Night is coming.

The city hall only allocated them a small amount of lamp oil, and many people were reluctant to light the oil lamp. In the dark, a woman was pumping water to wash clothes. After breastfeeding her nephew, she coaxed him to sleep. The little guy was very clever and seemed to rarely see him crying. George brought a bucket of water from the well outside. When he saw his sister signaling him to take off his clothes and wash it, he simply found a corner to rinse it casually. The daily utensils are all public, and four or five people are a little troublesome to use. George still has some money in his hand and plans to buy some daily necessities in two days.

There was a noise coming from the courtyard next door.

George glanced at his sister who had just coaxed her nephew to bed, moved her muscles and planned to go over and take a look.

Modo City imposes a curfew, but it is not possible to go out to the streets at night. It is fine to walk around the alley in the accommodation area, but when they come, someone explained it clearly to them.

You can hear the sound of prayer and praise, which is the devout believer of the church.

Although the first day of arriving in Damodo City was very busy, this busy and peaceful life is worthy of gratitude for many civilians who have just escaped from the war.

They never want to get something for nothing, they just hope to live a good life with their hands.

"Congratulations!"

"Old Pete! Congratulations on moving to your new home!"

"Come on, have a drink."

"I wish you a success as soon as possible!"

There were many voices from George's ears. The yard next door was very lively. Occasionally, a patrol guard passed by, and he just took a quick look and left.

There were many people in the yard, and some of them even knew George.

Standing among the crowd was Old Pete, a blacksmith in his forties. George had seen him in Luoye City, and he had also repaired his own equipment.

What's wrong with this?

George saw a table in the yard with wine, meat and daily necessities. Old Pete was thanking the people who congratulated him. After seeing George's figure, he immediately pulled him over, insisted on giving him a drink, and boasted about his force to the people next to him, saying that he had seen him kill a ferocious wolf with his own eyes. George was not polite, took the wine glass and took a sip, and then understood what happened.

Old Pete is a blacksmith and his craftsmanship should be quite good.

He had been fighting iron for decades and began to learn forging since childhood. His ancestors were all blacksmiths. On the first day he came to Modo City, he was reused by the Ordnance Office. On the first day he was assigned a house and received a resettlement fee. Today he said goodbye to others, and tomorrow he would take his family to an independent courtyard three streets away. From now on, he would be a blacksmith in the Ordnance Office, and his status would probably be much higher than these people. It is estimated that he would be able to exchange contributions for a piece of land in two years.

blacksmith.

A hint of envy appeared on George's face. People with good craftsmanship seemed to suffer no losses anywhere.

From them, George learned that there seemed to be many people like Old Pete, and people with good craftsmanship could be placed in another place, some were assigned to the Ordnance Office, some were assigned to brick burning factories, and some were placed in other places. Those who were selected for craftsmanship were immediately superior, and the next day they had a new courtyard to settle down, and the rewards were much higher than others. This made George also envious, because he also wanted to make his sister and nephew live a better life.

It didn't take long for people to disperse.

After a hard and busy day, many people fell asleep on the bed.

George also went back to rest quickly. His sister was reluctant to light the oil lamp and was sewing his clothes with needles and thread in the courtyard. From time to time, she said a few words to the woman living in the next room.

The night gradually darkened.

The weather in May was pretty good, so George slept directly in the yard. The biggest difference from the past is that he slept very peacefully tonight.

Because the terrible war for him is over.

The night passed quickly.

As soon as he got up the next day, George rushed to work. He just came here and had nothing. Although the city hall issued some relief supplies, the thing couldn't last long. No one thought that the city hall had issued 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 courtyard where George lived had undergone considerable changes. He had all the pots and pans. He bought some fabric and filled his nephew with a new dress. What he wanted to do most now was to own a small courtyard. The room for refugees was too congested and there was no private space at all. My sister had to hide in the room if she wanted to take a shower. It was obviously difficult to just work as a coolie to change a house. George still planned to find a way to join the army. In terms of his personal strength, he thought he was no worse than those guards.

People have strong adaptability.

In just a few days, many people adapted to the life of Modo City, working from sunrise to rest on the sun. Their lives are very regular and orderly. As long as people who work are in charge of two meals, they are basically full and often eat meat. At first, people exchanged labor points for food, but gradually many people began to save like the indigenous people of this city, hoping that one day they could save enough to exchange for a house or a little land.

I heard that it would be much cheaper to change the wasteland outside, so many people plan to get it and reclaim it themselves.

George was born as a civilian, so there is no problem with arable land. As an advanced soldier, he is strong enough. If possible, he hopes to have some land next year.

Although he has nothing now, he is full of confidence in the future!

……………………

In a blink of an eye, a week passed.

George seems to be getting more and more accustomed to the busy and fulfilling life of Modo City. The city is constantly expanding and can see new changes every day.

The road to the east was built hundreds of meters, some flowers and plants were planted near the square, and how many acres of land had been reclaimed in the south, where the ditches had been dug, and the wood in the south was almost cut down. Now they have to walk more roads to transport wood. Anyway, it is all very trivial matters, but everyone here seems to be very busy, even officials and foreman run off their legs every day. The laws and regulations here are very strict, and even officials fail to complete the task will be punished. Occasionally, he can see some slaves, and the living environment of these slaves is much worse than theirs. Many people are very satisfied and grateful.

I heard that another slave obtained the identity of a free citizen yesterday. It was quite strange to hear about this.

Because in the outside world, slaves are always slaves.

From time to time.

George can see the bipedal pterodactyl soaring over Modo. It flies to the direction of the sea every day and then flies back before dark.

Maybe it’s because people are used to it, so people are no longer afraid.

I have never heard of the flying dragon attacking people. After the initial fear, many people were happy and excited after seeing it, thinking it was a symbol of luck. But others were still not allowed to approach it. George heard the guards say that it was the pet of the "little princess" in Modo City. No one has seen this little princess yet, but I heard that she is a very powerful spellcaster. Occasionally, a mysterious witch can be seen in Modo City. She is the mistress of Modo City. Every time she appears, she is a short time, and she only assigned the new expansion task to the officials of the Town Hall.

Since its establishment, the pace of expansion has never stopped.

George had the honor of seeing the mysterious witch at a glance. He was a beautiful and noble witch who rarely appeared in front of ordinary people.

The core of George's life is still around his sister and his nephew who was just one year old.

As the only man in the family, he has the responsibility and obligation to make his only sister live a better life in a strange environment. As an advanced warrior, his strength far exceeds ordinary people finally gained the attention of others, and he got an opportunity to enter the city guard. George decided to seize this opportunity, so he would hone his martial arts every day after work. There are many guys in Modo City who look very strong, but George also has his own advantages, that is, he is only twenty years old this year and has 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 piece of clothing. The piece on him was torn due to work, so it would be better to make another change of clothing.

The bustling port can be seen from the heights of Modo City.

There and Modo seem to be two different worlds. Some people look forward to the prosperity and prosperity of the port, but George prefers the orderly and peaceful life of Modo.

the next day.

Another new half-elves were sent here. George met them in the morning. George saw a hint of panic in their eyes, which made him smile. Maybe when he first came here, he and his sister were like the people in front of him, right?

However, they probably will soon adapt to life here.

Because they are all civilians.

They are born to rely on hard work to support themselves, and hard work in Modo City can make themselves better and better.

George plans to buy some meat after finishing his work today and go back to replenish his sister, because it may be that he has been working hard recently and his sister’s milk is not enough for her nephew to eat.

Thinking of the little guy who was only one year old and had big black eyes, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He looked at the house on the other street.

Compared to the congested environment here, it was much cleaner and tidy. George couldn't help but clench his fists. If he could pass the assessment and join the army, he would not be able to move his sister into an independent small yard soon.

Although it is a small brick house.

But for them it is a new home and a starting point for hope.

This is Modo City.

A place full of vitality, vitality and hope, although I have just arrived here, George has a little bit of identification with it.

This is the power of order!
Chapter completed!