Another full two million Baileys.

Father Zhou did not hesitate to transfer the operation fee paid by Bai Yulong to Guo Ding.

Guo Ding turned a blind eye to the piety in his eyes, and had no intention of introducing Guo Degang's miracle doctor to him at all.

After handing over all this troublesome matter to Zhou Xiaofei to deal with, Guo Ding's soles slipped away.

Fortunately, there is a reasonable, capable and empathetic female classmate, which saves Guo Ding a lot of trouble.

Although Zhou Xiaofei couldn't figure out what was going on in the clouds, she still promised Guo Ding to cover for him.

Driving a Maybach with two million Baileys in cash stuffed in the trunk, Guo Ding felt a little inflated.

So much so that when he returned to the villa, he dared to ask Nicole Robin directly to get his slippers.

Although he only got Robin's health ball, Guo Ding didn't care, and went upstairs with the box.

"Teacher Guo!"

In the corridor on the second floor, Zoro was holding a wooden knife, confronting Sanji, and when he saw Guo Ding appear, the two immediately hugged their shoulders, showed sixteen teeth, and greeted Guo Ding with a smile.

"I feel relieved to see you love each other."

Guo Ding nodded and went into his room.

As soon as Guo Ding disappeared, Zoro and Sanji immediately separated, and both of them held their necks and vomited.

"Green algae, you got too close to me just now, did you mean to disgust me!"

"Phew, circle your eyebrows, it's obvious that you're putting your head too close, you pervert!"

With that, the two fought again.

It's just that the two tacitly agreed that they didn't make loud noises anymore, and their movements were a lot quieter.

If Mr. Guo finds out that he is fighting again, the punishment is quite terrifying.

Zoro and Sanji will never forget that time when the two were punished by Mr. Guo for doing free ♂ wrestling because of a fight.

It was a terrible nightmare, and they definitely didn't want to try it again.

……

I slept and was refreshed.

Guo Ding temporarily slowed down the space speed and talked to Goudan on the phone.

The development of the valley farming area is going well.

As Guo Ding expected, the land there is very fertile, and the grass ash produced by burning is simply a natural production area.

There was also a bonus.

There was a small tribe nearby, and because of the failure to compete with other tribes for hunting grounds, they chose to join the Green Oil Ministry.

Although the tribe is not very numerous, less than a thousand, this is a good sign.

This indicates that the reputation of the Green Ministry as rich, powerful, and benevolent has spread on a small scale.

A tribe where everyone can be fed and clothed, a tribe where the elderly can live for a long time, and a tribe that is blessed by the true gods.

In this barbaric era, green oil is the beacon of human civilization, the harbor of dreams, and a veritable country of hope.

With the first, there will be the second.

It is conceivable that as long as the Green Tribe can complete the transformation to an agricultural civilization, it will soon be able to unify the power of the entire Vikola.

In terms of tribal management, Guo Ding did not force the dog to engage in equality for everyone.

This is impossible and unrealistic.

Where there are people, there will naturally be classes, and there will be oppression.

Of course, the descendants should have better treatment, and the latecomers can only enjoy the same rights by paying more sweat.

According to Guo Ding's suggestion, Cuihua helped Goudan establish a grading mechanism.

Although they couldn't understand what black iron, brass, silver, gold, diamonds, masters, and kings were in Guo Ding's mouth, it didn't prevent the two of them from understanding Guo Ding's spirit.

On earth, the entire tribe was divided into three classes: Chinese, savage, and slave.

Kings, masters, diamonds, and platinum are all Chinese.

Gold, silver, and bronze are all savages.

Black Iron is just a slave.

The so-called Chinese people are aristocrats and citizens.

According to their ranks, they have the corresponding rights of citizens, and they have the obligation to serve with their own weapons and fight for the tribe.

The so-called savages are the converts and the freemen.

They earn income through their labor and are protected by the tribe.

They can ask to join the army, but they cannot serve as officers.

They also have no power to participate in public affairs, and can only passively accept management.

As for the slaves, as the name suggests, they are at the bottom of the entire tribe.

Except for the right to subsistence is guaranteed, the other positions of power are basically zero.

These three classes and seven sub-classes are not eternally fixed, but are determined by the number of "points".

Points are managed by the Temple, and the final interpretation belongs to the true God.

In the bottom line, mastery of the word of God can be exchanged for points, wealth can be exchanged for points, military industry can be exchanged for points, and inventions can be exchanged for points.

Disrespect for the true gods, breaking the law and committing crimes, fear of the enemy, and being lazy can all lead to a decrease in points.

At the same time, the initial points are different for each person.

It's like qualifying, positioning for the new season.

If your father was a diamond quasi-nobleman, then as soon as you were born, you could be positioned in gold.

With a little effort, you can rise to platinum and become a noble countryman.

If you eat and wait for death, you can maintain gold and become the top group of savages.

But if you do something wrong, you will soon be reduced to a low-level brass savage, or even a black iron slave.

On the other hand, if your father is the iron of Black Iron.

I'm sorry, but you'll have to climb up the pit of black iron step by step.

If you have a posture against the sky, of course, you can also soar into the sky.

But if you're just being smart, silver is probably your limit.

But it is more likely that for the rest of your life, you can only sink in the bitter sea of black iron.

This grading method is beneficial to Guo Ding's current rule.

Because the core members of the Green Tribe Headquarters have all automatically obtained the status of platinum or above.

The tribes that belong to them are divided into different grades from bronze to gold.

A person like the mountain donkey department who is stubborn and has a mantis arm as a car is naturally black iron per capita.

In general, this is done in line with the current distribution of benefits for the entire tribe.

It also reserved a passage for future class elevation.

Of course, this set of rules is still very rude, and there will definitely be all kinds of problems in the process of practice.

For example, how to measure wealth.

Historically, the various tribes in the Vikora area have traded with each other in the form of barter, and there is no concept of currency.

Guo Ding had not considered such a complex issue before, but now, he had to find a viable currency, even for the purpose of developing trade, but also to calculate wealth.

How to make money, gold is not good, although this thing is easy to refine, but Vikora has not yet discovered gold mines.

Guo Ding himself was not enthusiastic about gold mining.

Because the system clearly informs that rough objects of precious metals cannot be taken out of the system space.

So after thinking about it again and again, Guo Ding felt that he should not stick to the fixed mindset and engage in shell coins, copper coins, gold and silver currencies step by step.

His purpose was to develop the population, liberate the productive forces, and train enough social animals for himself.

Rather than re-enacting the birth of a civilization.

So Guo Ding decided to use paper money directly.

As for how to make paper money credible, it's very simple, just link it to grain.

No matter what era it is, food is hard currency, but it is not easy to circulate.

The value per unit weight of grain is too low, and the efficiency of long-distance transportation is extremely low.

But in Vikoola there is no such problem.

Guo Ding's chassis is still very small, and the water transportation conditions of the two rivers are very good, and there is no transportation problem at all.

The only trouble is where to find the right banknotes.

After wandering around the incense candle shop for a long time, Guo Ding finally gave up the idea of using the dark banknote as the tribal banknote.

It's not that the Stygian is too low.

In fact, the printing of the dark banknotes is unexpectedly sensitive, and the quality is very good, and it is very easy to fool those natives.

What is more troublesome is the pattern content of the banknote.

Whether it is imitating the world government's legal tender Bailey, using the pattern of the Gate of Justice, or designing it by himself, it is not in line with Guo Ding's intentions.

"Why don't you print it yourself......

Guo Ding sighed and made a decision.

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