The tired draft horse panted heavily, and its feet became weak and kept slipping. The night's work consumed too much energy, and it could not pull the heavy carriage.
The driver behind the wheel raised his whip and cracked the whip in the air, but was reluctant to continue whipping it. Large animals are more valuable property than people and must be treated well.
The dwarf witch doctor ran to the carriage on short legs. He took a look at the condition of the draft horse and shouted to the other side of the road, "Nar, this horse is dying."
"Damn it, you bastards deserve to go to hell. Even animals don't deserve such abuse."
The stout female druid ran over cursing. She used the magic of 'pacify animals' to make the draft horse quiet, and quickly removed the halter and harness from the draft horse, and pulled it to the roadside to rest.
"This old-style carriage is not easy to use at all. It consumes too much horsepower." Na'er comforted the draft horse and found food and water for it. "We need to replace all the carriages with new ones. It can pull more and save effort."
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"It is not easy to modify a carriage. It is said that the forging yard in Harmony Village can only forge two qualified axles a day. But Victor has provided enough bearings."
Old Borg found someone to push the stopped carriage to the side of the road, so that the following carriage could continue to drive to the 'Fu Qiang Ling' outside Hanfeng City. When the convoy passed by, the ground shook slightly, and he stood aside and laughed.
"We made a profit this time, we really made a profit. Victor, a genius, took a bunch of platinum coins to steal someone else's century-old accumulation. I bet that bastard has no good intentions. The platinum coins he used to pay the bill are definitely worthless.
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The dwarf witch doctor danced and jumped happily.
Todd happened to be passing by and cursed after hearing this: "Old Berg, how can you say that? Victor is our friend. You are insulting the 'asshole'. Victor is obviously much worse than the asshole."
The orcs and dwarfs were laughing, and even Naer was also happy. They were all old friends who had followed Zhou Qingfeng in the Black Forest, and had witnessed the miraculous rise of that bad boy.
"The new carriage is really easy to use." Na'er comforted the tired draft horse and praised with satisfaction: "I have seen many horses that died of exhaustion during transportation. They are really pitiful. Victor got them
Bearings are indeed a good thing."
Without high-strength steel and precise processing capabilities, bearings are no more than fetishes to craftsmen from other worlds. The old-fashioned carriage uses heavy and huge wheels, which are far inferior to Arcee's improved bearing frame in terms of use.
The latter is light and strong, completely different from its contemporaries.
"Victor has a lot of good things in his hands, otherwise he wouldn't have come to Cold Wind City to take advantage." Old Borg pointed to the road, "In Voodoo Swamp, I can't imagine thousands of people coming to repair it.
What a scene the road is like."
It is about five kilometers from the 'Fu Qiang Territory' to Cold Wind City. These five kilometers of road are full of potholes, and Fabbro has never repaired them in the past. After Zhou Qingfeng became the lord, he immediately requested that this bad road be repaired.
'If you want to be rich, build roads first.'
Hanfeng City is the largest city within dozens of kilometers around it. Zhou Qingfeng needs the market and trade system here.
Two thousand refugees were organized and the five-kilometer road was divided into blocks. They were filled with silt, drained, spread with soil, and compacted. There were specialized construction craftsmen in Hanfeng City who were hired to plan and direct the road.
Building a dirt road does not require much technical content. On the contrary, it is more difficult to feed and clothe two thousand people. Zhou Qingfeng used his left hand to collect grain and cloth from the Long Legs family, and his right hand was used to recruit coolies.
Old Borg is also responsible for the medical treatment of the coolies, which is a great benefit - the nobles of Coldwind City will never do this. Not only do they not organize the poor people in the territory to work, but they will drive away or even rob the people who enter the territory.
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In contrast, Victor Hugo requires skilled workers who have worked for many years. He cares about the life and death of the population in his territory, and is as glorious and great as a saint.
The five kilometers outside the city are vast stretches of wasteland without any trace of reclamation. Both sides of the road are wetlands with large amounts of water, or wild slopes covered with weeds as tall as a person.
Such a large area of land is full of filth and is inhabited by leeches, water snakes, rats and other disease-carrying creatures. In theory, they are privately owned by the Longlegs family and have never been developed.
Old Borg pointed to both sides of the road.
"Victor said that without the absolute power in Hanfeng City, an inefficient parliamentary rule will definitely form.
There is currently a vacuum area outside the city, and it would be a waste if we did not occupy it. He wants to build roads here, burn wasteland to drain water, and reclaim thousands of acres of farmland."
Anyone else would definitely find this ridiculous. But a 2,000-person refugee road construction team can complete the reconstruction of five kilometers of roads in a month at most. No one dares to say that Zhou Qingfeng cannot reconstruct more land.
"The Long-Legs family has been entrenched in Cold Wind City for hundreds of years and has not completed this task." Na'er sighed, "If this place can be transformed, the Fuqiang Territory will have tens of thousands of acres of land. Victor's power will change.
It has to be very powerful.”
"Victor has always looked down on the nobles in the city." Todd stood on the side of the road with his arms folded and said disdainfully: "He often called the nobles in Cold Wind City as stupid as pigs, and said it was an insult to pigs."
Old Borg continued to point to a river in the distance, "Victor said he would build dams along the river bank and use water power to build mills, sawmills, and irrigation water trucks. He would also use water power to build blast iron furnaces.
, build a new forge.
He wants to use, spend, and consume all the long-legged family's century-old accumulation, and exchange it for thousands of people, farmland, and buildings in the territory. He wants to build roads, farmland, houses, hospitals, and schools.
, fixed many things.
He wanted the residents of this land to have smiles on their faces, have savings in their bodies, and have enough food for their families. This idea is big, really big. I have never heard of anyone considering such a grand undertaking. If it is really done,
It’s really exciting.”
A new type of carriage drove past the road and stopped at the road construction site. The wooden barrels pulled by the carriage contained freshly baked bread and broth. The aroma of the food wafted out, arousing people's appetite.
The refugees on the construction site stopped working in batches to rest, and lined up in front of the carriage to receive food. Not long ago, these people were still dying refugees outside the city, but now they have become a labor force with certain training.
Hahaha..., Old Borg pointed at the refugees and said with a smile: "Look, those guys look like they were whipped in the shelter camp. They all know to abide by order."
With money, materials, enough manpower, reliable management, and a proactive lord, a glorious future is fully expected.
Zhou Qingfeng stood on the high city wall and wanted to use strong words to describe his mood at this moment. The Long-Legs family gave him a big gift. Regardless of whether the other party was happy or not, he was willing to use a lot of platinum coins to express his feelings.
own gratitude.
The Northland is very poor, Coldwind City is even poorer, and the Black Forest is extremely poor. But in such a poor place, the nobles' wealth is unexpectedly rich.
"These rich locals are all damn misers. They have accumulated so much wealth and don't spend it. They deserve to die." Zhou Qingfeng was excited and cursed again.
Hundreds of horse-drawn carriages were transported back and forth all night, but they were unable to transport the properties sold by the Long Legs. This was the result of excluding all real estate. Zhou Qingfeng only wanted consumable materials that could be used immediately.
"If these bastards could use half of their family property to win over people's hearts, they could at least raise twice as many knights and wizards. Not only would they be easily disrupted by me, but they would end up in this situation?"
The grains sold by Long Legs actually include old grains that have been stored for more than five years. Due to poor storage conditions, the aged grains have become moldy and spoiled, and can only be used to feed livestock.
But just like that, the nobles of Cold Wind City had no intention of helping the poor. They even forgot what was in their warehouses. So when they opened the dusty warehouse doors, they were full of rats and cockroaches.
The gap between the nobles and the untouchables is too deep to be bridged. The nobles are like Pixiu. Even if the things they get are broken and rotten, they will not give them any charity.
The core personnel and property of the Long Legs family left Cold Wind City. The 'rebellious' including Old Arad stared at them eagerly. Both sides were wary and might fall out at any time.
The wind blows from outside the city wall, blowing up the clumps and loose soil scattered on the ground, turning the wizard's robe and the knight's armor. The two sides facing each other have cold expressions and move slowly.
Old Longlegs' body was placed on a separate carriage, and he would be sent back to the family cemetery for burial. Phils Longlegs followed his father's body on horseback and turned to look in the direction of the city wall.
Even though they were separated by a distance of a hundred meters, both sides on the wall could still see each other's faces clearly. His father's last words before his death echoed in Phils' mind...
"The enemy is very, very strong, really strong, and cannot be underestimated. If you do not fail, you must not fail. Because the loser will be punished by God, either the wrath of frost or the coming of darkness. One of you two must face it.