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Adding a wheel axle to the frame is not an easy task. There is no crane specially prepared for this RV in the yard of the blacksmith's house. The reform-through-labor prisoners have never done this kind of work. The positioning accuracy is not good, so you have to rest and start over after a few attempts.
Wang Qi found a tree stump and sat down to draw a small RV for the blacksmith.
The blacksmith has already made a large RV, and I have seen more than one of his drawings. I am used to his marking method. There is no need to draw another enlarged drawing for many details, and it is very fast.
When he handed the picture to the blacksmith, the prisoners had just finished finishing the frame and had not taken a long rest.
Greeting the snow lion: "Let's go and meet the people you recommended, and they will follow."
"We have to drag this thing back. They may not have the energy to go back if we follow them." Snow Lion tried to buy rest time for others.
Wang Qi glanced at the others and told the followers: "Li Xiang, keep an eye on them for me. If they bully the blacksmith or run away, beat them with a stick and don't beat them to death."
"..." Li Xiangxiang followed him, bit his lip, and nodded, "Yeah."
A bit clingy, but her attributes are high enough now that she occasionally tries to deal with problems on her own.
Wang Qi touched his recently trimmed head to comfort him, then turned to let the snow lion lead the way.
There was no surprise. The person he introduced was no ordinary deserter, and the two of them arrived at the castle directly.
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The reconstructed team of several bandits had not yet left the castle. Someone was standing guard on the city wall. When they saw the God of Death coming again, they didn't even have time to report, so they opened the city gate first.
When Wang Qi and Snow Lion entered the door, everyone standing guard on both sides shivered and refused to comfort them. This was good, knowing that they would be more honest if they were afraid.
Soon several reorganized team leaders came out with their confidants.
"I wonder what the Lord's orders are when he comes in person?"
Wang Qi did not inform him of his name. The original bandits didn't know what to call him, so they just called you "Sir."
Wang Qi didn't say anything, and Snow Lion spoke, directly quoting the other party's title: "My lord, I hope you can rebuild the village, Foxbat, I recommend you to be the organizer."
Others looked at someone one after another. It must be the flying fox mentioned by the snow lion. He was also a bearded man and looked to be forty years old.
After recalling the situation that day, Foxbat seemed to be one of the sixteen people on the deserter's report list, with less than twenty votes.
"This... I really want to help you, but rebuilding the village..." Foxbat wanted to refuse.
Snow Lion interrupted him: "Find a place to talk, and then send someone to invite Vika."
After speaking, he explained to Wang Qi: "Vika has a certain reputation among the deserters. Persuading him can make the deserters more cooperative."
If we follow the bandits' thinking, Weika is the most unruly person among unruly people. He often takes the lead in opposition. If he is killed, it will cause more unruly people to backlash, which is very difficult to deal with.
"It's up to you, I just want the results."
A group of people welcomed the two into the castle and arranged to talk at the Snow Lion's original residence.
Snow Lion looked at the residence with a lot of clutter nostalgically, with mixed emotions.
He quickly controlled his emotions, sat down with Wang Qi and Foxbat, and asked Foxbat for pen and paper to talk about business.
"Your Majesty is willing to provide a ton of fresh meat to support the reconstruction of the village." Snow Lion said as he drew a picture on paper. He is also a soul painter on par with Anna. "I calculated the expenses, relied on the castle, and surrounded it with a horse-proof anti-demon hunting fence. Within four hectares, it should be enough to build a few wooden houses.”
The anti-horse-style anti-demon hunting fence was created by the early survivor settlements.
It has to be made of wood with a diameter of more than 20 centimeters and a length of more than four meters, sharpened and inserted diagonally into the ground. To make such a giant horse, it is impossible to start work without six people. It is very labor-intensive, and now the desert people no longer use it. , can only be seen in a few deserted dwellings that have not moved for many years.
The completion of Juma is only the first step of the anti-demon hunting fence. Later, trenches must be dug, support wood added to Juma, and the slope above Juma is used to build a sentry platform similar to a city wall.
The amount of work required for this kind of fortification is very large. In fact, one ton of meat is not enough to enclose four hectares.
But the benefits are also obvious. Once the trench specially tailored for the demon hunter is dug, the demon hunter will be easily injured if he tries to climb over the horse. The safety of farming within the fence is greatly improved, and he can effectively store food through planting to support subsequent villages. expansion.
Snow Lion's idea is to completely transform the Anti-Hunting Demon Juma Nei into a residential area after hoarding enough food, and build a relatively simple outer log fence. The space between the two walls will serve as a planting area for the village in its mature stage.
After reading Snow Lion’s plan, Foxbat asked the key question: “Why do you think these supplies are enough?”
Foxbat is a few years older than Valia, and he has remembered it long before the disaster. He knows what the horse-rejecting and demon-hunting fence is about. Although this kind of fence does not require one horse-rejecting fence to be close to the other, the middle is allowed. People ducked in sideways, but due to the complex structure and trenches, the amount of work was about the same as a simple city wall with a double layer of logs and soil. It might take more than a month for twenty people to build a hundred meters.
Snow Lion also had his own reasons: "If you think it's not enough, you can narrow the scope further, but I have to remind you, if the entire project takes five or ten years to be completed, how many deserters do you think will be left outside?"
Foxbat shut up.
After the God of Death came back, he distributed some supplies to the deserters, because these supplies contained tools and weapons, but they were not necessarily suitable for use. A few days ago, a small trade fair was held outside the castle. We took this opportunity to exchange information and know what to expect this year. Twenty more people died in winter, not counting the God of Death's blow to the Rathore Gang.
These people may not all be dead, or they may have run away, but to the remaining people in the area, it makes no difference whether they die, run away, or disappear.
The fewer people there are, the lower the total amount of items that can be traded, and it is impossible to exchange what is needed, and other people have to spend extra time to collect the corresponding supplies. For example, if the team that ventured to collect garbage in the city ran away, others would have to step in. Due to lack of experience and collecting repeated locations, the efficiency would be lower, and the overall situation of the deserters would become increasingly difficult.
The two talked about this for a while, and when the other person arrived, Wang Qi sat beside him drinking water and said nothing the whole time.
After waiting for another half hour, Vika was invited.
"Sir!" He bowed to Wang Qi before entering.
The deserters were poorer in nutrition than the bandits, and were generally night-blind. In addition, the Heavenly King Qi scared people, and Vika did not remember his appearance. However, when he saw the snow lion again, he could naturally tell who was the real owner among the three people sitting there.
Wang Qi nodded in greeting: "Sit down, I'm here to listen."
Snow Lion helped translate, and when Vika sat down, he explained his plan to him again.
If the Rathore Gang were still there, Vika would have hesitated, but now he was simply ecstatic to hear it. His resistance to the Rathore Gang for more than ten years was just to hope that everyone's life would be better, and the village would be rebuilt in one step, which would not only release part of the labor force to maintain safety, but also provide an environment for raising future generations.
For the three of them, one ton of meat would definitely not be enough.
Even if the deserters are willing to cooperate, the team in the castle can continue to stay in the castle to provide labor nearby, but too little food for heavy physical work will kill people. It is early spring and everyone has little fat, and there is no way to overdraw. He didn't dare to ask the God of Death for more, so he could only try to reduce the amount of work.
One person calculated the shortcomings and three others calculated the strengths. It didn't take long for the three to reach a consensus.
The first phase of the project was reduced to three hectares. In order to accommodate enough people in these three hectares in the later period and leave open space for exchanging supplies, the small building had to be made into three floors.
Although the construction volume of a three-story building will increase in the initial stage, the wooden scaffolding used in building the building can be reused. Tools, scaffolding, etc. are counted as public supplies, and the subsequent construction volume of the building will not be much greater than that of a two-story building.
Unfortunately, there is no time to cultivate this year, so we can only plow the soil to cultivate fertility in the summer. In late summer and throughout the autumn, we have to make way for winter supplies. The remaining work can only wait until next year.
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