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 showed 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 point in directly laying them off except for the temporary pleasure.

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

They transfer part of their rights and obligations to grassroots civil society groups, allowing those civil society groups to "legally" collect "fire money", "water money" and "sanitation fees", and the latter will inevitably need to give them some money. at.

In other words, these guys are probably not just simply collecting money and not doing anything, but "taking money twice and not doing anything"! Most poor people in Golden Gallen Port need to pay three times for the same public affairs - including to those civil organizations.

In such a situation, only if you can afford to wear clothes without eating dirt, you will be worthy!

Although most settlements in the alliance also adhere to the principle of "survivors' self-determination", they have never sold communist affairs to private individuals, or even simply handed them over to violent associations. This is no longer an issue of autonomy rate, but simply corruption!

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 authority of the old bureaucracy and the strength of the militia to take back some of the rights and obligations that had been delegated to unknown places, or simply recruit some of the guys who had done a good job.

In the second step, he needs to promote some capable grassroots personnel from the civilian class with a reasonable literacy rate to gradually replace the blood that is already exuding a rancid smell, and even train a team of people from these people. A qualified city lord or chief will come to cooperate with the governor of Jingallan Port.

If the administrator plans to send the governor here.

…

"...The situation here is worse than we thought. 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 the slaves here, and this settlement will be submerged by the mountains of shit in just one week, so we still have to do this."

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

Before "getting off work", he signed a recruitment order to recruit two literate Japanese citizens to join the government office with a monthly salary of 2,000 gallons.

After training for a period of time, he will refer to the organizational framework previously discussed on the forum to arrange specific departments and work for them, and merge and reorganize the original departments from the time of Governor Nihak, and replace the old bureaucracy After winning a marginal department, it was gradually dismantled, and the final exchange of blood was completed.

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

It would be better to take advantage of the survivors of Golden Gallon Port first.

Seeing the boy shaking his head, Lao Bai grinned.

"Do you remember what our purpose was when we came here in the first place?"

Fang Chang was stunned for a moment and then said.

"Teach the clown a lesson, and by the way, free some slaves and return them to work... What's wrong?"

"What we are doing now seems to be helping the poor. Look at how hard you look," 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. What's my hurry? 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. What a difference." Fang Chang sighed, pinched his eyebrows with his index finger, and said to himself, "...Literacy rate is a big problem, and literacy education needs to be done as soon as possible."

He had recently hired a group of doctors from outside Silver Moon Bay to treat the injured prisoners. Perhaps they should invite some more teachers to come over.

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

"Tell me some news. We sent a reconnaissance team to the north to collect news. We heard from the locals that a raiding team was active in the mountainous area on the north bank of the Yongliu River. Although they have not noticed our signal yet, we should We have noticed what happened at Golden Gallen Port, and 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, as if it was drifting along the street from the direction of the pier with the sea breeze.

Weird thing.

The smell coming from there is not fishy.

Seeing the surprised expression on his face, Lao Bai said with a smile.

"This is the second piece of news I have to say."

"Tail and the others just arrived."

…

"Oh! Golden Gallon Harbor!"

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

"Yes, yes! The changes are huge!"

Time goes back to a few hours ago, on the deck of Rourou.

Standing on the bow of the ship with his feet propped up, he looked excitedly towards the port and pointed at the buildings there.

The wharf is still the original wharf. The equipment for lifting goods has been replaced from the original wooden crane with an electric-driven metal turbine. The vehicles for transporting goods have also been replaced from ox carts and manpower. Forklifts and forklifts produced from Lipa City and Boulder City have been replaced. Trucks and light and heavy trucks.

Boxes and bundles of military supplies were piled near the port area, and militiamen with white stripes tied to their arms replaced the imperial soldiers patrolling the shore.

The only fly in the ointment is that the place is a little more depressed than 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 is also to free up berths for merchant ships from Silver Moon Bay.

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

Previously 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 the empire implemented an embargo on Golden Gallon Port. Then he asked the banker, Elder Bulma, to provide a certain amount of money for specific shipping routes and goods. Loans with extremely low interest rates.

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

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

At the stern of the ship, Sesame Paste was 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 dusk. The boxes filled with goods were transferred to the port with the help of the crane, and were transported by forklifts. Stacked boxes are stored in the warehouse area.

This was originally a transit population place, and it was also a place where the White Bear Knights once fought.

Since the Alliance came, the facilities here have been completely vacated, leaving only a plot of land less than 20 meters long as a historical memory. As for the remaining area, it has been transformed into a warehouse area for stacking and packing containers to increase the port's warehouse capacity.

With the green light from the port administration, the port staff gave priority to completing the check of the list of food-type goods, and stamped the batch of goods acquired by the Golden Gallen Port authority on the spot for delivery, and paid all the goods at once. payment.

Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen 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, heading towards several construction sites in the city managed by the Golden Gallen Port Authority, Camp Rowell, and prisoners of war outside the city. The direction of camp is open.

A total of 8,000 tons of peeled and dehydrated corn were delivered at a wholesale price of 700 silver coins per ton! There are also nearly 3,000 tons of cornmeal, which are also delivered at a price of 900 silver coins per ton!

In Luoxia Province, especially the Lion Kingdom, which imports a large number of chemical fertilizers, pesticides and high-yielding seeds produced by the alliance, the production cost of one kilogram of corn is only 0.2~0.3 silver coins! And 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 members, mercenary wages, etc., 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, your cost can even be close to 500 silver coins!

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

For the authorities of Golden Gallen Port who were facing the threat of famine, this batch of grain worth more than 800,000 silver coins could be regarded as solving the urgent needs of this settlement.

Even if it is distributed equally to everyone, one person can still get 11 kilograms of carbohydrates.

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

The Golden Gallen Port authorities will launch a number of political projects through the work-for-relief approach, such as the ongoing renovation of the Kraba Field 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 personnel 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 common people and the old aristocracy from rushing to buy and hoard food, but also provides a place for the huge young and middle-aged labor force to consume physical energy. It also improves the infrastructure of Jingallan Port. and accurately put the currency into the hands of the people who need it.

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

As for the foreign currency spent on purchasing grain, it was ostensibly borrowed by the authorities from the wealthy Yuesi Company. In the end, the emperor of the Xilan Empire would pay the indemnity to foot the bill.

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.

Kapil slowly woke up from his coma after sleeping for an unknown length of time.

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

"Here is..."

The doctor glanced at him and said casually.

"Golden Gallon Harbor."

That accent sounds like someone from the Camelback Kingdom.

But that's not the point -

A happy look appeared on Kapil's face, 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. His brain is not normal. I leave the rest to you."

There was a faint shout in the distance.

"Okay, just wake up and leave the rest to us. You can be busy 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, stretched out his right hand and unconsciously dropped it. 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 the tent, which was not very spacious. It was filled with people wrapped in bandages, and it was lifeless.

Then he looked at his own body, and saw that half of his body was wrapped tightly in a bandage, which peeked out from the edge of the sheet.

What shocked him even more was 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 was hesitantly poured into his mind. He remembered that he was knocked unconscious by a mortar during the attack on the Governor's Palace.

At this time, a man wearing khaki clothes 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 of them can't even put together a complete body."

All dead...

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

I don’t know why.

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

If a person dies, he will 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 the number of dead people can only be summed up by a scrawled number, the weight of each name seems to be 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 Jingallang Port Civil Defense Office, as for my name, you don't need to know it. 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 pick it up when you receive 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..."

"The one you came here is useless, and we have replaced it with a new one for you." 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 war reparations. No need to thank us."

Watching the man leave, Kapil tried to move his body. Feeling that his nerves were almost recovered, Kapil slowly 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, under the instructions of a logistics staff, he found the camp where he belonged. After receiving the bedding, he carried his lunch box and had a long queue in front of the big pot.

Two guys who looked like them were busy beside the big pot, 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 about that kind of crop, which seemed to be very common in the central and southern parts of Luoxia 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, "I am Akhtar, formerly Manu. Forget it, I’m in the same camp as you now.”

Kapil swallowed and introduced himself.

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

Akhtar whistled softly, glanced at the militiamen on duty not far away, 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 if those militiamen were managing us."

As if he didn't want to mention the details of the battle, the man from Akhtar vaguely brought up the topic and continued talking.

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

Kapil: "Gallons?"

"It's 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 you can read, They will arrange some less tiring work, and the income will be a little more, and they can make five kuai a day. "

Although he was completely confused about the so-called new money and had no interest in making any money, Kapil still asked you 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. He glanced at this guy whose brain seemed to have been blown out, and continued, "But you are different from others. Other guys who wake up like you are just as crazy."

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

Akhtar glanced at him blankly, but said nothing. He was busy getting food.

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 at the construction site and wasteland for a day, 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 knelt 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 before!

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 relatively 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 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, just 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 polenta, and swallowed two pieces of bread that were probably fermented cornmeal along with the spicy and sour pickled beans.

A satisfied Kapil sat on the ground.

He looked down at the empty bowl he was licking clean in his hands, 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 and forced to eat several "vegetarian meals" without big fish or meat these days, 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 make such unique dishes using simple ingredients and cooking methods!

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

"Can I have another bowl?"

"Are you a pig? You eat more than those who work!" Looking at the fat prince, Mandal, the port police officer, couldn't help but cursed.

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

Mandal was angry and happy at the same time. He was angry because he found that he had been ridden by a pig, but he was happy that he was now 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 seemed to feel embarrassed, his face turned red like a monkey's butt, and he regained his dignity and said, "Hey."

"Have some more of that sour stuff... Well, 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."

Mandal 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 so good...

Mandal swallowed, but still held 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 thank the merchants who supported the reconstruction of Jingallon Port and to attract investment, the authorities of Jingallon Port are planning to hold a dinner at the most luxurious hotel in the port area to entertain these people who have solved the urgent needs of the settlement. guests.

Not only those guests from far away, 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 delicacies at the banquet, what you eat at the banquet is never the point. Getting closer to those iron men is the key.

His rapid rise is entirely dependent on them!