Night falls.

The town hall allotted them only a small amount of lamp oil, many of them were reluctant to light oil lamps, and women were washing their clothes in the dark. After my sister finished breastfeeding her nephew, she coaxed him to sleep, and the little guy was very clever, and it seemed that he rarely saw him crying. George came back from the well outside, and when he saw his sister motioning for him to take off his clothes and wash them, he simply found a corner and rinsed them casually. The daily utensils are all shared, and it is a bit troublesome for four or five people to use, and George still has some money in his hand, and plans to buy some daily necessities in two days.

There was a commotion in the courtyard next door.

George glanced at his sister, who had just put his nephew to sleep, and after a little movement, he planned to sneak over to take a look.

There is a curfew in Modo City, but you can't go out on the streets at night, and it's okay to walk back and forth in the alleys of the accommodation area, and someone made it clear to them when they came.

The sound of prayer and praise can be heard in the ears, which are the devout believers of the church.

Although the first day in the city of Modo was very busy, for many civilians who had just fled the fighting, this busy and peaceful life was something to be thankful for.

They don't ask for something for nothing, they just want to be able to live a good life with their hands.

"Congratulations!"

"Old Pete! Congratulations on your new move! ”

"Here, have a drink."

"I wish you a speedy success!"

There were many people's voices in George's ears, and the courtyard next door was very lively, and occasionally patrolling guards passed by, and they only took a brief look and left.

There were quite a few people in the yard, some of whom George even knew.

Standing in the middle of the crowd was old Pete, a blacksmith in his forties, whom George had seen in Fallen Leaves, and who had repaired his equipment.

What's going on?

George saw a table set up in the courtyard, with wine, meat, and some household items on it, and old Pete was thanking his people beside him. When he saw George's figure, he immediately pulled him over, insisted on a drink, and boasted of his strength to the people next to him, saying that he had seen him kill a ferocious wolf. George was not polite, took the glass and took a sip, and then understood what had happened.

Old Pete was a blacksmith, and his craft should be quite good.

He worked for decades and learned to forge as a child, having been blacksmiths for generations. It was only on his first day in the city of Mordor that he was reused by the Ordnance Department. On the first day, he was assigned a house and received a resettlement fee. Today is to say goodbye to the others, and tomorrow he will take the family to move to an independent courtyard three streets away. In the future, he will be a blacksmith in the ordnance department, and his status may be much higher than these people, and it is estimated that he will be able to exchange his contribution for a piece of land in two years.

Blacksmith.

George's face couldn't help but show a hint of envy, and people with a good craft didn't seem to suffer anywhere.

From their mouths, George learned that there seemed to be a lot of people like Old Pete, and that those who had a good craft could be placed in other places, and some were assigned to the Ordnance Department. Some were assigned to brick factories, while others who were literate and literate were placed elsewhere. Those who were chosen for their craft were immediately superior to others, and the next day they had a new courtyard to settle in, and they were paid much more than others. This can't help but make George feel envious. Because he also wants his sister and nephew to live a little better.

It didn't take long for the people to disperse.

After a hard day, many people fall asleep in bed.

George also quickly went back to rest, and his sister was reluctant to light the oil lamp, and was sewing and mending his clothes with needles and threads in the small courtyard. From time to time, I would say a few words to the woman who lived in the next room.

The night was getting darker.

The weather in May was not bad, George slept directly in the small courtyard, the biggest difference from the past is that. He slept soundly tonight.

Because for him the terrible war is over.

The night passed quickly.

As soon as he got up the next day, George hurried to work, and when he came here, there was nothing, and although the town hall sent some relief supplies, that little thing didn't last long. No one thinks that the town hall is underpaid, on the contrary, many people are very grateful, for George, as long as he has a job, he can support himself and his family, and there are many people who think like him.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

In just three days, George's courtyard had undergone a lot of changes, all the pots and pans were complete, and he bought some fabric for his nephew to fill in a new dress. Now what he wants to do most is to have a small courtyard of his own, the room for the refugees is too congested, there is no private space at all, and his sister has to hide in the room if she wants to take a bath. It was obviously difficult to change a house by working as a coolie, but George still planned to find a way to join the army, and in terms of personal strength, he thought that he was not much worse than the guards.

People are very adaptable.

In just a few days, many people adapted to the life of Modo, and their lives were very regular and orderly, as long as they were working, they were all in charge of two meals, basically full and often ate meat. At first, people exchanged their work for food, but gradually many people began to save like the aborigines of the city, hoping that one day they would save enough to buy a house or a little land.

I heard that it is much cheaper to change the wasteland outside, and many people plan to reclaim the wasteland themselves after getting it.

George was born as a commoner, so cultivating the land is naturally no problem, and as an advanced warrior, he has enough strength, if possible, he hopes to have some land next year.

Although he has nothing now, he is full of confidence in the future!

………………

In the blink of an eye, a week passed.

George seems to have grown accustomed to the hectic and fulfilling life of Modo City, which is constantly expanding and seeing new changes every day.

The road to the east has been built for hundreds of meters, some flowers and plants have been planted near the square, how many acres of land have been reclaimed in the south, where the ditch has been dug, and the wood in the southwest has almost been cut down, and now they have to walk a little more to carry the wood. Anyway, it's all very trivial things, but everyone here seems to be very busy, even the officials and foremen break their legs every day. The law here is strict, and even officials are punished for failing to complete their tasks. Occasionally, he was able to meet slaves who were living in much worse conditions than they were, and many were content and grateful.

I heard that yesterday another slave was granted the status of a free man, which is quite strange to hear.

Because in the outside world, slaves are always slaves.

Now.

George could see the Betsy pterosaur soaring over the city of Mordor, flying in the direction of the sea every day and back before dark.

Maybe it's because people get used to it, and they don't get scared anymore.

I had never heard of the wyvern attacking people, but after the initial fear, many people felt happy and uplifted when they saw it, believing it to be a symbol of luck. But no one else was allowed to approach it, and George heard from the guards that it was the pet of the 'little princess' of Mordor City, about which no one had seen yet, but I heard that she was a very powerful spellcaster. Occasionally, a mysterious witch can be found in Modo City, who is the mistress of Modo City, and each time she appears for a short time, only assigning new expansion tasks to the officials of the town hall.

Since the establishment of Modo City, the pace of expansion has not stopped.

George had the good fortune to catch a glimpse of the mysterious witch, a beautiful and noble witch lord who rarely appeared in the presence of ordinary people.

The core of George's life still revolves around his sister and nephew, who is just one year old.

As the only man in the family, he has the responsibility and obligation to make his only sister live a better life in an unfamiliar environment. As an advanced warrior, his strength far beyond ordinary people finally gained the attention of others, and he was given a chance to enter the City Guard. George decided to seize this opportunity, so he honed his martial arts skills after each day of work. There are a lot of guys in Modo City who look very strong, but George also has his own strengths, that is, he is only 20 years old this year, and there is a lot of room for growth in the future.

In the evening.

George returned to the lodgings with a piece of linen, and it was time for his sister to fill in a new dress, which had been broken by his work, and it was better to make another change of clothes.

From the heights of Modo Castle, you can see the bustling harbor.

It seemed to be two different worlds from the city of Modo, and some people longed for the prosperity of the port, but George preferred the peaceful life of Modo City, which was full of order.

The next day.

A new half-elf was sent here, George met them in the morning, and from their eyes, George saw a trace of uneasiness, which couldn't help but make him smile, maybe when he first came here, he and his sister were the same as these people in front of them, right?

However, they are expected to settle into life here soon.

Because they are all civilians.

They are born to rely on hard work to support themselves, and hard work in the city of Modo can make them better and better.

George plans to buy some meat and go back to make up for his sister after he is busy today, because it may have been hard recently, and his sister's milk is not enough for his little nephew to eat.

Thinking of the little guy who was only one year old and had big black eyes, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a smile.

He looked at the house on the other side of the street.

Compared to the congested environment here, it is much cleaner and tidy, George couldn't help but clench his fists, if he can pass the guò assessment to join the army, it won't be long before he can move into an independent small courtyard with his sister.

Although it is a small brick house.

But for them, it is a new home, a hopeful www.biquge.info.

This is the city of Modo.

A place full of life, energy and hope, and although he has only just arrived, George has developed a sense of identity with it.

That's the power of order!

……………… (To be continued......)