Night fell.
The City hall only allocated a small amount of lamp oil to them, and many people were reluctant to light oil lamps. Night, there were women drawing water to wash clothes. After the sister finished feeding her nephew, she coaxed him to sleep. The little guy was very clever, and it seemed that he rarely cried. George came back with a bucket of water from the well outside. Seeing his sister motioning him to take off his clothes and wash them, he simply found a corner and washed them casually. The daily necessities were public, and it was a bit troublesome for four or five people to use them. George still had some money in his hand, and he planned to buy some daily necessities in two days.
There was a noise in the small courtyard next door.
George glanced at the sister who had just coaxed his nephew to sleep. He stretched his muscles and planned to quietly go and have a look.
Mordor City had a curfew, but they could not go out at night. It was fine to walk back and forth in the alley of the residential area. Someone had made it clear to them when they came.
Prayers and praises could be heard in their ears. Those were the devout believers of the church.
Although the first day in Mordor City was very busy, for many civilians who had just escaped from the war, this busy and peaceful life was worthy of gratitude.
They never expected to get something for nothing. They only hoped to make a good life with their hands.
"Congratulations!"
"Old Peter! Congratulations on moving to a new house! "
"Come on, have a drink."
"I wish you a meteoric rise as soon as possible!"
There were many people's voices in George's ears. The courtyard next door was very lively. Occasionally, there were patrolling guards passing by, but they just took a glance and left.
There were many people in the courtyard, and George even knew some of them.
Standing in the crowd was Old Peter, a blacksmith in his forties. George had seen him in Luoye City, and he had repaired his equipment.
What's going on?
George saw a table in the courtyard with wine, meat, and some daily necessities. Old Peter was thanking the people who congratulated him. When he saw George, he immediately pulled him over and insisted on buying him a drink. He also boasted about his strength to the people next to him, saying that he had seen him kill a fierce wolf with his own eyes. George did not refuse. He took the glass and took a sip. Then he understood what happened.
Old Peter was a blacksmith, and his craftsmanship should be quite good.
He had been blacksmithing for decades. He had been learning how to forge since he was a child. His ancestors were all blacksmiths. On the first day he came to Modor City, he was given an important position by the Ordnance Department. On the first day, he was assigned a house and received a settlement fee. Today was to say goodbye to the others. Tomorrow, he would bring his family and move to an independent courtyard three streets away. In the future, he would be a blacksmith in the Ordnance Department, and his status would probably be much higher than these people. He estimated that in two years, he would be able to use his contribution to exchange for a piece of land.
A blacksmith.
George couldn't help but reveal a trace of envy on his face. It seemed that people with good skills wouldn't be at a disadvantage no matter where they went.
From their words, George learned that there were quite a few people like Old Peter. People with good skills were assigned to other places. Some were assigned to the armory, some were assigned to the brick-baking factory, and some were assigned to other places. Those who were selected because of their craftsmanship immediately became superior to others. The next day, they were given a new courtyard to settle down in, and the remuneration they received was much higher than the others. George couldn't help but feel envious because he also wanted his sister and nephew to have a better life.
It didn't take long for people to disperse.
After a hard day's work, many people fell asleep as soon as they fell into bed.
George also went back to rest soon. His sister was reluctant to light the oil lamp, so she was sewing clothes for him in the small courtyard with needle and thread. From time to time, she would talk to the woman living in the next room.
The night gradually darkened.
The weather in May was not bad. George slept directly in the small courtyard. The biggest difference from the past was that he slept very well tonight.
Because for him, the terrible war was over.
The night passed quickly.
As soon as he got up the next day, George rushed to work. When he first came here, there was nothing. Although the City Hall gave some relief supplies, those things couldn't last for long. No one felt that the City Hall gave out less. On the contrary, many people were very grateful. For George, as long as he had a job, he could support himself and his family. There were many people who thought like him.
Three days passed in a blink of an eye.
In just three days, the small courtyard where George lived had changed a lot. All the pots and pans were ready. He bought some cloth to make a new set of clothes for his nephew. What he wanted to do most now was to have a small courtyard of his own. The room where the refugees were settled was too crowded. There was no private space at all. His sister had to hide in the room when she wanted to take a bath. It was obviously difficult to change a house by working as a coolie. George still planned to find a way to join the army. In terms of personal strength, he believed that he was not much worse than those guards.
People had a strong ability to adapt.
In just a few days, many people adapted to life in Mordor City. They worked at sunrise and rested at sunset. Their lives were very regular and orderly. As long as they participated in work, they would be provided with two meals. Basically, they would be able to eat meat often. At first, people exchanged their work points for food, but gradually, many people began to save up like the natives of this city, hoping that one day they could save enough to change a house or some land.
It was said that the wasteland outside was much cheaper, so many people planned to reclaim it themselves after getting the wasteland.
George was originally a civilian, so farming was naturally not a problem for him. As an advanced warrior, he had enough strength. If possible, he hoped to have some land next year.
Although he had nothing now, he was full of confidence for the future!
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In a blink of an eye, a week had passed.
George seemed to be getting more and more accustomed to the busy and fulfilling life in Mordor City. The city had been constantly expanding, and new changes could be seen every day.
The road in the east had been built for hundreds of meters. Some flowers and plants were planted near the square. How many acres of land had been reclaimed in the south? Ditches had been dug there. The wood in the southwest had been cut down. Now they had to walk a little longer to carry the wood. Anyway, it was all very trivial things, but everyone here seemed to be very busy. Even the officials and foremen ran their legs off every day. The laws and regulations here were very strict. Even if the officials did not complete the task, they would be punished. Occasionally, he could see some slaves. The living environment of these slaves was much worse than theirs. Many people were very satisfied and grateful.
It was said that another slave had gained the status of a free man yesterday, which was quite strange.
Because in the outside world, slaves would always be slaves.
From time to time.
George could see the Quetzalcoatlus flying over Mordor City. It would fly in the direction of the sea every day and then fly back before dark.
Perhaps people were used to it, so they were no longer afraid.
They had never heard of the Quetzalcoatlus attacking people. After the initial fear, many people felt happy and excited after seeing it, thinking that it was a symbol of luck. However, no one was allowed to approach it. George heard from the guards that it was the pet of the 'little princess' of Mordor City. No one had seen the little princess yet, but it was said that she was a very powerful spellcaster. Occasionally, a mysterious witch could be seen in Mordor City. She was the mistress of Mordor City. Every time she appeared, she would only assign new expansion tasks to the officials of the City hall.
Since the establishment of Mordor City, the pace of expansion had not stopped.
George was lucky to see the mysterious witch. She was a beautiful and noble witch who rarely appeared in front of ordinary people.
The core of George's life was still around his sister and his nephew who was just one year old.
As the only man in the family, he had the responsibility and obligation to make his sister live a better life in an unfamiliar environment. As an advanced warrior, his strength, which was far beyond ordinary people, finally attracted the attention of others. He got a chance to enter the city guard. George decided to seize this opportunity. So every day after work, he would hone his martial arts skills. There were many strong guys in Mordor City, but George also had his own advantages. He was only 20 years old this year, and there was a lot of room for growth in the future.
In the evening.
George returned to his residence with a piece of linen. It was time for his sister to fill in a new dress. The one he was wearing was torn because of work, so it was better to make a change of clothes.
From the top of Mordor City, he could see the bustling port.
It seemed to be two different worlds from Mordor City. Some people longed for the prosperity of the port, but George preferred the peaceful life of Mordor City.
The next day.
New half-elves were sent here. George met them in the morning. He saw a trace of panic in their eyes, which made him smile. Maybe when he first came here, he and his sister were the same as these people in front of him.
However, they would soon adapt to life here.
Because they were all civilians.
They were born to rely on hard work to support themselves, and in Mordor City, hard work could make their lives better and better.
George planned to buy some meat back for his sister after today's work. Maybe it was because she had been working hard recently, and his sister's milk was not enough for his little nephew.
Thinking of that one year old little fellow with big black eyes, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but reveal a trace of a smile.
He looked at the house on the other side of the street.
Compared to the crowded environment here, it was much cleaner. George could not help clenching his fist. If he could pass the assessment and join the army, it would not take long for him to move into a small independent yard with his sister.
Although it was a brick house, it was not very big.
But for them, it was a new home, a starting point of hope.
This was Mordor City.
A place full of vitality, vitality, and hope. Although he had just arrived here, George had a sense of identity with it.
This was the power of order!
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