In front of the large granary, a line of ragged orcs lined up to receive food in front of the granary, and when the soldier asks for his name, job and address, a soldier will write on a piece of paper, and after registration, a bag of rice will be distributed.

A bag of rice is about ten catties, and the orcs are frugal enough to survive a month, and the mushy rice that is ripe in a month is ripe.

The yield of mushy rice is much lower than that of rice, but planting a little more can make up for the disadvantage.

Seeds are not rare, and every household will keep some seeds and store them in a dry place, which can theoretically last for two years.

Against this backdrop, the nobles came to the granary and watched Allen's army preside over the distribution of food, and they were very puzzled by this.

"Lord Allen, why do you want to divide the food equally among the untouchables?"

The nobles were puzzled and did not understand why Alan was giving out the pay.

This is not in line with the concept of the majority of nobles, those untouchables do not have to take care of it, and the poor have their own ways to survive the famine.

"Because I want to give food to civilians, and there is no other reason." Alan didn't bother to answer the reason behind it, and there was no need to answer.

The noble lions choked, some showed very dissatisfied expressions, and some of the lions suddenly tightened their tails, remembering that the Murphy City Lord was shot in the head by a terrifying musket weapon.

Tomorrowtown's weapons are very strange, saying that they are long-ranged weapons, but they can't see "arrows".

Every time the gun was fired, there was a loud sound, a flash of fire, a faint white smoke.

The enemy always fell to the ground suddenly, with an extra bloody hole in his chest, and sometimes even the bones were pierced, and there was no possibility of saving him alive at all, so to speak, he would die with one shot.

Under the deterrence of terror and force, the nobles dared to be angry and did not dare to scold.

"Lord Allen, may I ask what you are doing with gathering everyone?" The aristocratic lords chose to bypass the topic of commoners and get back to business.

Alan ordered the corpse of the city lord of Murphy to be brought out, the black lion hair was covered in blood, and the helmet was removed by the orcs, revealing his head.

There was a bloody hole in Murphy's forehead, which was a cavity-type wound caused by a twenty-millimeter bullet, a bloody hole on the surface, and a trumpet-shaped cavity on the inside, and the brain was too dead to die.

When the nobles saw the body of the city lord, an inexplicable cold air rushed to Tianlinggai and they were afraid.

"As you can see, the city lord Murphy is dead, and I now need a city lord to manage the saltpeter town for me, and all the saltpeter output will be handed over to the town of tomorrow."

"If you need saltpeter, you can spend money to buy it, but you have to go to Tomorrow Town to buy it in limited quantities, and every time you buy saltpeter, you need to register, as for the limit, I'll go back and work it out slowly."

After Allen finished speaking, the aristocratic lion man who had saltpeter minerals in his family widened his eyes and his fists clenched unconsciously.

Lion Kaili unconsciously clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and sure enough, as soon as he took the position, he began to squeeze the local forces.

And as soon as he opened his mouth, he would monopolize all minerals and give people no way to live.

Allen naturally has a plan to attack the city, and he does not plunder the city, which means that Allen has other ideas in his heart, and he doesn't care much about the people and windfalls in the city, but he cares a lot about other things.

"Don't relax with the other nobles, except for saltpeter minerals, any mineral output must be sent to Tomorrowtown."

Seeing the relieved expressions of the rest of the nobles, Alan immediately mended the knife, making the relaxed nobleman's face return to heaviness.

"Lord Allen, it's not good for you to be like this, we are all nobles, we are all nobles, we will leave a line for life, and we will see each other in the future." The largest local iron ore dealer was very upset and objected.

"If you have objections, you have no right to object, give a verbal warning, if there is a next time, you will be thrown directly into the mine for labor reform," Alan stood on a high place, put his hands behind his back, and squinted at the iron ore merchant, his domineering gaze made people's hearts tremble, and cold sweat broke out.

All the cat-people also moved their flintlock pistols, and the three-edged bayonets refracted the sun's rays, causing the iron ore merchant to be flashed into the eyes, and his body trembled as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

"But Lord Allen, if I hand over the iron ore, my whole agricultural and sideline business will be gone." The aristocratic lion man shook his body and looked sad, still clinging to the last glimmer of hope.

"You don't understand a reason, after my army is stationed in Saltpeter, all the resources of the territory belong to Tomorrowtown, you have no ownership, only the power to run for Tomorrowtown, and this power has to be re-given to you by the administration of Tomorrowtown." Alan was ruthless.

Now that the siege has begun, he naturally can't pretend to be a little sheep anymore, and it's time to tear off the sheepskin and show his wolf ambitions.

Allen's early development policy is to bury his head in development, lay a good foundation, use money if he can use money to collect resources, and try not to go to war.

If you want to win the ultimate competition, it is impossible to win with moderate development, and Allen's middle and late stages are naturally predatory, and it is impossible to reason with the enemy.

The so-called truth, within the range is his truth.

With the current equipment and soldier base, the military expansion plan can be initially started.

Gentle internally, domineering externally, saving the world under the banner of liberating slaves, the essence is to plunder resources and serve Tomorrowtown in all directions.

How many people do you need to build a mature modern industrial city, how can you need more than a million people, or even millions of people, tens of millions of people.

Take Shanghai as an example, with a total area of 6,340 square kilometers, and a population of 24.18 million in 2017.

How long will it take to satisfy the industrial population if you rely on simply having children?

It takes ten months to give birth to a child, and eighteen years to reach adulthood.

Even if you have a few more children, it will take several generations of training, when will the aborigines of Tomorrow Town meet the development needs?

It's been too long, and Alan can't afford to wait.

After millions of players landed, he couldn't afford to wait.

Thinking of these things, Alan waved his hand again, and Ivan ran to Allen's side in small steps, listening to his orders.

"Tell the local residents who receive the food that if they join Tomorrowtown, they can get an extra bag. Orcs with children at home, bring the whole family to join Tomorrow Town, and you can also get an extra bag of food. ”

"All orcs who join Tomorrowtown will be assigned work, food, and shelter."

"The mines in saltpeter town are larger, there is a lot of mining value, at least half of the aborigines are left to continue mining, the work system is according to the free people system, do five days off and two days off, have food, have overtime pay, and the overall work treatment is on par with tomorrow town, and cannot be treated differently."

"Yes, understood!" Ivan saluted with a military salute, and his movements were neat and serious.

He didn't hide it, he commanded in front of the nobles, obviously he didn't take the little nobles seriously.

The petty nobles took a deep breath, this is completely the style of dictators, and saltpeter town exists in name only.

If the population is robbed, it will be robbed, and the nobles don't care too much, anyway, there won't be so many orcs in the town tomorrow.

But this is just wishful thinking on the part of the aristocratic lords, and the urban plan in Allen's office is very detailed and constantly updated.

He has already planned every inch of land within the town walls of tomorrow, there is no place to live to build, and the infrastructure maniac is not afraid of a large population, but only afraid that there will not be enough labor to build infrastructure.