After all the villagers walked away, Wang Yi took out the [Construction Drawings of Chaos Warehouse] from his backpack.
One unit of wood and 10 units of gravel were put together. Wang Yi threw the scroll over, and something magical happened.
The scroll emitted a golden light, but the wood and stones disappeared, and the shadow of a small courtyard quickly appeared.
After three breaths, a small courtyard about ten meters long and wide appeared in front of Wang Yi.
The small courtyard is of course the Chaos Warehouse. From the outside it looks like a small temple, with walls and a gate, made of green bricks and green tiles. There is a courtyard inside and only one room at the back.
As long as you enter the small courtyard, you will be within the scope of the Chaos Warehouse. You can call up the management panel of the Chaos Warehouse, and access items with just a thought.
Of course, this is a privilege that Wang Yi, the Chaos Lord, can enjoy.
"Black Technology Yard!"
Wang Yi muttered, and he asked Man Datou to store the golden roast chicken in the Chaos Warehouse, occupying only one storage compartment.
"Time stops in the storage compartments of the Chaos Warehouse. It's great to put food in without having to worry about rotting and deterioration!"
Wang Yi murmured.
That night, Wang Yi and Man Datou lived in the Chaos Warehouse. The conditions were limited, so they slept on the floor. Fortunately, the temperature was quite suitable, and they could survive without a bed!
The next day, when it was still dark, Wang Yi heard noisy people outside the small courtyard of the warehouse. When he got up, he saw that it was villagers from Shitou Village arriving.
This was a team of nearly a hundred people, like a group of refugees, including decrepit old men and young children carried behind their mothers. With shock and longing in their eyes, these people came to Wang Yi's territory and knelt down directly, crying loudly.
Why is there an extra small courtyard? "
"That's the Temple of the Immortals, right?"
"Where are the stones and firewood we moved yesterday?"
"Is this gentleman really a god? He created the Temple of the Immortals out of stones and firewood?"
"Those roast chickens are gone, all gone in one night..."
The villagers were shouting and making a scene.
Hand-headed, he walked out of the small warehouse courtyard. Being woken up like this, he didn't look good. He rubbed his eyes and asked Wang Yi: "Master, do you want to beat up these annoying guys!"
Wang Yi shook his head.
In his opinion, playing as a lord is nothing more than three steps of survival, development and expansion.
Now that he has roast chicken, guards, motorcycles, and warehouses, his survival is basically guaranteed. To accumulate resources for development, labor is needed!
Where does the labor force come from?
Wang Yi plans to use golden roast chicken to attract young laborers from Shitou Village and hire them for a short period of time. When conditions are met, he will gradually establish a loyalty grading system.
"Big Head, thank you for your role as the security captain and take care of order!"
Wang Yi stretched out his hand and pointed forward.
Whatever you are doing, just shut up, stand still, and wait for the master's arrangements! "
After this shout, the villagers immediately stopped crying and stood still, trembling.
Wang Yi coughed lightly, climbed onto the Liannu tractor, and introduced himself again in front of the villagers.
After a while, Wang Yi simply classified the villagers according to their age and physical condition.
A total of 91 villagers came.
Among them, there are 12 people in total, including the old, the weak, the sick, the disabled, the young, those over sixty years old, those under ten years old, and those who obviously have no labor force.
Then there were children and some thin women, 18 people.
The rest can be regarded as normal labor, a total of 61 people.
Wang Yi saw that Zhang Dashan seemed to have some prestige, so he called him aside and said: "I think you are a good person. From today on, you will be the captain of the production team of Shitou Village. You will be responsible for leading the people in your village to work. You will be directly connected with me. I will reward you with roasted chicken. Are you willing?"
"I will be the captain! I am willing!"
Zhang Dashan’s eyes lit up and he wanted to kneel down in excitement.
Wang Yi pulled him up and said: "Go and tell them that working here is very hard. I don't like people who are lazy and slippery. Once you find them, get out of here immediately! Come and find them at noon." I’ll take the roasted chicken, and I can promise you that you’ll be satisfied with the roasted chicken if you work hard! Do you understand?”
“I understand, I understand, I understand!”
Zhang Dashan nodded repeatedly.
Handsome, enjoy the roasted chicken! Gods must live like this.
Zhang Dashan couldn't help but drool when he thought of the taste of roast chicken.
Wang Yi continued: "Also, the most important ones are those who can do the work. Old men, old ladies, and children should not get involved. Let the person who belongs to the family take it back!"
"Okay, okay, I'll make arrangements!"
"As for today's work..." Wang Yi squinted his eyes, "There are four items. One is to clean up the surrounding chicken feathers, chicken bones, packaging bags, etc., the second is to move stones into the small courtyard, no matter how big or small, and stack them together. The third task is to move wood into the courtyard, and those who can cut down trees will arrange for them to be cut down! The fourth task is to dig up wild vegetables. Do you remember these wild vegetables? "
Zhang Dashan was very excited, bowed to Wang Yi, and went to arrange the work.
This man is 33 years old and is considered a senior villager in Shitou Village. Three generations of his ancestors have been in Shitou Village.
He is illiterate, has little knowledge, and has no skills. The farthest place he has been to is Kaiyuan County, a hundred miles away. He is an honest man and has a family of three, his wife Yang Qinggu and his son Zhang Xiaohu. They live a relatively satisfactory life in Shitou Village.
Zhang Dashan did not expect that he would be respected by the "lord" and become the captain of the production team.
He secretly pinched his thigh and grinned in pain - it was not a dream!
"Tiger's mother..."
Zhang Dashan turned to look at his daughter-in-law Yang Qinggu who was collecting firewood.
The woman's face was slightly darker, she picked up a dry branch with her rough palms, raised her head and grinned at him.
Five years ago, when there was a famine, the look in her eyes when she held the tiger baby that was crying from hunger and stuffed the last half of the bran cake into her mouth was the same as it is now. It was so bright that it could shine into the heart of the heart.
The son came over with a dung basket and bumped Zhang Dashan's shoulder with a playful smile, "There is green smoke coming from the ancestral graves of our old Zhang family!"
Zhang Dashan straightened his back suddenly, raised his head and shouted: "Listen to me!"
Everyone stared at them, and even Yang Xiaobao, who was chewing his nails, shrank his neck.
“Young men, pick up the dung basket and follow me up the north slope. There are a lot of stones and eggs there! Don’t embarrass me. We have to be worthy of the lord’s roast chicken. If you don’t carry ten baskets on your back at noon, I’ll beat his ass to pieces. ! 》
Zhang Dashan feels that at this time, he must be very similar to his father-in-law, the head of Shitou Village, Yang Wanli. Damn, I have long wanted to be so majestic.