Harmony Village is a rare and pleasant place in Northland. Although at first glance, the sky, land, grass, trees, and houses here are no different from other places. But the people living here can smile.
Zhou Qingfeng does not collect taxes and only monopolizes commercial shops in the village. He does not levy labor at will, but instead spends money to hire people to work. He values population, and human life is worth a few dollars in his eyes. He hates the solidification of classes and untouchables.
There is always a way out.
Compared with other towns, the more than 2,000 people in Harmony Village live a very comfortable life. The laws in the village are very simple. There are no rules and regulations to torture and restrict the lower class, nor do they give unrestricted privileges to the upper class.
This is great good governance, and no one dislikes it.
The people in the village spontaneously love Victor Hugo. They know very well who their current happiness comes from. Of course, the old profiteer Rubio was also ordered to organize a small number of people to publicize internally and make it clear about the good and evil in the world.
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Harmony Village has been established for more than half a year. When Zhou Qingfeng returned from Banshee Castle, Cyric made a rare sigh in his mind - the souls of the villagers have become much purer, and many people have a tendency to evolve towards red.
The origins of the people in the village are complex. Even the Black Forest natives, who are the largest in number, originally lived in more than a dozen settlements that were conflicting or even hostile to each other. In addition, there were a large number of adventurers and refugees from other places, and their minds were even more confused.
When the diverse population came under Zhou Qingfeng's command, a brand new rule began to restrict them. They were not allowed to fight at will, and they were not allowed to bully the weak. They had to be civilized and polite, and only by keeping to themselves could they have food. Those who did not obey the rules would be expelled at the least, or put to death at the worst.
Different from the past, the rules may seem awkward but have a huge impact, forcibly reversing the originally hostile interpersonal relationships, and the extremely utilitarian thinking is gradually changing. This is the biggest difference between Harmony Village and other places, but few people can explain it clearly.
The change in thought was very slow and difficult to detect in the village. But Cyric was trapped in Zhou Qingfeng's mind and followed him everywhere. When quantitative changes led to qualitative changes, the mad god, who was very sensitive to the soul, finally noticed the difference.
People in the village are coming and going, and everything seems normal. But even the rudest barbarians are learning to use words such as "please, hello, thank you, sorry, goodbye" to talk to people. In the past, they would just bang the table and shout.
'Hi'.
Reshaping etiquette and integrity is something Zhou Qingfeng has been doing even though he didn't expect it. His original intention was actually that he didn't like many situations.
After repeated training, education, and restraint, the gray souls of the villagers have obviously become more agile and active. Some people with excellent qualifications even reveal a hint of red, which is a sign of advancement.
"This scene can only be seen in big cities with affluent life." Cyric rarely praised Zhou Qingfeng. But this time he came back, he was extremely excited, "If half of the villagers turned red, it would be huge.
success."
For gods, low-level souls are not qualified to believe in them, and the belief of high-quality souls is the foundation for maintaining their existence.
Zhou Qingfeng turned to the military camp in the village, where his rookie bodyguards were being trained. These children, whose average age was fifteen years old, had grown a lot and were much stronger now, and were very different from the frail and frail appearance they once had.
The fifty personal guards received martial arts training from the old knight Nasai during the day, and cultural classes taught by Shili at night. After half a year, their physical and mental outlooks had been greatly changed.
Zhou Qingfeng came in from outside the military camp and shouted "line up". The guards scattered around the training ground were able to form a simple queue of several lines in half a minute and quickly report the number. A squad leader in each line stood up and reported to him clearly.
,easy to understand.
Cyric began to boast again: "Yes, yes, their souls are very good, and they are stronger than the villagers outside. As long as they train for another one or two years, they will become low-level warriors, and at least half of them will be promoted in five years."
Intermediate level.”
Zhou Qingfeng briefly inspected his personal guards, but in his mind he asked Cyric: "What do you want to say, you lunatic?"
"I'm learning from you." Cyric laughed loudly, "Victor Hugo, you are indeed a genius. I have always wanted you to be used by me, but you were unwilling. I was annoyed and angry about this,
Even violent, but I was wrong.
You can't hide anything from me, so why don't I just learn from you? In addition to that idiot Kelly, I have countless believers, a large number of wise and profound pastors, and more reliable voters.
I have sorted out what you have done and passed it on to my followers elsewhere in the form of oracles. If you are so successful in this poor northern land, I will definitely be able to do better in other places."
Hahaha..., Cyric's laughter became more harsh and crazy, "Victor Hugo, you can't defeat me after all. I am an immortal and invincible god, the god of murder, and the great
of dark sun.
You are just a mortal. All your successes will be copied by me, and I will do better than you. You will eventually find that your so-called wisdom is ridiculous."
If you can do it, I can do it even better.
Cyric's idea is that simple.
Zhou Qingfeng did not comment on this. He gave a few simple words of encouragement to his personal guards, then turned to look at the other side of the training ground. In addition to his personal guards, he also recruited a group of adventurers.
For example, Inessa's retainers, Black Forest natives like Luke, and naturalized outsiders like Adrian. These people can be used immediately, numbering about twenty. But they are not disciplined and always bring
It smells like a rogue bandit.
Zhou Qingfeng didn't pay much attention to this group of adventurers, letting the old knight Nasser and the halfling Kelly manage them. Hearing the call of 'line up', they stood up but huddled together, laughing and joking.
It wasn't until they noticed Zhou Qingfeng's ugly face that the adventurers lined up for a moment.
"Your Excellency Nasser." Zhou Qingfeng shouted, "Let these people practice."
The old knight stood up and waved to show the adventurers one-on-one training to his leader. But Zhou Qingfeng shook his head and said: "I'm not very interested in personal bravery. Let them wear armor and switch to wooden weapons, and follow me
The personal guards attack."
Everyone was shocked, and the adventurers even laughed. The old knight whispered: "Sir Hugo, your personal guards have made great progress in the past six months. But if you fight against these veterans, you will lose miserably."
"Then let me see how miserable it is." Zhou Qingfeng was very stubborn. He just didn't like the casual look of those adventurers. "How miserable can you know how to practice next? I won't allow a bunch of rubbish.
Waste of food.”
When the leader speaks, the people below will naturally follow suit.
The rookie bodyguards went to put on armor. However, the adventurers lazily grabbed some wooden weapons wrapped in rags and stood in a group casually. In the latter's view, those rookies were just armed attendants at best and could only do
Some chores.
All the rookies in the queue were equipped with spears. This cheap weapon was specially used by serfs. Following the old knight's command, the adventurers opposite them immediately moved to the left and right, skillfully avoiding the front of the spears and attacking the two wings.
Zhou Qingfeng did not use the 'Holy Light' to command his personal guards. Needless to say, there was no need to watch the next battle. The rookies were completely defeated. They were beaten all over the head by the veteran adventurers before they could hold on for a minute. They were just sitting on the ground.
He was crying loudly on the ground.
The veterans who won easily were so proud that they even stepped on them humiliatingly, making the rookies suffer even more.
The old knight sighed behind Zhou Qingfeng, "Sir Hugo, your personal guards are actually well trained, but they are too immature after all. Without your personal command, they will lose miserably."
Zhou Qingfeng whispered: "In half a month, we will go to Cold Wind City. This kind of actual combat drill must be carried out at least once a day.
Let those rookies figure out how to deal with it. I hope they will cooperate more and use their brains more. Tell them that there are people outside the village who want to live their lives. Wastes have no right to live."
Before he finished speaking, Cyric also shouted: "This kind of training looks good, I want to learn it, I want to learn it too. I want to rebuild the 'Dagger of the Dark Sun' that once ran rampant in Faerûn, and I want to follow this method.
practice."
Zhou Qingfeng's face sank, and he cursed with disdain in his heart: "Cyric, you are really crazy. The spirit embodied in the rules wants to imitate me, but in the end I am afraid that you will just 'imitate the cat and the tiger' and seek your own death!"