With such doubts, Nota held a bag of organic sauce - although each bag of these things is an important storage material and should be kept in a unified manner, but in the absence of his father, Notta, as the largest man in the family, still has the power to dispatch resources.

He crept into the black market and exchanged organic sauce for a small packet of fine wheat flour that was less than half the amount of organic sauce, and this lump of wheat flour made into a small dough could satisfy hunger less than one-twentieth of a bag of organic sauce, but as the organic farms outside the city grew larger, Nota knew that the natural food would only become less abundant and more expensive in the future.

Approaching Mr. Ronald's residence, Nota smelled a strong smell of barley porridge, and as soon as he entered the door, he walked through the winding corridor to the meeting room, where a group of people sat in a circle around an old man with black hair, who had his hair combed straight and looked meticulous, he nodded at Nota, and the circle of people gave up a place, and Nota walked over and sat down, and threw the wheat flour in his hand into the central cauldron.

The discussion did not stop with the arrival of Nota, and for a month the Brood Seminar centered on Mr. Ronald was a well-known cultural show in the neighborhood, and all it took was a small bag of wheat to allow the former court scholar to eat a thick meal of porridge every night.

As a well-known scholar, Ronald's seminars have a natural appeal to these rich and idle city kids, and as a fan, Notta is certainly a loyal listener.

"The reign of Frostwings is not destined to last. ”

The old man took a sip of the porridge with satisfaction~, and the topic he said seemed a little sensitive, Nota didn't care about it, he was also worried when he first participated in this seminar, but after a long time, he found that neither the manager of the logistics department nor the people of the Frost Dragon Knights cared about this, even if it was a large group of idle and bored workers in the factory during the lunch break and scolded the evil dragon, those in charge were just watching, and their eyes were quite intriguing.

Although Notta felt that the sights of the stewards were a little strange, the people were undoubtedly emboldened, and it was already a daily topic to discuss when the Frost Wings would be pills in the more 'reactionary' forum of the Wheat Porridge Seminar.

However, after half a month, the style of painting when discussing this topic has become more and more strange, because some people have gradually begun to refute this Mr. Ronald:

"But sir, you asserted twenty days ago that the dragon's rule would fail, because he was not capable of feeding us civilians, but now? I have visited the organic farms, and the power of his magic regiment is incredible, and if what they say is true, and if this pattern can be sustained, then there is no doubt that the dragon is capable of feeding us. ”

A young man spoke and asked Notta to nod secretly, which was also the confusion in his heart, and someone answered at this moment, which saved him from talking too much.

The other youths listened intently, apparently with similar confusion. Nota casually paid attention, suddenly thought of something, and frowned slightly.

"You think you're going to be able to make Frostwings' rule rock solid just by settling the food and clothing? No, no, no, kids, you're naïve. The old man apparently had his own understanding of the question: "Do you call that slug-like thing food, or do you call this life within the ice wall life?"

"But, teacher, I beg your pardon that I am not raising a bar with you, but this slug-like food tastes no worse than the coarse bread and hard bread we eat every day, and is kept in an ice shell...... Even in the past, we, the children of craftsmen and merchants, were usually confined to a certain road or city, and ran around for a bite to eat, so where could we talk about freedom?"

As this man said, it is a luxury to not go hungry all year round, and organic sauce is indeed not an unacceptable food, and it is impossible to be free to run around for a living all day long.

Besides, where is the lack of freedom now? In addition to not being able to leave the ice wall, the pace of life here is even more relaxed than before.

Nota used to work in her father's carpenter's shop, often working until midnight.

"Son, I have to admit that you have a point, but I still insist on my opinion, and I can make my opinion in the simplest way possible: Can you endure this food for a month, two months, but for a lifetime? Can you endure this captivity for a day or two, but how many years?"

"But we're at least fed. A little fat man said, Nota glanced at him, and recognized that this was a factory worker with himself, the neighbor's son, before the arrival of the Frost Wings, this family was worse than Notta's family, this little fat man was still a thin bamboo pole, Nota watched this thin bamboo pole turn into a ball, and then looked at his face, and suddenly had a deep understanding.

The little fat man's comprehension was obviously not as simple as having enough to eat, he continued: "Teacher Ronald, when the princes and nobles ruled us in the past, we had to go hungry for at least one or two months a year, and this did not affect their rule as solid as a rock, and now that we are all able to eat, why do you say that the rule of the evil dragon will eventually perish?"

"That's why his reign won't last long, and what I'm saying next, my son, may be a little hard for you to accept, but you can think about whether it makes sense. Ronald drank the porridge and smiled happily: "Son, what do you think in your head when you don't have enough to eat?"

"Get food. The little fat man frowned and said.

"And what about when you're full and free?" Ronald continued.

The little fat man opened his mouth and was stunned for a while, not knowing what to say.

"You can gossip, play cards, drink, go hunting, but that's the life of a noble lord. A man said.

"That's the problem, kids, haha, human desire is a terrible thing. Ronald laughed: "When you can't eat, all your desires are left with food, the bottom line of your desires is not to starve to death, the princes and nobles can satisfy you, of course, you can establish a stable rule, but what about after you satisfy the desire to eat?" The bottom line of your desires will rise, and you will gradually be dissatisfied with the monotonous taste of food, dissatisfied with the life of being raised within the ice wall, dissatisfied with the powerless position controlled by the evil dragon, maybe you will not notice the problem in a year or two, but what about ten or twenty years later?"

Everyone fell into silence, and after a while, several young men left angrily, Nota knew these people, their families were all suffering from the disease of divine powerlessness, but after the rule of the Frost Wings was firmly established, they earned points through their work, and in exchange for a chance to treat a serious illness, they actually made their seriously ill family members heal.

This miraculous act certainly made these young men potential supporters of Frostwings. These people listened to Ronald's argument and thought that the scholar regarded all the people as potentially ungrateful, which was undoubtedly a humiliation for the Northlanders, so they left the table angrily.

But like Nota, many more people are contemplating in place like him, perhaps out of respect, or perhaps a little recognition.

"Therefore, if the Frost Wings try to establish rule by satisfying the desires of the human heart, it is bound to fail. Ronald laughed: "And violence will inevitably cause resistance, and all the humans, elves, and dwarves in the Northland will not sit idly by and watch an evil dragon rule the human kingdom, it will inevitably fail, it will inevitably be." ”

Nota shook his head secretly, looking at Ronald's madness, he suddenly figured out something.

As a court scholar of high status, if the Frost Wings had not appeared, Mr. Ronald would have lived a much better life than he has now, at least without having to sell his knowledge and condescend to talk to a commoner like himself in exchange for a little bit of fine wheat that could be eaten.

The new life brought by Frost Wings has indeed created a group of lucky ones, which may not be good, but from a worse point of view, at least Nota feels that if Frost Wings can ensure that this order is stable, there will still be some people who will accept his rule.

It's a class issue.

Nota picked up the kettle and took a sip of water, and suddenly remembered that in the recent factory training class, in addition to technology, those courses "History of the Northland", "Origin of Nobles" and the like, he didn't know that these courseware were made by the Baihe gang in a hurry, but there is no doubt that these contents displayed with the magic slide lantern still made Notta's three views devastating.

As a sane person, Nota could easily tell that these history lessons were telling the truth, that princes and nobles and the like were originally relying on force, resources, and brainwashing to rule the people, and through resource superiority, it snowballed from generation to generation, making it more and more difficult to shake the ruling power. Instead of relying on so-called tradition and glory, they can do it, and so can Frost Wings.

Many smart people realized that it was Frostwings looking for legitimacy for their rule, but in any case, Frostwings' invasion brought about innovation, a fact that Nota had to admit.

Nota sat there, and suddenly his heart moved, and he noticed that the wheat porridge in the pot was indeed much thinner than the previous two days, and the number of people participating in this symposium had also increased from half a month ago to less than ten now.

He looked at the old man who was drinking porridge with satisfaction, and couldn't imagine in his heart that in another ten days and half a month, this old man who insisted on not using organic sauce to satisfy his hunger would be able to stick to his principles.

He continued to look at the excited old man, of course, he didn't notice that on the roof of a house not far outside the courtyard, two frost dragon knights were sitting there, holding wine bottles and eating salt water beans, and they were recording the conversation in the house with the automatic recording system of the power armor. This old man is very powerful, he even understands Maslow's pyramid of needs, knows that the general desire of the public is difficult to fill, and can use this to conclude that we eat jujube pills, which is not simple or simple. ”

"Phew, we're the best than rotten, if it weren't for our boss being a dragon...... How can this old man jump up and down here? What are we doing here? This old man is clearly a scumbag, and it seems that Lizhongke actually has no use except whining and farting, and you see that these fans of him can't listen to it. ”

"Of course, who are the people who listen to him now? are all people who have jobs and have extra organic sauce to exchange wheat for him, these people have gradually assimilated into our system, and when they all wake up to this old man is whining, who will give him a bird?"

"But to be honest, as long as the boss doesn't pump his brain, he is still quite reliable, and the effect of this set of open magic industrial social transformation is still good, but, uh~" The frost dragon knight mentioned the boss, and his face twitched inadvertently.

"No, no, no, huh, there's a new mission, go to the hall. ”

......

Nota walked out of the scholar's old mansion, looked at the night in the sky, exhaled and returned home, as soon as he opened the door and saw a familiar figure, Nota was stunned for a moment: "Uncle Wick." ”

A middle-aged man with a pale face but a strong body came out of the room.

Nota was dumbfounded, of course he knew this uncle of his, but didn't this uncle go to Nanda Glacier to work as a miner and have been missing for several years?

"My little Nota!" Uncle Wick looked very excited, and hugged Nota.

"Uncle Wick, Frost Wings didn't kill you, and let you come back?!" Nota looked at Wick with excitement, and her heart was still full of incredulity.