When the Black Sand Gang spread Roland's recruitment order throughout the city, the people at the bottom of society were in a state of disbelief.
Because this was the first time in their lives that they had encountered such a thing.
The nobles recruited labourers to do a day's work. At most, they would be given a piece of black bread to eat, which was made from the chaff of grains and a small amount of flour. Although it was edible, its nutritional value was not high. After eating it, one would not be able to last for more than four days before starvation.
Generally speaking, the recruited workers had to prepare their own food.
More importantly, the recruitment of the noble lords was mandatory, and they had to come. If they couldn't finish the work on time, they would either be hanged or have one of their limbs chopped off.
After all, according to the current laws of the kingdom, all the civilians living in the territory were essentially the property of the lord.
But now, the Magic Tower not only gave the workers food and water, but also some wheat to take back, and it wasn't even mandatory.
The people of the Black Sand Gang had already said that this wasn't a mandatory recruitment, but a simple recruitment of workers.
Come or not!
At first, most of the poor were hesitant, fearing that the nobles were playing tricks on the poor people.
But the Black Sand Gang was a bottom-level organization, and they knew very well how to make the civilians believe something.
That was to tell the poor with a disdainful attitude that this was their opportunity, that it was the Master Mage who pitied them and deliberately found an excuse to give them food, and that it was fine if they didn't go.
Although they didn't have much confidence in the nobles, because of the long period of poverty, the instinctive concept of taking advantage of others was rooted in the blood of the poor people.
It would affect their judgment.
But it wasn't their fault. It was just a survival instinct that their ancestors had developed after being poor and hungry for generations.
If the Black Sand Gang begged them to work as workers, the poor wouldn't have dared to go. Those who begged must have ulterior motives. That was their simple vigilant intuition.
But when the people of Black Sand Gang told these poor people the news with an arrogant attitude, as if they were bestowing them with a gift, most of the poor people were willing to believe it.
They should be so arrogant when they gave food to others for free.
More and more poor people, old and young, walked out of the slums, shivering, and gathered at the city gate. They first received two pieces of white bread, and then they were taken away by the arrogant lackeys of the nobles, who gave them axes to cut wood outside the city.
Standing on the city wall, Roland watched the workers walk out of the city while eating white bread.
He turned around and saw that more and more people were walking out of the city and lining up at the distribution points outside the city gates.
Vincent stood on the side. His magic cloak was fluttering in the cold winter wind.
After watching for a while, he asked, "Roland, how much do you want me to supervise?"
"I'll make sure that all the workers get paid and that their lives aren't in danger. As for the rest, I'll turn a blind eye as long as they don't go too far." Roland heaved a sigh of relief.
Vincent smiled and asked, "So what you're saying is that the lackeys of the nobles are riding roughshod over the civilian workers?"
"That's all we can do for now. We don't have enough manpower." Roland said helplessly, "When the magic apprentices that we raise grow up, they won't be of much use anymore."
Vincent smiled. "It seems that you already have a plan. That's fine. In that case, I'll bring some people to supervise the work. To be honest, playing this game is quite interesting. You can see different worlds and different lives. Let's not talk about learning magic. Now, you can actually become a sheriff and experience how people at the bottom work. "
Hearing that, Roland smiled and said, "Isn't it good? You're a rich kid. You can bring some of the experience you learn here to the real world. It's possible that it can help your family's business or company. "
Vincent waved his hand as he walked. "My family is just an ordinary family."
Hehe, I'll be damned if I believe you.
Roland shook his head and returned to the Magic Tower from the city wall.
Now that the Magic Tower was empty, everybody had been sent out to do things, including the students.
They followed beside the old man and usually helped to serve tea, pass water, wipe the floor, pass some messages, and so on.
The children didn't play much of a role, but they could learn a lot from watching the older generation work.
For example, they could feel the atmosphere and learn how to do things.
As the days went by, more and more poor people came out of the slums to work. At this moment, there were more than thirty bread distribution points than ten. Even so, it was still too busy.
There were quite a few hotels and taverns under the Magic Tower's name. Now, they were all closed, and their hands were used to steam bread. That was how they managed to maintain the bread supply.
After a few days, the wheat and flour in the Magic Tower's warehouse disappeared at an unbelievable speed. In no more than five days, they were almost empty.
Thankfully, Roland had made arrangements beforehand. The first batch of merchants who were sent out had already shipped back enough flour on wagons. It was enough for three days' consumption.
The rest of the food was also shipped back in an orderly manner.
Although Roland had never commanded any large-scale activities or projects, as a knowledgeable person who had been educated for almost twenty years, he could definitely be called a knowledgeable person in this world. He had organized class activities before and had similar experience.
Although the number of people was far from enough, the forest reclamation project was not very difficult, and it was not technical enough. The only things that he had to pay attention to were safety and logistical issues.
Roland was very careful with those two tasks. Vincent helped him keep an eye on them, and he also checked the logistical consumption and supply data once a day.
He tried to make it as perfect as possible.
The forest reclamation project went very well. Half of the woods in the north had been cut down. At this moment, the nobles and celebrities in the city seemed to have gotten to know Roland again.
Commanding the work of these nearly 20,000 people, providing them with food, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, everything was done in an orderly and orderly manner, without the slightest mistake. With this kind of commanding and planning ability, even if he was a general leading an army into battle, there wouldn't be any problem.
Many nobles who weren't convinced by Roland before began to change their minds.
John Junior, on the other hand, broke too many things in his study.
Everything was on track.
But for some reason, Roland felt ill at ease.
He would stand on the city wall for more than an hour every day to see if he had missed anything, but he couldn't find anything. Also, the uneasiness grew stronger and stronger.
Today, he was supervising the work on the city wall as usual. It was already snowing at this moment.
Vincent galloped back from afar. He rushed to the city wall and said, panting, "Something's wrong. A lot of outsiders have come to the forest. They seem to be spellcasters, but they don't look like Mages. They're not friendly."
Spellcasters?
An idea suddenly flashed through Roland's mind. He finally knew the reason why he had been feeling uneasy all this time.
Druids!
The extreme environmentalists of this world!
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