Take Taobao with you to another world

"I want to join you."

he said to the young leader.

Then the other party nodded, "Okay."

So next...

Another morning came.

Ansalu opened his eyes, staring fixedly at the still green roof of the shed, until the wake-up bell sounded into the shed, and he lazily got up together with other people in the shed.They yawned, scratched their bellies, and scratched their ears. One by one, they walked outside the house, and opened their trousers against a wooden barrel under the eaves. Amidst the sound of water dripping, Anzalu thought about today's breakfast.

The weather is still very hot, and the thatched huts where many people live together are far less comfortable than the rooms in the hostel, but they are not unbearable. As far as the place where Ansalu slept, these huts are airy and free of bugs. The residents are generally in good health, bathing and changing clothes every day, and even the urine bucket outside has to be dumped and washed every day. Compared with caves, grass nests, barns, open fields and tree branches, it is not bad. In terms of trivial matters, it can even match some of the enjoyment of the gentlemen.Although not everyone likes to take a bath, the water is very cool, and there are special people to wash and repair clothes. When you return to the hut, open the pitcher, and you can see the extremely clear and clean water——Gentiles not only removed the mud in the water sand and micro-worms, and insisted on boiling the water before drinking it. Although there are always people who think that foreigners are troublesome in everything, those who do these hard work can get paid, and those who drink water only have to pick up The cup held out, and most importantly, the abdominal pain was indeed less.

With less abdominal pain, people can eat more.Well, when it comes to what makes Gentiles so hard to get a person to die for, the first, unquestionable, and incomparable, is their food.

One, they are generous, very generous.Having enough to eat, which has become a luxury in other places, is a matter of course for the Gentiles, as long as you work and can accept the way the Gentiles treat food—second, if you are not the beneficiary, whoever knows the Gentiles How to deal with food, you have to shout like a prodigal son; quinoa must be shelled, ground finely, kneaded into dough, let them swell by themselves, and then baked in an iron stove until loose Yes, thoroughly, roasted until eight hundred steps away, you can smell the aroma that makes people scratch their heads; as long as the vegetables are tender and sharp, throw away the old roots and yellow leaves, even the dried vegetables are fine. Boiled so soft that no dregs can be chewed; meat must be included in the soup, sometimes dried and boneless fish pieces of whitebait, sometimes fresh, finely chopped meat, also without bones; poultry The carcasses of domestic animals are used to cook soup. When the soup turns from colorless to pale white, it is taken out and put in an oven to dry with embers, and then poured into baskets and held out for people to grind their teeth to absorb the marrow.Third, Gentile food heals.

Many people claim that their ailments and ailments have all disappeared because of these rich and refined foods. Now, even if everyone understands these principles, what is the use?Not every village has a mill, and it is the grace of the master that the oven at the head of the village can be opened twice a month. Eating meat depends on luck in a good year. In the current famine season, who would be willing to eat such fine white flour?Even in the memory of the locals, only foreigners can dig grain out of the cellars of the gentlemen and feed it into everyone's mouth without hesitation.

Naturally, there will be some people who are worried. According to the extravagance of the foreigners, these food reserves may not last long-not to mention that people are still coming to this city in a steady stream.But because of these graces, some people think that the Gentiles are omnipotent and omnipotent, so food is naturally not a problem, and this kind of thinking has to be said to be well-founded, after all, the Gentiles even need to build. The materials are willing to be shipped in, who knows how many things are in their warehouse now?

Anzalu came to the farmland cafeteria together with others.Similar to the construction site canteens in the city, the canteen here is also a large shed supported by brick and stone pillars. There are long tables and benches on the flat mud floor, and the cooks and cooks are wearing overalls and cloth towels covering half of their faces. Standing behind a row of huge covered wooden barrels, holding a spoon and tongs in his hand, he quietly distributed the food evenly to everyone's bowl.They came neither early nor late, and there were already some people lined up in front of the food bucket. Ansalu grabbed a set of cutlery and stood at the tail of a line, his eyes fell on other people's plates.

Whoa, something new again.

Regarding the small matter of diet, Ansalu believes that the biggest difference between being a traveler and a hard worker is the difference in the types of food.Although the food provided by the hostel is quite famous on the waterway, it is because the foreigners are willing to consume ingredients. Except for the rich fat, the sugar and salt are particularly pure, and the cooking methods are very delicate, there is nothing special about the ingredients. Many chefs go to watch their huge kitchens, and they are willing to share the recipes openly, so people naturally think that this is their eating habits, and few people think that even their food is heresy.Ansalu used his own tongue to identify at least five kinds of food that he had never heard of since he became a farmer for seven days. As for how many weird things there are in those seasonings, spices and sauces, that's simply God knows.

It's not that Ansalus thinks it's harmful, after all he also got by eating raw maggots for some time, but it's just that it's because the Gentiles always eat with their slaves, so they don't make any distinctions in food. It can only be described as waste - do these ignorant and vulgar low-class people know what spices are?Can their noses discern the flavors of food?Can their loose teeth be used for grinding to appreciate the flesh?Can their tongues soaked in green salt taste the difference between crystal sugar and honey, and can they say an appropriate praise for everything they don’t deserve?

Ansalu, who was seated, took a bite of the soft and fragrant bread, scooped up a spoonful of soft and thick miscellaneous porridge, squinted his eyes, and felt the taste of those full grains like golden beads cracking between his teeth in the sweetness .The gentle breeze blows from the fields, passing through the hall to take away the heat. Nearly a hundred people gather here, but there are not many voices. Almost everyone eats very cherished.Perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, these defected farmers are not qualified to eat enough, but even the livestock know the quality of forage, no matter how angry the gentlemen are, the foreigners will not listen to them.

So, thought Ansalu, what would Gentiles want to grow in fields that were more carefully plowed than nobles trimmed their beards?

You don’t have to clean up the tableware after breakfast. The inspectors in the cafeteria don’t just take care of queuing, fighting, wasting food, and breaking dishes. They also put the tableware in baskets for others to wash.These contented farmers just stood up on their stomachs and filed out of the canteen into the morning sun to go to the next place.

Under the thatched shed at the assembly point, the team leaders of the agricultural reclamation team waited with their tools.Before the bell for going to work, everyone wrote down their books, got their own tools, and then stepped on the bell to go to today's allotment.

It’s still such an empty scene, but Anzalu walking on the road has another identity. He walks among the crowd with farm tools on his shoulders, listens to other people’s whispers, and browses at random with his eyes. The open road is The soil is compacted, and then a layer of gravel from the city wall is laid. It is pushed and rolled by the steel monster until it is integrated. Even if you walk with your eyes closed, you will not stumble. Looking at the canal, you can even see some swimming fish shadows.It's just that the fields are empty, and if the white ridges and clods are all over the place, if they are covered with lush greenery, it must be a pleasing beauty in front of them.However, before that, Ansalu had very little, or almost never seen such pure land. Regardless of the fields of peasants or nobles, weeds could never be pulled out. Even the oldest farmer in the team has never heard of anyone else in the world tossing the land like this, and nothing has been planted yet.It’s just that the heresy of the Gentiles is more than the same, and the farmers are just muttering in private, no one will point fingers, and some people even think that all the actions of the Gentiles have profound meaning-look at what they have done and are doing. thing.

Ansalu was not superstitious about Gentiles, but it was hard for him not to think so.

After sweating a little, they came to the field. The team leader in charge of the field planted colorful flags, and a long line of carriages drove up the road.On the pallet behind the horse's tail, baskets were neatly stacked one after another. After unloading these baskets, they found that they were full of palm-sized black things like round cakes.The members of the land reclamation team took them in their hands, smelled them, and took a look. After so long arguing with Tukela, they finally saw something new. Some even secretly licked it with their tongues, and then the captain told them , the thing to do today is to bury these fat cakes in the ground.

"Fat cake? What's a fat cake?"

"Just like people need to eat and drink, this is something for food." The captain said.

Before they fully understood what it was, the farmers became excited about another meaning in the words: "What? Are you going to grow food?"

"What are we going to plant?"

"Where are the seeds?"

The farmers asked in a hurry, and the team leader replied loudly: "You will know what to plant soon, and it will be delivered tomorrow!"

Then they all calmed down and stood in a row consciously to see how the team leader and team leader worked.After the team leader and team leader finished their work, they repeated the two working skills to them again and again, until all the roll callers nodded, and then let them pair up, carry the basket, pick up the tools, go down the field ditch, and walk along the road. Dig out shallow pits section by section on the soil ridge, and bury the fat cake.

Ansalu had never been a farmer, but the foreigners taught almost everyone as fools, and most of the teaching methods were unheard of. He learned quickly and his hands and feet were nimble. Although he joined the gang halfway, he was still a quiet person The big guy, too, was quickly picked up by the rest of the team.They were not wary of him, and would talk about anything around him, and even if it was because the Gentiles had no restrictions on it, Ansalu would still be surprised—because they dared to consider themselves one of the masters of these lands.

These peasants united to hand over their land to the Gentiles, and then got the identity they have today. In a team of three to fifty people, most of them come from the same village or farm. A team like this is in the whole farming brigade There are several.After the Gentiles took away all the lords' common lands, they demanded that the peasants in the outer and outer suburbs also give up their allotments. This outrageous request met little resistance because of the extremely favorable terms of the transaction.After all, after the floods in spring, most of the fields could no longer count on the harvest. The Gentiles not only declared that they only leased these lands, but guaranteed that they would be given at least the full harvest of the normal year in the mature season, and offered to hire them to plant these lands, not only by paying, Provide shelter and food, and even their families into the city, so probably only people who are determined to die can refuse, and after such a victory, few people will want to fight against the Gentiles.

Although the Gentiles also have some embarrassing requirements, for example, their contract does not accept a single person or a single family, at least three families must share the same name, and each person has to press their fingerprints on the four copies of the contract.After collecting the deed, the Gentiles will assign members according to the names on the deed. Parents and children, brothers and sisters, and most of the relatives and neighbors can be in the same team, which greatly alleviates their initial anxiety, at least when they see those steel After the monster, it's better to be shivering with your family than someone you don't know.But they felt a little cheated when they saw the Gentiles leveling all the fields indiscriminately.

How do they get their land back again?

So the Gentiles asked them to draw lots, and if they got a share, that piece of land would "belong" to them in the contract, and they would cultivate it, and the harvest would be distributed to them according to the amount in the contract. Of course, if someone really couldn't accept it , the Gentiles could also give him and all the people on the deed he stamped a sum of money, a lot of money, and send them out of the city politely-it seems not so bold The fool appears.

In fact, apart from the harvest that was left in the contract, these farmers did not get anything more. They ate the same food, wore the same shoes, used the same farm tools, and worked the same as those "outsiders" who were incorporated into the team. The same job, but no dissatisfaction.There are no Gentiles, some of them died in the spring, and if they don't hand over the land, they dare not say that they can survive the famine as a whole family, even if the contract is a lie, but three meals a day is not a lie People, new clothes, new shoes, new hats, new farm tools, new houses, these are also real, and speaking of slavery, didn’t they have to work for the old men in the past?Besides, working for the Gentiles was not considered hard work.They are not used as cattle and horses. The most important work is done by their steel monsters. In addition to picking up stones and throwing powder and other manual work, whether it is clearing weeds and trees or digging ditches, or today's There are convenient iron farm tools to help grow fat cakes.

The work is easy to do, and there is enough light salt water when you are thirsty. Not only is lunch delivered to the field, but after eating, you can take a nap under the shadow of the wide eaves of the thatched shed until you are called up for class; Going to the farmland cafeteria to eat and drink well, I never imagined that farming could be so comfortable.Without whips and insults and beatings, the captains and group leaders who disciplined them would still have to work, and they would never do less than them.Who wants to be resentful in such a day, then he must be a person with a broken heart, because if anyone doesn't want to do good things, everyone else will be implicated.These honest farmers haven’t had any accidents yet, but they have heard that some people in the city are lazy, greedy and bullying others, and the foreigners take back their books and drive them out.

Really deserve it.

At a time like this, without the protection of the Gentiles, I really don’t know how they can survive.Those people must have been fascinated by the devil, otherwise, even if it was just for food, they would be reluctant to leave.

The setting sun shines in the west, and the bell to get off work is heard throughout the city and outside the city. The farmers in the fields straighten their sore waists and walk up to the ridge. After a short assembly, the captain is still holding the flag in front, carrying the farm tools. Following behind, groups of groups converged on the main road from all directions of the land.Gentiles carved the earth like a chessboard, and these peasants and women, who consciously or unconsciously displayed order, also looked like living chess pieces.In the eyes of a pure outsider like Ansalu, they even saw a little bit of the army from them.

Obeying orders, cooperating with each other, advancing and retreating in an orderly manner, and looking at the iron utensils in their hands, they are all heavy and sound good, and because of frequent use, they are sharp-edged, coupled with good food, let Their physique has improved significantly in just one month, and now it is a bit reluctant to say that they are just ordinary farmers.Ansalu wasn't sure if the young leader's intention in making him have to come here in the first place was for him to see this, but the Gentile's methods became more frightening the more they knew.

The horror lies not only in their numerous tricks and investment at any cost - how many things can be bought elsewhere just by food!What's more, Gentiles unabashedly and mercilessly subvert and abandon all "traditions", "customs" and "rules", and almost all common sense.This kind of rebellion is reflected in their words, actions, diet and order, in the destruction of old cities, the birth of new cities, the addition of bricks and tiles every day, in the flat fields that are still extending, and the pervasive words With numbers, and for all, compulsive learning.

After eating dinner and taking a shower, the sky has not yet completely darkened, and most people who still have energy will not go to sleep. Unless they are injured or sick, they have to go to work during the day, and everyone gets almost no reward. There is a difference, but before the night class, teenagers can go to the designated place to play with their peers. The Gentiles have taught them a lot of ways to play games. Men can go to the fraternity to learn carpentry and masonry, while women go to the sorority Well, there are also people teaching them about women—although Ansalu heard that the things prepared for them on both sides are similar. After they get used to those tools, some small tasks are handed out, and they can earn extra income when they are completed. .

Then, the night shift bell would ring.

When Anzalu observed the city briefly, he thought he had seen enough. It was not until he actually entered their lives that he realized how shallow he was--the foreigners could do this!When the thin curtains were lowered and the magic lights were brightly lit, he sat on the bench with others, took out his book and put it on the table, and watched a foreigner come up to the podium and said to these farmers and women: "Everyone Good evening, I am today's teacher. Before starting to study, please answer me a question: What are we studying for?"

"Be good for us, for everyone!" people replied.

Ansalu was genuinely surprised.

It's obviously an instilled slogan, but people have taken it for granted and thought it was at least half true because the Gentiles had already done half of it.Many people lost their homes and came here and lived a more comfortable life than before the famine. Almost no one wanted to lose all this, so the Gentiles asked them to obey, and they obeyed, but otherwise they would not change themselves .Gentiles obviously don't want to see this.As long as people don't change, a city is destroyed, and the things that are rebuilt are still similar. No matter how special the Gentiles are, they are always few. Rotten, but once - as long as they educate the populace extensively and continuously, things will change a lot.

Therefore, all the pouring of money and materials is not as shocking as the contribution of Gentiles in education.

And their lectures are quite particular. For a half of the time, they are promoting their achievements, not directly bragging themselves, but first praising the people who came to the night shift for how much work they have done, and then saying how many people came to this city today , how many stone bricks have been produced from the kiln, how long ditches have been dug, and how long roads have been paved. Where is the work on the construction site done quickly and well? And being rewarded, what is the origin of these people, what kind of pain they have suffered, who caused these pains, what are their expectations after receiving the reward, and so on.Sometimes it is also said who committed the unforgivable sin and what punishment should be paid.Gentiles don’t need to speak in an encouraging tone, but people will naturally listen to what they care about, and these words are not just to tell them what happened in the city. The new words and calculation topics to be learned in the second half also come from these tell.

Anzalu has a little ground, and other hard-earned people envy him, but he himself has little pride.The goal of the Gentiles is to have [-] common words and [-] foreign characters within a year, to be able to read all the texts in this book fluently, to be able to write a composition of more than [-] words, and to be able to do a hundred words. Addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division within ... and the day's work will not stop.

God!Are you dreaming?

Ansalu, who finished his homework in class tonight, looked at the few unlucky ghosts who were detained, and was a little unsure whether these ambitious goals were really impossible to achieve.

As the bell rang for the end of get out of class, this full and exhausting day was finally coming to an end, Ansalu shuffled out of the classroom, and walked on the night road with others.The soft wind was blowing, the stars were bright, the wind lanterns were shaking gently on the high poles, and people who were not night blind were talking and laughing, complaining and looking forward. Anzalu stretched his waist and felt someone behind him.

He put down his hand and paused slightly.

"It's time to do it," the man whispered, brushing past him.