On the third day, the number of natives of Banba Island who had been recruited to "serve" for the task force had suddenly more than doubled—the hungry and fainting had already gone down impatiently, and of course the vast majority of the natives were still watching, showing the scale in their hearts to see how many pounds and taels the new ruler had. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Of course, the flour in the church's official warehouse was not enough to pay the natives for their labor for a long time, and this is exactly what the natives would be more or less worried about - they had long established that the non-believers from the outside world were the same as the others, and even if they let down their hostility and vigilance towards the Elta and the people of the other world, they would still be afraid that the people from outside would still be hostile to them.

Of course, the long-lived Quezeduin would not think so—he had already had a tendency to believe in them from the moment he heard that the Elta Army and the Sujiao Army secretly led by the people of the other world could be treated the same as they appeared. The reason is simple: if the people of the other world still want to abandon them in the end, then why do they do so well on the surface?

Sorting through the confusion of thoughts at home, Quezeduin yawned against the evening windowsill - the rare smell of fish wafted from the huge house, which his old wife had queued up to buy in the afternoon from the shops opened by the Provisional Government of Lancas.

Ordinary people used to have to and now lack daily necessities and food, there is really a readily available - only to have a previously registered "certificate" to buy, for Quezeduin this is not a big deal, to play with the new owner to play according to the new owner's rules, this is not essentially different from the owner to play board games.

What intrigued him was the variety and quantity of items in the "shop". According to his wife's description, it was so colorful that it might have been matched by the shops on the main island of Lancas. As for the shops before and after the collapse of this half-leaf island, they are not qualified to compare with this at all.

Even if the reason why the island has lived a pure life in the first half of the year and even has its front belly next to its back is caused by the "sea devils" of people from another world making waves on the ocean, then how to explain the various grain resources in this church official warehouse full of pits and grains? How full this warehouse is, the villagers of Banye Island see it; They also see the prices of the shops opened by the Provisional Government and the variety of goods; As for how hard they were before, they were at least able to eat with their hands after that, that was also what they had experienced.

Whether Chinese, foreigners, or Lancasians, to be honest, they all "suffer from inequality", and the sense of jealousy is written into the deepest part of human nature. The Chinese can make a revolution with two kitchen knives, and the Lancas may be more instigated to choose to follow the provisional government and abandon the theocratic government of the church that has abandoned them long ago - just use their own choice, but this is equally fatal to the foundation of the church's rule on Banye Island.

The autumn night darkens around six o'clock. The church bell outside struck six times, and Quezeduin knew it was six o'clock. You know, on the day the island was reflaged, he was worried about whether the bell would be struck - but from the fact that he still has candles and "matches" in his hand, this worry is really a bit ridiculous.

The inhabitants of the main island of Lankas have been burning firewood for more than half a year, and naturally there is no way to be "exempt" here, from using magic to burn the stove to burning the fire by themselves. The trees on this island are more or less stubby and fibrous and not suitable for making boards and furniture (those that can be used have long been cut down, and most of the ones planted now are secondary forests), but the fire is still good, which does not leave too much trouble in life, at most it is after nightfall because there is no means of lighting other than the magic pink lamp.

Imported candles from overseas only stayed in churches and in the homes of the clergy on the island - it was not necessary to think about it to know that the candles in their hands were "soured" from the church, but for the inhabitants it was only a "due benefit", and they did not have it and the clergy took it for granted.

And now, as long as there is such a symbolic one or two small dollars, everyone can have this "special supply". Gently polishing a match, Quezeduin lit the candle on the table. This thing allows the family to have dinner together on this autumn evening, staring at the flickering but steadily burning flames, and for a while it feels a little "old days repeating themselves".

There was nothing more pleasant to have than picked up his six-stringed instrument in the bright firelight, and there was nothing more pleasant than this—and when I thought of it, my mustache shook upwards twice, revealing a little smugness.

The difficult time of waiting for the two sons to return home is like this, but it slips through the cracks of their fingertips in the intoxicating memories. Before the clock and minute hand on the dining table had turned halfway around the door, two figures, one high and one low, pushed open the door.

Quezeduin was originally a rice cooker - Madame's fish soup could not withstand hunger, at best it could only be counted into the field of dishes, and what he was waiting for was that his two sons could work to bring the bread promised by the people of another world, so that there were staple foods and dishes, although there was no butter and steak, but it was also a pretty good meal since the decline of the Bilunar Church.

Sure enough, the two brothers had no small amount of paper bags in their hands, and as soon as they entered, they placed the paper bags on the table, and stood obediently in front of Quezeduin waiting for the next step—Quezeduin keenly noticed that they seemed to be only a little tired, and there was no sign of being overwhelmed by the heavy work.

"Wash the dirt off your hands." Despite the rumbling of his stomach, old Quezeduin still did not put down his daddy shelf. "After washing, sit down and eat."

"The officers of the Sujiao Army have made us wash our hands." As soon as the eldest son turned around and did so, his younger brother raised his hands and showed them to his father to show that he was not lying. "Can I sit down?"

"Huh." Kuize Duin sighed in some consternation, and nodded after a while, "Interesting, these 'Sect Suppression Army' are really interesting!" ”

With that, he clapped his hands to show that he was eating. Somewhat surprised, Mrs. Quezeduin opened the clay bowl that covered the pot, took the warm and fragrant bread out of the paper bag and laid it on the plate, and put it together with the bread knife that had been prepared beside her, and the supper was ready.

"Tell me first, what did the Sujiao Army let you do today?"

The eldest son of Quezeduin cut a large loaf of bread impatiently, mixed it with the soup, and stuffed it into his mouth, and at this time his mouth was full of bread and soup, and naturally he could not reply to his father's answer. (The family motto of the Quezeduin family is the same as that of most Lancasians, you can't speak when your mouth is full of things) so the answer to the question is the one who swallowed the food in his mouth, the youngest son of the Quezeduin family.

"In the morning, the commander of the Sujiao Army asked us to dig a half-man-high ditch somewhere along the northwest field of the island, and about two hundred people followed us to dig a long ditch on one side.

"No, you go on." Quizeduin nodded, who was in it was secondary-in his opinion, the vast majority of the people on this island would inevitably work for the Sujiao Army in the end to earn that bite of food.

"This long ditch should be a full kilometer." Just when the second brother couldn't tell how long it was, the boss, who was much sharper than him, quickly came up with an answer, "It's even longer than a kilometer, and there are soldiers from the Sujiao Army digging the same ditch on the other side, and according to the chief, this ditch must be covered with a cover plate and form a circle." ”

This must be a gutter. When Quezeduin heard the "cover", he understood what the ditch was for. The gutters on the island have always been dug up, but no one has come to do it this year. If you can build a new gutter, will you have to make a home on this island? In addition, he also had some doubts, this gutter should form a system like the crown veins of a tree, what should be done to make this circle?

"Are you two tired of doing it?"

"Of course I'm tired." This time, it was my brother who grabbed the conversation first, "I did it for five hours in the morning, and it was also five hours in the afternoon, all of which were digging sand and digging soil, where is there a reason not to be tired." However, the bread of the people of the other world is sufficient, but they are not so tired, but they ......"

"Just what?" Quezeduin read the unintentional "just" in the boss's mouth.

"It's just the ...... of the Cult Army. The 'battalion commander' said to us, the laborers, that they were recruiting people who could write to do better jobs. The boss flickered, but his words became more and more firm. Although I only did it for one day, I felt that I should be able to trust these people from the Cult Army, and I think they ...... They always mean what they say. ”

Even if the bishop or even the archbishop of the church now jumps out to endorse the church, I am afraid that not many residents will believe their family word - what is the use of punishing corrupt church officials? What good is it to give them back their old lives? I'm afraid that the current situation must be that the gods of the present world have to appear in person, because the aborigines of Banye Island have long questioned the legitimacy of the deepest ruling of the Double Moon Church, at least they have distrusted the secular officials of the church who do not live in the canon, and even have begun to doubt the authenticity of the entire canon, and the reason for all this is not from the coercion and coercion of people from other worlds, the corruption of the church has long been a stubborn disease that has been carved into the bone and from the top down, The Chinese, who are familiar with all the routines and methods inside, just hit them with a tai chi punch and push the boat down the water.

Chewing the crust of the crunchy bread in his mouth, the old man acquiesced to the boss's idea - this late-maturing child always has some inevitable impulsive misjudgment in addition to his "intelligence that does not know the times", but this time the father could not help but agree with him and allow him to make a choice.