Chapter 91: The Cement Road of the Port
"Hello village chief, I'm Ivan, the person in charge of this operation, get to know me."
Ivan smiled and stopped the fox village chief, stretching out his rough palm, wanting to shake hands with the other party.
The village chief of Fox Village shook his hand a few times, and said happily: "Thank you for the help of Datie Village." ”
Ivan quietly observed the other party's face, thin and weak, gray hair, and did not have the temperament of a leader like Allen, feeling that the other party was a very ordinary villager.
Yes, that's the feeling, the other party gives him the feeling of being an ordinary villager, not a person in power.
In the past, he did not have the ability to observe words and colors, but after awakening, his ability to observe things has evolved to a very keen point, and he believes in his own self-awareness.
"Village Chief, are you human?" Ivan asked suddenly.
The head of Fox Village was looking at Ivan's new weapon, curious about how this gun killed the enemy, and when he heard Ivan's question, he responded as a matter of course: "Yes, I am a human. ”
Ivan hid the doubts in his heart, there is a difference between orcs and orcs, pure humans are also adapted to this rule, and the village chief of Fox Village is too weak.
Ten minutes later, the villagers of Fox Village packed their bags and prepared to hit the road.
At the gate of the fence, every cute fox girl wiped the corners of her eyes, and the tears of beans fell down, and she and her family carried a big bag on their backs and left the village silently.
They don't have much luggage, they are usually poor, and the only surplus food, two clothes and some coins left in the family are all their possessions.
The richer peasants were bitter, they had a bunch of grain at home, and they would definitely not be able to finish it.
The head of Fox Village was even more distressed, he had a private granary that could not be moved, so he could only seal the door with a pile of furniture, hoping that those unintelligent beasts would not know where the grain was hidden.
Outside the village, the orcs of the Great Iron Village stood in two rows, making way for the orcs to pass through in the middle, and they stood guard on both sides.
Ivan carried a wooden barrel filled with natural latex in one hand, and the villagers glanced curiously at the barrel with a lid, wanting to ask but not daring to ask.
Because the muskets on their bodies had killed the beasts in the air, and the strong force made them feel afraid, and they did not dare to speak much, for fear of upsetting them.
"Brother, what's in that bucket, how can I see that every cat orc has it." A soft voice rang out in the crowd.
Ivan peeked behind him, it was a cute fox girl, about one meter five tall, with two fox ears on her head and fluffy ears, actually red fur ears and a red tail.
The fox lady found that Ivan didn't speak, so she simply asked Ivan directly, "How heavy is that thing, I seem to smell something, what is in it?" ”
"I don't know, just pick it."
Ivan was reluctant to say more, he knew that the White Blood Sacred Tree was a nature worship object in Fox Village, and saying it would cause the friendship between the two villages to break down.
Anyway, he kept his mouth shut, didn't know anything, and didn't tell them what was in it.
Seeing that Ivan didn't answer, the little fox girl looked at the other soldiers with soft and weak eyes.
But the orcs in green uniforms ignored her, their eyes scanning all directions, fixed on any movement, their bodies straight, and their right hands carrying the bucket were very steady, without a hint of shaking.
Looking at the others, the cat orcs are all in this steely and tough style, and the fox villagers can't help but have a feeling of worship in their hearts.
The orcs of Datie Village are so strong!
In fact, the contents came from the rubber trees around Fox Village, and the contents of the bucket were all cut natural rubber latex.
Rubber is something that the Great Iron Village needs, and the Cat-Eared Orcs not only came to escort the Fox Orcs back to the village, but also went into the forest to pick a wave of rubber while they were packing their luggage.
After the villagers of the fox clan calmed down, Ivan quietly followed the head of the fox village with a bucket.
The human village chief of Fox Village didn't talk much along the way, and when no one spoke to him, he kept his mouth shut.
Ivan didn't ask much, just followed all the way silently, and found that the village chief of Fox Village really didn't say anything, and he didn't bother to ask.
The other orc villagers were not so composed, and some had already recognized that the road was not the way to the north, but the path to the west.
"My lord, this road doesn't seem to be the way to Datie Village."
"That's right, this is the path to the river, and we came here by boat, not by land." Ivan explained.
There are too many unknowns on land, and it is impossible to guard against sudden events when escorting the villagers.
It's much more convenient to take the river, and although those goblins can swim, their combat effectiveness is very weak when swimming, and where the big ship passes, they can only be hit and killed.
"The big iron ship has a special ship?" The priest of the fox clan was shocked.
"Our Datie Village is different from the past, tonight we will hold a town name election meeting, you can observe the process of upgrading Datie Village into a town."
Ivan proudly raised his little chin, and his happy expression made the priest feel dazzling.
In the impression of the priests of Fox Village, Datie Village was not yet strong enough to be like this, and it was impossible for it to have the size of a town in just a few years.
The smallest town must have at least a few thousand villagers, and then it needs to support the daily necessities of food and clothing, and a mobile commercial economy, without which it cannot be called a town.
After a while, the fox priest and the others heard the sound of rushing water.
After passing through the woods, I saw a galleon docked on the shore, and several cat-eared orcs on board stood guard like javelins, monitoring the surroundings.
"Sure enough, there is a boat ......," the fox priest suppressed the doubt in his heart.
Although they were shocked, the villagers of the fox tribe still thought that the boat was borrowed by Datie Village, and they felt that Datie Village could not grow to the scale of a town, at most it was a rich village, and the villagers were strong.
On board, the hanging hearts of the fox villagers were barely half relaxed.
"At least you don't have to worry about being swallowed up by the beast tide." The fox people sighed.
The beast tide can be a devastating blow to those villages that do not have strong force, and they are usually very weak when they encounter the beast tide, and rarely encounter the scale of a few hundred beast attacks.
"I just don't know where to go to Datie Village to live, is there a place for us to live?"
"There should be, let's just build a grass hut." The fox people chatted casually.
"Live in a grass hut ......" fox girls wagged their tails unsteadily, always feeling that it was not safe to sleep at night, and someone might attack the small shed at night.
At this time, Ivan's voice sounded: "Don't worry, Datie Village is full of cement houses that can be lived, and everyone has a room to live in." Ivan smiled.
"How is it possible, as far as I know, there are not so many houses to live in in Datie Village, unless you take in two villagers in each household." The Fox Village priest couldn't help but say.
Ivan glanced at the talkative priest, and then at the fox village chief who did not speak, but he still did not express his opinion.
It wasn't until Ivan stared at him for more than three seconds that the Fox Village Chief coughed and said, "I will do whatever the Great Iron Village arranges." ”
Ivan felt weird, maybe the head of Fox Village was an introverted sullen person, so he stopped paying attention.
Two hours later, the boat returned to the mouth of the river on the west bank of Datie Village, and the fox people found that there was a large gray road on the bank of the port, which was gray and straight, very smooth and hard.
In front of the road, there were countless slaves working with their heads bowed, running with carts carrying cement bags, slaves holding small twine to stretch long straight lines, and orcs struggling to dig the earth.
As far as the eye can see, there is no end in sight to the entire stone path, leading to the depths of the forest.
The endless road was filled with slaves, digging the earth and irrigating the cement, without the need for a group of lions to oversee with whips, and they did not see a single overseer with a whip.
These slaves did not need to be supervised, they squeezed their strength from the bottom of their hearts, and fought every minute for the construction of concrete pavement.
"This is the Great Iron Village?"
The fox priest stood up, his face full of shock.
"This can't be the Great Iron Village, they don't have so many slaves working for them!" The patrol leader of the fox clan also stood up.
There was a crisp sound, and the ancestral stone axe fell to the ground.
The head of Fox Village was the third person to stand up, but his words were snatched away by the first two, and he could only stare at him with round eyes and open his mouth to express his shock.
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