As it turns out, yelling is still useful.
For the sake of the two barbarians carrying rifles outside the corridor, the officials who were kept in captivity all year round finally showed a little serious attitude.
As for the result, we have to wait for the next news.
However, Fang Chang did not press all his hope on these insects.
They are temporarily used just because no one is available, and there is no benefit in cutting them all out of the way.
Fang Chang knew very well that these guys looked at each other without knowing each other, but they were actually closely related to the grassroots.
They transfer some of their power and obligations to more grassroots civil groups, allowing those civil groups to legally charge fire money, water money, and health fees, and the latter must be given some benefits to them.
In other words, these guys are likely not just simply collecting money and not doing things, but collecting money and not doing things twice!
Most poor people in Golden Gallon Port need to pay three sums for the same public affairs, including those of civil groups.
In such a situation, there will be a ghost if you can avoid eating dirt and afford to wear clothes!
Although most of the alliance's settlements also adhere to the principle of survivors' self-determination, they have never sold public affairs to private individuals, or even given them to violent societies.
This is no longer a matter of autonomy, but a simple decay!
If the problem of paying three portions of money is not solved, no matter what they do in Jin Jialun, people's lives here will not change much.
In the first step, he planned to rely on the only authority of the old bureaucracy and the coercive force of the militia to reclaim some rights and obligations that were delegated to some unknown places, or simply incorporate some of the guys who did a good job.
The second step is that he needs to promote some capable grassroots personnel from the literacy class to gradually replace the blood that is already emitting the rotten smell, and even train a qualified city lord or mayor from these people to cooperate with the future governor of Jingalun Port.
If the administrator intends to send a governor here.
……
...The situation here is worse than we imagined. It is like a rotten orange from the inside. If you don't peel it, you don't know what's going on inside.Sheriff Biharry is right. If we abolish slavery here, the settlement will be flooded by Shit Mountain in just one week, but we still have to do this.
After coming out of the Governor's office, Fang Chang met with Lao Bai, who had returned from Camp Rowell, and talked about what had just happened on the way.
Before he got off work, he signed a recruitment order to recruit 200 literate citizens to the city hall with a monthly salary of 2,000 gallons.
After a period of training, he will arrange specific departments and work for them based on the organizational framework discussed in the forum before, and merge and reorganize the original departments during the Governor-General of Nihak, concentrate the old bureaucrats in a marginal department and gradually abolish them, completing the final blood exchange.
This organizational structure was originally intended to be used for French Fries Port, but there are too few people there now and there are no use of this thing.
But we will take advantage of the survivors of Golden Gallon Port first.
Looking at Fang Chang who was shaking his head, Lao Bai grinned.
Do you remember what we were here for the first time?
Fang Chang was slightly stunned and then said.
Give the clown a lesson and free some slaves and go back to work... What's wrong?
What we are doing now seems to be helping the poor. Look at your hard work, Lao Bai said with a smile, don’t be too impatient, some things cannot be changed in a day or two.
I was not in a hurry, I have anything to be in a hurry.Moreover, this cannot be considered poverty alleviation. It’s just that a group of poor people has no meaning of exploitation. If we want to gain enough benefits from the local area, we have to make the local people rich first, or at least live like a person.Fang Chang sighed, pinched his eyebrows with his index finger, and said to himself, … Literacy rate is a big problem, and literacy education should be done as soon as possible.
He had previously hired a group of doctors from Silver Moon Bay to treat the injured prisoners, and perhaps they should invite some teachers to come.
Looking at Fang Chang who was in deep thought, Lao Bai gave him a look of what you said, and patted his good brother on the shoulder with a smile.
Let’s say some good news. We sent a reconnaissance team to the north to collect news and heard from the locals that there was a guerrilla team active in the mountainous area on the north bank of the Yongliu River.Although they have not noticed our signal yet, they should have noticed what happened in the Golden Gallen Port, and maybe someone will come to contact us soon.
Fang Chang said after pondering for a moment.
Keep searching, hoping there are the talents we need... By the way, do you smell?
While he was talking, a slight sweet smell suddenly penetrated into his nose, as if it was floating along the street from the direction of the pier with the sea breeze.
Strange thing.
What floated from there was not the smell of fish.
Looking at Fang Chang with a surprised expression on her face, Lao Bai said with a smile.
This is the second good news I want to say.
Tails and the others have just arrived.
……
oh!Golden Gallon Port!
Although it has only been more than two months, I always feel that it has been a long time.
Yes, yes!The changes are huge!
Time went back a few hours ago, on the deck of the roux.
Standing at the bow of the boat, his tail and flesh were cushioned, looking excitedly towards the port, pointing at the building there.
The dock is still the original dock, but the device for lifting goods has been replaced from the original wooden crane to an electric-driven metal turbine, and the vehicle for transporting goods has also been replaced from ox carts and manpower to forklifts, pedal trucks and light trucks produced from Dawn City and Boulder City.
The port area was piled up in bundles of military supplies, and militia with white strips tied to their arms replaced the imperial soldiers patrolling the shore.
The only drawback is that it is a bit depressed here compared to two months ago, with only a few fishing boats moored on the pier.
This may have been affected by the closure of slave import and export business and the war, and cargo ships from the west coast of Bharat Province were almost extinct, and the merchant ships of the Willant people were nowhere to be seen.
However, this also made a berth for merchant ships from Silver Moon Bay.
This time, the Rouru not only brought one thousand tons of peeled and dehydrated corn, but also a whole fleet full of cargo!
Previously in Silver Moon Bay, Sce released the news through the bank under the White Bear Knights that the ceasefire agreement was about to be signed and the empire imposed an embargo on the Port of Golden Gallon, and then instructed the bank elder Buma to provide a loan with extremely low interest rates to specific shipping routes and goods.
There is no need to deliberately promote anything. With the support of news and financial resources, traders active in the port will naturally pounce on them with the goods they need here like sharks that smell the fishy smell.
Sis, who was sitting in the cockpit, skillfully sounded the whistle and greeted the friends on the dock.
The sesame paste at the stern of the boat greeted the crew of Silver Moon Bay to prepare to dock and unload the goods.
With the concerted efforts of everyone, cargo ships finally docked at the port before the evening. Containers filled with cargo were transferred to the port with the help of the tower, and transported them to the warehouse area where the containers were stacked by forklifts.
This place turned out to be a place where the transit population was transferred, and it was also where the White Bear Knights once fought.
Since the alliance came, the facilities here have been completely vacated, and only one plot less than 20 square meters has been preserved as a historical memory.
As for the remaining areas, they have been transformed into storage areas where containers are stacked to increase the warehouse capacity of the port.
Under the green light of the port, the port staff prioritized the checking of the list of food-type goods, and stamped the batch of goods acquired by the Jingalun Port authorities on the spot to complete the delivery, and paid all the payment in one lump sum.
Then more than a dozen trucks drove into the container parking area.
With the efforts of a group of naked workers, bags of corn and flour were thrown into the cargo box and headed towards several construction sites in the city managed by the Golden Gallen Port authorities, the Rowell Camp and the prisoner-of-war camp outside the city.
A total of 8,000 tons of peeled and dehydrated corn were sold at a wholesale price of 700 silver coins per ton!There are also nearly 3,000 tons of cornmeal, which are also sold at a price of 900 silver coins per ton!
In Luoxia Province, especially the lion kingdom where fertilizers, pesticides and high-yield seeds are produced by a large number of imported alliances, the production cost of one kilogram of corn is only 02-03 silver coins!
Since the railways from Lion City and Luoye City to Petra Fortress were opened to traffic, transportation costs have been reduced to less than 50% of production costs.
Even if this period of sea shipping is included, a series of costs including crew members and mercenaries’ wages are deducted, the total cost of a ton of corn is less than 600 silver coins.
And if it is your own cargo ship and private guards, the cost can even be close to 500 silver coins!
This at least 16% return on commodity profits is enough to make all traders who come here to do business crazy!
For the Jingalun Port authorities, which are facing the threat of famine, this batch of grain worth more than 8 million silver coins can also be regarded as a solution to the urgent need of this settlement.
Even if it is evenly divided into everyone's hands, a person can get 11 kilograms of carbohydrates.
Of course, the final distribution method is definitely not this simple and crude division.
The authorities in the Port of Kinggalun will start a number of municipal projects by using labor-for-relief, such as the ongoing transformation of the Clarba market and the construction of several major transportation roads and sewers.
Through these projects, the authorities will pay salaries and payments to personnel and units involved in the construction in gallons, and the grain imported from the port can only be purchased from gallons.
This not only prevents the citizens and old aristocrats from rushing to buy and hoarding food, but also finds a place for the huge young and middle-aged laborers to consume their energy. By the way, the infrastructure facilities of Jinjialun Port were improved and accurately placed in the hands of those who needed it.
It can be said that it can be achieved with one stone.
As for the foreign exchange spent on purchasing grain, it was borrowed by the authorities from the wealthy Baiyue Company, but in the end, the compensation paid by the Emperor of Xilan Empire would be paid.
Fang Chang was too lazy to forget how many times the league won this battle...
Anyway, he was sure to touch the electric gate.
……
Outside the city, prisoner of war camp.
I don’t know how long I slept, but Kapil woke up slowly from his coma.
When he saw the man in a white coat in front of him, he almost subconsciously opened his mouth and squeezed out a sentence from his burning throat.
here it is……
The doctor glanced at him and said casually.
Golden Gallon Port.
That accent sounded like a man from the Hump Kingdom.
But that's not the point
A hint of joy appeared on Kapil's face, and he excitedly stretched out his stiff right hand and grabbed the sleeve of the man in a white coat.
Did we win?!
The doctor was stunned for a moment, then looked at him and smiled.
What are you talking about in a dream?
As he said that, he shouted to the side.
This guy woke up, but his mind was not very normal. I left the rest to you.
A shout came faintly from the distance.
OK, just wake up, leave the rest to us, you can go somewhere else to do it.
learn.
The doctor raised his hand holding his pen as a response, then hurriedly wrote a few words on his notepad, and then left the not-so-spacious tent.
Kapil looked at the man in surprise, and his right hand stretched out unconsciously took off his strength. He did not come back to his senses until the man walked away, and then moved his stiff neck to pay attention to the surroundings.
This place seems to be a field hospital. There are more than a dozen beds in an unspacious tent, and there are people wrapped in bandages, and they are dead.
Then he looked at his body, and half of his body with one edge was wrapped in a circle of bandages.
What scared him even more was his right hand.
It was not until now that he discovered that his right hand had been replaced by a bulky metal prosthesis starting from the elbow joint.
The memories before the coma were hesitantly poured into his mind. He remembered that he was fainted by a mortar while attacking the Governor's Mansion.
At this time, a man in a khaki uniform lifted the curtain and entered the tent, and walked straight to his bed.
...Only ten shrapnel were taken out on the twelve shrapnel on your body. It was a miracle that you could live.
Looking down at the guy lying on the bed, the man continued in a sarcastic tone, of course, your teammates are not that lucky, and the nine people can't even make up a complete body.
All dead...
Kapil's Adam's apple moved and couldn't say a word for a long time.
Don't know why.
When he heard this sentence, he, who should have been angry, had no turmoil in his heart, only numbness and confusion.
If the dead person is a man, he will remember the name of that guy, and will go to his grave every now and then, and even miss what he was like when he was still there.
However, when there are so many dead people that can only be summarized in a sloppy number, the weight that each name can get seems insignificant.
Perhaps General Alayan felt the same when facing that number...
He just felt that it was so unreal for him to be alive.
……Who are you?Although he had guessed the identity of this person, Kapil still struggled to squeeze out this sentence from his throat.
Clerk of the Logistics Department of the Civil Defense Office of Jinjialun Port, as for my name, you don’t need to know, you just need to know your identity as a prisoner.
As he said that, the man raised his thumb and threw an iron plate the size of a coin on his quilt with a string of numbers written on it.
This is your number. After getting up, take it to the outside and register your name and address. You will use it when you get a lunch box, if you still want to eat it.
After explaining the matter, the man turned around and walked outside the tent. Kapil, who came to his senses, suddenly thought of something and quickly stopped him.
Wait, my hand...
It turns out that was ruined, we have replaced you with a new one, the man who claimed to be a clerk of the Captive Management Section glanced at his arm and continued, "This money will be paid by your Majesty as part of the war reparations, and we don't have to thank us."
Watching the man leave, Kapil tried to move his body. He felt that he had recovered almost, so he got out of bed with a rough stroke.
The registration office was not far from the tent. He walked over with an iron plate and soon completed the registration of the prisoners.
Just in time for supper.
After completing the registration, he found the camp where he belonged to under the instructions of a logistics staff member. After receiving the bedding, he took his lunch box to a large pot and lined up.
Two guys who looked the same as theirs were busy next to the big pot, constantly stirring the things in the pot with a large wooden spoon.
The entire camp was filled with a mellow and sweet smell, which made him swallow unconsciously and mumble subconsciously.
What is this cooking?
He thought no one would pay attention, but he saw the man standing in front of him turn around.
I heard it was corn.
There was a hint of expectation in the man's eyes.
Kapil couldn't help but be stunned.
……corn?
He had heard of that kind of crop, which seemed very common in the central and southern part of Luoxia Province, and there were also a small number of them introduced in the Bharat Province, but the number of them was not as large as beans.
That's right, it is said that it was transported from Silver Moon Bay, including the doctor who treated you... After looking at the new man with a bandage on his body, the man continued, "My name is Akhta, I used to be Captain Manuwan... Forget it, I'm in the same camp as you anyway."
Kapil swallowed and introduced himself.
...Kapil, Prince Dilip led us to attack the Governor's House.
Akhta whistled softly, glanced at the militia on duty not far away, and grinned.
Yeah?That was a disaster... I heard that only more than a thousand people were left of you who died. If you survived, you must be protected by the Wolf God.
Kapil smiled bitterly and was silent for a while before asking.
What exactly happened here?
As you can see, we lost and then became captives of the alliance…although it was mainly those militia who were managing us.
It seemed unwilling to mention the details of the battle, the man named Akhta vaguely brought the topic and continued.
...In the first three days, the monkeys put us in a cage, peeed at us, poured food on the ground and let us lick it. In the end, the people in the alliance couldn't bear to watch it and then pulled us here.Anyway, you woke up at the right time. Now the prisoner-of-war camp is built. You only work eight hours a day, and you will be given 2 gallons of wages for three meals a day.
Kapil: Gallon?
It's new money.
Akhta took out one from his pocket and shook it, then stuffed it back.
Since the Empire cut off the supply of supplies here, this thing has been much better than the old money used to be. Although it can't buy anything in 2 gallons, it's better to have it than not.By the way, I heard that if they were literate, they would arrange some less tiring work, earn a little more, and they would look like five or six a day.
Although he was confused about the so-called new money and was not interested in making any money, Kapil asked subconsciously.
...How to arrange it?
How to arrange it?Of course they are helping you arrange it. Do you think this thing can still be picked and selected?If you don't want to do it, you'll pick up feces. Don't talk back to them. Ahta looked at the guy whose brain seemed to be blown up in surprise and continued, but you are different from others. Other guys who wake up like you are like crazy.
My mind may not be normal, Kapil smiled bitterly and continued after a long pause. I felt like... I had died once.
Ahta stared at him in a daze and said nothing, because it was his turn to serve food.
A bowl of fragrant polenta, a spoonful of sour beans and two slices of yellow bread cooked with steam are their dinner after a day's work.
Akhta smiled and thanked the inmate who had filled her lunch boxes, then happily took his portion and went to sit and eat it in a big mouthful.
Not just him.
Everyone here eats delicious food.
Not only because they worked a coolie for a day on the construction site and in the wasteland, but also because they had never eaten such delicious food.
Especially the loose and soft bread.
This thing doesn't look like something that appears on the civilian dining table. These iron men actually generously used it to feed them prisoners of war!
What a group of kind people!
Akhta wanted to kneel down and kowtow to the iron people who put themselves out of the cage and gave them a full meal.
It is no exaggeration to say that the food here is even better than when they were squatting in the trenches before!
Kapil also went up and served a bowl.
Perhaps because he lacked the experiences from the past few days, he was not as excited as his former comrades. He just silently took his lunch box to the corner of the camp and found a place where no one was. He started eating quietly.
In the Xilan Empire, his family belonged to a citizen with good conditions and had never treated his nutrition since childhood.
Logically speaking, it is impossible for him to have an extraordinary reaction to the taste of the food.
But when he came to the bowl and took the first bite, he couldn't help but widen his pupils in surprise.
A touch of mellow sweetness spread along the taste buds at the tip of his tongue. It was a taste he had never tasted before, just like milk mixed with honey.
Although it was not particularly delicious, the special taste and taste made him unable to help swallowing again subconsciously.
Before he knew it, he had finished a large bowl of corn porridge, and the two slices of bread fermented from corn flour were swallowed up with the sour and sour beans.
Kapil, who was satisfied in his belly, sat on the ground.
He looked down at the empty bowl that was licking clean in his hand, and then looked up at the gradually brightening starry sky.
It's so fragrant...
I really want to have another bowl.
He placed the steel prosthesis on his bandaged belly and laid the back of his head on the barracks' tent, closing his eyes sleepily for a while.
The quiet evening breeze blew on my face, as if it brought the songs of my hometown, and the deafening roar was like a distant dream, buried in the distance with the boiling blood and soul.
This was the first time he felt after waking up that living was so beautiful...
……
At this moment, it was not only the gray wolf sitting in the prisoner-of-war camp, but also Prince Dilip squatting in the port area guard detention center.
Although he fought the most stupid battle with Emperor Xilan's family, it did not prevent him from squatting in prison at all. He wanted to have another bowl after finishing his work.
To be honest, he is a very particular person.
Especially in terms of eating, he could even say with pride that even the Willant people had to give him a disadvantage.
For example, when roasted lamb, he never ate only the newly weaned lamb, and only a small piece on his back, and the rest was rewarded to his servants.
However, he was imprisoned these days and forced to eat a few vegetarian meals without big fish and meat. He found that he had opened the door to a new world.
Unexpectedly, the alliance not only has great technology, but also has such profound attainments in studying food. It can actually make such unique dishes with simple ingredients and cooking methods!
Handing the plate in his hand through the small window of the prison, Prince Dilip looked at Director Mandal with a longing look and said embarrassedly.
Can you have another bowl?
Are you a pig?More food than those who work!Looking at the prince who had gained a lot, Port District Police Officer Mandal couldn't help but curse.
It was these pig heads that ruled the empire, which made their faces swollen and swollen.
Mandal was both angry and happy, and he found out that he had been ridden by a pig, and he was happy that he was now riding on the pig's head.
Even if it is temporary.
He waved his index finger and signaled his subordinates in police uniforms to serve another bowl of the prince who looked flattering.
Looking at the corn porridge poured into the bowl, Prince Dilip seemed to feel embarrassed, blushed into a monkey's butt, and said with a face regaining his face.
Let’s have some sour things...ah, the food expenses can be added to my ransom.I won't eat yours for nothing... I pay.
Let’s wait until your Majesty signs the ceasefire agreement.
Mandal rolled his eyes, used his words as farts, gave this to his subordinates, and then glanced at his watch.
It's time to get off work now.
He fed the belly of these criminals, but he was still hungry.
That corn porridge smells so good...
Mandal swallowed, but he held back.
It’s not that he couldn’t hold his face down and ate the prisoner’s food, but that there were even better delicious food waiting for him at the banquet.
In order to thank those businessmen who supported the reconstruction of Kinggalun Port, and for attracting investment and other things, the authorities of Kinggalun Port are preparing to hold a dinner at the most luxurious hotel in the port area to invite these guests who have solved the urgent needs of the settlement.
Not only those guests from afar, but also some important representatives of the Iron Man will participate.
Although you can look forward to the delicacies at the banquet, what to eat at that kind of banquet is never the key, and getting closer to those iron people is the key.
His success depends entirely on them!
For the sake of the two barbarians carrying rifles outside the corridor, the officials who were kept in captivity all year round finally showed a little serious attitude.
As for the result, we have to wait for the next news.
However, Fang Chang did not press all his hope on these insects.
They are temporarily used just because no one is available, and there is no benefit in cutting them all out of the way.
Fang Chang knew very well that these guys looked at each other without knowing each other, but they were actually closely related to the grassroots.
They transfer some of their power and obligations to more grassroots civil groups, allowing those civil groups to legally charge fire money, water money, and health fees, and the latter must be given some benefits to them.
In other words, these guys are likely not just simply collecting money and not doing things, but collecting money and not doing things twice!
Most poor people in Golden Gallon Port need to pay three sums for the same public affairs, including those of civil groups.
In such a situation, there will be a ghost if you can avoid eating dirt and afford to wear clothes!
Although most of the alliance's settlements also adhere to the principle of survivors' self-determination, they have never sold public affairs to private individuals, or even given them to violent societies.
This is no longer a matter of autonomy, but a simple decay!
If the problem of paying three portions of money is not solved, no matter what they do in Jin Jialun, people's lives here will not change much.
In the first step, he planned to rely on the only authority of the old bureaucracy and the coercive force of the militia to reclaim some rights and obligations that were delegated to some unknown places, or simply incorporate some of the guys who did a good job.
The second step is that he needs to promote some capable grassroots personnel from the literacy class to gradually replace the blood that is already emitting the rotten smell, and even train a qualified city lord or mayor from these people to cooperate with the future governor of Jingalun Port.
If the administrator intends to send a governor here.
……
...The situation here is worse than we imagined. It is like a rotten orange from the inside. If you don't peel it, you don't know what's going on inside.Sheriff Biharry is right. If we abolish slavery here, the settlement will be flooded by Shit Mountain in just one week, but we still have to do this.
After coming out of the Governor's office, Fang Chang met with Lao Bai, who had returned from Camp Rowell, and talked about what had just happened on the way.
Before he got off work, he signed a recruitment order to recruit 200 literate citizens to the city hall with a monthly salary of 2,000 gallons.
After a period of training, he will arrange specific departments and work for them based on the organizational framework discussed in the forum before, and merge and reorganize the original departments during the Governor-General of Nihak, concentrate the old bureaucrats in a marginal department and gradually abolish them, completing the final blood exchange.
This organizational structure was originally intended to be used for French Fries Port, but there are too few people there now and there are no use of this thing.
But we will take advantage of the survivors of Golden Gallon Port first.
Looking at Fang Chang who was shaking his head, Lao Bai grinned.
Do you remember what we were here for the first time?
Fang Chang was slightly stunned and then said.
Give the clown a lesson and free some slaves and go back to work... What's wrong?
What we are doing now seems to be helping the poor. Look at your hard work, Lao Bai said with a smile, don’t be too impatient, some things cannot be changed in a day or two.
I was not in a hurry, I have anything to be in a hurry.Moreover, this cannot be considered poverty alleviation. It’s just that a group of poor people has no meaning of exploitation. If we want to gain enough benefits from the local area, we have to make the local people rich first, or at least live like a person.Fang Chang sighed, pinched his eyebrows with his index finger, and said to himself, … Literacy rate is a big problem, and literacy education should be done as soon as possible.
He had previously hired a group of doctors from Silver Moon Bay to treat the injured prisoners, and perhaps they should invite some teachers to come.
Looking at Fang Chang who was in deep thought, Lao Bai gave him a look of what you said, and patted his good brother on the shoulder with a smile.
Let’s say some good news. We sent a reconnaissance team to the north to collect news and heard from the locals that there was a guerrilla team active in the mountainous area on the north bank of the Yongliu River.Although they have not noticed our signal yet, they should have noticed what happened in the Golden Gallen Port, and maybe someone will come to contact us soon.
Fang Chang said after pondering for a moment.
Keep searching, hoping there are the talents we need... By the way, do you smell?
While he was talking, a slight sweet smell suddenly penetrated into his nose, as if it was floating along the street from the direction of the pier with the sea breeze.
Strange thing.
What floated from there was not the smell of fish.
Looking at Fang Chang with a surprised expression on her face, Lao Bai said with a smile.
This is the second good news I want to say.
Tails and the others have just arrived.
……
oh!Golden Gallon Port!
Although it has only been more than two months, I always feel that it has been a long time.
Yes, yes!The changes are huge!
Time went back a few hours ago, on the deck of the roux.
Standing at the bow of the boat, his tail and flesh were cushioned, looking excitedly towards the port, pointing at the building there.
The dock is still the original dock, but the device for lifting goods has been replaced from the original wooden crane to an electric-driven metal turbine, and the vehicle for transporting goods has also been replaced from ox carts and manpower to forklifts, pedal trucks and light trucks produced from Dawn City and Boulder City.
The port area was piled up in bundles of military supplies, and militia with white strips tied to their arms replaced the imperial soldiers patrolling the shore.
The only drawback is that it is a bit depressed here compared to two months ago, with only a few fishing boats moored on the pier.
This may have been affected by the closure of slave import and export business and the war, and cargo ships from the west coast of Bharat Province were almost extinct, and the merchant ships of the Willant people were nowhere to be seen.
However, this also made a berth for merchant ships from Silver Moon Bay.
This time, the Rouru not only brought one thousand tons of peeled and dehydrated corn, but also a whole fleet full of cargo!
Previously in Silver Moon Bay, Sce released the news through the bank under the White Bear Knights that the ceasefire agreement was about to be signed and the empire imposed an embargo on the Port of Golden Gallon, and then instructed the bank elder Buma to provide a loan with extremely low interest rates to specific shipping routes and goods.
There is no need to deliberately promote anything. With the support of news and financial resources, traders active in the port will naturally pounce on them with the goods they need here like sharks that smell the fishy smell.
Sis, who was sitting in the cockpit, skillfully sounded the whistle and greeted the friends on the dock.
The sesame paste at the stern of the boat greeted the crew of Silver Moon Bay to prepare to dock and unload the goods.
With the concerted efforts of everyone, cargo ships finally docked at the port before the evening. Containers filled with cargo were transferred to the port with the help of the tower, and transported them to the warehouse area where the containers were stacked by forklifts.
This place turned out to be a place where the transit population was transferred, and it was also where the White Bear Knights once fought.
Since the alliance came, the facilities here have been completely vacated, and only one plot less than 20 square meters has been preserved as a historical memory.
As for the remaining areas, they have been transformed into storage areas where containers are stacked to increase the warehouse capacity of the port.
Under the green light of the port, the port staff prioritized the checking of the list of food-type goods, and stamped the batch of goods acquired by the Jingalun Port authorities on the spot to complete the delivery, and paid all the payment in one lump sum.
Then more than a dozen trucks drove into the container parking area.
With the efforts of a group of naked workers, bags of corn and flour were thrown into the cargo box and headed towards several construction sites in the city managed by the Golden Gallen Port authorities, the Rowell Camp and the prisoner-of-war camp outside the city.
A total of 8,000 tons of peeled and dehydrated corn were sold at a wholesale price of 700 silver coins per ton!There are also nearly 3,000 tons of cornmeal, which are also sold at a price of 900 silver coins per ton!
In Luoxia Province, especially the lion kingdom where fertilizers, pesticides and high-yield seeds are produced by a large number of imported alliances, the production cost of one kilogram of corn is only 02-03 silver coins!
Since the railways from Lion City and Luoye City to Petra Fortress were opened to traffic, transportation costs have been reduced to less than 50% of production costs.
Even if this period of sea shipping is included, a series of costs including crew members and mercenaries’ wages are deducted, the total cost of a ton of corn is less than 600 silver coins.
And if it is your own cargo ship and private guards, the cost can even be close to 500 silver coins!
This at least 16% return on commodity profits is enough to make all traders who come here to do business crazy!
For the Jingalun Port authorities, which are facing the threat of famine, this batch of grain worth more than 8 million silver coins can also be regarded as a solution to the urgent need of this settlement.
Even if it is evenly divided into everyone's hands, a person can get 11 kilograms of carbohydrates.
Of course, the final distribution method is definitely not this simple and crude division.
The authorities in the Port of Kinggalun will start a number of municipal projects by using labor-for-relief, such as the ongoing transformation of the Clarba market and the construction of several major transportation roads and sewers.
Through these projects, the authorities will pay salaries and payments to personnel and units involved in the construction in gallons, and the grain imported from the port can only be purchased from gallons.
This not only prevents the citizens and old aristocrats from rushing to buy and hoarding food, but also finds a place for the huge young and middle-aged laborers to consume their energy. By the way, the infrastructure facilities of Jinjialun Port were improved and accurately placed in the hands of those who needed it.
It can be said that it can be achieved with one stone.
As for the foreign exchange spent on purchasing grain, it was borrowed by the authorities from the wealthy Baiyue Company, but in the end, the compensation paid by the Emperor of Xilan Empire would be paid.
Fang Chang was too lazy to forget how many times the league won this battle...
Anyway, he was sure to touch the electric gate.
……
Outside the city, prisoner of war camp.
I don’t know how long I slept, but Kapil woke up slowly from his coma.
When he saw the man in a white coat in front of him, he almost subconsciously opened his mouth and squeezed out a sentence from his burning throat.
here it is……
The doctor glanced at him and said casually.
Golden Gallon Port.
That accent sounded like a man from the Hump Kingdom.
But that's not the point
A hint of joy appeared on Kapil's face, and he excitedly stretched out his stiff right hand and grabbed the sleeve of the man in a white coat.
Did we win?!
The doctor was stunned for a moment, then looked at him and smiled.
What are you talking about in a dream?
As he said that, he shouted to the side.
This guy woke up, but his mind was not very normal. I left the rest to you.
A shout came faintly from the distance.
OK, just wake up, leave the rest to us, you can go somewhere else to do it.
learn.
The doctor raised his hand holding his pen as a response, then hurriedly wrote a few words on his notepad, and then left the not-so-spacious tent.
Kapil looked at the man in surprise, and his right hand stretched out unconsciously took off his strength. He did not come back to his senses until the man walked away, and then moved his stiff neck to pay attention to the surroundings.
This place seems to be a field hospital. There are more than a dozen beds in an unspacious tent, and there are people wrapped in bandages, and they are dead.
Then he looked at his body, and half of his body with one edge was wrapped in a circle of bandages.
What scared him even more was his right hand.
It was not until now that he discovered that his right hand had been replaced by a bulky metal prosthesis starting from the elbow joint.
The memories before the coma were hesitantly poured into his mind. He remembered that he was fainted by a mortar while attacking the Governor's Mansion.
At this time, a man in a khaki uniform lifted the curtain and entered the tent, and walked straight to his bed.
...Only ten shrapnel were taken out on the twelve shrapnel on your body. It was a miracle that you could live.
Looking down at the guy lying on the bed, the man continued in a sarcastic tone, of course, your teammates are not that lucky, and the nine people can't even make up a complete body.
All dead...
Kapil's Adam's apple moved and couldn't say a word for a long time.
Don't know why.
When he heard this sentence, he, who should have been angry, had no turmoil in his heart, only numbness and confusion.
If the dead person is a man, he will remember the name of that guy, and will go to his grave every now and then, and even miss what he was like when he was still there.
However, when there are so many dead people that can only be summarized in a sloppy number, the weight that each name can get seems insignificant.
Perhaps General Alayan felt the same when facing that number...
He just felt that it was so unreal for him to be alive.
……Who are you?Although he had guessed the identity of this person, Kapil still struggled to squeeze out this sentence from his throat.
Clerk of the Logistics Department of the Civil Defense Office of Jinjialun Port, as for my name, you don’t need to know, you just need to know your identity as a prisoner.
As he said that, the man raised his thumb and threw an iron plate the size of a coin on his quilt with a string of numbers written on it.
This is your number. After getting up, take it to the outside and register your name and address. You will use it when you get a lunch box, if you still want to eat it.
After explaining the matter, the man turned around and walked outside the tent. Kapil, who came to his senses, suddenly thought of something and quickly stopped him.
Wait, my hand...
It turns out that was ruined, we have replaced you with a new one, the man who claimed to be a clerk of the Captive Management Section glanced at his arm and continued, "This money will be paid by your Majesty as part of the war reparations, and we don't have to thank us."
Watching the man leave, Kapil tried to move his body. He felt that he had recovered almost, so he got out of bed with a rough stroke.
The registration office was not far from the tent. He walked over with an iron plate and soon completed the registration of the prisoners.
Just in time for supper.
After completing the registration, he found the camp where he belonged to under the instructions of a logistics staff member. After receiving the bedding, he took his lunch box to a large pot and lined up.
Two guys who looked the same as theirs were busy next to the big pot, constantly stirring the things in the pot with a large wooden spoon.
The entire camp was filled with a mellow and sweet smell, which made him swallow unconsciously and mumble subconsciously.
What is this cooking?
He thought no one would pay attention, but he saw the man standing in front of him turn around.
I heard it was corn.
There was a hint of expectation in the man's eyes.
Kapil couldn't help but be stunned.
……corn?
He had heard of that kind of crop, which seemed very common in the central and southern part of Luoxia Province, and there were also a small number of them introduced in the Bharat Province, but the number of them was not as large as beans.
That's right, it is said that it was transported from Silver Moon Bay, including the doctor who treated you... After looking at the new man with a bandage on his body, the man continued, "My name is Akhta, I used to be Captain Manuwan... Forget it, I'm in the same camp as you anyway."
Kapil swallowed and introduced himself.
...Kapil, Prince Dilip led us to attack the Governor's House.
Akhta whistled softly, glanced at the militia on duty not far away, and grinned.
Yeah?That was a disaster... I heard that only more than a thousand people were left of you who died. If you survived, you must be protected by the Wolf God.
Kapil smiled bitterly and was silent for a while before asking.
What exactly happened here?
As you can see, we lost and then became captives of the alliance…although it was mainly those militia who were managing us.
It seemed unwilling to mention the details of the battle, the man named Akhta vaguely brought the topic and continued.
...In the first three days, the monkeys put us in a cage, peeed at us, poured food on the ground and let us lick it. In the end, the people in the alliance couldn't bear to watch it and then pulled us here.Anyway, you woke up at the right time. Now the prisoner-of-war camp is built. You only work eight hours a day, and you will be given 2 gallons of wages for three meals a day.
Kapil: Gallon?
It's new money.
Akhta took out one from his pocket and shook it, then stuffed it back.
Since the Empire cut off the supply of supplies here, this thing has been much better than the old money used to be. Although it can't buy anything in 2 gallons, it's better to have it than not.By the way, I heard that if they were literate, they would arrange some less tiring work, earn a little more, and they would look like five or six a day.
Although he was confused about the so-called new money and was not interested in making any money, Kapil asked subconsciously.
...How to arrange it?
How to arrange it?Of course they are helping you arrange it. Do you think this thing can still be picked and selected?If you don't want to do it, you'll pick up feces. Don't talk back to them. Ahta looked at the guy whose brain seemed to be blown up in surprise and continued, but you are different from others. Other guys who wake up like you are like crazy.
My mind may not be normal, Kapil smiled bitterly and continued after a long pause. I felt like... I had died once.
Ahta stared at him in a daze and said nothing, because it was his turn to serve food.
A bowl of fragrant polenta, a spoonful of sour beans and two slices of yellow bread cooked with steam are their dinner after a day's work.
Akhta smiled and thanked the inmate who had filled her lunch boxes, then happily took his portion and went to sit and eat it in a big mouthful.
Not just him.
Everyone here eats delicious food.
Not only because they worked a coolie for a day on the construction site and in the wasteland, but also because they had never eaten such delicious food.
Especially the loose and soft bread.
This thing doesn't look like something that appears on the civilian dining table. These iron men actually generously used it to feed them prisoners of war!
What a group of kind people!
Akhta wanted to kneel down and kowtow to the iron people who put themselves out of the cage and gave them a full meal.
It is no exaggeration to say that the food here is even better than when they were squatting in the trenches before!
Kapil also went up and served a bowl.
Perhaps because he lacked the experiences from the past few days, he was not as excited as his former comrades. He just silently took his lunch box to the corner of the camp and found a place where no one was. He started eating quietly.
In the Xilan Empire, his family belonged to a citizen with good conditions and had never treated his nutrition since childhood.
Logically speaking, it is impossible for him to have an extraordinary reaction to the taste of the food.
But when he came to the bowl and took the first bite, he couldn't help but widen his pupils in surprise.
A touch of mellow sweetness spread along the taste buds at the tip of his tongue. It was a taste he had never tasted before, just like milk mixed with honey.
Although it was not particularly delicious, the special taste and taste made him unable to help swallowing again subconsciously.
Before he knew it, he had finished a large bowl of corn porridge, and the two slices of bread fermented from corn flour were swallowed up with the sour and sour beans.
Kapil, who was satisfied in his belly, sat on the ground.
He looked down at the empty bowl that was licking clean in his hand, and then looked up at the gradually brightening starry sky.
It's so fragrant...
I really want to have another bowl.
He placed the steel prosthesis on his bandaged belly and laid the back of his head on the barracks' tent, closing his eyes sleepily for a while.
The quiet evening breeze blew on my face, as if it brought the songs of my hometown, and the deafening roar was like a distant dream, buried in the distance with the boiling blood and soul.
This was the first time he felt after waking up that living was so beautiful...
……
At this moment, it was not only the gray wolf sitting in the prisoner-of-war camp, but also Prince Dilip squatting in the port area guard detention center.
Although he fought the most stupid battle with Emperor Xilan's family, it did not prevent him from squatting in prison at all. He wanted to have another bowl after finishing his work.
To be honest, he is a very particular person.
Especially in terms of eating, he could even say with pride that even the Willant people had to give him a disadvantage.
For example, when roasted lamb, he never ate only the newly weaned lamb, and only a small piece on his back, and the rest was rewarded to his servants.
However, he was imprisoned these days and forced to eat a few vegetarian meals without big fish and meat. He found that he had opened the door to a new world.
Unexpectedly, the alliance not only has great technology, but also has such profound attainments in studying food. It can actually make such unique dishes with simple ingredients and cooking methods!
Handing the plate in his hand through the small window of the prison, Prince Dilip looked at Director Mandal with a longing look and said embarrassedly.
Can you have another bowl?
Are you a pig?More food than those who work!Looking at the prince who had gained a lot, Port District Police Officer Mandal couldn't help but curse.
It was these pig heads that ruled the empire, which made their faces swollen and swollen.
Mandal was both angry and happy, and he found out that he had been ridden by a pig, and he was happy that he was now riding on the pig's head.
Even if it is temporary.
He waved his index finger and signaled his subordinates in police uniforms to serve another bowl of the prince who looked flattering.
Looking at the corn porridge poured into the bowl, Prince Dilip seemed to feel embarrassed, blushed into a monkey's butt, and said with a face regaining his face.
Let’s have some sour things...ah, the food expenses can be added to my ransom.I won't eat yours for nothing... I pay.
Let’s wait until your Majesty signs the ceasefire agreement.
Mandal rolled his eyes, used his words as farts, gave this to his subordinates, and then glanced at his watch.
It's time to get off work now.
He fed the belly of these criminals, but he was still hungry.
That corn porridge smells so good...
Mandal swallowed, but he held back.
It’s not that he couldn’t hold his face down and ate the prisoner’s food, but that there were even better delicious food waiting for him at the banquet.
In order to thank those businessmen who supported the reconstruction of Kinggalun Port, and for attracting investment and other things, the authorities of Kinggalun Port are preparing to hold a dinner at the most luxurious hotel in the port area to invite these guests who have solved the urgent needs of the settlement.
Not only those guests from afar, but also some important representatives of the Iron Man will participate.
Although you can look forward to the delicacies at the banquet, what to eat at that kind of banquet is never the key, and getting closer to those iron people is the key.
His success depends entirely on them!
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