Alien Paradise.

Chapter 291 "This land is ruined"

The first day after the Paradise Sect took control of Thousand Limburg was spent so smoothly, and even the tavern ensured business as usual. Everyone who participated in the construction of the team received their salary for the day as promised, which caused an incredible spectacle to appear in the city: Although the rumors of famine were already known to everyone, most restaurants, wine shops, and spring buildings were full at night. state. After people get a good salary, the first thing they do is to have fun and treat themselves.

"How could this be?"

In the baronial mansion, Sergey walked back and forth, feeling a gloomy fire in his heart that was difficult to release. He never expected that things would turn out like this: Before the people on his side who arranged to spread the news of the famine had gathered in place, the Paradise Cult had already announced the matter widely, as if they were afraid that everyone would not know about it.

Not only that, the other party also announced his next plans, such as purchasing excess grain from local nobles and businessmen to fill the granary, and purchasing large amounts of food from other places; renovating the land outside the south gate was also decided to collect grain. engineering. They even promised that within three days, as everyone would see, the food crisis would be completely resolved.

"My hotel has been closed at your request... Those country bumpkins can't really sit on the high platform." A nobleman said with slight dissatisfaction, "I heard tonight that the business in all the street shops was overcrowded. After that, There is still two years of tax exemption, which is a lot of money!”

"Calm down!" Baron of Thorns Rota sneered in his heart. A small noble is a small noble and cannot be on the stage at all. "What was Qianlimburg like before today? Strict military control, night curfew, entertainment control, and the proliferation of gangs in the outer city... Those idiots have been holding back for almost a month, and now they suddenly have money in their hands. They can make a fuss again. It’s normal, what are you worried about?”

"The Paradise Cult is really brave. They open the door to the grain depot for people to see. Aren't they afraid of causing looting?" Sergey muttered.

"Robbing? The people guarding there are all equipped with guns. If you want to rob, you have to consider whether you have the strength." Blake, the general manager of Jianlin Company, sighed, "I have to say that the Paradise Sect is in the limelight at the moment. Zheng Sheng, there are people in this sect who are willing to believe even if they are blatant farts!”

really. Lotta acknowledges this.

They really pay wages, and they really dare to kill people.

In one night alone, there were hundreds of gallows in the outer city, with the heads of gang leaders hanging on them. But compared to the things done at Elko Camp, this execution received unanimous applause from everyone. It is also a kind of shock, but it shocks those who doubt the ability of Paradise Sect.

There are also high wages paid on the spot.

"We won't...really get into trouble with a cult, right?" Another businessman said cautiously, "I heard that when they were fighting the Kingdom's border troops, the believers woke up from the corpses and couldn't be killed at all! Maybe outside The people have all been mind-controlled——"

They will do whatever they promise, and this weight of every spit and nail makes the words of Paradise Teacher sound particularly majestic. Coupled with the liberation of the curfew, the departure of Camp Elko, and the civil war in the kingdom... People did not ignore the danger of famine because of a single incident. This was the result of many factors connected together.

The same goes for opening shelters to house homeless people and distributing free relief food.

"Fart!" Sergey, Lotta and Blake interrupted in unison.

"Did you see those people come back to life with your own eyes? When the gunfire roared outside, weren't you hiding in your house so frightened that you didn't even dare to poke your head out?" Sergey vented his anger at the other party angrily. "If these people were a cult, Qianlin Castle would have been a dead city long ago!"

"I have met real cultists, and they looked at me like they were looking at stones on the roadside, so stop spreading such boring rumors." Rota shook his head. When will these idiots grow up? "I have sent people out with cameras to record the situation."

"Photograph? What did you take?" "Qianlimbao Grain Depot."

"Grain depot..." Sergey thought for a moment and suddenly realized, "You want to inform the grain merchants outside about Qianlimbao's food shortage!"

Luo Ta raised the corner of his mouth slightly. He was not a great noble, but he still had certain abilities and means for his family to survive to this day. The Paradise Cult only wanted to stabilize the hearts of the local people with an open attitude, but it also left a flaw for itself. Businessmen are all profit-seeking people. After they know the fact that Qianlimbao is short of food, will they still do this business at a reasonable price? The answer is obvious.

Of course, this method cannot fundamentally cut off the food purchased from outside, but as long as the grain merchants choose to wait and see, it can greatly delay the process of filling the grain warehouse, or greatly reduce the purchase volume of the park's clients.

"Sergey, you should also take measures, right?"

"Of course, I asked someone to bring a box of gold bars out. Checking with the local train bureaus should be able to delay a lot of food transportation time." Sergey glared and replied, "I don't believe that the Paradise Church can feed them in a few days. The belly of the whole city.”

"That's right." Rota nodded with satisfaction, "No matter how hard they go about distributing relief rations and ordering restaurants and hotels to continue operating, in the final analysis the city's food reserves are getting less and less. Maximum four days …or in five days, when the gruel has turned into gruel and all the food in the residents’ homes has been exhausted, no amount of talk can stop the panic.”

These words cheered up the mood of the gathering.

"Everyone, that's it for today's meeting." Rota concluded. "Every day from now on, I invite you all to come to my place to share the latest situation. At this critical moment, we must unite as one to achieve success. The final victory!"

Everyone nodded and dispersed. When Blake was left alone, Baron Thorns stopped him and said, "I want to ask you a question, Blake. You have taken over the most engineering projects, so you should be quite knowledgeable about construction." Experience. Can you tell...what exactly is the project currently being carried out by the Paradise Church on the outskirts of Nanmen?"

Blake glanced at him in surprise, "Are you worried about this?"

That's why he didn't bring it up just now when everyone was still there.

"Someone revealed to me that there are more than a dozen nuns employed in their sanctuary, and some nuns' clothing is embroidered with the symbol of Ninata, the God of Knowledge... Let's not talk about why these Ninata's followers would interfere with the Paradise Cult. Together, but I have read in history books that this god once spread farming and seed selection techniques to believers," Lotta said seriously, "I am worried that the Paradise Church will not have special agricultural knowledge, such as letting wheat. The grains germinate within a few days and so on..."

"I see." Blake expressed his understanding, but he quickly smiled, "But that god has disappeared for more than a hundred years, right? And don't worry, that land has been abandoned and cannot grow food at all. Of course...it can't build a house, it's more of a destruction than a construction project."

"Oh? What do you say?"

"They are randomly filling the ground with rocks, including pebbles, gravel, and miscellaneous bricks and stones. Isn't this abandoned land? Even when building a foundation, there is no such method." Blake shrugged, " Another possibility is the preparation work before road construction, but this possibility is not very likely, because the roadbed requires uniform stone materials, preferably cobblestones of similar sizes, plus a mixture of coarse sand, not to mention that the road is made in strips, not in one piece. It’s a block of land, and it’s surrounded by woods. Even if it’s built, how can it be connected? It’s a waste of manpower and material resources, and it makes no sense.”

"Let me put it this way," he vowed, "unless the land is reclaimed and the gravel is removed, it will be a wasteland for the next ten years. At most, weeds will grow and nothing can be done."

(End of this chapter)