She brought a total of ten doctors, but she had to face three thousand slaves waiting for medical examinations. From noon to evening, Imma did not even have time to eat.
Reggie put a coat on her behind, and the sensitive Imma woke up immediately.
"Who! Whoever dares to touch me, see if I don't chop off your hand!"
Imma suffered a bit during the day, as there were always some wanton men who wanted to take advantage of the beautiful female doctor.
"Do you really want to chop off your hands?" Reggie asked nervously.
Seeing that it was Reggie, Imma breathed a sigh of relief, then complained: "Are you still willing to come?"
"I want to come over and help you every moment, but there are still many things waiting for me to deal with. Is everything going smoothly here?"
Imma stretched and said: "Just force it. Most of the people are healthy. A few have a fever, as if they have a cold. They are more dangerous. I sent them to other places, and the rest are
It’s nothing serious, there are still a few women who are not very clean and they need some time to be treated slowly.”
Reggie said affectionately: "Thank you for your hard work."
Imma snorted and said: "Don't talk such nonsense, okay? Let's first tell you how many gold coins you plan to reward me and my doctor."
Reggie said: "You will get five gold coins as a reward, and the other doctors will have their salaries doubled this month."
Imma smiled and said: "This is what I like most about you. You never care about money. What do you plan to do with these slaves? Are you going to sell them to rich people in the city? If the price is fair, I also plan to buy a few.
There are several slaves who know medical skills and can be helpers in the hospital."
"Uh... these slaves are not for sale," Reggie was a little embarrassed. He didn't know how to explain to Imma, "I plan to give them land and let them survive here."
"Land? Give them?" Imma stared at Reggie with two strange eyes. Her surprised look was always so charming, "Are you crazy? You must be crazy!"
Reggie smiled and said, "Yes, I'm crazy." After being asked the same question many times, Reggie simply admitted that he was crazy.
"Why do you want to give them land?" Even if Reggie is really crazy, Imma still has to ask, "Who do they think they are? I don't even have my own land in Broken Snow City!"
This cannot be blamed on Irma. In this era, people's concept of slaves is the same as livestock. No one can understand what Reggie did when giving land to slaves.
"If you really need it, I can give you a piece of land, but I won't give it to them. It's for rent, and they have to pay rent."
"Rent?" Imma asked in surprise, "What do they use to pay the rent?"
Reggie said: "You will know soon. You just said that there are slaves who know medical skills. Are you sure they can work in the hospital?"
"What do you want to do? Let them become doctors?" Imma looked at Reggie alertly, it seemed that he had something even crazier to do.
Reggie smiled and said: "It depends on how you decide. The recruitment meeting is about to begin."
"Recruitment? Conference? What is this?"
Reggie didn't continue to explain. An hour later, some heavyweights in the city appeared one after another.
Calaf was sitting behind a desk, on which was a wooden sign with the word "Artisan" written on it.
At first, only one slave came over, because most of the slaves were illiterate. Calaf called Dorothy and used her ability to shout: "All craftsmen, come to me!"
After a few shouts, a long queue formed in front of the table, and Calaf began to question the slaves in front of him one by one.
"May I have your name?"
"Todsey."
"Can you understand this drawing?" Khalaf took out a simple three-dimensional view of a bolt.
Todesai looked at it for a long time, shook his head and said, "Sir, I don't understand."
"Are you a carpenter or a blacksmith?"
"I am a blacksmith, my lord."
"The blacksmith goes to the left."
Noros was sitting next to Calaf. He glanced at Todesai and asked, "Are you a blacksmith?"
"Yes, my lord."
"Can you make a sword?"
"I can forge swords, my lord, and I can forge many weapons."
"Tell me how to sharpen the sword."
…
Old Hill was responsible for selecting sailors, and the young man sitting opposite him was very strong.
"Have you really ever sailed a boat?"
"I have been a helmsman, my lord."
"Don't brag, young man, can you steer the Falcon battleship?"
…
Batchelor was screening scholars, and he met a strange guy. His name was Swindel Tut. Few slaves have a surname. He claimed that he knew the alphabet, but it was not the common language, but the ancient Bachelor.
He also recited an ancient epic poem in Barrett language.
If it were anyone else, he might have been able to get over it successfully, but unfortunately Swindell encountered a living library. Batchelor could not only understand Barrett, but also read and write fluently.
He wrote a passage in Barrett and asked him to read it out on the spot, and Swindell was exposed.
He didn't recognize the Barrett language. He had memorized that epic poem by heart. In fact, he didn't recognize any writing. After being eliminated by Bachelo, this guy still refused to settle down and ran to Calaf again.
Go try your luck.
He claimed to be a blacksmith, but Nolos discovered his flaw.
"If nothing else, let's just talk about your hands," Noros shook his head. "I even doubt whether you have ever held a hammer!"
"Of course I have held a hammer, but my method is different from yours. I will not use all my strength on the hammer handle, which will wear out the palm of my hand. My method is..."
"I don't want to hear your method," Nolos said impatiently, "Tell me how to make iron."
"Uh... I'm a blacksmith, but I don't make iron. It's easy to understand. Just like a chef doesn't necessarily have to farm by himself, it's the same reason."
"Really?" Norlos sneered, "What do you know about me? Casting or forging?"
"I can cast, and my craft is quite good." Swindell took out a "little bird", which is a small bronze gadget. "Sir, you see, I can use it to make a sound, which is exactly the same as the bird's cry."
.”
Swindell took the copper bird and blew it. The copper bird made a strange sound, which was like a whistle and a bird's song, which made Nolos couldn't help but laugh.
"You are a street artist, right?" Noros smiled, "You can go, I don't need a blacksmith like you."
"Sir, I still have many good things. I, I also have a frog made of iron, and I also have a pot of very delicious wine..."
"That's enough!" Noros took away his smile, "I'm in a good mood today, that's why I allowed you to talk nonsense for so long. If you say one more word, I will ask the guards to cut out your tongue."
"Sir, please take a look at my things..." Swindell still wanted to pester him, but Nolos called the guards and whispered: "This is a liar, teach him a lesson."
The guard pushed Swindell to the ground and kicked him twice. A five or six-year-old girl rushed over, hugged Swindell and shouted: "Don't hit my dad, don't hit him!"
The guards immediately stopped. The little girl's cry attracted many onlookers, and Reggie also came over. It seemed that they were in trouble.
Reggie pulled Swindell up and asked, "What happened?"
Swindell didn't dare to speak, and the guards didn't dare to speak either. Nolos said tremblingly: "This is a liar, he pretends to be a blacksmith."
Reggie turned around and asked, "Is that so?"
Swindell shook his head and said: "I am really a craftsman, sir. I dare not deceive you. Look at my birds and my frogs. Then try my wine..."
Reggie listened to the chirping of the birds and saw that the iron frog could jump. Don't underestimate these gadgets, especially the frog. It was already considered a top-notch mechanical product in this era.
As for his wine, for the sake of safety, Modesa let Swindell take a sip by himself. He took another sip and found that it was not poisonous before letting Reggie take a sip.
The wine was very strong and made Reggie feel nauseous. Judging from the taste, the alcohol concentration had exceeded 50%.
"How did you do it?" Reggie asked curiously, "Did you use distillation?"
"I don't understand what you mean, sir."
"Just use fire to evaporate the alcohol and then cool it down..."
Before Reggie could finish speaking, Swindell shook his head and said, "I didn't use fire, sir."
"Then how did you purify the alcohol?"
Although he did not understand the word "alcohol", Swindell seemed to understand the meaning of purification: "You are right, sir, my wine is very pure, very pure, and I can make it even purer."
Reggie said: "So I asked you what method you used?"
"I cannot tell you, my lord," said Swindell, "unless you agree to one condition."
Vice-captain Mardi gritted his teeth and said: "Slave, do you know who you are talking to? Believe it or not, I will dig out your eyes right now."