"Roy, this nutritional cream making machine is worshiped by the villagers every day. I feel like it is about to become a god." A volunteer member holding a laser rifle said to his companions.
In front of the nutritional ointment making machine, I saw groups of people in tattered clothes but relatively clean bodies, kneeling down, praying, and speaking simple languages.
They were very pious, and their honest faces showed gratitude without any pretense.
"Seeing them, I think this gun is even more important." Roy clenched the Gatling in his hand and said to the volunteer member.
"Yes, these people make me feel the happiness of the lord, ah, Master Robinson, what a nice name, but unfortunately I can only understand this sentence now." Robinson replied.
"Then you need to ask Sarah to teach you the native language. It will take 20 years for them to learn the language of civilized people." Roy said with a smile.
In fact, Roy and Robinson completely underestimated the agency of these degenerate people.
There is no need to do heavy and dangerous work. You only need to work for two or three hours a day and then you can go home and rest.
Some smart people among them began to take the initiative to listen to the lectures where the children were attending classes.
Among a hundred people, there are always four or five who are particularly shrewd and good at adapting.
This is the characteristic of human beings. Once they gather together, no matter how stupid the group is, smart individuals will appear. This is the result of mutual communication and cooperation.
Smart individuals can gain greater survival advantages and give birth to more offspring. As selection continues from generation to generation, their IQ will gradually increase.
In fact, just a month or two later, the five volunteers who stayed in this first southern settlement were pleasantly surprised to find that someone could already do some extremely simple daily tasks with them without the help of a translator.
dialogue.
For example, "Hello, sir, hello, sir."
"Today is also very good. I ate very well."
"My name is xxx, I can count to five."
"I'll give you what you asked for, sir."
This shows that the IQ of degraded people is recovering rapidly.
In two months, they learned some simple daily expressions. As long as they are brave and the other person is not a vicious devil, they can communicate with each other.
This brings them great convenience.
Settlement defenses are built faster.
Various tools are better prepared.
They evolved from wood and stone tools to steel tools.
When Yang Weite left, he deliberately left behind a machine tool that could make simple labor tools and some materials.
Of course, it is impossible to achieve self-sufficiency.
They need to find their own specialty products within five years and join the trade system of the volunteer army and college consortium.
Get rid of the role of passive blood replenishment as soon as possible.
These degenerate people are very diligent, or if they are not diligent, they have been beaten to death by the fat lord.
They try to work as much as possible, even if it is not efficient.
The five volunteer army members followed the development plan left by Yang Weite step by step.
After the defense system is built, some simple handicrafts can be started.
For example, more advanced food processing, making pastries, biscuits...
Nutritional creams can meet the needs of people at the bottom, but people with a little bit of spending power will not eat them.
Just like people in developed countries, they will not eat moldy food or even waste it wantonly. Instead, they are very fond of some special snacks.
These new settlements do these jobs and meet the low-level trade needs.
Then gradually trade upgrades.
This is all based on existing historical experience.
As long as you're not facing mutants and radiation monsters.
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Yang Weite received a telegram from the first southern settlement behind.
As mentioned above, everything went smoothly.
There are no too powerful radiation monsters here.
As the saying goes, the most powerful monsters are always man-made, and they will surround places with the most advanced technology.
It looks like a terrifying and mysterious wilderness, but in fact the monsters are pitifully weak and just ordinary monsters that have naturally mutated.
They don't have the infinite strength and firearms skills of mutants. No matter how they mutate, they are just protein and meat, and cannot violate the natural mutation laws of this planet.
However, man-made ones are different. People can give monsters mechanical deities.
They continue to head south and have begun to find some clues.
They were looking for a production line related to making mushrooms, and this production line was located in a city in the direction they were heading.
That city has long been buried in the forest.
They were still hundreds of kilometers away from this urban forest.
However, some abandoned road signs can already be seen, marking the direction leading to the city.
Just to the southeast.
"We have to speed up." Yang Weite said to everyone.
"Yes, Chief of Staff."
Everyone responded.
After a difficult month of trekking, they finally arrived at the city.
During this period, some people have been injured, some have become ill, but fortunately, no one has died yet.
The soldiers were very excited about this, and Yang Weite was a little incomprehensible about it.
Until the soldiers told him that for such a long journey, one-tenth of the number of people would be reduced on the road.
They are not the Brotherhood of Steel, who have huge helicarriers that can easily come from the sky.
There are too many dangers when marching on land. A poisonous snake, a poisonous scorpion, or a centipede may kill a soldier while camping at night.
However, although they were injured and sick, no one died. This can only be due to the commander's luck.
Soldiers are too superstitious, because the battlefield is too stressful and scary, so everyone needs something superstitious to cheer themselves up.
"Lucky Yang Weite" became his nickname.
The soldiers were willing to follow him.
After Yang Weite heard this, he felt a little flattered. After all, he was just a low-class person from a backward world.
"You are indeed very lucky. Not just anyone can meet the old popsicle when they arrive." Mr. Skillful Hands affirmed, "It's as if a god is paying attention to you."
Yang Weite was stunned. He remembered that he was captured by people from the civilized world and said, "It was also for survival."
Could it be that they actually value the gods behind them?
Haha, even a humble worker like me would be favored by God.
Doesn’t God only like clean nobles, beautiful young ladies, devout priests, noble kings, and beautiful princesses?
When will we take another look at lowly workers like them?
Yang Weite found it funny. He didn't even believe it, but others would actually believe that he was blessed by gods?
But he was indeed lucky.
When entering the city, they discovered a trap in time.
A trap that could kill everyone.
The entire city is a nest of mutant spiders.
They are very cunning and well hidden.
They usually do not weave webs, but hide the webs inside their bodies and make a living as nomads.
Once an enemy is discovered, he calls his companions and sprays out the net to trap the enemy.
It can be said that there is already the prototype of wolf pack tactics.
This move is enough to take down most of the less powerful prey.
They have venom, a net, quantity, and patience... It can be said that they are the nemesis of Yang Weite and his group.
If trapped by them, the two-headed cow will be the first to suffer misfortune.
After they lose their supplies, they will be eaten separately by these spiders.
