This Game Is Too Realistic

Facts have proved that shouting is still useful.

For the sake of the two barbarians carrying rifles outside the corridor, the affairs officers who had been kept in captivity for many years finally took a little serious attitude.

As for the result, we have to wait for the next news.

However, Fang Chang did not put all his hopes on these insects.

They are only used temporarily because there is no one available, and there is no benefit at all except for the temporary pleasure of directly cutting them off.

Fang Chang knew very well that these guys seemed ignorant on the surface, but secretly they were inextricably linked to the grassroots.

They transfer part of their power and obligations to grassroots civil groups, allowing those civil groups to "legally" collect "fire money," "water money," and "sanitation fees," and the latter will inevitably need to share some benefits with them.

In other words, these guys are probably not just simply collecting money and not doing anything, but "collecting money twice and not doing anything"! Most of the poor people in Golden Gallen have to pay three times for the same public service - including to those civil society groups.

Under such circumstances, only those who can afford to wear clothes without eating dirt are worthy of success!

Although most settlements in the Alliance also adhere to the principle of "self-determination of survivors," they have never sold public affairs to private individuals, or even simply handed them over to violent associations. This is no longer a question of autonomy rate, but pure rot!

If the problem of one person paying three times of money is not solved, no matter what they do in Golden Gallon, people's lives here will not change much.

The first step was to rely on the only authority of the old bureaucracy and the coercive power of the militia to take back some of the rights and obligations that had been delegated to unknown places, or simply sideline some of the guys who had done a good job.

In the second step, he needs to promote some capable grassroots personnel from the citizen class with a reasonable literacy rate to gradually replace the blood that is already exuding a rancid smell, and even train a person from these people. A qualified city lord or mayor to cooperate with the future governor of Golden Gallen Port.

If the administrators plan to send the governor here.

"...The situation here is worse than we imagined. It's like an orange that's rotten from the inside. You don't know what's going on inside unless you peel it off. Sheriff Bihari is right. If we Abolish slavery here, and this settlement will be submerged in shit in just one week, but we still have to do it.”

After coming out of the governor's office, Fang Chang met up with Lao Bai, who had returned from Camp Lowell, and talked about what had just happened on the way.

Before "getting off work", he signed a recruitment order to recruit two hundred literate citizens into the city hall with a monthly salary of 2,000 gallons.

After training for a period of time, he will arrange specific departments and work for them based on the organizational framework previously discussed at the forum, and merge and reorganize the original departments from the time of Governor Nihak, and gather the old bureaucrats into one The peripheral departments were gradually dismantled and the final replacement was completed.

This organizational structure was originally intended for use at the French Fries Port, but there are too few people there now to use it at all.

Let’s take advantage of the survivors of Golden Gallon Port first.

Looking at Fang Chang who was shaking his head, Lao Bai grinned.

"Do you still remember the purpose of our coming here in the first place?" Fang Chang was stunned for a moment and then said.

"Teach the clown a lesson, and free some slaves to go back to work... What's wrong?"

"What we are doing now seems to be helping the poor. Look at your hard work," Lao Bai said with a smile, "Don't be too impatient. Some things cannot be changed in a day or two."

"I'm not in a hurry. I have nothing to be anxious about. And this can't be considered poverty alleviation. It's just a group of poor people who have no sense in exploiting them. If we want to get enough benefits from the local area, we must first make the local people rich, or at least live. You have to show off." Fang Chang sighed, pinched his eyebrows with his index finger, and said to himself, "...Literacy rate is a big problem, and literacy education must be done as soon as possible."

He previously hired a group of doctors from outside Silver Moon Bay to treat

To treat the injured prisoners, maybe they should invite some more teachers.

Looking at Fang Chang who was deep in thought, Lao Bai gave him a "whatever you say" look, smiled and patted his good brother on the shoulder.

"Let's talk about some good news. The reconnaissance team we sent to the north collected information and heard from the locals that there is a guerrilla group active in the mountainous area on the north bank of the Yongliu River. Although they have not noticed our signal yet, they should have noticed it. With what happened at Golden Gallen Port, maybe someone will come to contact us soon."

Fang Chang pondered for a moment and said.

"Keep searching, I hope there are talents we need... By the way, do you smell anything?"

While he was talking, a slight sweet smell suddenly penetrated the tip of his nose, which seemed to be drifting along the street from the direction of the pier with the sea breeze.

Weird thing.

The smell wafting from there was actually not fishy.

Looking at Fang Chang with a surprised expression on his face, Lao Bai said with a smile.

"This is the second piece of good news I have to say." "Tail and the others just arrived."

"Oh! Golden Gallon Port!"

"Although it has only been more than two months, it still feels like a long, long time has passed."

"Yes, yes! The changes are huge!" Time returned to the deck of the Rourou a few hours ago.

Tail and Rourou, who were standing on the bow of the ship with their feet on their feet, looked excitedly towards the port and pointed at the buildings there.

The wharf is still the original wharf, but the device for lifting goods has been replaced from the original wooden crane to an electrically driven metal turbine. The vehicle for transporting goods has also been replaced from an ox cart and manpower to one produced in Dawn City and Boulder City. Forklifts, pallets and light and heavy trucks.

Boxes and bundles of military supplies were piled near the port area, and militiamen with white strips on their arms replaced the Imperial soldiers patrolling the shore.

The only fly in the ointment is that it's a little more depressed than it was two months ago, and there are only a few fishing boats moored on the pier.

This may be due to the closure of the slave import and export business and the impact of the war. Cargo ships from the west coast of Borneo have almost disappeared, and the merchant ships of the Wilantes have also disappeared.

However, this also happened to free up berths for merchant ships from Silver Moon Bay.

This time the Rourou not only brought a thousand tons of shelled and dehydrated corn, but also brought an entire fleet loaded with cargo!

Previously, when he was in Silver Moon Bay, Sisi released the news through the bank under the White Bear Knights that the ceasefire agreement was about to be signed and that the empire had implemented an embargo on Golden Gallon Port. Then he instructed the president, Elder Bulma, to provide a plan for specific shipping routes and goods. A loan with extremely low interest rates.

There is no need to deliberately promote anything. With the support of information and funds, the merchants active in the port will naturally pounce on them with the goods they need here like sharks that smell the fishy smell.

Sisi, who was sitting in the cockpit, blew the whistle skillfully and said hello to his friends on the dock.

Sesame Paste at the stern of the ship is greeting the crew of Silver Moon Bay, preparing to dock and unload cargo.

With the concerted efforts of everyone, cargo ships finally docked at the port before evening. Containers filled with goods were transferred to the port with the help of crane towers, and were transported and stacked by forklifts. Container storage area.

This was originally a place where people were transferred, and it was also where the Knights of the White Bear once fought.

Since the Alliance came, the facilities here have been completely vacated, leaving only a plot of less than twenty square meters as a historical memory. As for the remaining areas, they have been transformed into warehouse areas for stacking containers to increase the port's warehouse capacity.

With the green light from the port administration, the port staff gave priority to checking the list of food-type goods, stamped the batch of goods purchased by the Jingallang Port authority on the spot and completed the delivery, paying all the payments at once.

Then a dozen more trucks drove into the container parking area.

With the efforts of a group of bare-chested workers, bags of corn and flour were thrown into the cargo boxes and headed towards several places in the city filled with golden gallons.

Drive in the direction of the construction site managed by the port authorities, Camp Rowell and the prisoner of war camp outside the city.

A total of 8,000 tons of shelled and dehydrated corn were sold at a wholesale price of 700 silver coins per ton! Nearly three thousand tons of cornmeal were also sold at a price of 900 silver coins per ton!

In Luoxia Province, especially the Lion Kingdom, which imports a large amount of fertilizers, pesticides and high-yielding seeds produced by the alliance, the production cost of one kilogram of corn is only 0.2 to 0.3 silver coins! Since the railways from Lion City and Fallen Leaf City to Petra Fortress were opened to traffic, transportation costs have been reduced to less than 50% of production costs.

Even taking into account the maritime shipping period and deducting a series of costs including crew and mercenary wages, the total cost of a ton of corn is less than 600 silver coins. And if it's your own cargo ship and personal guard, the cost can even be close to 500 silver coins!

This at least 16% return on commodity profits is enough to drive all the traders who come here to do business crazy!

For the authorities of Golden Gallen Port who are facing the threat of famine, this batch of food with a total value of more than 8 million silver coins can be regarded as solving the urgent need of this settlement.

Even if it is divided equally among everyone, one person can get 11 kilograms of carbohydrates.

Of course, the final distribution method is definitely not this simple and crude division.

The Golden Gallen Port authority will launch a number of municipal projects through a cash-for-work approach, such as the ongoing reconstruction of the Kraba Market and the construction of several major traffic arteries and sewers.

Through these projects, the authorities will use gallon coins to pay salaries and payments to the people and units involved in the construction, and the food imported from the port can only be purchased with gallon coins.

This not only prevents the citizens and old aristocrats who hold large amounts of Xilan coins from rushing to buy and hoard food, but also provides a place for the huge young and middle-aged labor force to use up their energy. By the way, it also improves the infrastructure of Jingallan Port. , and accurately put the currency into the hands of those who need it.

It can be said that it kills four birds with one stone.

As for the foreign exchange spent on purchasing food, it was ostensibly borrowed by the authorities from the wealthy Baiyue Company, but in the end it would all be paid for by the compensation paid by the Emperor of the Xilan Empire.

Fang Chang is too lazy to figure out how many times the alliance has won this battle for the respected manager...

After all, he has figured out this switch.

…

On the outskirts of the city, a prisoner of war camp.

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Kapil slowly woke up from his coma.

When he saw the man in a white coat in front of him, he opened his mouth almost subconsciously and squeezed out a sentence from his burning throat.

"here it is……"

The doctor glanced at him and said casually. "Golden Gallon Port."

That accent sounds like someone from the Kingdom of Camelback.

But that's not the point -

Kapil's face flashed with joy, and he excitedly stretched out his stiff right hand and grabbed the sleeve of the man in the white coat.

"we won?!"

The doctor was stunned for a moment, then looked at him and smiled.

"What are you talking about in your sleep?" As he spoke, he shouted to the side.

"This guy is awake, but his brain is not normal. I leave the rest to you." A faint shout came from the distance.

"Okay, just wake up and leave the rest to us. You can go and work elsewhere."

"learn."

The doctor raised his hand holding the pen as a response, then hurriedly wrote a few words on the notepad, and then left the tent, which was not spacious.

Kapil looked at the man in astonishment, and his outstretched right hand fell unconsciously. He didn't come back to his senses until the man was far away, and then moved his stiff neck to pay attention to his surroundings.

This place seemed to be a field hospital. There were more than a dozen beds in a tent that was not spacious, and it was filled with people wrapped in bandages. It was lifeless.

Then he looked at his body. The half of his body that was exposed from the edge of the sheet was tightly wrapped in a bandage.

What shocked him even more was that his right

hand.

Only now did he discover that his right hand, starting from the elbow joint, had been replaced with a bulky metal prosthesis.

The memory before he fell into coma hesitantly poured into his mind. He remembered that he was knocked unconscious by a mortar while attacking the Governor's Palace.

At this time, a man in khaki uniform opened the door curtain and entered the tent, walking straight to his bed.

"...There were twelve shrapnels on your body, and only ten were taken out. It's a miracle that you are alive."

Looking down at the guy lying on the bed, the man continued in a sarcastic tone, "Of course, your teammates are not so lucky. Nine people can't even put together a complete body." They are all dead...;

Kapil's Adam's apple moved and he couldn't say a word for a long time. do not know why.

When he heard this sentence, he should have been angry, but there was no wave in his heart, only numbness and confusion.

If a person died, he would remember that person's name, visit his grave every now and then, and even miss what he was like when he was still alive. However, when there are so many dead people, he can only use a scribbled When summed up in numbers, the weight assigned to each name seems insignificant.

Perhaps General Alaya felt the same way when faced with that number...

He just felt that it was so unreal that he was still alive.

"...Who are you?" Although he had already guessed the identity of this person, Kapil still squeezed the words out of his throat with difficulty.

"Clerk of the Prisoner Section of the Logistics Division of the Golden Gallen Port Civil Defense Office, as for my name, you don't need to know, you just need to know that you are a prisoner."

As he spoke, the man raised his thumb and threw an iron plate the size of a coin onto his quilt with a series of numbers written on it.

"This is your number. When you get up, take it outside to register your name and address. You will use it when you get the lunch box, if you still want to eat."

After explaining the matter, the man turned around and walked outside the tent. Kapil, who had come back to his senses, suddenly thought of another thing and quickly stopped him.

"Wait, my hand..."

"It turns out that the one was scrapped, and we gave you a new one." The man who claimed to be the clerk of the Prisoner Management Section glanced at his arm and continued, "This money will be paid by your Majesty as part of the war reparations. , no need to thank us."

Watching the man leave, Kapil tried to move his body. He felt that he had almost recovered, so he got out of bed.

The registration office was not far from the tent. He walked over with the iron plate and completed the registration of the prisoners in a short time.

Just in time for dinner.

After completing the registration, he found the camp where he belonged under the instructions of a logistics staff. After receiving the bedding, he carried his lunch box and lined up in front of a large pot.

Two guys who looked like them were busy next to the big pot, constantly stirring the contents of the pot with a large wooden spoon.

The whole camp was filled with a mellow and sweet smell, which made him swallow unconsciously and grunt subconsciously.

"What are you cooking?"

He thought no one would take notice, but he saw the man standing in front of him turned his head.

"I heard it's corn." There was a trace of expectation in the man's eyes.

Kapil couldn't help but be stunned. "……corn?"

He had heard that that kind of crop seemed to be very common in the central and southern parts of the Sunset Province. A small amount of it was also introduced in Borneo Province, but not as many as beans.

"Yes, it is said that it was shipped from Silver Moon Bay, including the doctor who treated you..." After taking a look at the newcomer who was still wrapped in bandages, the man continued, "My name is Akhtar, formerly Manuwan. Captain... forget it, we are in the same camp as you now anyway."

Kapil swallowed and introduced himself.

"...Kapil, Prince Dilip led us to attack the Government House."

Akhtar whistled softly and glanced

The militiaman on duty not far away from his eyes grinned and said.

"Really? It was really a disaster... I heard that only a thousand or so of you died. You must be blessed by the Wolf God to survive."

Kapil smiled bitterly and was silent for a while before asking.

"What exactly happened here?"

"As you can see, we lost and became prisoners of the Alliance... although it was mainly the militiamen who were in charge of us."

As if unwilling to mention the details of the battle, the man named Akhtar vaguely moved the topic and continued.

"...In the first three days, those monkeys put us in cages, urinated on us, and poured food on the ground for us to lick. Finally, the Alliance people couldn't stand it any longer, so they dragged us here. Anyway. You woke up at the right time, the prisoner of war camp is now built, you only have to work eight hours a day, take care of three meals a day and get two gallons of wages."

Kapil: "Gallons?" "Just new money."

Akhtar took one out of his pocket, shook it, and stuffed it back. "Since the empire cut off the supply of supplies here, this thing is much easier to use than the old money. Although 2 gallons can't buy anything, it's better than nothing. By the way, I heard that if they can read, they Some less tiring work will be arranged, and the income will be a little more, and I can earn five or six coins a day."

Although he was completely confused about the so-called new money and had no interest in making any money, Kapil still asked subconsciously.

"...How to arrange it?"

"How to arrange it? Of course they help you arrange it. Do you think you can still be picky about this thing? Those who don't want to do it will just pick shit. Don't be stupid and talk back to them," Akhtar looked at in surprise. Taking one look at this guy who seemed to have his brain blown out, he continued, "But you are different from others. Others who wake up like you will go crazy."

"Maybe my brain is not normal," Kapil smiled bitterly and continued after a long pause, "I feel...as if I died once."

Akhtar looked at him blankly and said nothing else, because it was his turn to cook.

A bowl of fragrant polenta, a spoonful of pickles and two slices of steam-cooked yellow bread were their dinner after a day's work.

Akhtar smiled and thanked the inmate who refilled his lunch box, then happily took his portion and sat aside to eat.

It's not just him. Everyone here enjoys the food.

Not only because they had worked hard for a day in the construction site and wasteland, but also because they had never eaten such delicious food.

Especially the fluffy and soft bread.

This thing didn't look like something that would appear on a civilian table at all, and these iron men actually generously fed it to them, the prisoners of war!

What a group of kind people!

Akhtar wished he could kneel down and kowtow to the iron men who had freed him from the cage and fed him well.

It is no exaggeration to say that the food here is even better than when they were squatting in the trenches!

Kapil also went up and filled a bowl.

Perhaps because of the lack of experience in the past few days, he was not as excited as his former comrades. He just silently took his lunch box to the corner of the camp, found a deserted place and ate quietly.

In the Xilan Empire, his family belonged to the civil class with fairly good conditions, and he had not been mistreated in terms of nutrition since he was a child.

Logically speaking, it is impossible for him to have an unusual reaction to the taste of food.

But when he leaned over to the bowl and took the first bite, he couldn't help but widen his pupils in surprise.

A touch of mellow sweetness spread along the taste buds on the tip of his tongue. It was a taste he had never tasted before, like milk mixed with honey.

Although it wasn't particularly delicious, the special taste and texture made him couldn't help but subconsciously swallow another mouthful.

Before he knew it, he had finished a large bowl of jade, and two slices of bread that were probably cornmeal fermentation were served with the spicy and sour sour beans.

The horns were all swallowed.

A satisfied Kapil sat on the ground.

He glanced down at the empty bowl he was licking clean in his hand, and then looked up at the starry sky that was getting brighter.

It smells so good...I really want to have another bowl.

Putting the steel prosthesis on his bandaged belly, he rested the back of his head on the tent of the barracks and closed his eyes sleepily for a while.

The quiet evening wind blows on the face, as if it brings the songs of hometown, and the deafening roar is like a distant dream, buried in the distance together with the boiling blood and soul.

This was the first time since he woke up that he felt that life was so beautiful...

At this moment, it was not only the gray wolves sitting in the prisoner of war camp who were fragrant, but also Prince Dilip squatting in the detention center of the Port District Security Bureau.

Although he fought the most stupid battle with Emperor Xilan's family fortune, it did not hinder his appetite while sitting in prison at all. After finishing one bowl, he wanted another bowl.

To be honest, he is a very particular person.

Especially when it comes to eating, he can even say arrogantly that even the people of Wilant have to bow down to him.

For example, when roasting lamb, he would only eat lambs that had just been weaned, and he would only eat a small piece on the back, and give the rest to his servants.

However, after being imprisoned these days and forced to eat several "vegetarian meals" without big fish or meat, he found that the door to a new world had opened.

I didn’t expect that the alliance is not only technologically advanced, but also has such profound knowledge in the study of food. It can actually use simple ingredients and cooking methods to make such unique dishes!

Passing the dinner plate in his hand through the small window of the prison, Prince Dilip looked at Director Gulamanji longingly and said sheepishly.

"Can I have another bowl?"

"Are you a pig? You eat more than those who work!" Looking at the fat prince, Port District Police Officer Guramanki couldn't help but curse.

It was these pig-headed people who ruled the empire that caused their faces to become swollen and swollen.

Gulamanji was angry and happy at the same time. He was angry because he found out that he had been ridden by a pig, but he was happy because now he was riding on the pig's head.

Even if it's temporary.

He waved his index finger and arrogantly signaled to his men in police uniforms to serve another bowl to the flattering prince.

Looking at the polenta poured into the bowl, Prince Dilip also seemed to feel embarrassed, his face turned red like a monkey's butt, and he regained his face and said.

"Have some more of that sour stuff... Hey, the food expenses can be added to my ransom. I won't eat your food in vain... pay for it."

"Let's wait until your Majesty signs the ceasefire agreement."

Gulamanji rolled his eyes, took his words as fart, told his subordinates here, and then glanced at his watch.

It's time to get off work now.

After feeding these "key criminals", his stomach was still hungry.

By the way, that polenta smells really good...

Gulamanji swallowed, but held it back.

It wasn't that he couldn't bear to eat the prisoners' food, but that there would be better delicacies waiting for him at the banquet soon.

In order to express gratitude to those merchants who supported the reconstruction of Golden Gallen Port, and to attract investment, the Golden Gallen Port authorities are planning to hold a dinner at the most luxurious hotel in the port area to entertain these merchants who have solved the urgent needs of the settlement. of guests.

Not only those guests from afar, but also prominent figures in this settlement, as well as some important representatives of the iron men will attend.

Although you can look forward to the delicious food at the banquet, what you eat at that banquet is never the focus. Getting closer to those iron men is the key.

His rapid rise to fame all depends on them!