After trying it a few times, Wen Mian put the white hair ball away. Normally they don't need protective shields, and the road paving and bridge repair teams have to go to the other side of the island for construction.
Anyway, the current focus of all forces is on the Dragon Palace Order, and no one is interested in Treasure Island for the time being.
The treasure of the Dragon Palace is worth more than ten treasure islands. No one will lose the watermelon and pick up the sesame seeds.
On days when I can't show up, I meditate in the tree house to improve my power level. The energy field of Treasure Island is beneficial to all living things.
After several rounds of screening, Yunzhou left the nine most talented children for training.
After the initial training was over and professional secret guard training officially began, Yunzhou was no longer able to do it.
He has a secret guard, but he is not a secret guard himself, and he cannot do it with in-depth training.
It was time for me to appear on the stage. I put on a loose black robe, covered my entire face with a mask, and became an instructor in the training camp under the pseudonym "An Qi".
Yunzhou's educational philosophy is simple. When teaching children various secret guard skills, priority is given to ensuring their life safety.
In the original memory, countless children died during training, and were carried away like garbage and buried in random holes.
The secret guard training I experienced was accomplished with human lives.
Yunzhou does not want to cultivate secret guards by 'consuming lives'.
Therefore, although I have strict requirements for the children, all training items are guaranteed to be safe.
But again, if they are lazy and slippery at home, they will be severely beaten by society when they go outside.
The beating is light, and losing your life is a matter of minutes.
They are beggars and know very well what the outside world is like.
If you don't work hard as a beggar, you won't have enough food for the day, let alone if you are a secret guard on a dangerous mission.
The remaining nine children are all smart and precocious little adults. They don't need any explanation from me, they know what to do.
I sorted them according to their age. Other people's secret guards only have numbers or names given by their masters, and they have to abandon their original surnames.
Ours is a training camp, not a concentration/camp, so whatever they were called before and what they will be called in the future, they are just called 'nicknames' when they are at home.
"Da Mao, San Mao, this is the secret book of Chuan Xin Quan. You two can use it to practice."
"Yes, teacher!" Two young boys aged eleven or twelve clasped their fists and saluted gracefully.
I let them call me teacher because the relationship between me and them is more like that of teacher and student.
They don't have to bow to me when they see me, just be polite.
Their character is all under the control of my superpower, so there is no need to go through formalities.
Da Mao and San Mao practice boxing, Er Mao and Si Mao practice swordsmanship, Wu Mao and Liu Mao use poison, Qimao and Ba Mao learn tracking and secret language. Jiu Mao is too young. She is just six years old this year. I taught her the basics of disguise.
The island invited masters to teach, and there were schools in the first few buildings built in Yong'an City.
According to my plan, the school is divided into large, medium and small classes, and smart children can skip grades if they pass the exam.
The Demon Cult has a library, and there is also one on Treasure Island.
Adults can take literacy classes, which are enough for daily life tasks such as simply recognizing characters, keeping accounts, doing calculations, etc.
Investment in education is a money-burning project that will not pay off in the short term or even in the long term, but I am willing to spend the money.
Whether they are prisoners or sailors, if any of them are willing to learn, they can also participate.
Many of the prisoners were unjustly framed and imprisoned because of social problems.
Guard Jia ate and lived with them for a while, and got to know their family situation thoroughly.
There are old and young at home, and there are wives and children who are helpless.
The island owner allowed them to write a letter home every month and send it home together with their wages.
I have decided on this matter a long time ago, and it is regarded as my 'lifetime' arrangement.
Guard Jia and Wen Mian just need to do as they are told. My shop in Huacheng is the contact address for letters.
If they have letters to send home, they can send them to my shop and someone will pick them up.
Due to the Dragon Palace Order, the shop can only sell some dry goods native to the island, such as dried wild fruits, mushrooms and the like.
Prisoners could write home, let alone sailors.
The contents of their letters home were nothing more than reports of safety and that they were living well on the island.
They have enough food to eat and a monthly salary. The island owner never defaults on money and has days off.
This time a letter was sent home, and many of the letters sent back mentioned whether the children of relatives could be sent to 'jail'.
From what was mentioned in the letter, it can be seen that in some areas, local small-scale conflicts have become frequent.
Some mountain villages built at the junction of the two countries have suffered as a result. The villagers have become homeless, their houses and fields have been destroyed, and the relatives who have taken them in are worried that they have nowhere to accommodate them.
The prisoner who received the letter from home mentioned the matter to the guard Jia.
Guard Jia promised to consider it, but actually he came to ask me for advice.
From the looks of it, there are not many displaced villagers, and they can just go into production on Treasure Island.
But the number of refugees will increase exponentially in the future. The concepts of governing an island, a city, and a country composed of immigrants from various countries are completely different.
The land on Treasure Island is limited, and once certain openings are opened, it may not be difficult to close them again, but the consequences are unpredictable.
Guard Jia understood what I meant, and told the prisoners that the island owner originally wanted to build a paradise as a quiet place to hide from the world, but the island owner was gone. After thinking about it, he felt that he could not change the plan made by the island owner casually, so Treasure Island will not accept new settlers for the time being.
I had just 'died', and Yunzhou was languishing. The prisoners also knew that guards Jia and Wen Mian were workers after all, and they couldn't make the decision on many things.
The matter was shelved and no one mentioned it again.
The battle for the Dragon Palace Order on the shore has entered a fierce stage.
But an unexpected guest arrived on the island.
Luo Xiuran's arrival was beyond my expectation.
He landed on the island alone in a boat and said he wanted to see Yun Zhou.
Yunzhou's "memorial period" has not yet passed, and he misses his deceased wife at the grave all day long.
Luo Xiuran, led by Wen Mian, went to my grave to present something.
Yun Zhou's eyes dimmed, as if he had lost interest in anyone and anything.
When Luo Xiuran came to visit the grave, he ignored her.
Fortunately, Luo Xiuran didn't mind. He put something in front of the tombstone, not flowers or offerings.
"This is... the object left by A Tao. It is best to leave it to An Qi for safekeeping."
When I heard Luo Xiuran call the original boss by his nickname, I fell into a trance.
Although I am not in the cemetery, my breath is there. Through the breath, I can already see and hear the sights and sounds at the scene.
Luo Xiuran never called her by her nickname when she was with her original boss.
She took the initiative to tell him that she hoped he would call her that affectionately, but he never did so once.
Luo Xiuran came suddenly and left quickly, as if he just came to deliver something, even if he brought some 'gifts' to pretend to express condolences!
(End of chapter)
