"Bloom, we've been miserable by you!"

In the mine, three cat-eared orcs held large iron pickaxes, and the green tendons protruded from their foreheads, and slammed hard against the black stone wall, turning all their anger into strength to vent out.

"I'm sorry, I thought the village chief was wrong before, but I didn't expect the priest to be wrong, I am a sinner." Bloom lowered his head.

There was nothing to say about it now, and he could only bang the cave.

Before the mine was issued, Bloom heard the village chief say that he should work hard, and mining could improve the overall strength of the village, so he worked very hard to atone for his sins.

In the distance, the old priest wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hands, panting, and at the age of fifty, he was sent to the mines, which was really not a good job.

But instead of working in the mines, Old Will believed that he would not see the sun tomorrow.

In fact, Alan is very short of labor, and it is a great waste to execute him directly, no matter what the result is, he will send Old Will to mine and increase the mine production for the village.

"Alan, you definitely can't manage a village, the landlord won't obey your management, you will soon ask me to go out of the mountain." The old priest was indignant and pinned his hopes of a comeback on the three landowners of the village.

The foreman, Ma Jie, passed by and saw Will in a daze for a few seconds, and without saying a word, he flung a whip over.

When there was a sound of flesh, the foreman shouted: "Don't stop, keep digging!" ”

The old priest gritted his teeth and glared at him with red eyes.

In the past, this kind of lowly foreman didn't even put a fart in front of him, and could only walk with his tail between his legs.

Syllable!

"Look at it, don't think that if you have been a priest, you don't have to work, here you are no different from a slave!"

The foreman sneered, and he had long seen that the old priest was not pleasing to his eyes.

He remembered that he raided Will's house today and found two piles of grain as high as a hill.

Thinking of the grain, and thinking of the famine last year, when his children could not get food because of the famine, unfortunately starved to death, a raging rage jumped up and whipped the old priest several times.

"I'll make you greedy, let you be greedy, let you be greedy!"

"Do you know what's wrong!"

"Old Will, when I knelt in front of your house and begged you to give my son a bowl of rice, you said that your family has no food, and everyone is starving...... Haha, and then my son died! ”

Every time the foreman whipped it, it was like hitting his own scar, and tears gradually appeared in the corners of his eyes.

"My dear son, do you see that?"

"I won't kill him, I'll let him eat and live, smoke when he sees him, and smoke if he makes mistakes, every day and every night!"

Ma Jie sobbed, inadvertently wiping tears from his face, only to realize that he was crying.

"Ma Jie, you're really useless, you can't cry, your son is still looking at you." The foreman muttered to himself that he was not in a normal mental state, otherwise he would not have gone to work as a miner in the mine.

Fortunately, the great Lord Allen heard about his past from his co-workers, and today promoted him to be the foreman.

Ma Jie's gray life has taken on color.

Bang bang bang.

He goes over and over again, and he never tires of it.

Old Will pursed his lips and continued to bury his head in mining, his face full of grief and indignation.

Alan, we're incompatible!

……

At sunset, smoke rises from every household in Datie Village.

In a small landlord's house, rice porridge was churning in the pot, and a few pieces of meat were cooked in the porridge, and the aroma of meat overflowed and filled the whole house.

But the three cat orcs present had gloomy faces, and they didn't have the slightest intention to eat lean porridge.

"Village Chief Allen is really too much, and he actually sent Old Will to the mine."

"Even his untouchables want to manage the village well, and I don't think it will work without our support."

"The half-tax cut has nothing to do with us, we are familiar with the old priest, and we don't have to pay taxes at all." The small landlord said indignantly.

"The cat slave economy is so important, it was actually canceled, I see that Allen's brain is in water, he is not worthy of being the village chief."

All three of them were orcs of the old priest faction, and they were also the landlord class in the village, with the youngest landlord owning fifty acres of land and the largest owning more than eighty acres of land.

After the fall of the old priest, they were thinking about how to save the old priest.

The eldest landlord of the three suddenly spoke: "By the way, where is Alan going now, does anyone know?" ”

"Well, he went to the blacksmith shop, and he wanted to teach the blacksmiths how to make graphite crucibles, which are said to be prepared for steelmaking, which seems to be the technology of Wangcheng, I don't know how the village chief understands this."

"Soil and fertilizer, labor, half tax, for the sake of the people, graphite crucible, the nouns and sentences that popped out of his mouth were all things he hadn't said before, when did the village chief understand so much?"

Luffy, a large landowner who had been to the town to study, tapped his finger on the table, his face contemplative, not knowing what he was thinking.

……

Early the next morning.

Alan woke up from the morning of the rooster's crowing and looked at the paper on the table, where the ink had dried, and on which some textbooks on the lingua franca of Lionheart and elementary school arithmetic were written.

After he finished writing the textbooks, he started a night school program to improve the education level of the villagers.

"Let me think about it...... By the way, this morning we have to train the troops. ”

He went to a clearing at the entrance of the village, and saw hunters and hordes of orcs in the distance.

The hunter ordered fifty young orcs to stand in five rows, expected to stand in line for an hour, as he had requested yesterday.

If an orc proposes to quit halfway, they will be eliminated and go home.

"The village elder is early!"

Alan nodded silently, seeing that fifty people were there, and none of them shouted tired, but their foreheads were already soaked with sweat.

"Everyone is early, how long have you been standing?"

When the hunter heard the village chief's question, he immediately glanced at the top half of the hourglass and replied, "It's been almost an hour." ”

They didn't flee after standing for an hour, proving that these people were really eager to save people.

Alan was even happier, at first he thought of luring orcs to join the army with good treatment, but now it seems that guiding them to save his fellow citizens is the best way to motivate them.

He smiled: "I haven't eaten breakfast, today's breakfast is lean porridge, and when there are conditions in the future, there will be meat to eat." ”

Grunt.

Grunt.

The young orcs who had stood for an hour had their throats rolling, their stomachs growling, and their hearts were moved.

Everyone didn't expect the village chief to be so generous, which was something they didn't expect before recruiting.

As he was talking, there were orcs behind him who volunteered to move things and brought over several large iron pots.

They opened the mouth of the rice bag, and the white grains poured down.

Some orcs carried wooden buckets full of water and poured water into the pots.

The eyes of the fifty young orcs were instantly attracted by those pots, and their eyes kept staring, eager to pierce them.

Smack.

Alan slapped him twice and said in a voice that everyone could hear: "Alright, while breakfast is still cooking, let's take three minutes to gather firewood here and make a fire, and then start the first round of assassin tutorials." ”

With that, Eren shouted to disband, and all the orcs dispersed with a bang, patronizing to find firewood to build a fire.

Only Natasha among the orcs noticed the words of Village Chief Allen, and muttered in her heart, "Assassin tutorial? ”