Alien Arms Empire

Chapter 703 703 What the people want

The environment in the office is good, and the rain outside has nothing to do with the dryness in the room.The water column on the window edge and the hot and cold tea in the cup seem to complement each other so well.

Although there are many things, more than three times more than normal, it is actually a very comfortable thing to be able to sit in the room and deal with official business in this weather.

This is just an inconspicuous small office in the hinterland of the Tang Dynasty, and there is only a small consul working in it.

There are several levels of consuls in the Tang Kingdom, there are consuls in small towns, and consuls in big cities, but each consul is in charge of a different area.

And above the consuls in big cities, there are also grand consuls of a higher level. They also call themselves consuls, but the administrative level is already very large.

When the entire region is covered, there will be more senior officials. They are the big officials in the traditional sense, and they are capable officials of His Majesty the King who governs one side.

"The 20th flood peak has passed, and the dikes and dams in this jurisdiction are still strong." Seeing the contents of the report document, the consul nodded slightly in satisfaction, which meant that his work was not bad during the flood.

The troops are still stationed on the embankment, the people are returning to their homes, the rain is decreasing, and everything seems to be back on track.

Then he will organize people to build dams again, clear roads, restore destroyed houses, and then take advantage of the opportunity to find some crops that stop losses and cultivate them.

Each item is a challenge for him, and each item requires his command and implementation. It is related to the economic recovery of a region, and it cannot be sloppy at all.

Before the troops leave, he should make full use of the free labor first, and it shouldn't be a problem for them to help restore the power before leaving.

After all, these troops have been stationed here for some time, and the people trust these troops very much, and these troops have also received a lot of kindness from the people.

Whenever the army was busy on the embankment, the common people were responsible for cooking and delivering water. The two sides were absolutely in love with each other. Repairing some electric poles was definitely a trivial matter.

Once the electricity is restored in the small town, the school can resume classes as usual. With the school taking in students, the human resources in the small town can be liberated and production can resume.

This is a top priority. As long as there is manpower to start working and resume production, the cement factory in the village can start, and the cement produced can speed up the repair of dams and the construction of houses.

After a virtuous circle, the entire town can recover from the damage of the flood and then help the surrounding villages.

He needed to make arrangements for all the interlocking matters, so he grabbed the official seal in front of him and stamped his official seal on a proposal.

"Master Consul!" A member of his subordinates knocked on the door and walked in, shouted in embarrassment, and then he didn't know where to start.

"Just tell me what you have." The young consul began to read the second report and began to think about whether the purchase of 30 trucks was in line with the follow-up reconstruction plan, and he ordered.

The man thought about it, and then reported: "A vicious gang fight broke out in the town."

"A fight? What's going on? Why?" The consul raised his head, looked at his subordinates worriedly and asked.

Now that the disaster has not completely passed, he really has a headache when such a vicious incident occurs at a time when the country is in crisis.

The subordinate immediately explained: "The thing is like this. I don't know where a dozen or so refugees came from. They said in the square that because the king is fatuous, licentious and cruel, that's why the gods will send disasters to punish this country."

"Ah?" The consul was taken aback for a moment, and then he keenly realized that things are definitely not as simple as the other party said.

Sure enough, the other party continued: "There was an old lady passing by who couldn't listen anymore, so she asked where these face-faced people came from. The other party didn't answer, and said that this was a disaster from the gods, punishing the Tang Dynasty, as long as the overthrow The cruel rule of the king can stop disasters and wars."

"This is premeditated spreading rumors..." The young consul stood up and said with a gloomy face, "Where are these people?"

"In the end, the old lady quit. When the flood came, she was carried by our soldiers to escape the danger. Her house collapsed, and she still lives in a tent of our national defense army." The subordinate continued: " Then it yelled."

"As soon as the old lady yelled, all the neighbors and folks around gathered here. When everyone heard what the old lady said, they all started talking about His Majesty's benevolence, and the two sides started arguing." After he finished speaking, he spread his hands. : "The result is arguing and arguing, people in our town are stupid..."

Well, I thought about it, since he took over this small town, he discovered that the people of Zheng Guo are honest and honest, they are reasonable and accept death, they are definitely the best people in the world.

If you are stupid, you feel that you have never quarreled with the other party. If you have not quarreled with the other party, you feel that you have suffered a loss. It seems that it is not the temper of the Tang people not to get back after the loss. Therefore, it is absolutely possible to use some traditional methods to determine the winner. Original.

"Our people didn't suffer, right?" The consul raised his eyebrows, and the first sentence he asked was not about breaking the law.There is no way, the folk customs are simple and simple, it is because of his good teaching.

"How can it be? We only took five people, hit fifteen on the opposite side, and knocked them all down in a few hits..." The subordinate was triumphant, and he seemed to be a simple and honest man.

The food of the people in the Tang Dynasty has improved, three meals a day, and recently all kinds of canned fruits and luncheon meat have been distributed from the army supply side, and the plowing of land for emergency rescue has completely beaten this body out.

In other countries, these muscular migrant workers are definitely good candidates to serve as soldiers and kill the enemy, but in Tang country, they are just average.

It may be a bit exaggerated if you say that one hits a few, and one hits two other countries is definitely a basic operation, and there is no need to show off.

"Five?" The consul's tone was not kind, as if he felt that there were fewer people on his side, and he was afraid of some hidden losses.

"Yeah, there are only five. The more than 100 who rushed up from behind could only be kicked to the ground. They lost several of their shoes, and the slow ones didn't get in." The subordinate shook his head regretfully. .

"Did he not be killed?" In an instant, the attitude of the consul was different. There was a hint of worry in his satisfaction, as if he felt that it was inappropriate for a murder case to occur in the area under his jurisdiction.

"How can it be. The folk customs in our small town are simple and honest, and everyone is a decent person who can read and write." The subordinate is serious: "Although the appearance is a bit ugly, I guarantee you can still breathe."

Only then did the consul feel relieved, and he ordered: "You keep an eye on me, don't make any troubles, hand it over to the security department for interrogation, and check everything clearly. Your Majesty's reputation cannot be desecrated!"

"The subordinate understands!" The man lowered his head slightly, and then left the office.

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On the river embankment, in the drizzle, a man pretending to be a refugee mysteriously squeezed next to a group of shirtless men who were taking a temporary rest.

He looked around, and lowered his voice to a man who was already tired and drowsy, and said, "Are you arrested for hard labor? Let me tell you... this Tang country, the king is nothing at all... ..."

The man who heard this raised his eyebrows, looked at the other party, with a weird smile on his face: "You continue to talk..."

As soon as the man spoke a few words with joy, he found a group of men with strange smiles on their faces.

They were all bare-chested, only wearing thick orange vests. The muscles on their bodies were constantly twisting, and the surroundings were eerily quiet except for the sound of the rushing river and the sound of rain.

"Buried it?" A lieutenant looked at the major beside him, and the major finally couldn't help grinning: "It's the first time I've seen such a brave man, okay, let him be buried."

"You, you! What do you want to do!" The man panicked and asked loudly.

"To make you understand, we are the Wehrmacht of the 7st Battalion of the 1st Regiment of the 1th Motorized Rifle Division. We are not hard labor." A soldier walked forward with a smile, and his muscles were really scary.

"Hit!" I don't know who yelled, and then I heard the muffled sound of fists being pumped on the cheek. The man didn't even realize a word of help, and was pushed down by a group of men in the muddy water.

"Good fight, old man, it's the first time I've seen such a shameless guy!" The local fellow who came to deliver water watched the scene of beating people over there, and said while handing the water bottle to a soldier.

"It's not that you haven't seen it. Someone came to you to scold Zheng Tong a few years ago. Can you be so angry?" the soldier asked with a smile while drinking water.

The old man shook his head, and then laughed: "How can it be, someone scolded Zheng Tong in front of me ten years ago, and we all followed suit. But our king is different, he is a good king! We These common people pray morning and night, hoping that our Majesty will proclaim himself emperor."

"Sooner or later." The soldier drank the hot water in the kettle and handed the empty kettle back to the old man: "Thank you, sir."

"Hey! It's been a while, you are here to help us, old man, I am very grateful! Come back and talk. I will send water to those boys, and I am tired from beating people, so I have to rest..." The old man waved his hand, Carrying a shoulder pole, he walked down the embankment.

While walking, I heard him yelling: "Boy over there! Take a break, take a break! Let me kick the old man to enjoy myself, stop and take a rest, drink some water before kicking too late!"

(End of this chapter)