Who will take pity on us
When the waste utilization, the construction team members who were barely included in the counterpart analysis team, had already noticed the abnormal situation in the medieval world, most of the people on earth also received similar messages.
Through the screen, watching the skinny Aikeli villagers in the medieval world, sweating and starving in the muddy land, when trekking hard, the vast majority of people on earth don’t mind expressing their feelings and offering a conscience sympathy, and maybe occasionally shed a few tears of sympathy.
However, if these lazy bones start to slack off and their labor enthusiasm declines, it may lead to less food, which will affect the goal of achieving absolute security within half a year—no matter how small the impact is, as long as the impact may threaten themselves and their families— These "overwhelming majority" of the people on Earth expressed their hatred and intolerance without hesitation.
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Los Angeles County.
First Citizen's Hospital, Inpatient Ward.
"oops!"
Watching the Wu Qingchen channel scrolling on the TV, the host and guests are analyzing the "lazy incident". In front of the hospital bed near the door, there is a relative of a patient with dark skin and thick joints who is used to doing farm work at first glance. , slapped his thigh hard: "The cattle in this family are hurting their tendons! How can they be left in a daze at home? Take them out for a walk, and occasionally do some light work, so they will heal faster!"
"And here..."
The family member of another hospital bed also spoke up: "These guys are not good at brains. It's just reinforcement and cold protection. How can it be used for a few days in such a small wooden house? Leave it to me to decorate, and half an afternoon will be enough." !"
"What you said is good..." The patient in the second hospital bed shook his head: "But what kind of medieval world is like before liberation, where is this technology!"
"This shit, what technology do you need?"
"With Wu Qingchen here, are you afraid that you won't have the skills?"
"Nothing else, the government didn't pay attention to it earlier!" The patient's family members near the door were heartbroken: "Look, we can solve two problems by just talking in this room! As long as the government is determined, isn't it easy to find some experts? ?”
"Exactly! Early detection, early attention, and the right medicine to solve the worries of these people in advance, where are these crap?"
"In the final analysis, you are still poor and lazy!"
"Mom..." In the innermost part of the ward, on the hospital bed near the window, watching the analysis of "lazy" on the TV, and listening to the eager discussions of the adults next to her, the daughter held her mother's hand suspiciously: "What's the matter? What are you doing?" Why are you angry? Did brother sleep late in the morning?"
"No..." The mother shook her head and patted the back of her daughter's hand lightly; "Big brother in the morning is a hardworking child, whoever does bad things, who is lazy, is another villain!"
When referring to those "bad guys" in the medieval world, my mother managed to suppress the anger in her tone.
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Los Angeles Institute of Microbiology.
"Good! Great!"
Quickly browsing through the briefing on the medieval world and the briefing on earth public opinion that the assistant hastily sent over, the doctor's eyes lit up: "Contact the intelligence center immediately and synchronize the information of these slackers. The focus is on psychological analysis and action trajectories."
"Okay, Doctor!"
The assistant standing on the left turned around quickly, and when he reached the door, he had already dialed the phone.
"Immediately notify all supervisors and departments to prepare materials and instruments. As soon as the information arrives, adjust the direction immediately! Be ready to study the most painful, fastest, and most effective way to give warnings to these slackers who are lazy and waste food. Let's set some examples!"
"But..." the assistant said hesitantly: "Aiming at the phenomenon of declining labor enthusiasm, the "Grinding Mill Strategy" already has a very mature plan..."
"I know there is a contingency plan!" The doctor interrupted the assistant's reminder: "However, no one can be sure of the effect before the implementation of the mature contingency plan! In addition, our research...is not only used when the labor enthusiasm is declining superior."
"Okay, Doctor!"
The assistant standing on the right also turned around quickly.
"Wait a minute..." the doctor stopped the assistant: "Remember to submit a report on the urgent additional funds!"
"The amount is..." the assistant took out his notebook.
"Such a serious situation, and the public attaches so much importance to it, of course it is the highest standard!"
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Jiang County.
A rental room.
"Depend on!"
Looking at the "lazy list" that the website editors worked overtime to sum up, and the serious consequences that these bastards could cause if they were lazy, Li Zhencai gritted his teeth and tapped the keyboard:
"Is it so difficult to be famous all day long and do some work honestly?"
On the page he browsed, similar condemnations quickly swiped across the screen:
"Okay, forget about the pain from the scar, you must teach these slackers a lesson!"
"Disqualify them from dividing beehives! Kill the chickens to make an example to the monkeys! Kill one to make an example to the hundred!"
"Drag all the farm cattle from their family to do the heaviest work!"
"Slacker! Bitch! It is strongly recommended that these people be included in the key monitoring targets!"
"Does the country have a solution? The country must have a solution, right? The country must have a solution, right?"
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Of course the state has a way.
The effect of artificial intervention in bee swarming is gradually manifesting. This wave of labor efficiency reduction in the medieval world has indeed been expected by the staff group.
However, unlike ordinary people who scold the villagers for their reduced labor efficiency, which may have different impact on the material reserves of the "Mill Strategy", from the perspective of the high-level staff of the temporary committee and the decision-making staff of the staff group who have an overview of the overall situation, this time the phenomenon is more reflected. The fragility of early farming civilizations.
When the threat of survival is reduced, it is human nature to start pursuing better life enjoyment.
Not to mention the medieval world, even the earth in the 21st century is the same.
When there is still a balance in the bank card, the urgency of finding a job is of course not too high.
When the credit card began to demand payment, the boss, superior, and customer had no choice but to hold their noses and bear it no matter how hideous their faces were.
From this point of view, the solution to the phenomenon of reduced labor efficiency in the medieval world is very simple: negative equity operation.
Every blade of grass in the medieval world was marked by the earth and included in the list of supplies. How could the villagers of the medieval world tolerate the food resources that were hundreds of times more valuable? — How much interest is there for saving money anyway, and saving food? Isn't that cheap bugs and mice
Of course, no matter the earth or the medieval world: people are the most precious resources.
Of course, the Earth team did not intend to starve the people of the Middle Ages to death, but said that in addition to the necessary food, the remaining food and other resources must be fully utilized.
Even if there is no reduction in labor efficiency this time, even if there is no plan to increase the production of bees, under the guiding ideology of negative equity operation, after Wu Qingchen entered the medieval world, the villagers in Aikeli Village, from this autumn harvest From time to time, don't expect to have more than half a month's grain reserves at home.
In this extremely backward world, if you control the food, you control all the villagers from the source.
However... The suggestion of searching for food and reducing reserves, such as the anger of the heavens and the earth, the sky and the earth, and the thunderbolt, of course cannot be proposed by Wu Qingchen/Loss, who is imaged as a five-good villager-a good man of ten generations-a contemporary sage.
Moreover, this incident is not convenient to be done overnight. The villagers must first enjoy the brutality of the feudal society, and then feel the warmth of the earth.
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In the midst of all the commotion, two hours passed on the earth, and two days passed in the medieval world.
March 07, 0001.
Wu Qingchen entered the medieval world this round, the sixth day.
late at night.
It was very quiet in the cabin.
One hand gently opened the "hole in the wall", and six eyes quietly looked out from the very fashionable structure of this Akeli village at the moment.
"Ok?"
For a long time, a suppressed voice came from behind.
"What's the rush?" The voice beside the hole in the wall answered, it was Wayne who led Wu Qingchen to bribe Old William with a bundle of hay when Wu Qingchen was appointed as a cowherd by the baron: "It's still early!"
"Oh!" The woman behind sighed: "...it's already this time, if you don't sleep, what should you do with tomorrow's work..."
"Repay tomorrow's work!" Wayne snorted heavily: "If you don't prepare earlier, it's useless to do more work!"
"It's still uncertain..." Beside him, the second son muttered, "...who knows if it's true..."
"Is it possible that there are fakes... One beehive belongs to the church, one beehive belongs to the baron, the rest of the beehives belong to Master Ifrit and Praia, the method of moving the beehive belongs to Lord Ross, and the method of buckling the barrel also belongs to the Baron. Lord Rose... the extra wheat, of course, also belongs to the church, the baron, Lord Ifrit, Lord Praia, and Lord Rose! Tax increase! Honeycomb tax!"
Wayne said bitterly: "Listen, cell tax! Cell tax... Can the neighbors make up such a thing?"
"Alas..." the woman sighed: "What about little master Andre... the honeycomb tax, alas... Actually, what the little master said is right."
After a long sigh, everyone in the wooden house fell silent.
"Actually..." After a long time, the eldest son said slowly, "Holman said it himself. This is just what Mr. Andre said. Mr. Steward, Mr. Priest, and Mr. Ross haven't said anything yet..."
"Oh..." Wayne sighed a long time: "Master Steward and Master Pastor, of course you can't talk casually. As for Master Rose... Master, kind Master Rose, kind-hearted Master Rose, how could you say this! Honeycomb tax , Master Ross must have never imagined it!"
"Master Praia is also very kind..." the woman said, "The honeycomb tax won't be too much, right? He will leave us a little more wheat, right?"
"Yes, Pastor Praia will definitely let us stay a little longer." The eldest son's voice was full of hope.
"Maybe, after collecting the honeycomb tax, we can keep one more pot... No, two more pots... Then we can eat for an extra month!" The second son looked at the position of the clay pot in his memory.
"The pastor is kind, and he is very kind to the villagers." Wayne's tone was indeed full of gratitude: "If it's just two cans, or a little more, Master Praia will definitely keep it for us."
"Then..." The eldest son hesitated: "Why do we still need to secretly dig a hole?"
"Oh..." Wayne sighed: "But... some things, if the baron has decided... Even if Pastor Praia wants to leave us more wheat, how convenient is it?"
"This… "
"Okay!" Wayne said: "Anyway, it's just one night, dig it out first, if we can leave a little more wheat when harvesting in autumn, that's of course the best, just treat it as a waste of a night ... If the baron's honeycomb tax is too much by then... well... then our preparations will come in handy."
"Hmm..." The mother-in-law and the sons nodded in unison.
"It should be almost there..." Looking out from the hole in the wall again, Wayne turned his head: "You guys wait... I'll go over and have a look..."
Saying that, Wayne pushed open the door of the cabin very lightly and slowly.
After nearly half an hour, the wooden door was pushed open at a slightly slower but almost normal speed.
"Okay." After returning, Wayne's voice became much more normal: "There is no sound, those houses are all asleep."
"Okay." "Let's go." "Bring something."
Three voices answered simultaneously.
After half a minute, four people walked out of the wooden house.
The night was dark, the wind was a bit strong, dark clouds drifted past, covering most of the sky, only a few gleams of light cast faintly from the gap.
"Great!" Wayne's face brightened, "It's even harder to be seen by people, and they all grabbed my clothes..."
Carrying hoes, wooden shovels, shovels, and pickaxes, the four of them walked in a single file, walked along paths, crossed streams, and climbed up hills...
After nearly an hour, the four of them walked into the forest.
After more than ten minutes, they left the regular road where the villagers gathered firewood and got into the dense forest. In a small natural gap, the four finally stopped.
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