After he returned to the Magic Tower, Roland immediately held an emergency meeting.
All the people from the Magic Tower's businesses were here. There were about thirty-four of them. Some of them were nobles, most of them were merchants, and a small number of special people, such as the Black Sand Gang.
"I've summoned you here because there's something important that you need to do." Roland glanced at everyone and continued, "I'll cut to the chase. This winter is much colder than in previous years. I think many of you have sensed it."
Everyone was confused. They looked at Roland.
"But there are still a lot of poor people in the city. Their shabby thatched houses can't withstand the cold wind and snow at all on such a cold day. Also, many people lack food. I estimate that many civilians won't survive this winter. Many people may die. Tens of thousands? A hundred thousand? "
Roland's voice echoed in the conference room. Most people were quite surprised. They vaguely guessed what Roland was thinking.
But that was exactly why they were surprised.
Was Roland going to save those dirty and poor untouchables?
It wasn't uncommon to save untouchables in winter. The Church of Light and the Church of Life would save a small group of relatively devout untouchables every winter and let them live.
But what was Roland's purpose? He didn't have a faith quest to solve, and those untouchables were of no use to him at all.
They weren't even qualified to be cannon fodder.
Besides, there were a lot of poor people in Delpon. There must be tens of thousands of them. How many could Roland save?
Just helping them repair their houses would almost empty half of the Magic Tower's resources. Counting the daily food supply, the Magic Tower would probably have an infinite amount of resources after this winter.
Why would Roland do such an idiotic thing? That was unlikely!
The people below were full of doubts and wanted to share their thoughts and opinions with their friends next to them, but Roland stood above and stared at them covetously, so they dared not speak.
"I want to save them!" Roland declared loudly. "Even if there are tens of thousands of them."
Their speculation came true. All of a sudden, everyone in the conference room whispered to each other. They couldn't hold it back anymore.
Someone even shouted at Roland, "Sir, your idea is unrealistic. That's tens of thousands of people, not thousands. You're underestimating the consumption of Humanity. "
Vincent was the only one who sat there quietly without any expression of excitement.
After they discussed for a while, Roland said, "I know what you're thinking, but I've thought about this decision carefully. First of all, these tens of thousands of people were not refugees. They also had some assets. Most of them had their own place to live and a certain amount of food. It's just that it's not enough. We might not be able to survive this winter. "
Everyone in the conference room listened quietly.
"As long as someone supports this group of people with a certain amount of food, they will be able to survive this winter." Roland said with a smile, "This group of people doesn't require too much of our elves and time. Apart from them, the people who really need our efforts, who need us to build houses for them and give them abundant food to help them survive the winter, are less than ten thousand."
At this moment, someone interrupted, "But even so, supporting such a large group of people is a huge burden on the Magic Tower's finances."
"Why should we feed them? Just let them work." Roland said with a smile, "Among the Golden Sons, there have been sages who have considered such a problem. The solution is very simple: work for relief."
Everybody was slightly confused.
Roland didn't ask them to understand. Instead, he took out a map and pointed at the circled area on the main side. "This is the forest in the north of the city. It covers a large area. If we organize tens of thousands of people to cut down the trees, I'm sure that we can cut down all the trees in half a month. Then, we will burn the grass and the roots together. Then, we will build new wooden houses on the ashes with ready-made wood. The more houses we build, the more we build. The surrounding empty land can also be reclaimed and distributed to people who are willing to live there. "
"After people settle down there, after a period of development, it can become a secondary city of Delpon, or a new town."
"But how can we let tens of thousands of people cut down a forest?"
Hearing that, Roland said to the people of the Black Sand Gang, "Gru, ask your subordinates to spread the news in the slums that the Magic Tower will start hiring tomorrow and that they need as many lumberjacks as possible. It doesn't matter if they are men or women, old or young, as long as they can swing axes. Whoever is willing to work as a laborer will have two white bread three times a day, and they will be paid 150 grams of wheat every day. We must let the whole city know the news. "
Roland had carefully considered this number.
Two fist-sized white bread for a meal was only enough for an adult to be seventy to eighty percent full. They could work, but they wouldn't have much strength to cause trouble. The old and the children, on the other hand, would definitely take the white bread home for their family if they couldn't finish it.
A hundred and fifty grams of wheat, which was about two taels, would be enough for an adult to work for a day after it was cooked.
In this way, every laborer could eat their fill and bring some food back to their family.
Then, Roland continued, "Merchants, get moving. Go to other cities to buy food, the more the better. And the nobles, show your abilities and bring your attendants. Every family will manage a certain number of laborer, restrain them, and tell them when to do what and what needs to be done. Tomorrow, I will give you the daily work schedule. "
Hearing that, everybody frowned.
Roland was scraping their skin.
But at this moment, Roland smiled and said, "Of course, I won't let you work for nothing. You must've heard that the Magic Tower will have a 'points' system in the future, right? Now that you work for me, you will get one point every three days. More importantly, these points can be passed on to your children. If you have a magic apprentice in your family, these points will be very useful. "
At this moment, Old Conan Doyle asked, "Roland, what can you buy with one point?
"The model of a level-one spell." Roland smiled and said, "Maybe some magic materials, or some special qualifications. For example … if you have a child who is only a little bit away from becoming an apprentice, then the points can be used as his test scores."
Everybody was stunned for a moment. Then, they all fell silent and stopped talking, but they all looked at Roland with glowing eyes.
Seeing that everybody understood what he meant, Roland nodded in satisfaction and looked at Vincent. "As for the supervision of the progress of the project and the managers' malfeasance, corruption, and laziness, it will be up to you."
Vincent looked around at everybody in the meeting room and grinned.
Except for Roland, everyone else shuddered subconsciously.
Then, Vincent said in the arrogant tone of a rich kid, "No problem! I love catching people's weaknesses. "
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