"Same as you see" Angus spread his hands: "I'm not ready. Ziyou Pavilion zi seduces ge"

"Why?" Arles was even more strange.

"Why? I don't have time to prepare. Have you forgotten? Yesterday, when you were going to prepare," said Angus's face, "I'll go with Mr. Los to see the place."

"Is that?" Arles looked at his companion suspiciously: "And you did nothing?"

"Here" Angus signaled his empty hands again.

"Is that true?" After hesitating for a few seconds, Arles suddenly shook his head hard: "I don't believe it."

"Huh!" This time, Angus became strange: "Why?"

"Because you are the clever man known to the whole of Fort Akford, and I, for so many years, have been your clever man's old neighbor."

As he said that, Arles approached the clever man: "What did Mr. Los say?"

"Nothing said."

"Then what did you guess?"

"Nothing!" Angus shook his head vigorously: "Nothing, I'm just too tired, and you're thinking too much."

"Is that?" Arle showed a memory expression: "Well, on the way we came just now, you kept staring at the arrow tree, arrow tree, arrow tree, arrow tree! I understand! Mr. Los seems to have said that these serfs will live in the field in the future. Are you going to bury the tips by the river?"

"No!" Angus shook his head: "I just think that arrow tree is growing well. Maybe I can ask Mr. Los to give me permission to cut two pieces to make a few backpacks."

"When I was almost here, there was a slope full of rattans. You've been looking at rattans for a long time. Are you planning to set up a lazy rack for Mr. Los?"

"No!" Angus shook his head again: "I'm thinking of tying the rope to tie the livestock!"

"Shared sign! Shelf!" Alles said in surprise without caring about Angus' explanation: "What a great idea! Compared to this." Waving the wooden stick in his hand, Arles looked at Angus with admiration for clever people: "It will be possible for Mr. Los to know how attentive we are in his affairs!"

"Really not!" Angus shook his head again: "Arles, you're thinking too much, don't say this."

"Hmm? Oh!" Arles quickly lowered his voice: "Yes, this is a rare idea, and it cannot be stolen by others."

"Steal? Oh!" Angus was so amused and crying: "What the hell are you thinking?"

While the two were talking, the other companions were not idle. They pointed to the serfs who had just been driven out of the straw hut by their companions. Angus continued: "What I am worried about is not 'stolen', what I am worried about is that you scare these poor people."

This time, Angus was thinking too much.

Poor people are not so easily frightened.

To be more precise, when seeing this large group of police officers and the wooden sticks in the hands of police officers, some serfs even showed a look of peace of mind.

"It seems that these guys who came with us should be guarding us. In this case, we will have a good life before autumn." said an older serf.

"Have you been doing well?" This is a younger serf.

"Did you see the stick in their hands?"

"See it" the younger serf nodded, his face full of fear: "It's much bigger than the sticks of the police officers in our village!"

"Big stick, the big stick of the new police officer" The older serf smiled: "It looks really scary, but the bigger the stick, the better." As he said, the older serf put his mouth next to the young serf: "The bigger the stick, the greater the strength it takes, and the bigger the place where you get beaten, you will know that it must not be as painful as the original stick in your village."

"oh?"

"Also, have you seen the thorns over there?" said the older serf.

"I saw it, it's so scary."

"This must be something made by these new police officers." The older serf commented: "There are too many thorns on the top. If it is an experienced police officer, it will definitely grind off the spikes on the surface and leave behind the branches. In that case, the older serfs will fight a cold war: "You can't beat up bad people, and it hurts so much."

While the two were talking, the police announced that from this day on, the serfs would have to work in the land.

"Ah? You can finally start working!" The older serf was full of excitement.

Next to "Yes", another serf of the same age was also very happy: "I only had to walk around with my things on my back for several days. I didn't even do anything yesterday and lay for a day in vain. It was really worrying."

"Isn't it good not to work?" The young serf was puzzled.

"It's good not to work, but" said the older serf: "We can use it every day, and we have a bite of food every day."

"A big mouthful! And it's a slut." The serf next to him corrected.

"Salt add salt! Today's paste, add salt!" A little next to it, a serf who had already been assigned to the paste was shouting loudly. - After arriving at Akerli's village, Wu Qingchen gave each serf a wooden bowl. - The first private item of this group of serfs.

"Ah!" "Master!" "Really?" No matter how different the new and old police officers were analyzed, the serfs who were already surrounded were approaching the scattered wooden barrels again.

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One hour later.

Aikeli Village is northeastern, and Wu Qingchenfen has just been divided.

Pastor Praia, Wu Qingchen, and Wu Qingchen's three students arrived, two large groups of serfs were already standing next to Wu Qingchen's land that had just been divided.

On the left are the new serfs brought by the new police officers; on the right are the original serfs brought by Antoine and Abveer.

"Is this a serf?"

"Is this really a serf?"

"York and Harry are all saying true?"

If we only look at the physical condition, the captured serfs and the serfs transferred by the parish were completely unbelievable. The group of people beside us were a little thin, but they must often eat and have a little pale complexion, but they must be able to sleep peacefully were actually serfs. However, looking at the marks on the feet and scars on their bodies, the serfs had to confirm in surprise that these people did—or, once, had the same identity as themselves.

"Andre" everyone stood still, Wu Qingchen greeted him: "Is that OK?"

"Okay, Brother Los."

"Then let's start."

"Okay." Andre nodded and immediately turned around and looked at the serf beside him: "Lu Sien, you know from here, do you know?"

"Okay, lord!" The serf named nodded vigorously.

"Yes" walked forward and went out on both sides, Andre looked at another serf: "Jias, you're here."

"Okay, lord." Jais nodded.

"Kyle? You're here."

"Yes." Kyle nodded.

"Cori"

"Okay, lord!" Cory bowed.

In this way, in about five minutes, the serfs brought by Andre stood at their assigned positions.

After the arrangement was completed, Andrei took out a ball of soil from the ground, picked up a relatively straight branch and started working.

"Do you know what Your Excellency Andrei is doing?" At this time, Wu Qingchen spoke.

"Sundial." The three students answered one after another.

"Not bad." Wu Qingchen nodded: "You guys go and make one too."

"Okay, teacher."

Basen and the other two bowed together, walked to Andrei, and started playing with mud and making simple sundials.

A few minutes later, Andre and others made the sundial.

Next, use the "exploration of labor potential" method that Wu Qingchen had demonstrated to Andre before leaving Akerli's village (Chapter 122-129)

The original serfs quickly completed a series of processes such as "job responsibilities", "best individual award", "competitive job", "friendly leadership", "team spirit", "vision and prospect", "competitive mechanism", "timed mixed editing", "anonymous complaints", and "bonus incentives".

In addition, due to the growth of status and reputation, Wu Qingchen also introduced "leadership responsibilities" and "project bonuses" for police officers at the right time. The performance of the relevant police officers' department was responsible for, and decided that they were scolded or received multiples of beans compared to the serfs.

"Beans! All serfs can eat beans!"

"What are the serfs? Look at the beans assigned by the police officer, three bowls of dominance! Four bowls of beans!"

"Master! Angus, did you see it? This is how Akerry Village works."

After finishing a round of work, Arles' eyes widened and his face was shocked as he looked at the "bonus" harvested by the serfs and the police.

"Huh!"

However, when Arles turned around, he realized that he was shocked too early:

Next to him, Angus's originally empty hands, and at some point, there was an additional hand rake for weeding.

Holding this tool that was suitable for today's busy work, Angus was staring at the old police officer. Next to the bean barrels surrounded by the old serfs, the other few were obviously the bean barrels prepared for their new serfs and new serfs.
Chapter completed!