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Roland was sitting in his office chair, carefully looking at the statistical report made by Barov.
It took a full three days for the City hall to sort out more than six thousand refugees. Among them, the proportion of craftsmen was low, and in the end only one hundred and eighty-six people had passed the review. Of course, this was also related to the intensity of the review, because it involved the allocation of housing and the issuance of identity cards.
In Roland's consideration, in the future, only residents with identity cards could be considered as his official subjects, so he had to firmly guard them. In the early days, when the population was small and relatively easy to control, he would cultivate the town's core supporters. After the population grew, he would then use the power of the people to assimilate the other newcomers. After all, people were social animals, as long as the environment was like this, there would be more and more people who would agree with his ideas, and he would really be able to bring a better life to the people.
"Then I'll leave the accommodation of these craftsmen to you, whether they are single or have a family, they will at least be allocated a separate suite," Roland said.
"Yes," Barov replied, "Your Highness, may I ask, will these houses be given as a gift?"
"According to the rental rate," he shook his head, "The reason why the natives are given a new house for free is because most of them already have an old house, it can be considered as exchanging their old house for a new house. But if these people are given a house as a gift, it will not be conducive for them to go out of their homes and actively devote themselves to work. Of course, the rent can be calculated according to a lower grade, and tell them that as long as they work hard and save enough Golden Dragon, they can directly buy a house. "
"I understand."
After a moment of silence, Roland suddenly asked: "After the Award and Honor Ceremony, how many refugees appeared?"
"So far, there is not a single native, and there are seven serfs," Barov paused, "The Eastern Region refugees chose to leave, a total of one hundred and fifteen people."
"Is that so," he softly exhaled, the moment he decided to push the witch to the front of the stage, he already knew that such a situation would occur. In order to assess the reaction of the people and to avoid any accidents, Roland had specially arranged for a team of firearms to be stationed a few miles away from Border Town. They were to intercept the escapees and at the same time count the number of people to see the degree of acceptance of the witches.
Although this answer wasn't perfect, at least it was very good. The aborigines had completely accepted the witches, which was close to what he had expected. The number of serfs who had fled was much less than what he had expected. It seemed that the effect of the drama of living close to the bottom of the society was the best. But the refugees from the Eastern Region, who had obviously received the witches' treatment, and whose homes had been destroyed and they were in a desperate situation, still chose to leave. This made Roland feel a little surprised.
"Your Highness, I suggest that they should all be put to death," Barov said calmly, "Those who have decided to leave under such circumstances must be people who have been deeply influenced by the Church. In the foreseeable future, they will not stand on the side of the King, and in all likelihood will turn into believers of the Church, so there is no need to show them any mercy. "
"Not necessarily … The people who are truly devout to the Church, should be the more than three hundred refugees who are unwilling to leave King's City in the face of the demonic plague," the Prince closed his eyes, "These people may just be unable to change their ideas, and stubbornly believe that the witches are evil, so they want to escape from this place."
"Even so, they are still your potential enemies," Barov insisted.
If he had met this group of people on the battlefield, Roland would not have hesitated to defeat them, but because of their backward thinking and inconsistent beliefs, he would wantonly wield a butcher's knife to kill a group of civilians, this was a huge psychological obstacle for him. After hesitating for a moment, he finally refused this proposal, "I will let Nightingale go and interrogate these escapees, if there are any spies or scouts hiding among them, they will be caught and hanged, the others will be expelled from the Western Region."
Barov's eyes flashed, he lowered his head, and it was only after a long time that he replied, "As you bid, Your Highness."
"Is there anything else to report?"
"For the time being, no, Your Highness," he coughed twice, "I will go and deal with the distribution of the houses."
"Don't worry, these annoying things can be taken care of slowly," Roland opened his eyes, stood up and said, "First, come with me to take a few photos, and relax your mood."
"Take … photos?" Barov was startled.
"You will soon know," the Prince said with a smile.
In the castle's front courtyard, he called Carter, Iron Axe and Soroya together. In the corner of the courtyard, he saw a few four or five meters wide wooden boards, the ground was also covered with a canvas.
"Border Town is currently not big, but after the land in the south is developed, and then connected to Longsong Stronghold, the size will be dozens of times larger than it is now. If you walk from east to west, it will take you one or two days, so you must have something to quickly travel back and forth between places. The cost of raising a horse is very high, and it is impossible to let every person spend a lot of time learning how to ride a horse. " Roland said while opening the canvas, "I intend to promote this means of transportation in the town, it is easy to use, and the price is much lower than a horse."
"This … what is it?" Carter was immediately attracted by the novelty in front of him, "Two wheels, an iron frame, is it a cart?"
"With two wheels side by side, even if it is a cart it would be difficult to maintain balance," Barov shook his head, "I don't see how it can replace a horse."
Only Iron Axe remained silent, quietly waiting for the Prince's explanation.
Roland smiled, "This thing is called a bicycle, I will demonstrate it to you." He put his feet on the pedals, put on a standard starting position, and with one foot, he began to ride the bicycle on the stone road in the courtyard.
With Anna's precision machining and Soroya's coating technology, it wasn't difficult to make a bicycle by hand. Its principle and structure didn't have any difficulties. The parts that needed to use rubber could be replaced with a coating, such as the inner tire, which was directly drawn on a roll of paper tube. For this purpose, Roland had also specially made a simple pump. The outer tire and the brakes were coated with a harder cowhide, the frame was made of hollow iron, and the brake wire was made of anti-rust copper wire. The only problem was the chain, which could only be cut into shape by Anna and then connected into a long string. As for the classical bicycles that had pedals directly installed on the wheels, he simply didn't like them.
After riding a lap, Roland pressed the brakes and easily jumped down. Looking at the row of stunned subordinates, he couldn't help but feel very proud. This was the excellent mount that a traveler should have. Compared to horses that needed to be tamed and fed, a bicycle was much more refreshing.
"I plan to open a new bicycle factory in the industrial area to produce this kind of transportation tool. Not only do I need to recruit workers, but I also need to do a good job of advertising, striving to promote it to the whole territory as soon as possible, "Roland explained simply," This is the reason why I called you here. You must first learn how to ride a bicycle, and then let Miss Soroya paint your appearance on a wooden board. I want all the people to see that as long as they spend one or two Golden Dragon, they can have the same mount as the Lord, the Commander of the First Army, the Chief Knight, and the City Hall Manager. "
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