Black Marsh Village is the worst human settlement in the Black Forest, and the village is also populated by a bunch of bad people. But for Zhou Qingfeng, who has no foundation, he can only rely on this muddy village as his foundation to settle down and live.
The village underwent transformation under Zhou Qingfeng's hands. To put it mildly, it meant 'promoting employment and maintaining social stability through large-scale infrastructure construction.'
So far, the effect is very obvious. At least the trash in the village all praised Mr. Hugo's kindness. Even when external traffic was cut off, the villagers could barely eat enough without causing any big trouble.
In order to make the village his own, Zhou Qingfeng had to use precious materials, including food, to win over people in the village. 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 cannot last long, but at least it will be bright for the time being. When outsiders such as Luke and Nal came to Black Marsh Village, 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 village team was organized and if they could start 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 village and took away 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". This should save fewer villagers from starving to death in the village.
Zhou Qingfeng actually knew that those 'skinny' guys in the village couldn't do much logistics work, and it would be a complete burden to bring them along. But after he closed his eyes slightly and considered it, he sighed and said: "Let's recruit another hundred logistics staff.
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The war is approaching, and Zhou Qingfeng already has enough capital and a stage to show his abilities. The role of Black Marsh Village as a springboard has been 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.
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
It lasts 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 conquer the Violent Rat Village and steal the food from the goblins to feed ourselves.
Also, tell the people in the village that those who want to survive can follow. I don’t have any extra food for them, but I can find a way for them to survive."
"You want to take the whole village 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 need to save this place.
Everyone in the village.
The village is actually full of homeless people, thieves, and body snatchers, and they are not worthy of sympathy at all. I know very well the character of these garbage, 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 village 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 benefits to Zhou Qingfeng. But there was nothing he could do about it...
The moment Zhou Qingfeng returned to the village, the virtual screen that had been silent for a long time suddenly popped up and issued him a task - to save as many villagers in Black Marsh Village as possible and let them live until all fifteen human villages were liberated.
The task reward will be calculated by the number of villagers who survive in the end.
This forced Zhou Qingfeng to 'show great mercy'.
Luke and others came to Black Marsh Village not as guests. After they confirmed that the craftsmen and trebuchets were in good condition, 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, and there was no
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 Black Marsh Village was revealed to the adventurers.
Villagers with half-clothes and half-ghosts 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 that were
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 the whole village together, and it was also the first time that he knew that hunger can turn people into ghosts. Looking at the villagers who could only wait to die, his heart was filled with tears.
Sadness. "I am not kind, I am just..."
At the end of the sentence, I really didn’t know what to say.
At most half of the villagers can take care of themselves, and the rest are just like the walking zombies. If Zhou Qingfeng hadn't been giving porridge to the whole village these days, they would have started to die on a large scale. But now these people are nothing more than zombies.
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 village, the adventurers accompanying them were curious about Zhou Qingfeng's various measures to manage the village. 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 it in their hearts.
The criminal muttered.
When Wilson spent a lot of effort to gather the people in the village, when the people from the transportation team and the logistics team were rushing to push the carriages to leave, when there were still more than a hundred books left that would be abandoned, the villagers looked helplessly.
Take away all survival supplies in the convoy...
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 with a serious face: "You garbage people in Black Marsh Village, listen to what I have to say."