Chapter 280 The Birth of a Saint (pseudo) (2 more)
When McDonald turned around, he happened to see Vereesa coming back.
"Vereesa, am I handsome?"
At this time, Veresa had her silver hair scattered behind her shoulders. The intense 'conversation' with her second sister made her sweat a lot, causing a few messy strands of hair to stick to her face, and one strand diagonally crossed her forehead.
Her eyes gave her already good-looking face a bit of mystery. Under her hair, half of her eyes were filled with water that was about to overflow.
"Hmm." It was a mosquito-like humming sound.
Mai swore that he had never seen Vereesa's face like this before.
Her silver hair always gave people a subconscious feeling of mystery and coldness. At this moment, she was like ice turning into water, so soft and charming that he was amazed, and even more excited.
"I just heard that you have decided to [Christmas]?" Vereesa said softly.
"Um."
"Does it mean the birth of a saint?"
It was as if an illusory thunder struck McDonald's head hard.
grass!
Played off!
Young Master, I have been tortured by foreign culture for so long that I almost forgot, where did the ‘holy’ come from in this world of Azeroth!?
For a moment, McDonald felt that he was a fool: "This is actually..."
"It's okay, we all understand!"
Wait, what do you understand?
McDonald had no idea what the Labor Law had brought to him.
At this moment, Alleria and Lor'themar were sitting across from each other in the right minister's office. What was in front of them was McDonald's new labor law.
Alleria smiled bitterly: "I'm still wondering, what kind of saint is born this Christmas? Azeroth has always only had the Winter Veil Festival."
The Winter Veil Festival starts on December 16th every year and ends on January 2nd next year, lasting about 17 days.
Lor'themar fingered each common font on the labor law, his eyes full of admiration.
"Based on this labor law, the lord wants to call himself a [saint]. At least I agree with it. Alas, it's really ridiculous. More than 600,000 refugees are piled up in the western part of Stratholme Territory. Barthras and I and a lot of others
Internal Affairs Officer, I have tried my best to think of how to solve it. After the Lord returned, a piece of "Labor Law" solved this precarious situation. I must admit that I am not as good as him - whether it is courage or wisdom."
Alleria: "How to say?"
"There are too many refugees! Refugees cannot be relieved by giving them food. They need houses to avoid the cold, firewood for heating, food and drinking water. These are the most basic needs of life. I have checked the Kingdom of Lordaeron
According to historical data, when encountering natural disasters in the past, lords and local officials were able to provide food relief to refugees. This has been called a benevolent king."
Alleria nodded. It would be good if the refugees could survive. It was difficult to care about so many things.
People who die on the way to escape for various reasons will be attributed to bad luck.
Lor'themar looked up to the sky and sighed, and he began to narrate continuously:
"Even if we are both refugees, we have various needs. For example, medical care, clothing needs, diversified food needs, etc. On top of these, there are also spiritual needs, such as recognition of self-worth. In the face of natural disasters, these needs
Additional demands are often ignored by the lords. It’s not that they don’t want to do it, but that they are unable to do it.”
"From the beginning to the end of the Second Dark Portal War, I took over this position. I worked hard to expand the territory, develop every mine, and reclaim every land that can be farmed. However, the territory of Stratholme Territory, for
More than two million, almost three million people, is still too small."
"I have tried my best to increase the number of jobs to about 500,000. There is no way. There are only so many resources available in the territory, but we have to feed Stormwind, Alterac, and most of the refugees in the Kingdom of Lordaeron.
.In just one year, Barcellas was already bald."
Alleria understood: "Only when you have a job can you earn money, and only when you have money can you obtain other necessities of life."
"Yes! The factories in the territory, especially the military factories, now have a 12-hour work system and two shifts of workers a day. The Lord's "Labor Law" means that at least three shifts of workers are needed. This will suddenly create at least 250,000 more labor positions.
.This means that at least 1 million people have gained an economic foundation. The Lord’s vision is too long-term. He not only looks at the current 600,000 refugees, he also sees the crisis of the influx of more refugees.”
Alleria took a breath of cold air.
250,000 jobs, plus the families behind them, as well as a series of supporting facilities such as houses and clothing.
It is no exaggeration to say "there are countless living people" to McDonald.
Everything is great, the only problem is money!
Who would dare to do this if it weren't for Macdonald, who was the Duke, to make the decision?
With the rubbish productivity of this era, you will destroy yourself in a matter of minutes.
But does it matter?
unimportant!
Like a magic trick, McDonald took out N boxes of gold coins from the vault. Careful internal affairs officers have already discovered that a lot of the money comes from Dalaran, because the coins there contain trace amounts of elemental residues, and they emit light even in the dark.
Elemental shimmer.
God knows what deal their lord made with Dalaran.
This is not what the Interior Minister should ask.
The boss makes the decisions and the younger brother does the work.
On December 24, a large number of refugees gathered in Dalong County suddenly heard a holy message.
"The Duke of Stratholme has returned! His Excellency the Duke announced the implementation of the Labor Law..."
Refugees cannot understand the above content.
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What they understood was that the factory that had not been hiring before was hiring again, and not only that, but also reducing working hours. At the same time, the workers who were still working in the factory were told that their working hours would be reduced, but their wages would not be reduced.
A large number of refugees were taken away by various factory supervisors. Every time a refugee was taken away, he was taking a group of people with him.
At the same moment, the Stratholme soldiers who were on an expedition suddenly learned about the return of the lord. Also, for the first time, the [Soldier Expedition Subsidy] appeared on the continent of Azeroth.
On the 25th, when the news spread throughout the territory, all the soldiers and civilians in Stratholme territory shouted in unison.
"Saint Macdonald Stratholme!"
Early in the morning, when McDonald was about to sleep in, he was frightened by the loud cheers and fell out of bed.
Putting on my nightgown, I walked to the bedroom window. As soon as I opened the window, I was immediately shivered by the cold wind.
There is a fireplace in his bedroom for heating, and it is naturally cold with the windows open.
"The lord is coming out!" Someone shouted, and the cheers of the soldiers and people immediately increased by an octave, and their voices soared into the sky.
"Long live Saint Macdonald——"
McDonald's was embarrassed.
Maybe you don’t believe it, but actually I just want to lose my fortune quickly. Your benefits are really just incidental!
"Knock, knock!" There was a knock on the door.
"who?"
"It's me! Valeera! Master, are you awake?"
"What's up?"
"No, we all discussed it and adopted your design, my lord. We will wear special clothes throughout the day to increase the festive atmosphere."
Ten minutes later, McDonald looked at the three Windrunner sisters, Liadrin and Valeera. They were all wearing fiery red velvet jackets, tops and short skirts, and Christmas girl outfits with white stockings...
Tears flowed down from the corners of my mouth unsatisfactorily.
