Voodoo Swamp is the worst human settlement in the Black Forest, with a bunch of bad people living here. But for Zhou Qingfeng, who has no foundation, he can only rely on this poor place as his foundation to settle down and live.
The people in the settlements underwent transformation at the hands of Zhou Qingfeng, which, to put it mildly, meant 'stimulating employment and maintaining social stability through large-scale infrastructure construction.'
So far, the effect is very obvious. At least all the wastes praised Mr. Hugo for his kindness, which allowed people to barely have enough to eat without causing any big trouble when external traffic was cut off.
In order to use the population of the settlement for his own use, Zhou Qingfeng had to use precious materials, including food, to win people's hearts. Although he knew that building a road, digging a well, and building a toilet were of little significance to him, these
Things have to be done.
Such a transformation would not last long, but at least it would be glamorous for the time being. When outsiders such as Luke and Nal came to Voodoo Swamp, they naturally saw novelties everywhere and felt that they had gained a lot.
The group of people arrived at the dwarf witch doctor's shack. The five Coldwind City craftsmen headed by Wilson were in charge of the work here. Seeing the craftsmen and the trebuchet, Luke and others breathed a sigh of relief, and were a little more excited about the next action.
confidence.
Zhou Qingfeng didn't have time to talk nonsense. He was pressed for time and asked Wilson directly how the settlement team was being formed. Can they start setting off immediately?
Wilson reported carefully: "The transport team of fifty people is ready. I organized them into five groups, and our five craftsmen personally led the team. This can ensure that all vehicles including the trebuchet can set off normally."
"In addition, I feel that the transportation team is not enough. I also recruited a logistics team of fifty people. They mainly cook, set up camp, and do some chores. There will be a war next, and someone must do these jobs."
"In addition, we took away a hundred people from the settlement and all the food. What should we do with the remaining two hundred? I don't know how to deal with this. After all, there is not enough food."
When Wilson made the report, he felt a little uneasy. He probably knew what Zhou Qingfeng wanted to do, but he was a little soft-hearted, so he took it upon himself to recruit fifty more people in the name of the "Logistics Team". In this way, fewer people would starve to death in the settlement.
Zhou Qingfeng actually knew that those skinny guys in the settlement couldn't do much logistics work, and bringing them along would be a complete burden. But after he closed his eyes slightly and considered it, he sighed and said: "Let's recruit another hundred logistics workers.
."
The war is approaching, and Zhou Qingfeng already has enough capital and a sufficient stage to show his abilities. The role of the springboard of Voodoo Swamp is greatly reduced. He is afraid that he will not come back after leading the team away this time.
The people left behind have no food and clothing, and mass deaths will occur within a few days.
Being able to follow Zhou Qingfeng at this time is like being on "Schindler's List" and having a chance of survival.
But every time there is one more person in the team, there is one more person who can't do much work, and one more mouth to eat. It is a huge burden to restore these people's ability to work - the materials Zhou Qingfeng brought from reality are enough
He uses it himself.
Fifty more moves made Wilson very uneasy. He was even more shocked when he heard that Zhou Qingfeng actually opened his mouth to hit a hundred more. His original uneasiness turned into panic, and he couldn't help but remind him: "Your Excellency Hugo, we
The food is only afraid of..."
"How many days will we have enough food to last if we recruit 100 more people?" Zhou Qingfeng asked with a gloomy face and a low voice.
"Four days at most." Wilson held up four fingers covertly, for fear of being seen by others, "But once you start working, even a slave must eat more, otherwise he will die from exhaustion in one day. So maybe he can only hold on
Two days. If there are fewer people..."
"There is no need to have fewer people." Zhou Qingfeng shook his head decisively, "Two days are enough. Within two days we must capture the orc stronghold and steal the food from the traitors to feed ourselves.
Also, tell the people in the settlements to follow if you want to survive. I don’t have any extra food for them, but I can find a way for them to survive.”
"You want to take everyone in this settlement with you?" Wilson shook his head like a rattle, "No, no, this is absolutely not possible. Mr. Hugo, I know your kindness, but you really don't have to
Save everyone here.
The people living in the voodoo swamp are actually homeless people, thieves, and body snatchers, and they are not worthy of sympathy at all. I know the character of these garbage very well, and no matter how many benefits I give them, they will not be grateful at all."
"I know." Zhou Qingfeng nodded with a wry smile, "I know that this poor settlement is full of garbage, and I don't want to save them. I just give them a way to survive. If anyone dares to cause trouble, they will be executed."
Apart from getting an incomprehensible "too kind" from Wilson, this behavior really did not bring any obvious benefit to Zhou Qingfeng. But there was nothing he could do about it. Human power is not leeks. It is difficult to regenerate after death. If you can keep one, you will be one.
Those who do not plan for the long term cannot plan for the short term. If Zhou Qingfeng wants to live a good life in the future, he must plan carefully to accumulate power now.
Luke and others came to Voodoo Swamp not as guests. After they confirmed that the craftsmen and trebuchets were intact, they escorted these precious personnel and materials to leave quickly and rush to the battlefield. Everyone was so busy that they could only eat some dry food.
Stop for a moment.
Zhou Qingfeng issued an order, and Wilson had no choice but to comply.
When the call to gather and set off sounded, the true side of the Voodoo Swamp was revealed to the adventurers.
The half-human, half-ghost residents walked out of the shacks one by one. Their steps were staggering and their eyes were dull. African refugees were living better than them. Some were as thin as living skeletons, with sunken eye sockets and ribs.
Counting and walking a few steps makes me exhausted.
"Sir Hugo, are you going to take these people to the battlefield?" Na'er was the most shocked. Even the worst servants under her could destroy the trash in front of her. "You are too kind. These burdens are worthless.
, they will only drag us down."
"I know." Zhou Qingfeng also sighed. It was also the first time that he gathered everyone together, and it was also the first time that he knew that hunger can turn people into ghosts. Looking at those people who could only wait to die, he felt sad in his heart.
"I'm not kind, I'm just..."
At the end of the sentence, I really didn’t know what to say.
At most half of the people in the settlement can take care of themselves, and the rest are just like the walking zombies. If Zhou Qingfeng hadn't been giving porridge to everyone these days, they would have started to die on a large scale. But now these people are nothing more than the walking dead.
A living person only has a lot of breath.
Some people really fell to the ground during the gathering and never got up again.
The adventurers are all high-ranking masters. No matter how miserable and poor they are, they will not be hungry for a while.
When they first entered the settlement, the accompanying adventurers were curious about Zhou Qingfeng's various measures to manage the settlement. But now that they saw how shabby his family was, they were a little suspicious and despised. Although they didn't say it with their mouths, they felt in their hearts
But he was muttering.
When Wilson spent a lot of effort to gather everyone, when the people from the transportation team and the logistics team were rushing to push the carriage to leave, when there were still more than a hundred waste books that were about to be abandoned, they looked helplessly at the convoy.
Take away all survival supplies...
The emotions of the abandoned people fell into depression.
This is a silent death march, and those who cannot keep up will only starve to death on the roadside.
"I have to say something, I have to give them some hope."
When the team started to set off, Zhou Qingfeng rode to the roadside, stood on a high place, and shouted at the top of his voice: "You garbage people in the Voodoo Swamp, I am Victor Hugo, listen to what I have to say."