on the land in a daze.

   At this time, if they are driven into the factory of the Weilante people, at least tens of thousands or even millions of extra money can be earned for them a year!

   This is even higher than the output of their plantations!

  Some people have even begun to think about how to turn those tenants who rented land into slaves by increasing land rent or other methods.

  Or find a way to make them sell their sons and daughters.

"Quiet! Quiet!" Hu Ye yelled twice in succession before shutting up the chattering crows, and then continued to shout loudly, "When we need to recruit people, we will put the recruitment requirements in the Post it here, if you don't want to miss it, arrange your servants to watch it here. Now, go back and count how many people are in your family, how old are you, male or female, I don't want to wait until the time comes. Old man with a cane!"

  After finishing what should be said, Hu Ye asked the soldiers to drive away the nobles blocking the pier, and at the same time asked people to arrange work for the laborers assigned to them by His Majesty.

  Actually, if it is only to produce some light industrial products needed by Triumph City, there is no need to mobilize the slaves in those plantations, just the guys living in these shacks in Xifan Port are enough.

  However, Hu Ye has his own plans and arrangements for the future of this "treaty port".

  He is not only satisfied with making a small amount of money by exporting clothes and canned food, he also wants to help the civil servant group behind him and everyone in Triumph City earn more.

  They, who have no military power, can only use this method to increase their influence in the legion.

  “…The Alliance produces steel and cement in Port Gumgallon, we also produce those things, and more than they produce.”

   McCllen asked casually.

   "What is it used for?"

  Hu Ye said with a smile.

   "Opening mines, building roads, there is always something useful, if you can't run out, you can sell it to the emperor here."

  McLen shrugged noncommittally. He didn't know much about business, but he always felt that the emperor who lived in the "Flying Palace" should not be needed.

  Aaron coughed lightly and reminded him.

   "Dear general, I have to remind you that Mr. Wu Tuo is only interested in guns. We only need to sell them some guns."

  What he said was actually very cryptic.

  The steel and cement needed to build a factory in Xifan Port can be shipped from the port on the west coast of Central Continent, just like those production equipment.

   If you build a steel plant and a cement plant here, there is a high probability that the steel and cement produced will be unsalable. The locals had enough shanties already that there was no need to replace barns with steel and concrete before the docile cattle complained.

   But it is obvious that Governor Huye has his own ideas.

   "How much money can guns make? Besides, they will have a ceasefire with the alliance soon, and the arms business cannot continue for a long time."

  Aaron made a helpless expression and gave up persuading this guy.

  Anyway, their labor costs are close to none, and the production of those things wastes a little resources at most, and it is unlikely that they will lose money.

  Macron took up the topic and asked.

   "I just don't understand one thing... no offense, since you don't have the skills to rob them directly, why don't you just buy those slaves?"

  Hu Ye laughed.

"That's too inefficient, and won't we become our own slaves if we buy it? 8 square meters, three meals a day, and a healthy life to the age of fifty... I even have to provide for this group of low-class people. Why not let the nobles here clean them up, and 50 dinars per month will be regarded as management fees."

   If he didn't work hard, he would send the man back. Seeing the fate of the man who was sent back, the other slaves would naturally work hard!

   McCllen looked at the guy in surprise.

  Of course he is not ignorant of the "Eight Square Meters" law formulated by the Marshal himself.

   But actually someone actually executed that thing outside Triumph City?

   Didn't care about the surprise on McLenne's face, Hu Ye smiled and continued.

"Of course, in addition to relying on those nobles to manage them, I will give them a little bit of money to live and encourage them to work harder while working hard. For example, I will send them a monthly bonus and put it in their account Now, when you have collected a thousand dinars, you will use this money to redeem them."

  If you can work for two years, you can be regarded as a skilled worker, and it is not appropriate to put it back on the plantation.

  However, Aaron shook his head and said.

   "A slave who can earn 600 dinars a year, those nobles will not sell you for 1,000 dinars."

   "Then write it into the contract, or give them a little more," Hu Ye said nonchalantly, "This is not a negotiation, this is an order."

   "What about after the redemption?" McLennan looked at him and continued, "They are free citizens now, and there are no nobles to manage them for you."

"It's a free citizen who has passed the vocational skill screening and has no land," Hu Ye corrected his inaccurate statement, and continued with a smile, "Do you think I gave them freedom? There is no such good thing, They just went from one cage to another."

"There is no place for them to drive screws in the plantation. They will only be more inseparable from us if they have nowhere to go. They can only work harder than those slaves... and we only need to give them a little A living wage is enough."

  It wasn't until this time that Aaron showed a thoughtful expression on his face, and he finally understood why the big shots in Triumph City sent this gentleman here.

   McCllen looked at the guy equally astonished, almost changing his initial stereotype.

   This guy is a talent.

   Just when McLennan was surprised, the governor suddenly turned around, walked up to him with a smile on his face, and patted his arm.

"General McLenne, you are the only officer here who graduated from an orthodox military academy, unlike those of us who have military ranks but have never been on the battlefield, and the most important thing is that you have fought against people from the alliance. …No offense meant, I know there was a little mishap in that fight, but that's not your problem."

  McLen's brows twitched unconsciously, and he squeezed out a word with a sullen face.

"Any questions?"

  Seeing the change in his expression, Hu Ye quickly explained with a smile.

"No! You are the talent we need most at this moment. I would like to trouble you to help our friends train some officers who are a little bit like that. After all, you know...we are completely amateurs in this field, and our friends are only Just learned to shoot."

  Hearing this self-effacing statement, McClenn finally stretched his brows a little bit, but still couldn't help laughing.

   "Do you finally remember what I do?"

  He has been bored here for almost two months, watching the group of pigs playing with sand in the palace all day long, he might as well learn to swim if he has the time.

  But it was too late to think of him after losing the battle.

  Hearing this sentence, Hu Ye was slightly taken aback, then said with a smile.

"You...may have misunderstood something, General McLenne, we have never neglected your meaning, you have always been the most important part of our plan. In fact, from the moment you stood on this land, you have been It is already playing a very important role. And I am able to stand here, in fact, it is thanks to your contribution... Regarding this matter, I have to thank you."

   As he spoke, the flamboyant man put his right hand on his chest and bowed slightly.

  Macron looked astonished, and suddenly felt a sense of being kept in the dark, and quickly looked at the adjutant Aaron beside him.

  However, he saw that the latter nodded slightly.

   "As Mr. Governor said... If we don't show a little closer to the empire, they won't be 'happy' and take the initiative to 'teach' the alliance in order to please us."

   After a pause, Aaron continued.

"As for the defeat of the Gray Wolf Army, it was completely within our expectations, but the speed of their defeat was indeed a little bit beyond our expectations... We didn't expect that Wu Tuo would be so stupid as to send a prince to the front to supervise the battle, and even more so Unexpectedly, that prince directly took away the command of General Aryan, and more than 10,000 people were captured."

   "But the result is the same," Governor Huye said with a smile after taking over Aaron's words, "I still got the part we wanted."

  McLen squinted his eyes, staring at the guys who took advantage of him, his heart burst into anger, but he wanted to lose his temper but couldn't find a reason to lose his temper.

   As they say, the end result is good.

  For the benefit of the legion, they formulated a strategy and achieved the expected result at a very small cost...

  I should be happy about this.

  However, he couldn't be happy at the moment.

   "... No wonder the commander of the Saren Army doesn't like you." McLennan snorted with a half-smile.

  Hu Ye had a troubled expression on his face, and said with a little regret.

"Really? But I am still very grateful to him for laying a vast territory for our legion, and planting our flag in Luoxia Province east of the Great Desert... If you have a chance, please convey my gratitude to him for me." respect."

   "I will," McClenn gave Hu Ye a meaningful look, then continued after a pause, "Also, I hope this is the last time."

  Looking at McClen who turned around and walked towards the cabin, Hu Ye readily nodded in agreement.

   "I assure you."

  …

   On the other side, the distant King Gallon Port.

   It took a full month. Under the supervision of Chief Bihari, the police station in the entire settlement finally completed the registration of the identity information of all residents in the jurisdiction.

   And the result of the final registration also surprised Fang Chang.

  If you count the newborns who have not yet learned to speak and the half-dead lying on the bed, the actual population of this settlement has reached a staggering 1.7 million!

   He was surprised when he heard that there were a million people living here, but he didn't expect that the actual population here was only a lot more than the word of mouth!

   "I originally thought that there would be a lot of 900,000 people in this settlement with no industrial foundation at all. I didn't expect the actual population to be nearly 70% higher than the estimated estimate..."

   Squeezing the sore brows, Fang Chang stared at the dusty construction site outside the window, thinking to himself.

   "Is it red clay?"

  He suddenly thought of Ms. Han's research.

  When studying the civilization ecology of various settlements on the wasteland, the technology left behind by the era of prosperity is undoubtedly a variable that cannot be ignored.

For example, although the Baiyue province is sparsely populated and there seems to be nothing left from the era of prosperity, there is "ecological pollution" of singularity-level technology there, which makes it almost impossible to carry out industrialization at low cost. forced to migrate to sea.

  In Borneo Province, although the red clay is not a particularly brilliant technology, and its birth is largely accidental, it is actually a variable that is "easiest to ignore, but the least to be ignored" in this land!

  It is like a natural nutritional cream.

Although it is not like the nutrient paste developed by Boulder City, which can be eaten for 365 meals a year, even if this thing can replace 50% of the food source, it will have an impact on the local ecosystem and social form that cannot be ignored .

Many survivors who could not have survived in other places on the wasteland not only survived in this land, but also quickly eliminated those first-generation survivors who could not adapt to the wasteland era with incredible environmental adaptability. A unique survivor civilization ecology has been established.

   And the red soil born in the Lowell camp is not only a blessing left to them by their ancestors, but also a curse...

  At this time, there was a light knock on the door.

   Putting the research report in his hand into the drawer, Fang Chang looked towards the door and cleared his throat.

   "Come in."

  The door opened, and a young guy hurried in from outside the office with a stack of thick documents in his arms.

  He has a thin figure, prominent cheekbones, and deep eye bags on his face, but his bright eyes are piercing, giving people a feeling of vitality.

  His name is Yodu, he is one of the 200 newly recruited civil servants of the city hall, and he is also one of the few Snake people who passed the literacy test.

  According to his own statement, he used to work as a casual worker in the port, because he often dealt with merchants and sailors in Silver Moon Bay, and learned some words by helping them run errands and lead the way.

   Literate snake people are rare, especially self-taught ones. Fang Chang immediately transferred this young man from the city hall to the governor's office as the governor's secretary, as a key talent training.

   And this guy did not live up to his expectations. He was not only diligent but also careful in doing things. Both Laxi and Bihari communicated quite well.

  Fang Chang was also discovered recently.

   These guys who were originally bound by "factors other than talent" at the bottom of society, after being liberated, their enthusiasm for life and work radiates far beyond those guys who had a good life during the time of Governor Nihak.

"...Dear sir, the household registration statistics work has been basically completed, including the port area and various urban areas with complicated situations. I have sorted out the data for you. As for the establishment of individual files for each resident, I am afraid it will take some time to complete .”

"Furthermore, according to my personal observation, all the security bureaus, except the port branch, are extremely unfamiliar with the business of their respective jurisdictions. Although this is not their problem at all, there will inevitably be omissions in the statistical work of survivors in the slums. I'm afraid a second screening would have been required before."

  Looking at the pile of documents on the desk, Fang Chang nodded approvingly.

   "Good job, I understand the situation, but it is enough to do this for the time being. After that, I will let Chief Bihari produce identity documents based on these rosters... By the way, why don't you inform him for me."

"I am happy to serve you, sir." Jodu nodded slightly, and continued after a short pause, "In addition, I have already sent someone to inquire about the refugees along the Yongliu River that you mentioned earlier. According to those refugees According to their own words, they were originally residents living on the upper reaches of the Yongliu River, and the imperial army drove them out of the village where they lived, and violently robbed them of their food and livestock."

   Fang Chang frowned slightly.

   "Which side of the ceasefire line do they live?"

"On the other side of the empire, outside our actual control area," Yodu said seriously, "If they are allowed to pour into the port, it may have an impact on our hard-won stable order, but if they are left alone, they will eventually No way, unless we completely close the shadow port of the Yongliu River, those people will always have a way to swim over."

  Fang Chang looked at him with interest.

  Intuition told him that this guy already had an idea.

   "So what's your suggestion?"

   As expected, Yodu who was standing in front of his desk continued to speak respectfully.

"I've already discussed with the people in the city hall, and they agreed to allocate some budget to build a shelter next to the prisoner-of-war camp in the suburbs to provide temporary housing for the refugees who fled from the empire to the King Gallon Port, but this requires you approval."

   It seemed that he was worried that Fang Zhang would not agree, so Yodu hurriedly continued.

"The threat of famine in King Gallon Port has passed. We only need to pay some inexpensive food to keep them outside the colony, waiting for our resettlement. We can also help us build roads and bridges. It’s not a bad thing to take in those refugees, the Yongliu River has helped us get rid of some people, and those who can swim to King Gallon Harbor are all strong and strong young men.”

   "After the ceasefire agreement takes effect, we can directly merge the prisoner-of-war camp into a part of the shelter, merge the two into a new urban area, and gradually digest this part of the population by relying on the industry expanding from the settlement to the suburbs."

  Fang Chang looked at the young man standing in front of the desk in a little surprise, or to be more precise, he was full of surprises.

   It's like drawing an SSSR card.

   Good guy.

   Good job.

  It is not difficult to come up with an idea, but it takes a little brains to think about what to do first and how to do it later.

   But to be able to arrange things in an orderly manner and simplify the work that the leader needs to do to the point where he only needs to sign a hand, it is a talent for this guy to be a secretary.

   But surprises are surprises, whether you really have the ability depends on how things are done.

  Did not express the thoughts in his heart on his face, Fang Chang just nodded briefly.

   "I am very satisfied with your plan, so I will do as you said. I will greet the city hall and the militia and let them cooperate with you within their ability."

  Jodu was overjoyed when he heard the words, and nodded knowingly.

   "Please rest assured and leave it to me, sir, I will definitely not let you down."

  Hearing the words "cooperate within the scope of his ability", he already had a rough idea of ​​what to do about this matter.

  Just as he was about to bow and leave, he suddenly remembered something, stopped and said.

   "By the way, there is one more thing. Although you may have heard it, just in case, I think I should report it to you..."

  Fang Chang leaned back on the chair, picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip.

"you say."

"About Xifan Port on the west coast of Borneo Province," Jodu thought about his words for a moment, and continued cautiously, "I heard rumors from the port that the Legion sent a governor there a few days ago, and I guess it should arrive in the past few days. .Maybe this is not something I should be concerned about, but at present...the Legion seems to intend to intervene in the situation in Borneo Province, which may have an unknown impact on our ceasefire negotiations with the Empire."

  The governor of the Legion?

  Fang Chang frowned slightly, but quickly stretched his brows again, and said softly.

   "Mr. Yodu, you are my secretary and a survivor of this settlement. As long as it is related to the personal safety and vital interests of the local survivors, I don't think there is anything you should not care about."

   "You say so, sir."

  Looking at Yodu who lowered his head, Fang Chang nodded slightly.

   "I have already understood the situation, you can go to the task I gave you first."

He had indeed heard about the   corps, and he even asked Captain Chen to drive the Dolphin nuclear submarine to take a look.

   Only some industrial equipment landed, and a small number of Weilante infantry and officers. Although they are worthy of vigilance, they are not worthy of their excessive attention.

  Under the background that the "cohesive state" negotiations are going on in Dawn City, it is unlikely that the legion will have a direct conflict with the alliance. At most, the Willant people will help the empire train two more gray wolf armies.

  In contrast, the growing warlord power on the border deserves his attention.

   "As ordered."

   Yodu nodded respectfully, turned and left the office, and closed the door behind him.

   Fang Chang glanced at the time on the upper right corner of the VM, and it was less than ten minutes since he entered the door and left. During these ten minutes, he not only finished the report, but also came up with a solution to the problem for himself.

   It can be seen that he has made sufficient preparations.

  It is very comfortable to get along with such a person, maybe I can get rid of the job of "acting governor" of Jin Gallon Port earlier than expected.

   "...It seems that there are no people available here, it just takes some time to find them."

  Looking at the dusty construction site outside the office window, looking at the busy workers and the foreman who led them to work, Fang Chang couldn't help but curl up a faint smile.

   In fact, the situation here is not as bad as they imagined when they first came.

   The curse brought by the red earth to the local survivors is not exactly a debuff.

Although the traits of "obedience" and even "obedience" have turned these people into natural slaves, so that a pig can be carved into a totem by them and worshiped as a **** above its head, they are not completely without opportunities to end. own wasteland.

   Just like the people outside the window who are sweating and rebuilding their homes.

  If someone is willing to point them to a more reliable path than reincarnation into the emperor's house, they are also willing to move their legs forward.

  And if someone is willing to give them a hand, or push them to take two steps forward, they might run faster than Boulder City's Boss Xia who opened the door to the new world.

  Just like the girls of the Moon tribe who are building a new home in the Baiyue Strait, their performance after landing is the best example.

  The extraordinary endurance of the environment allows them to survive the desperate situation that ordinary people can hardly bear, and the traits of obedience and obedience can be changed to another application scenario, that is, they are hardworking and hardworking.

  Natural slaves are a false proposition. No slave has ever been born.

   And thinking of the thighs on the beach in the Baiyue Strait—oh no, girls, Fang Chang suddenly realized that this "self-defense counterattack" has been going on for almost two months.

   "Time flies so fast..." He couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

   Wait for another two days, the freshwater pipeline in the southern waters will probably be completed...

  (end of this chapter)