"There are also people who don't work hard, and we'll see you later." Master Feng perked up when he heard this, and began to talk endlessly: "We have made a book for all the people we have contained, and we have simply divided them into grades. The scholar you saw just now, as well as a few craftsmen, are currently 'A' talents. ”

Speaking of this, Feng Jun pointed to the people who were shouting the trumpet on the construction site and worked hard to lay the foundation: "These people all belong to Category B, all of them are illiterate and farmers. These low-level Hanako refugees were treated and sheltered by us, and they had a full meal here, so they are generally grateful to the company, and they are willing to work hard, and basically do not need supervision. ”

When the group came to the location of the apse at the foot of the mountain, Master Feng stopped: "Now the guards in the temple are mainly the people and horses dispatched by the screen village, and the other is a small number of beggars who have surrendered to the city. ”

Speaking of which, Feng Jun raised his hand and said hello to the side of the gable, and everyone looked at it, and it turned out that a lookout had been set up on the gable, and there was a traverser on duty on it, carrying a SCAR assault rifle with a scope on his chest.

"The level of these people is 'C'." Master Feng led the group forward for a short while, and then pointed to a group of people who were working in front of him, his face became a little more serious: "Our definition of Class C is 'potentially dangerous elements', and these people need to be monitored with guns twenty-four hours a day. ”

Everyone took a closer look and found that the group of people in the apse seemed to be no different from those in the front hall, the same topless, the same working hard.

Feng Jun knew what everyone was thinking, smiled and explained: "Since Lord Zhou Zhai became the leader of the beggar gang with our support, these people have been sent over one after another. ”

Hearing this, someone immediately reacted: "Is it the remnants of the beggar gang?" ”

"That's right!" Feng Jun nodded: "These people used to be the big and small leaders of the beggar gang, old thieves who have accumulated years, they are usually used to sucking the blood of the low-level flowers, and they are used to enjoying happiness, how can they be willing to work as coolies here?" During this time, there were only those who were hanged by playing with dead dogs, and those who were beaten to death by climbing over the wall in the middle of the night, adding up to more than a dozen people. ”

Looking at these former beggar gang bosses who seemed to be docile, but their eyes showed a little fierce light from time to time, the members of the supervision group were silent for a few seconds, and then Xia Xianze said in an indisputable tone: "These people will be the first to send away when the time comes, and when they get over there, they can run hard." ”

"Uh-huh!" Feng Jun nodded again and again: "I want to send it away as soon as possible, there are still many reform projects here in the beggar gang in the future, and this kind of person will be sent over one after another, if I stay here too much, the pressure on the guards is too great." ”

The beggars, who were working hard, did not know that their fate had been agreed, and that the good times of sitting in the corner, basking in the sun, counting copper coins, and snorting lice would never be again.

After inspecting the completion site, the supervision team went to see a series of newly built buildings built behind the temple, such as the cascade stone spring bath, treatment room, and toilet, which were built to treat the displaced people. Before I knew it, it was already noon, and with the sound of a sharp bamboo whistle, the people who were busy on the construction site hurriedly put down the tools in their hands, put on the homespun short coats thrown aside, lined up in a crooked formation, and walked towards the canteen.

The so-called canteen is actually a bamboo shed, which is very simple. The cooks stand behind a steaming earthen cauldron with a line of coolies with porcelain bowls in front of them, surrounded by fake monks in monk's robes, carrying sticks and whips.

The food is very fair: there are only two stoves, large and small, and anyone who receives the rice in the big stove can get a big bowl of brown rice, and the rice will be covered with a large spoonful of vegetables, and there are some animals and seasonal vegetables in the dish, which seems to be full of water.

And all the traversers, overseers, including a few Class A talents, all ate in Xiaozao. The meals here are more in line with the habits of the travelers: a bowl of vegetables per person, there are chickens and fish, and there is no limit to how much rice you want to eat.

Everyone was hungry at this time, no one was polite, they went over to cook well, just like eating in the countryside in the past, a group of people happily found a clean place, each hand a coarse porcelain bowl, a bamboo tie, in a circle, buried in eating.

Feng Jun, who had been busy greeting people, also took a breath of relief, and seeing that Cao Chuan and Xia Xianze had begun to plan, Feng Jun knew that this level was almost over today.

Although these people mainly came to visit the mountains today, Feng Jun did not dare to take it lightly. As the number of traversers continues to grow, there are more and more bastards in the company at present, and there are a lot of people who don't know how to find fault with them, and they are pointing fingers everywhere one by one by relying on their shareholder status, which makes Feng Jun, the real power person in charge of specific departments, very unhappy.

Just when Master Feng himself was about to eat, a passer, who was white, not tall, with big cheeks, and a little belly, gently knocked on the edge of the bowl with chopsticks, and then said to himself in front of the bowl: "The food in the human resources area is really good, is the standard a little higher?" After all, public funds ......"

Slowly put the piece of fat back into the bowl that was sandwiched to his mouth, feeling a few gloating glances from around him, Master Feng's heart was broken at this time: "Dog official, dog official, it's really a dog official who is indispensable for plane collapse!" ”

However, curse to curse, explanation is still necessary. After settling down, Feng Junpi smiled and said to the four-year-old white fat man: "Wang Ju, as far as the food standard is concerned, this thing not only does not exceed the standard, but needs to be improved!" ”

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For a long time, the detailed personal information of the traversers who came to this plane one after another, and their detailed personal information in the old time and space, Cao Chuan did not announce it.

This kind of thing is very sensitive, and Cao Chuan has publicly stated that whether everyone's files are public or not, in the end, will be kept by a certain person or a certain department, or simply remain in the old world forever, these will be decided by all shareholders in the future, and he himself will obey them unconditionally.

So the current situation is like this: whenever a new person joins, he will only introduce the person's age, major, and specialty in general terms, and the rest is gone.

Take today's "Wang Bureau" as an example, when he first arrived in Baodi, Mr. Cao proudly patted him on the shoulder and introduced to everyone: This is Deputy Director Wang of the Finance Bureau, with a very high level and a division level...... But that's the end of it.

As for why this deputy director of the Finance Bureau at the division level gave up his great future to go to Africa, and how he joined the great cause of crossing, he himself does not say, Cao Chuan does not say, and it is still a mystery so far.