"I don't have much food at home, what should I do?"

The middle-aged woman scooped out a spoonful of wheat flour from it with a sad face, turned to her husband and said.

Obra is half a stonemason, and he came to Cancer Island relatively early, and almost all the houses on the island were built by him.

Obra bowed his head and was silent for a moment, then stood up abruptly and said to his wife, "I heard from Blue earlier that they are recruiting craftsmen, and that they will be paid food for their work, so I will go there and have a look." ”

Blue, his son, had come back a little in the morning and had now gone out to play with Gina. The children's minds are relatively simple, and after a few days, the children on both sides have played quite harmoniously.

The middle-aged woman knew that what her husband was talking about was referring to the liberation group that eliminated the Blood Shark Pirates and then occupied Cancer Island. When she heard that her husband was going to help them, she panicked: "Are you going to help them? No, they will hurt you." ”

Obra glanced at his wife with relief and comforted: "Don't worry, no, you see that Blue is not having a good time playing with those people's children, he is very happy these days, and Blue was not like this before." ”

"That's different!" the middle-aged woman forcibly argued, "Blue is just a child, and you...... I'm afraid if I accidentally provoke them...... , The food at home can last for a while, and we can borrow it without it, so don't you go?"

Ofra is the breadwinner of the family, and his wife is always worried about what will happen to him.

Obra walked towards his wife, took her hands with her rough hands, and said, "Don't worry, you see that we were captured by the Blood Shark Pirates and brought to Cancer Island, and we have lived for so many years, and it is not good, no matter how fierce these people are, are they still comparable to the Blood Shark Pirates?"

"Besides, if they force us to work and don't give us food, we won't be able to resist!"

What Obrah said did make sense, and the middle-aged woman turned her head to look at the grain storage tank, opened her mouth, and finally said nothing.

Obra persuaded his wife and left the house and went out into the street.

Cancer Island did not have the silence of the past, and began to become lively, even more lively than when the Blood Shark Pirates were in control.

The laughter of children, the slogans of the patrols, the chatter of the residents of Crescent Island, and the noise of the reclaimed wasteland in the distance are intertwined, breaking the silence of more than a month.

The middle of the straight street leading to the city gate was cut off by another side street, forming a crossroads. This side of the street used to be the residence of pirates, and the houses of the island's residents on the other side.

It's relatively empty, and it's usually a place for children to play, but it's surrounded by a lot of residents.

Obra walked over and realized that the people surrounding him were all familiar people, all of whom were artisans and farmers on the island.

Obra greeted them one by one with a smile, and one of them asked aloud, "Obrah, do you want to accept their recruitment too?"

Obra sighed: "Yes, there is no food at home, I heard that Blue said that there is food as a reward for helping them, so I will come and take a look." ”

"Yes. The man nodded, pointed to the plank, and said, "The proclamation says that if you accept their employment, you will get food." ”

"It's just ......," the man hesitated, "I'm worried if they're going to cheat on us?"

Obra patted the man on the shoulder and said, "Probably not, think about it, what good is it for them to deceive us?"

"Well, it seems to be. It dawned on the man.

The inhabitants of the island, almost all their possessions belong to the pirate group, they don't have half a silver coin in their pockets, they are all hungry now, and they only have one life, what can the people who occupy Cancer Island deceive them?

Obrah pointed to the plank and said, "I'll go and see what is written." ”

A piece of vellum paper was posted on the large bulletin board on the door, and there was a large crowd around it, and Obrah squeezed into it with difficulty.

He also knew a little bit of writing, and could basically understand what the announcement said.

“...... Any resident of Cancer Island who is hired to eat food per day can also receive extra food as a reward...... As long as you put in the labor, you can get the fruits of the labor...... Liberation Regiment Recruitment Order. ”

Obra read the announcement word by word, and finally understood the recruitment conditions required on it. Actually, he doesn't care about anything, he doesn't have anything on him, but he still has enough strength.

The food remuneration given to the residents on the announcement is not much, but the savings are enough, which is enough for a family of three to have daily rations.

Obra breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked his acquaintances, "How can I be hired?"

The man pointed out of the crowd, and Ofra looked in the direction he was pointing.

Donner was sitting there bored with a wooden table, surrounded by ten members of the team armed with scimitars, muskets and other weapons, guarding behind him.

Originally, Donner didn't want the team to protect him, but he couldn't stand Mike's insistence.

Again, he also knew that he hadn't really mastered Cancer Island yet, and there might indeed be potential dangers, so Donner let Mike arrange it.

Many of the indigenous inhabitants of Cancer Island have come out of their houses and into the streets, and many of them have heard that the liberation regiment is recruiting craftsmen and coolies, so they have the courage to come and inquire.

It's just that there are more and more onlookers, but no one dares to come to register and accept recruitment.

Donner was also a little helpless, and he didn't know if these residents believed the announcement, or were they still afraid of the Liberation Regiment, or if they were afraid of the guards behind them?

Donner looked at the team members around him, thought for a while, and said, "Mike, you see that you are here with the team members, and the residents dare not come over, or you should retreat first." ”

Mike saluted: "Commander, this is not good, what if there are pirate accomplices among these people and hurt you? ”

Donner was helpless, and at this moment a man cautiously came to the table and asked humbly, "Excuse me, my lord, I want to accept the recruitment, is it okay?"

Donner was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed, quickly changed into an amiable smile, and said loudly: "Yes, yes, just register." ”

With the first one, it will certainly take the lead, and then impress the inhabitants who are afraid and wavering.

Donner picked up the quill, spread out the animal skin paper, and asked with a smile: "I don't know what is the name, uncle!"

"Ofrah!"

"Age!"

"Forty years old!"

"What will happen? Those who have the skills will get more food as payment. Donner said with a smile.

Obra gritted his teeth and said, "I'm a stonemason who can build houses,"

Although Obra is a half-ass, he can't help but say that he is a stonemason when he thinks about the bottomed grain storage tank at home, in order to get more food.

Donner, after Obrah's age, wrote the occupation (stonemason), and said, "Congratulations, Mr. Obrah, you have been recruited by the Liberation Regiment, and you are now paid a bag of grain, and you will gather here again tomorrow." ”

Obra blinked, stunned, before he could start his work, he was paid for a bag of grain? Although this small bag is only enough for a family of three to feed for a day, it can be regarded as life-saving food for those who are short of food!

Donner motioned for the guard to take out a sack of burlap, scooped out a scoop of wheat flour, and handed it to Ofra, saying, "Mr. Obrah, remember, we will meet here tomorrow." ”

Obra nodded stunned and left the registry office in a dream.

Then he was surrounded by the residents who had been watching him from the bulletin office, and Ofra had not yet come to his senses, and in the face of the residents' chaotic inquiries, he did not know how to answer at all, but stupidly raised the food bag in his hand, broke free from the crowd and walked home.

"Is there really food?" someone exclaimed, and hurried towards the Donner registry......