A strange world

Chapter 1312 Section 234. Charity

The territory has expanded, but the number of manpower is still the same, and in the fiercely competitive broken mining area, it will attract covetousness at any time.

Joan picked up the skills he learned when he was doing business - quickly integrating into the local rules: let the foreman pick some people from the hard labor to be thugs.

The number of hard laborers in Haigargou is even less than that of the Fire Dragon Gang, only 39 people, and the scale is almost half smaller.

The hard laborers who have been digging in the mines that have never seen the sun for a long time have more or less some problems. Joan lowered the requirements, as long as they can hold the 50-pound coal basket above their heads for three seconds.

This is not difficult for hard laborers who rely on selling their strength. Except for some hard laborers who are really weak, there are 22 people who meet the requirements.

Joan also fulfilled his promise, waved his hand and let them become thugs to get rid of hell. Then he told those hard laborers who showed despair not to cry, and repeated the improvement in treatment that he had mentioned not long ago.

"Really?"

The feelings of the hard laborers were summed up in one sentence.

Nothing is more touching than reality. Joan asked the foreman - no, now it's the deputy gang leader to move the food off the cart.

The gang members who ran away took away everything they could take away, and the only thing left was the coal mined these days. Fortunately, Joan was prepared.

"Don't worry, there will be a chance when our Fire Dragon Gang recruits again."

Looking at the grateful look of the hard laborers, Joan pursed her lips. Just a few words from her changed their lives forever...and whose husbands, sons, and fathers are they?

She began to understand why Annan had a special liking for saving poor people...

The Hygar Valley and the Valoran Basin - that is, the coal mine controlled by the Fire Dragon Gang are only five or six miles away, but in the wilderness where the mountains are blocked by heavy snow, this distance takes at least an hour to walk.

Joan wanted the deputy gang leader to keep an eye on this place, but Harding refused and said he would follow Joan to serve her. Joan had to give the opportunity to manage the branch mine to her former lackey.

The former lackey who was suddenly hit by a bone was ecstatic and said that he would definitely defend Hygar Valley to the death for the new gang leader!

"No need... If the coal mine is lost, we can take it back. If you die in battle, it will be gone for real."

Joan's words made these gang members who had just met for less than three hours full of loyalty.

Returning to Hygar Valley, Joan asked Harding on the way: "Where do you get the hard labor from?"

"Slave traders come every week, and sometimes traders will bring a few carts of workers to make a living."

"I think there are too few free people now, how about expanding it?"

"Free people?"

"Oh, the Fire Dragon Gang is too vulgar, I plan to change it to a new name, the Free Gang."

The deputy gang leader led the cheering: "This name is good!"

"Do you understand what I mean?"

The deputy gang leader shook his head: "I don't understand."

Joan guessed so. As for expanding the gang, Harding agreed with both hands.

"But we know you are a professional..."

Joan thought it was time to reveal some of her background to them: "Why do you think a female warrior like me would come here alone to work as a laborer?"

Harding opened his mouth wide, he didn't dare to think...

"Who's there!"

Joan suddenly looked to the side, where a vague gray shadow flashed and disappeared in the snow like a mouse.

Skaven...?

"Boss, it's the wanderers." Harding said, "They are slippery and even slave traders have a hard time catching them."

Joan thought for a while and continued to move forward.

"Are they powerful?"

"Powerful? Boss, they have no other skills except hiding like mice!"

"You seem to hate them."

If he didn't want to show off in front of the new boss, Harding would have greeted them with the most vicious words: "Who hasn't had things stolen by wanderers? They are omnipresent! It's just that we arrived early, boss. Otherwise, they would have stolen all the coal in Hygar Valley!"

Joan had some vague ideas, but couldn't condense them into shape. She then thought, what would Annan do if he were here.

She stopped, asked the truck to unload all the food, and then put up a sign next to it.

"Who among you can read?"

The gang members looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time.

Joan was naturally proficient in the common language, and she asked this question just to assess the literacy level of the wanderers... You can't expect them to understand words.

Joan scratched her head and simply drew a big smiley face on the snow next to the food pile.

"Okay, let's go back." Patting her wet hands, Joan returned to the team.

Harding didn't dare to speak, and walked a distance before asking: "Boss, this is..."

"You haven't dealt with wanderers before?"

"Does it count if you catch them and kill them?"

"Well... it doesn't count."

"Then no."

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"Have you ever considered that such a group of agile mountain rats have some skills?"

Harding protested: "They eat human flesh!"

"You're right..."

Although the background of the wanderers is miserable and sympathetic, it is somewhat difficult to accept that they eat their own kind...

Forget it, the deputy captain Skeeter who is responsible for contacting the wanderers has worked with the Paladin Ryan for so long that he knows what to do right.

The figures of Joan and his group disappeared in the wind and snow.

As soon as a thin layer of snow fell on the supplies piled on the roadside, a vague outline appeared on the periphery.

They hunched over and quickly approached the food that Joan had deliberately left behind, and started to grab it frantically.

The smiling face painted next to it was repeatedly stepped on by footprints, and soon it could not be seen in its original appearance...

...

Joan, who returned to the Valoran Basin, felt an inexplicable sense of security as if she had returned home.

Was it because she was the leader of the "Freedom Gang"?

Or was she in a good mood after doing something good?

After a busy day, she was a little hungry and sat by the stove in the shed to cook food.

When the sky began to get a little gloomy, the coal collection caravan she had been looking forward to arrived - without slaves.

It seemed that she could not expand her helpers in a short time.

Joan became a hands-off boss and handed it over to Harding to sell the ore, and called it exercise, while she hid in the shed to eat.

Not long after, the noise outside faded away, and Harding came in with a purse and presented it to Joan.

Joan frowned as soon as she took it, opened it and took a look inside.

"Why is it so much? Didn't you do what I said?"

Harding said hurriedly: "I did it, but you are the boss, and the boss always takes half..."

Joan finally understood why the former gang leader fought so hard. If it were her a few years ago, she would also fight hard.

"I don't want my half, I'll give it to you."

"This..."

"What's wrong, do you think it's too little?"

Harding was cautious, fearing that this was another test: "You are the boss..."

Joan was addicted to playing Annan: "What's wrong with the boss? Tell them, I An... cough cough, I, Joan, love the people like my own children, you are my subordinates, and I will lead you to make a fortune!"