Muse fingers on the crude elementary school workbook, his mind uncertain. 【】

These papers were produced by the paper machines that were sent for the first time, and they were deliberately made of extremely inferior quality, after all, the paper of the assets of the Western Continent was expensive and of poor quality - of course, only Yu Weichao and others, even if they wanted to make it exquisite, there was no way to do it, the local lack of almost all chemical raw materials, and the cost of the materials transferred from the earth to produce paper products was also high, and the paper that was barely made was just for Shuizhai to use for its own use.

But in the eyes of the muse, it is a very luxurious thing to use coarse paper for daily registration. You don't see that the nobles all use linen as paper.

The muse put away his contempt for the filthy civilians and involuntarily asked, "Does everyone who enters and leaves have to be registered?" ”

"The second time I don't have to."

Looking at the number of people entering and leaving Xijiang Water Village every day, Muse calculated an approximate number, and then startled himself. He handed out a few copper coins to the spear natives, and said with a smile: "When did you start using these papers?" ”

"Two or three months." The spear soldier looked at the yellow copper coin in Muse's hand, and struggled in his heart for a long time before pushing his hand away and sneering: "You can't take it." ”

A copper coin can be exchanged for more than 10 iron coins, and can be exchanged for more than 100 thin coins, which is enough for a family of five to live for half a month, or to feed 10 slaves for a month, but it is a lot of income. Even with the affluence of the people of Jiangning, the monthly salary paid to the soldiers was less than 5 copper coins, which was 10 times that of the soldiers in Mara City and comparable to the income of the heavy infantry.

Heavy infantry is the backbone of warfare, and all of them have a level of physical skill level 5 or higher, which is very different from the indigenous soldiers who were still villagers these days.

But the guards at the city gate still reluctantly refused.

The muse looked at the soldier strangely, took out a string of 10 copper coins from his bosom, handed it out, and said, "It's okay, reward you." ”

The nobles' bounties had nothing to do with bribes. But the spear natives looked back, still not daring to take it.

Seeing this, the muse no longer insisted, scolded in his heart as an "ignorant and timid poor ghost", wrote down his name in the homework book indifferently, and then reached out and asked for a few meager coins from behind, put them in the donation box, and said with a smile: "That's okay?" ”

"Yes." The spear natives let go of where they were standing, motioning for the emissaries of Mara to enter, and then check on the next man. Although the level of detail is slightly inferior, it is already commendable with the flow of the city gate and the development of Mara City.

All the soldiers at the city gate must be soldiers of the second rank or above in the sequence of Xijiang Water Village, and they have passed the simplest political, qualified, and technical examinations - although it sounds like a lot of variety, due to the busyness of Yu Weichao and others and the limitations of their professional capabilities, this similar review is a mere formality. However, even the form is needed, it helps the upper echelons of the water village to eliminate the most obvious unqualified, and as far as the current situation is concerned, I am afraid that there will be no well-prepared high-level spies in Mara City to "tour" the water village.

It was precisely because of the political censorship and simple training that the spear soldiers knew the seriousness and severity of the punishment of bribery - in view of the disadvantages of entry fees in Chinese history, not only did the indigenous squad leader bear the heavy responsibility of managing the soldiers and refusing bribes, but also from the wooden watchtower behind the city gate, there were also people who always observed the situation inside and outside the city gate and wrote reports. At the same time, there are secret party members within the soldiers, who are responsible for reporting to their superiors what they and their teams see and hear every day, and their state of mind.

In particular, the secret party membership system was the result of Yu Weichao's recollection of articles and records from many years ago, and the creation and attempt of the revision of the Western Continent had already been carried out, except that the name of the party had not been thought of, the party's program was not -- in fact, there was only a secret party membership system and a secret whistle-blowing system -- and Chen Yi's consent had to be waited.

The Gate Soldiers and Bunker Soldiers belonged to the first order of the indigenous soldiers, and also developed the first 10 secret party members.

The soldiers were still a little timid about this, after all, the punishment was very strong, and the treatment of the "Jiangning people" was very good, plus those who made mistakes had to be sentenced in front of everyone, and the "illegal" gains were confiscated, so no one dared to intentionally cause trouble.

The muse walked into the Xijiang Water Village proudly, looking at the hard floor of the gray door and the door G, while looking for the head of the water village to greet him.

Of course, no one will come to greet you

This attitude made the self-proclaimed nobleman Muse shocked and annoyed, turned over and said: "Be energetic and listen to my orders at any time." ”

As soon as the words fell, a humble little old man came over and said with a smile: "Adults, do you have a certificate of good citizenship?" ”

"What's that?"

"The certificate of good citizenship proves that you are good citizens, if you don't have it, you can't ride a horse in the water village."

"Can't ride a horse?" The muse's rat eyes were still a little terrifying, and the little old man took two steps back, and suddenly pointed at the heavy machine gun above the city wall and said, "Do you see that artifact?" The soldiers of Marat, but they died on it. ”

The muse felt a pang in his heart. Before he came to Shuizhai, he got the news of the annihilation of the Third Heavy Infantry Battalion through the Jiān in this place, but whether it was true or not, he personally did not believe it.

However, the words of an ordinary resident of the water village made him start to think about it.

"There are still few people now, you can all be in the capital, and there will be more people in the future, everyone must have a certificate of good citizenship." The little old man seemed to smile persuasively, and said, "Knights, please dismount." ”

With that, he took a few steps back and gave up space to the heavy machine gun.

The Heavy who sat behind the armor handsomely put his hands on the grip and leaned forward, but did not turn on the bolt.

"Come down." The muse is not really a nobleman, the knights behind him are not nobles, and the so-called concept of shame is only effective in front of dirty commoners, and it is absolutely vulnerable in the face of force.

Pretending to be close to the people, the muse waved his red hemp cloak, and said with a polite and reserved aristocratic smile on the corner of his mouth: "If you have a certificate of good citizenship, don't you have to pay money?" ”

"If you pay 10 times, you can go to the square in the middle to get back 1 thin money, and you only need to pay once when you enter the city repeatedly every day. In addition, there are some places in the water village that only good citizens can enter. ”

The muse looked around, and saw that many of the people who had entered the city at this moment had good citizenship certificates. It's just a thin piece of paper, and I don't know how to judge the "good people".

The muse took out a few iron coins, handed them to the little old man and said with a smile: "Can I see your certificate of good citizenship?" ”

The old man accepted it without any scruples, he was a last-class official, belonging to the type of waiting in line for training and education, and he didn't even know what corruption ** was. In Yu Weichao's blueprint, the last official is equivalent to a temporary worker such as a chengguan, where is there time to train well.

The muse breathed a sigh of relief, if the people in Shuizhai didn't collect money, it would be really difficult to do things.

The Good Citizen Certificate is a palm-sized card with a beautiful green sè pattern on it, which still shines in the sun.

"This is the back, that one is called a hologram, and the one next to it is called a watermark, which is said to be very powerful."

Holograms and watermarks are common items in the form of park tickets, and a machine can produce them with only a few hundred kilograms.

The muse couldn't see the strangeness in it, but felt that the flashing light was very beautiful, and listened to the little old man's words, and turned it over.

The muse's face had always been full of smiles, but at the moment it was all shocked.

There are such vivid pictures

"Who drew it?"

"Shine."

When asked how to take it, the little old man couldn't tell clearly.

The Muse dragged a few nearby residents and forced them to bring their good citizenship cards to them.

The good people, how cowardly, only saw the tall horse behind the muse, they didn't dare to speak, and handed over their "good citizen certificate".

It's all a general exquisite 1-inch bareheaded ear photo, and it's no problem to use it on your passport.

"How?" One by one, the muses asked.

The good people only have some figurative and strange descriptions of Ai Ai, such as the black sè box and the colored sè oil, which are completely unknown.

Some of them are so timid that they can't even speak.

A team of indigenous inspectors came in a hurry under the leadership of Song Zhuang. Drink ordered the muses and his cavalry to dismount and stand aside.

The muse stopped the knights' scolding, and reluctantly handed over the certificate of good citizenship to the good people, thinking: just a little smaller, otherwise in Mara City, at least a few thousand copper coins.

Copper coins are much more valuable than iron coins, and ordinary civilians do not have the opportunity to use them.

"Secretly buying a batch of good citizen certificates, and then selling them to Mara City, will immediately be a hundred times more profitable. And it's a quick buck. The muse was full of thoughts about how to make a lot of money, and he was about to forget about the business, and waited until Songzhuang asked twice, and then said with a smile: "I want to see your village master." ”

"The curator is inside." Song Zhuang glanced at them and led the way.

Even the filthy commoners of the 21st century are still entitled to despise these natives, and arrogance is born naturally.

This momentum made the muse lose his mind, and he didn't slow down until Chen Yi appeared.

Chen sat on the Taishi's chair, looking up and down at the muse and his knights.

Chairs made of fresh hardwood, with the right curvature, are actually very comfortable, and of course, not as durable as a sofa, but suitable for the office. If it is on the earth, a set of office chairs is more than three or five thousand yuan, and it is simple to break 10,000 yuan. However, in the Western Continent, such a pair of office chairs can cost three or five copper coins. The large pieces of hardwood harvested by the people of the village were even sent to Mara City for firewood - although it was wasteful, the land was sparsely populated, and some were natural resources for their use.

The muse's eyes were fixed on the chair. It's not that he found anything special, but he didn't dare to look at Chen Yi. A temple warrior with a level 8 fighting spirit is rare even in a temple, let alone him.

"Honorable Knight, I am the Muse of the Temple Knights, and on behalf of the Priest Iyaar, I ask you to quickly release the captured soldiers and officers......"

"It's all dead."

"Huh?"

"Do you want a corpse?" Chen Yi's expression was very calm, and he was not ready to talk about anything with the rat-faced man in front of him.

The muse's big eyes blinked for a long time, and he said, "Yes." ”

"1 snail shell for the soldier and 10 for the officer."

The muse's heart was trembling, and he was very sure of the other party's words, and the third heavy infantry battalion was dead. Looking at this posture, even if someone is alive, they can only die.

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