Log in to the farming game in advance

Chapter 11
"My lord, Orlando has returned from the southern mines."

When the landowner heard the news from his servant, he immediately drove to Orlando's home.

Just in time, another landowner's carriage also arrived at the door. The two exchanged glances and nodded in agreement. They entered Orlando's courtyard together and saw Orlando drinking with a worried face.

The two found that after returning from the mine, Orlando's complexion was very bad, his ears and tail were straight and high, and they probably had a lot of rejection, and they were sullen.

"Orlando, what's going on?"

The landlord Lu Fu frowned, even though he knew that the matter had not been successful, he still wanted to ask.

At this question, Orlando, who was drunk and blushed, was like a powder keg that exploded at a click, and all kinds of ugly words burst out of his mouth:

"The lion people in the mine are political idiots and business fools. Whether it's tax reform, the arrest of the old priest, or the cat slave economy, those lion people all show papaya expressions. Their brains can't understand the meaning of several golden dragons... "

After Orlando finished speaking, he patted the table again, severely belittling the IQ of the soldiers in the mine.

Seeing Orlando's anger, the two landowners didn't doubt his strange intentions. They also slapped the table angrily, snatched the wine jar from the table, took a sip, and said, "The Lion Clan people are all idiots!"

"That's right, they're all idiots and single-minded!"

The three scolded in the courtyard for 2 minutes, and the topic gradually returned to normal.

"I can't help it. Lions have low IQs and can't understand the importance of this matter. We can only adopt a more radical backup plan." Lu Fu's expression was gloomy, and all the golden dragons lost were from the cat slave economy.

For the three landlords, it doesn't matter whether the tax is changed or not. Anyway, no one dares to collect their tax, but the cat slave economy must be returned.

"Is it the old priest's backup plan?" Orlando raised his eyebrows, and his speech became very bold after drinking:

"This plan is not reliable at all, you must know that Alan is training soldiers, there are fifty orc recruits, and all the villagers support him.

If Allen is threatened, the mine soldiers will not refuse to save them. In theory, we may face 100 villagers and more than [-] fighters! "

Orlando knew the old priest's plan, but the three landlords had only 360 slaves in total. If they were all used to rebel against the village, both sides would suffer, and there would be a problem of insufficient manpower for the autumn harvest afterwards.

"No, we just need to hold a joint protest, show our posture, and force the village head to change the cat slave policy back. We don't care about the half-tax and no-tax ones. Anyway, we won't get them." Landlord old Two said.

"What if he directly sends the mine lion soldiers down to suppress it, can you afford it!" Orlando said angrily.

It has to be said that drinking has this benefit. His face was flushed, his tone was violent, and he was drunk. These three characteristics made the slight trembling of Orlando's right arm a normal phenomenon. The two of them only thought it was a sign of extreme anger.

"If you don't resist, let him handle us?" Lu Fu didn't want to do this either, but he had no choice but to resist.

The landlord's second son was drinking again, and the cat's tail slapped the table, unwilling to say: "That's a few golden dragons, we must fight back!"

Yes, a few golden dragons, this is a huge benefit for the orcs living in the valley.

Seeing that the two insisted on opposing each other, Orlando's eyebrows twitched. He didn't want to die with the two idiots, and immediately shouted: "Alan has changed the tax law. We can find someone to send a letter to the adults of Morning Glory Town!"

Hearing this method, the landlord Rufu suddenly opened his eyes wide, turned his head, and stared straight at Orlando.

Not only Luffy was surprised, but the second son of the landlord also stared at Orlando, clapping his big hands on the table, wagging his tail from side to side, and said excitedly:
"Orlando, you're a fucking genius!"

"Yes, this is an excellent idea, but we have no evidence, how can we prove it?"

After being praised by the great landowner Luffy, Orlando laughed out loud on the surface, but actually heaved a sigh of relief in his heart.

To be honest, he didn't mention this bad idea, but Alan told him.

Allen said that if you encounter the situation of option 1, you can make this suggestion.

Plan 1 is that the two landowners are hot-headed and insist on taking the slaves to a civil war. Both sides will lose, so Orlando will lead the idea of ​​sending a letter.

In addition to plan 1, Allen also conceived several situations, and proposed corresponding plan contingencies.

In order to ensure that the priest would never trouble him with mining forever, Orlando spent almost all his brain cells and wrote down the contingency measures for several major plans.

It has to be said that these plans are very detailed. For example, the following plan 1 uses only one word - procrastination!

The essence of plan 1 is to drag the words, just hold them back from openly rebelling.

As for the matter of them sending someone to deliver the letter, Allen said that he would take care of it and there was no need to worry.

the other side.

Allen thought to himself that with his assassin strength, it would be easy to sneak into the homes of the two landlords and assassinate them directly.

But after the assassination, who cares about the slaves left by the landlord?
For Orlando?
The assassination of two big landlords is a big event, how to guide the public opinion of the villagers?

Allen was thinking.

Letting Orlando act as a spy was just an expedient measure for him to stabilize the three landlords. In fact, his village did not need the class of landlords.

In his eyes, the landlord is a big treasury, occupying a lot of human resources, but the economic efficiency is not high.

At present, he needs a lot of steel. Now there is the crucible steelmaking method, which can make good steel, but steelmaking needs pig iron, and pig iron is smelted from iron ore.

Therefore, he needs to use a lot of labor to build a large number of iron-making blast furnaces. Blacksmiths are small workshops, not large-scale iron-making and steel-making.

Freeing the slaves of the landlord's family and allowing them to join Allen's steel industry has become a certainty.

Before deciding to implement this plan, Alan needs to cultivate some talents. He can't let him do everything himself, and some people in the territory need to share the pressure.

"Well, the evening school is going to be set up. Improving the literacy rate of the villagers and children's education can't be delayed. Let's train a few teachers first."

……

Soon.

The passing villagers found that there were a few more sheets of paper on the bulletin board, and they passed it on to ten, and more and more villagers came to hear the news.

A group of illiterate villagers looked at the words on the paper and scratched their heads.

When Hoss rushed over, dozens of villagers had already surrounded the bulletin board.

"Hoss, you are finally here, and the village chief has written some announcements. Come and see if it's a good thing or a bad thing."

The orc villagers looked worried. They heard that the village chief and the small landlord went to the mine for an afternoon. This was a bad signal, indicating that the village chief might change.

After hearing the news, Hoss rushed over, and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw dozens of pairs of eyes staring at him.

He didn't dare to delay, and immediately looked at the paper on the bulletin board.

At this sight, he was shocked.

Everyone was shocked when they saw his expression.

"The village chief won't be persuaded by the landlord, will he?"

"The three landlords put pressure together, and the village chief may have to change his mind."

Hoss wiped his eyes. He didn't hear the villagers' worried words. Instead, he watched intently again, and his eyes stayed on the word "school" for a full ten seconds.

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(End of this chapter)