Wu Hui will definitely not waste this labor just because Emily is a beautiful girl. At first, he didn't let go of Wang Xiaodie, who was acting coquettishly with him all day long.
Emily, a war chanter with a brain full of pornographic waste, is not bad in terms of intelligence and strength. And being able to sing war songs, even if they are mutated, shows that they have something to do with the Ares believers in the old church.
If you have connections, you can get in touch. You can inquire about the situation and exchange some resources.
In Wu Hui's view, the Old Church's goal of awakening the old gods is the more reliable of several routes, but of course it is only relatively speaking.
It's just that what these people do is not very reliable. They actually relied on devout prayers...
Considering the special nature of the gods themselves, praying might be able to help the gods regain some of their power, but after they died, the whole world became dark. Can the little effect of prayer really work?
But that was just a sign of Wu Hui's understanding. Perhaps the Old Church had other efforts.
It’s not really just praying.
In comparison, the New Sunists who are trying to create an artificial sun feel a bit unrealistic.
As for transforming into an undead or being immersed in a dream, they are only options. If you can live in the light, then naturally it is better.
"Where can I contact the people from the Old Church?" Emily began to think.
She did know someone from the Old Church, but that old guy had been dead for more than ten years. Even the remaining war song scores have undergone unknown mutations.
But Emily just lacked a suitable opportunity to come to her. After the camps in the wilderness unite, they have become a force that cannot be ignored. The total population of the city and the population directly under the jurisdiction of Black Rock City is only 80,000 or 90,000. Wu Hui and his other camps together have more than 10,000 people.
Well, there weren't that many originally. After the First World War in Black Rock City, more people were willing to join.
The dividends of victory are always attractive. Wu Hui's point setting and benefit exchange system slowly began to spread in the wilderness. A joint patrol team of 800 people began to be formed.
As long as there is firewood to shine, there will still be enough food to eat. Now most wilderness camps have learned from Wu Hui. There is no market and they all operate on a semi-rationing system.
Rationing is a minimum guarantee system.
There is a saying that when there is a 10% shortage of food, the price does not rise by 10%, but the price will not stop until the price rises to 10% of starvation.
Of course, more than 10 percent may actually starve to death.
The only way to solve this problem is rationing.
Everyone suffers 10% hunger together.
Of course, it is not exactly a rationing system now. It should be said that it is a planned economy. Wu Hui manages and arranges production all by himself, and there is no free market internally. There is only trade with the outside world.
If every plan of a planned economy is accurate, then this thing is very good. It's a pity that if you play too much, you will always make mistakes. If we rely purely on market regulation, the problems mentioned above will occur, and completely unreasonable fluctuations in price increases and decreases will occur.
There must be a market, and Wu Hui can still manage it with a thousand people at present, and he can still control all production by himself. It won't work anymore.
"Well, help each camp make a plan, let them develop, and find a few thorns to deal with to establish authority. The next civil strife in Black Rock City will be when the Darkless Camp completely enters the stage of history."
Wu Hui pushed up his glasses and decided on his next course of action.
It will take several more months to get the camp on track. Hopefully the second wave of chaos in Black Rock City will happen later.
At present, there is no shortage of anything except firewood. Schools, factories, farmland, and military camps are all on track and running well.
The camp currently has more than two hundred gold coins in its account. In fact, Wu Hui's share after wiping out the three major chambers of commerce was more than this, not to mention the recent profits from bronzes and medicinal materials. But Wu Hui knew that money was useless if he kept it in his hands, so he exchanged it all for firewood and other necessary items. Or use it to expand production scale.
In this case, making weapons will definitely not fail to sell.
Storing money and resources in warehouses is the behavior of feudal landlords. Of course, Wu Hui is not saving money now, but he still needs to save resources. Because when productivity is low, the ability to resist risks is more important than development speed.
So although the method of making money from money is theoretically more advanced and powerful. But it still depends on the specific situation.
Build walls high, accumulate grain widely, and become king slowly. This is the basic process for conquering the world. The current location of Wuyan Camp is not very good, and Wu Hui only built a small fence.
The real city wall will not be built until it is relocated later. But it won't be too strong, because this is a lightless land, and a city can only last a hundred years at most.
Maybe this is the limit of human beings. If we can't find a way within a hundred years, they will really become extinct in the darkness.
Thinking of this, Wu Hui felt that time was not waiting for me.
Obviously his development speed has been very fast, but he still feels that it is not fast enough.
According to the current progress, he can obviously change from a camp of forty people to a large territory controlling tens of thousands of people in just one year. No matter where it is placed, it will definitely progress very quickly.
You are obviously still young, so why worry?
Others cannot understand Wu Hui. Not even Cordell.
The surrounding area was bustling with people coming and going. But in this world, Wu Hui is very lonely.
Plateau Dominion.
An area on the edge of King Xin's rule.
Very fringe indeed. Here, the power of the Nightmare Sect may be greater than that of King Xin, and the Dominion itself is also a place where one does not have to listen to orders from superiors.
People indulged in dreams can be seen everywhere on the street.
Their eyes are closed, unwilling to wake up, and their bodies are functioning at a minimum. If the body dies, the soul can continue to function.
The soul of an ordinary person can last for hundreds of years at most.
If it is a strong man with fighting ability, it will not be a problem to last for thousands of years. The souls of countless people together form a dream, which is more beautiful than reality and happier than reality.
A young man in a cloak walked through the crowd.
His name is Duquesne.
It is said that the special commissioner of the Dream Sect in this city only took six months to become the regional director, managing the dreams of thousands of people.
Dukan's face covered by his cloak was filled with cynicism, but deep in his eyes were thoughts and worries.
Soon, he walked to a remote but luxuriously decorated cabin, took off his hood, and said to the people gathered in the room: "I heard that the agents you cultivated in Black Rock City have completely failed?"
"It's just a small town that is about to run out of firewood. Don't worry about it." A man was mentioned sad by Dukan. Looking at the smile on this guy's face, his mood suddenly became much worse.
But Dukan smiled happily: "Just admit your failure. There is no need to pretend that you don't care. Maybe I can give you some compensation?"
"Of course, this sentence is a lie to you."
ps third update today. Please vote, collect and subscribe. I'm so sleepy, I didn't sleep well this morning
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