When the Black Sha Gang spread Roland's recruitment order throughout the city, almost all the people at the bottom of the city were in a state of unbelievability.

This is the first time they have encountered such a thing in their lives.

The nobles recruited migrant workers to do a day of work, and at most they gave a piece of black bread to eat. The thing was made of crusts of grain and a small amount of pasta. Although it could be eaten, the nutritional value was not high. After eating, it would be hungry if you couldn't even withstand four hours.

Generally, migrant workers who are recruited need to bring their own food.

More importantly, the recruitment of noble lords is mandatory and must be obtained. If the work cannot be completed on time, the fate will either be hanged or a certain limb will be cut off.

After all, according to the current kingdom laws, all the civilians living in their territory are essentially possessed by the lord.

But now, the Magic Tower not only gives workers food and drink, but also brings some wheat back, and even... it is not a mandatory type.

The people from the Heisha Gang have already said that this time it is not a forced recruitment, but just a simple recruitment of workers.

Love comes or not!

Originally, most of the poor were a little hesitant, for fear that the nobles and great men would play with them as tricks.

But Black Sha and himself are the underlying organization, and they know very well how to make civilians believe in one thing.

That is to use a disgust attitude to tell these poor people that this is your chance, and the magician is pitying you, and deliberately find an excuse for you to eat. If you don’t go, forget it.

Although there is not much confidence in the upper class of the nobles, due to long-term poverty, an instinctive concept of "taking advantage" is rooted in the blood of poor people.

It will affect their judgment ability.

But it’s not their fault. It’s just a survival instinct that has arisen that their ancestors are afraid of being poor and hungry for generations.

If the Heisha Gang begs them to be migrant workers, the poor will definitely not dare to go. If they ask others for courtesy, they will have some intentions. This is their simple warning intuition.

But when the people of the Heisha Gang were arrogant and as if they were gifted to tell the poor people about the news, most of them were willing to believe it.

Giving things to eat for free is something, you should be so arrogant.

More and more poor families, young and old, walked out of the slums tremblingly, gathered at the city gate, first received two white bread, and then were taken away by the arrogant noble dog legs, distributed axes to them, and went to log outside the city.

Roland stood on the city wall and watched teams of migrant workers walking out of the city while eating white bread.

He turned around and saw more and more people walking out of the city, waiting in line at several distribution points outside the city gate.

Vincent stood aside, the cold wind was strong in winter, and his magic cloak was rustling.

After looking for a while, he asked, "Roland, how much do you want me to supervise?"

"Ensure that all migrant workers can get their own rewards and ensure that their lives are worry-free. As for the others, as long as they are not too much, turn a blind eye." Roland breathed a sigh of relief.

Vincent asked with a smile, "What do you mean is to watch the nobles' dog legs riding on the migrant workers and acting as a mighty man?"

"This is the only way for the time being. Who makes us short of manpower?" Roland said helplessly: "When the magic apprentices we cultivate ourselves grow up, they will be of no use."

Vincent smiled and said, "It seems that you have planned a long time ago, so that's good. Then I'll take people down to supervise the worker first. To be honest, it's quite interesting to play this game. You can see different worlds and different lives. I won't talk about learning magic. Now I can actually be a sheriff and experience how grassroots personnel work."

After hearing this, Roland smiled and said, "Isn't it good? You are a rich second generation. The experience and experience you have learned here can always be brought to the real world, and maybe you can help your family's business or company."

Vincent waved his hand as he walked: "My family is just an ordinary family."

Haha, it would be strange if you believe in you.

Roland shook his head, then came down from the wall and returned to the magic tower.

Now the magic tower is empty, everyone has been sent out to do things, even those students.

They followed the old seniors and usually helped them deliver tea, hand over water, wipe the floor, and convey some information.

The children don’t play a big role, but they can learn a lot when they follow and watch the older generation’s work.

For example, feel the atmosphere of doing things and learn the attitude of doing things.

As time goes by, more and more poor people have come out of the slums to work. Now there are ten bread distribution sites, and they have become more than 30 people. Even so, they are a little too busy.

There are several hotels and taverns under the name of the Magic Tower. Now they are completely closed and their hands are all used to steam bread, which has barely maintained the supply of bread.

After a few days, the wheat and flour in the Magic Tower warehouse disappeared at an exaggerated speed, and it was almost overwhelming in less than five days.

Fortunately, Roland had made arrangements before, and the first batch of merchants sent out had transported back a large amount of flour from one cart after another, which was enough for three days of consumption.

The subsequent food is also being transported back in an orderly manner.

Although Roland has never directed large-scale activities or projects, as an "intellectual" who has been educated for nearly twenty years, he can be called an intellectual in this world... He has also organized class activities and has had similar experience.

Although the number of people is far different, the difficulty of this forest deforestation and land reclamation project is not high and the technical content is insufficient. The only thing to pay attention to is safety and logistics supply issues.

The two Rolands caught them very carefully, Vincent helped to watch them, and he himself checked the logistics consumption and supply data once a day.

Try to be perfect.

The logging and land reclamation were going smoothly, and most of the woods in the north had been cut down. Now the nobles, or well-known people in the city, seemed to have recognized Roland again.

Commanding the work of nearly 20,000 people, supplying their food, working from sunrise to sunset, in an orderly and orderly manner, without any mistakes. With such command and planning ability, there is no problem even if you lead troops to fight as a general.

Many nobles who were not convinced by Roland also began to show signs of changing their minds.

Only little John, who was in his study, didn't know how many things he broke.

Everything is on track.

But for some reason, Roland always felt a little restless.

He would stand on the city wall for more than an hour every day to see if something had been missed by himself, but he could never find it, and this feeling of uneasiness became more and more intense.

Today he stood at the top of the city as usual and it was already snowing.

Vincent rode back from a distance on his horse. He rushed up to the city wall and said with a breath: "Things are wrong. There are many outsiders coming from the forest. They seem to be all casters, but they don't look like mages, and the visitors are not kind."

Spellcaster?

A sudden flash of inspiration in Roland's mind, and he finally knew the reason why he always felt restless.

Druid!
Chapter completed!