"It's the same as what you saw..." Angus spread out his hands, "I'm not prepared."
"Why?" Arles was even more surprised.
"Why? I don't have time to prepare... Have you forgotten? Yesterday, when you went to prepare..." Speaking of this, Angus showed a smile on his face: "I went to see the land with Master Ross."
"Really?" Arles looked at his companion suspiciously: "Then you didn't do anything?"
"Here..." Angus gestured to his empty hands again.
"Really..." After hesitating for a few seconds, Arles suddenly shook his head vigorously: "I don't believe it."
"Huh!" This time, Angus became strange: "Why?"
"Because you are a clever man known throughout Fort Ackford, and I have been your clever man's old neighbor for so many years."
As he said that, Arles moved closer to the witty man: "What did Master Ross say?"
"Nothing was said."
"Then what did you guess?"
"Nothing!" Angus shook his head vigorously: "Nothing, I'm just too tired, and you think too much."
"Really? Well..." Arles showed an expression of reminiscence: "Well... On the way here just now, you have been staring at the arrow tree... Arrow tree... Arrow tree... Ah! I see! Master Ross seems to have said that this A group of serfs will live in the allocated land in the future, are you going to bury stakes by the river?"
"No!" Angus shook his head: "I just think that the arrow tree grows well, maybe I can ask Master Ross to allow me to cut two to make some backpacks."
"When we came here, there was a slope covered with vines, and you have been looking at it for a long time... Rattan... Rattan... Well, are you going to help Master Ross build a hanger for hanging slackers?"
"No!" Angus shook his head again: "I'm thinking about the ropes that tie the livestock!"
"Sharp stick! Shelf!" Regardless of Angus' explanation, Arles exclaimed, "What a good idea! Compared to this..." Waving the wooden stick in his hand, Arles looked at Angus The book is full of admiration for the witty man: "You can let Master Ross know how much we care about him!"
"Really not!" Angus shook his head again: "Arles, you think too much... don't talk about it."
"Huh? Oh... Oh!" Arles quickly lowered his voice, "That's right, this is a rare idea, and it cannot be stolen by others."
"Steal it? Oh!" Angus couldn't laugh or cry: "What are you thinking..."
When the two were talking, the other companions were not idle, pointing to the serf who had just been driven out of the hut by the companions, Angus continued: "What I am worried about is not 'being stolen', what I am worried about is that you scared Damn these poor people."
This time, Angus thought too much.
Poor people are not so easily frightened.
To be more precise, when seeing this large group of guards and the sticks in their hands, some serfs even showed a look of relief.
"It seems that these guys who came with us should be guarding us... Well, if this is the case, we will have a good life before autumn." An old serf said so.
"Have you been doing well?" It was a certain young serf.
"See the sticks in their hands?"
"I see..." The younger serf nodded, his face full of fear: "It's bigger than the police sticks in our village!"
"Big stick, the big stick for the new police officer..." The older serf smiled: "...it looks really scary, but the bigger the stick, the better..." As he said, the older serf moved his mouth to the young serf Next to it: "The bigger the stick, the more strength it needs, and the bigger the place to be hit... You will know at that time, it will definitely not hurt as much as the original stick in your village."
"Oh?"
"Also, do you see the thorns over there?" the older serf said again.
"I see, it's terrible."
"This must be something made by these new policemen..." The older serf commented: "There are too many thorns on the top. If it is an experienced policeman, it will definitely wear off the sharp thorns on the surface and leave the lower branches. If that's the case..." The old serf shuddered: "Only by not beating bad people, and it hurts like hell."
While the two were talking, the guards announced that from this day on, the serfs would have to work in the fields.
"Ah? You can finally start working!" The older serf was full of excitement.
"Yeah..." Next to him, another serf who was also not young was also very happy: "I just had to carry things around for several days. I didn't even do anything yesterday. I just lay there for nothing. What a shame. Worrying."
"Isn't it good not to work?" The young serf was puzzled.
"It's good not to work, but..." said the older serf, "We are needed every day, so we have a bite of food every day."
"It's a big mouthful! And it's mushy." The serf next to him corrected.
"Salted paste! Today's paste has been added with salt!" A little further to the side, a serf who had already been assigned to paste shouted loudly. —After arriving at the village of Aikeli, Wu Qingchen distributed a wooden bowl to each serf. —The first private property of this group of serfs.
"Ah!" "Master!" "Really?" Regardless of analyzing the differences between the old and new police officers, the serfs who were already tightly surrounded once again approached the wooden barrel containing the mush.
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an hour later.
Aikeli village is to the northeast, and Wu Qingchen's allotment has just been divided.
When Pastor Praia, Wu Qingchen, and Wu Qingchen's three students arrived, there were already two groups of serfs standing next to Wu Qingchen's allotment that had just been divided.
On the left is the new serf brought over by the new police officers; on the right is Antoine, the former serf brought over by Abbeville.
"Is this a serf?"
"Is this really a serf?"
"York and Harry, is it true?"
If you just look at the physical condition, the captured serfs and the serfs transferred by the parish are completely unbelievable. The group around them are a little thin and weak, but they must often be full. The guys who can basically sleep peacefully are actually serfs; however, looking at the marks on the feet of these guys and the scars on their bodies, the serfs have to be surprised to confirm that this group of people is indeed—or, it was indeed the same as themselves identity.
"Andre..." Everyone stood still, and Wu Qingchen greeted: "Is it okay?"
"Okay, brother Ross."
"Let's begin then."
"Okay." Andre nodded, and immediately turned to look at the serf beside him: "Lu Sien, you start here, you know?"
"Okay, sir!" The serf who was named nodded vigorously.
"Hmm..." Walking forward, Andre looked at another serf and said, "Jiais, you are here."
"Okay, master." Jayce also nodded.
"Kyle? You're here."
"Yes." Kyle nodded.
"Corey… "
"Yes, sir!" Cory bowed.
…
In this way, in about five minutes, the serfs led by Andre all stood at their assigned positions.
After finishing the arrangement, Andre fished out a lump of soil from the allotment, picked up a relatively straight branch, and started to work.
"Do you know what Your Excellency Andre is doing?" At this moment, Wu Qingchen spoke.
"The sundial." The three students answered in unison.
"That's right." Wu Qingchen nodded, "You guys should do one too."
"Okay, teacher."
The three of Basen bowed in unison, walked up to Andre, and started playing with mud... well, making a simple sundial.
A few minutes later, Andre and others completed the sundial.
Next, use the method of "discovering labor potential" that Wu Qingchen demonstrated to Andre before leaving Akeli Village (Chapter 122-129)...
The former serfs quickly completed the tasks of "post determination", "best individual award", "competition for employment", "leadership friendly", "team spirit", "vision outlook", "competition mechanism", "scheduled mixed arrangement". ", "anonymous complaints", "bonus incentives" and a series of processes.
In addition, due to the growth of status and prestige, Wu Qingchen also timely introduced "leadership responsibilities" and "project bonuses" for police officers. - The performance of the business department in charge of the relevant police station determines whether it is reprimanded or received a multiple of beans compared to the serfs.
"Beans! Even serfs can eat beans!"
"What are serfs! Look at the beans that the police officers get, three bowls... master! Four bowls of beans!"
"Master! Angus, did you see that? This is how Akeli village works..."
After a round of work was done, Arles stared at the "bonuses" that the serfs and police officers had received, his face full of shock.
"what!"
However, when Arles turned around, he realized that he was shocked too early:
Next to him, Angus's hands were originally empty, but at some point, there was an extra hand rake for weeding.
Holding this tool that is suitable for today's busy work, Angus is staring at the bean barrel surrounded by old police officers and old serfs. Bean barrels prepared by serfs.
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