Chapter 47 New Population
(I can't see what the author said offline, and I just found out that the author said it would be uncomfortable to read without branches. Sorry, I will add the setting to the main text in the future without affecting the fluency, um!)
The baron recalled his memory. Their high-spirited pioneer group said they wanted to build their own city-state.
The team of 1,500 people at the time of departure is now less than 1,000 people.
The only astrologer who accompanied the team said to him with a wry smile on the 25th day of departure.
"The map we got is completely wrong. The terrain and topography are completely inconsistent with what we saw on the map. There are monster nests waiting for us on the path above."
He didn't say the last sentence, but everyone in the team knew this fact.
Failed.
Their pioneering operation has been completely declared a failure.
That day he burned all the maps in the team as fuel, and then started to draw the map again. The wrong map has killed many of them.
Someone deliberately provided them with the wrong map to make them embark on a journey from which they can never return.
Do they want to turn back? Their way has been blocked by the migrating herd of horned beasts.
The food was almost exhausted, and ten people had fallen ill from the miasma. Just yesterday, they hastily buried a guard.
That was a brave guard who died fighting a giant wolf to protect the team. They could only burn his body to prevent the wandering wild beasts from digging out his body and eating it, and then bury his ashes.
The baron looked at the group of blacksmiths, carpenters, apprentices and unemployed people behind him. They had numbness on their faces. Panic would not spread a second time to these people who had experienced suffering. He found it difficult to imagine that he had led this group of people through the wilderness.
Until they saw a portal that suddenly appeared from the air, and there was still an endless forest behind the door.
The astrologer did not give up. He caught the breath of the sea breeze from behind the door. As long as they found the ocean and the coast, they would still have a chance to survive.
The baron did not refute the astrologer. Whether what he said was true or false, they all needed hope.
He couldn't even imagine how he would survive when he got to the seaside. Burning the wasteland, cutting wood, and farming, could they still do it?
Perhaps the gods didn't want them to die, so they opened a door to life for them when they were on the verge of death.
The baron led his pioneer team through the suddenly appeared door.
The world behind the door was rich and harsh, full of extremely dangerous monsters, ghouls, ogres, and beastmen, but those monsters had a strong sense of territory, and as long as the team didn't get close to their territory, they wouldn't be attacked.
They still followed the guidance of the astrologer, who fiddled with his strange, rotating instruments, saying that they could understand the direction of the sea breeze.
After they passed through the portal, they were lucky that there was no loss of personnel, except for a few unlucky guys who were also infected with miasma and needed a cart to drag them like a corpse. They at least had a few horses.
Suddenly he felt the ground shaking, one step, one step.
Ogre.
The baron looked at the huge figure rushing out from the corner of the forest. His greasy and wrinkled body was much taller than a human body, and he held a thick stone club.
Most of the guards who came along were dead, some died and some escaped. He was blessed by the goddess of luck that he could lead this group of helpless villagers on foot for such a long distance.
If he died, he would just atone for his mistakes.
The baron drew his sword to meet the enemy, trying to pierce the ogre's throat and slash it down to cut open most of his belly.
A thunderous muffled sound passed through the air and reached his ears. The ogre's head exploded like a smashed watermelon, and all kinds of turbid liquids were scattered all over him.
The baron looked down and saw that the half-human-sized spider had rushed in front of him, and he fell into panic in astonishment.
A sharp whistle sounded, and the hunting spider stopped in front of him. The two giants were less than one meter away from him and turned to run towards its owner.
In front of a soldier holding a long-barreled musket and wearing a gray coarse cotton uniform, the soldier stroked the head of the giant hunting spider that was as high as his knees, took out a piece of white gel from his back and fed it to the hunting spider, which happily ate the palm-sized gel.
Then more soldiers appeared from behind the hillside. They were hunting these ogres. The ogres did not charge at all, but just survived instincts under death.
Looking at the soldier with a face similar to his own, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Months of fatigue came up all at once, and the last thought he had before fainting came to him.
They were saved.
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"Name?"
A man in coarse cotton clothes recorded his information on snow-white paper, which looked a little funny.
"Wubber."
Baron, Wubai said his name.
"Occupation?"
"Baron."
The man wearing coarse cloth clothes, which was different from the soldiers, was responsible for recording the identities of these people. After recording, they could go to the bathhouse behind them to take a bath. Everyone could get a new set of clothes to replace the worn-out clothes on their bodies.
The bathhouse can accommodate up to twenty people bathing together. In order to accommodate nearly two thousand people in the future, Ji Lin built three bathhouses.
But it was impossible to accommodate 900 people bathing at the same time. He could only let Zhongshan, Li Erlang, and Chang Heng go into battle with him, and each took a pen and paper to record the identities and occupations of these people. Each piece of paper recorded ten Ten people fit into one house. Every time ten people are recorded, they are asked to go to the bathhouse to wash themselves and change into new clothes.
As for why we don't want help from others, it's because there are only four people in the territory who are literate, not to mention the identity record. Some people know a few words, but slightly more complex words won't be of any help.
The system generally would not send them humans with huge cultural differences to harm their lords.
I won’t go into details here about what will happen between the two waves of people with huge cultural differences.
Although he is cheating a lot of the time, he is not cheating like this.
"I'm not asking about your status, I'm asking what kind of work you would do."
Zhongshan tried his best to keep a distance from this baron covered in filth. Because he was the leader, he was lucky enough to enjoy the benefit of being the first to have his identity recorded. However, given his situation, he should have been the first to record his identity and then throw it away. Soaking in the bathhouse.
"I am literate and have done territory management work."
Wu Bai said.
Ji Lin can see his identity information, but routine inquiries and records must be done. He cannot not record the person's information just because he can directly see it.
【Wubai】
[Secretary Officer (Level 2)]
【characteristic】:
Strong will: When this character serves as a general, morale +4. If suffering has already been imposed on me, the road ahead will no longer be daunting.
Be content with the status quo: Loyalty +10. He is very adaptable to the status quo and does not complain too much about the status quo.
Seeking knowledge: experience gain +10%. It is human nature to seek knowledge, and he goes even further. He only hopes that this pursuit of knowledge will not swallow him up.
Flash of inspiration: When the character serves as the research director or the same position, it can provide +3% research speed for all ongoing positions. He always had sudden inspirations and gave guidance on ongoing experiments.
Zhongshan looked at him, and he nodded to Zhongshan that there was no problem.
Wu Bai rushed into the bathhouse.