"Lord Dasima, you have to press that switch before the steering wheel comes down, or you won't be able to turn this big guy weighing hundreds of kilograms. ”

Philip pointed to the pedal switch under the tractor and said to a young nobleman in his thirties, this guy actually relied on his youth and wanted to show his strength in a bunch of old men, so he was about to push and turn the tractor that did not put down the steering wheels.

Where Philip stood, the tractor had pushed countless ravines, and the nobles were still manipulating the tractor like children tinkering with new toys.

Philip is like a teacher, directing these noble lords who are usually high in the upper land, and from time to time he has to go out of the province to reprimand them.

The nobles, who usually have the most cheekiness and value the dignity of the nobility more than anything else, did not care at all about Philip's scolding, and pushed the tractor with a smile.

The big thing has been decided!

This is the phrase that comes to Philip's mind the most.

On the mines, workers' wages have doubled.

Bithynia, full of barren mountains, will grow grain that brings hope and a good harvest, and the Bithynians will no longer have to contribute all their small income to the high-priced grain brought in from other provinces.

Large-scale farmland reclamation will require large numbers of agricultural workers, and new jobs will be created in resource-depleted cities.

Everything is beautiful, just like the bright sun in the morning, not hot, just to bring people a warm good mood.

If you sit under the parasol, the three beauties who are leisurely drinking morning tea no longer have a straight face on themselves. That's even more perfect.

Walking under the parasol covering the entire small tea table, Philip poured three cups of black tea for Caroline, Colleen and Delia very diligently, and hurriedly said: "Black tea is good, nourishing yin and nourishing eyes, sweet and delicious, ladies love it the most!"

"Hmph!" Caroline snorted coldly, and took the tea handed by Philip with a frosty face, the princess of the empire still knew the general situation after all, and did not embarrass Philip in front of outsiders.

"Your Excellency, Special Envoy Xie Luxie. ”

Colleen has a formulaic face, and it seems that she only has a subordinate relationship with Philip. The rest has nothing to do with it. Even the man didn't react when he scratched her fingers slightly.

Delia showed a hint of joy at Philip's handing over the tea, but when she turned her head to look at Caroline and Colleen, her cute pretty face immediately turned red, and she couldn't say a word.

When did the elf princess also unite with those two women?

Philip thought helplessly.

What else is there that has beauty in front of you but can't be plucked more painful? God. Can you make this world a little more cruel?

A soldier in leather armor sped towards the crowd. He shouted loudly, "My lords. The miners of Beishan are rioting again!"

The corners of Philip's mouth twitched, and he wanted to punch himself in the face with a mouthful.

Could this be the legendary crow's mouth? Why do all the bad things have to be gathered together?

Just now, I have prepared a strategy to coax a woman, and I am ready to coax my fiancée and lover together. Someone warms the bed at night.

Shaking his head helplessly, Philip walked up to the soldier and asked, "What's the matter, don't worry, the sky can't fall." ”

The soldier gasped, wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked nervously at the nobles who gathered around, and said, "My lords, the miners of the Beishan Mine have rioted again!"

"Riot again?" Francis was so angry that his chest fell together, "Didn't I give them a salary increase, and they still have a gold coin income every month?"

"No, my lord, they are unhappy that the mine uses excavators and carts, and the miners are already wreaking havoc on both. ”

Francis looked at Philip uneasily, these two magical machines were provided by Philip, in other words, it was Philip's property that was destroyed, and he didn't know what would happen to the envoy if he suffered a loss of his own etiquette.

Philip's face was like ice and snow on the mountains, shivering with cold, and with a pursed mouth, Philip popped out a few words from between his teeth, "Inform the Guards, follow me to the mines!"

Far away, before Philip reached the residential area of the North Hill Mine, he heard a cacophony of noise, and the skyrocketing fire could be seen even in broad daylight.

The two or three storey tall mine trucks were placed in the open space at the entrance to the residential area, surrounded by stacks of firewood, and the fire burned on the mine trucks, the surface of which had become charred and blackened, and the glass on the windows of the driver's cab had already exploded, and the mine truck looked like a charred corpse burned at the stake.

As Philip stood at the door of the residential area, he felt a wave of heat rushing towards his face, and a fine layer of sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead.

"No excavators!"

"Burn the minecart!"

"We're going to work!"

......

The workers continued to storm the human wall surrounded by aristocratic private soldiers, and although the battle had not yet officially begun, the atmosphere was already very tense.

"What's going on?"

Francis, who had come with Philip, found the overseer who was commanding the private soldiers, and angrily reassured: "Did you withhold the wages of the workers?"

"No, my lord, you told me in advance, saying that now is a critical period, if anyone moves on the wages of the workers, they will sink them into the river with a sack, and the villain will not dare!"

"What's going on?"

"Those mud legs, no, the miners heard the news out of nowhere, saying that with excavators and ore trucks, there will be no need for so many workers, and more than ninety percent of the miners will be driven away, and they are afraid that they will not have jobs, so they will start making trouble again. ”

The miners were not entirely wrong to say this, and Philip and the nobles planned that the mines with ancient machinery would reduce the number of miners, but the miners who had been laid off would be treated as farmers who reclaimed the barren mountains, and they would still have a job.

In this situation, the miners seem to see the previous layer, but they don't know about Philip's follow-up plans, and it seems that they are afraid of the future.

"Your Excellency. I went to persuade them to tell us what we were telling the truth, and they understood it, and naturally they would not make trouble. ”

"No!" Philip vetoed, opening his mouth and shouting, "Attention all the guards!

Philip stepped forward with a cold face, turned on the switch of the frequency conversion magic system hidden in the palm of his hand, and the steel armor technique was activated, and the skin immediately turned into steel, and the whole person looked like steel casting.

A translucent magical shield rises. The scorching air was again cut off by Philip. The unbearable heat wave is no longer felt.

The Guards raised their unsheathed weapons and followed Philip with neat steps, training the Guards soldiers quickly, even if there was a sea of swords and fires in front of them, as long as their main commander advanced. They will follow.

Philip raised his right hand. Clench into a fist. With a loud shout, he smashed it to the ground, controlling the cold water-based magic energy in his body to carefully avoid the earth-based magic that formed the steel armor, and poured out from his right hand.

Long white magical energy resembles a long snake that swims. Pounce on the minecart being burned.

The raging flames soon dimmed, from the flames that soared into the sky to the dotted small flames, and then disappeared altogether at the closest.

Instead, a layer of white frost covered the cart, and the ice condensed with a crisp "click" sound, and the cart was like a set of white armor.

"Boom!"

The soldiers of the Guards stepped neatly, Philip's strength boosted their morale, the soldiers only recognized their fists, and whoever had the bigger fist admired them, Philip instantly extinguished the flames in the sky, and in the eyes of these soldiers, he was the person with the biggest fist here.

The miners were also frightened by Philip's move, a powerful magician is not something they can afford to provoke as low-level commoners, compared to the powerful and mysterious magicians who can be seen by the nobles, they are given the fear of the unknown, the unknown, and somehow it is equal to infinity.

Valker's face turned pale, whiter than the hoarfrost on the minecart, and he said to Philip, who was getting closer and closer, causing him endless pressure, "Special, envoy, what are you going to do here?"

Philip didn't answer him, and continued to approach with a gloomy expression, and just as Philip felt that he could smell the smell of sweat on Valk's body, the envoy suddenly stopped and raised his hand.

"Fence it off!"

The Guards moved, and the soldiers clutched their unsheathed swords in their hands, quickly forming a circle around the crowd, and looking at the miners huddled together with solemnity.

Wright, who was beside Scarman, held his hand tightly, for fear that the reckless Valker would be hot-headed and collide with Philip, which would bring disaster to the miners.

"What are you going to do, Walker! You want to raise your salary, and the nobles have directly given you half of it, and the skilled miners have risen more than that, what else do you want to do? Are you so dissatisfied? Could it be that you think that the nobles don't make money, and that people don't have to take back all the money they spent on buying tools and negotiating trade? Do you think that if you have paid for your labor, it is not labor for others to manage this mine?"

Valc was still a little unconvinced, although he did not talk back because Philip had saved him, but his eyes were unruly.

"Is there anything you can't say well, why do you have to use violence? Do you think that if you use violence, others will definitely agree to your demands? The first time, I can think that you are cornered, the second time, I will think that you are in a hurry to get a result, and now, for the third time, you riot again, and it is when your demand for a salary increase is met, is it unreasonable for you to do so?"

"Today, you can act recklessly, you can destroy other people's things when you are unhappy, and tomorrow, will you kill people, then, can I also understand, if someone is dissatisfied with you, you can also burn your house and kill your family?"

Philip's series of reprimands made Valk unable to raise his head, although he was very annoyed by the reprimand, but what Philip said made him vaguely feel right, in the end, Valk could only pull his head and listen to Philip's reprimand silently.

Seeing that the reckless man Walker stopped talking, Philip knew that his method of preempting people had succeeded, and waved his hand, Philip said: "Take your people away, I promise that today's matter will not be investigated." ”

As soon as Valker lowered his head, his expression was gloomy and he was ready to lead the miners back, Philip's righteous words did refute that he had nothing to say, he provoked trouble three times and twice, it seemed very unreasonable, and the simple miner suddenly had a huge guilt in his heart.

"Brother Valker, don't listen to that nobleman's nonsense, if we are all replaced by machines, how can we have gold coins to buy food for the children?"

A word suddenly popped up among the miners, followed by more voices.

"That guy is with the nobles!"

"Brother Valker, don't be fooled by him!"

"Brothers, we don't understand their big truths, I just know that we will have no job!"

......

It's like throwing a bottle of oil in a fire that has just been extinguished, and the flames are strung out of the ashes.

The miners were boiling again, brandishing their pickaxes and pitchforks, and yelling angrily at Philip, their foul breath and spittle threatening to shoot in the face of the envoy.

Not far away, Francis, who was watching all this, turned pale.

If no one among the miners deliberately provoked, he could cut off his head and kick it as a ball, obviously Philip subdued Valc, who was in the lead, but someone actually provoked the contradiction again, which is simply someone who wants to absenteeism and the nobles completely tear their faces.

Francis seems to have seen the bloody scene between the miners and the nobles' private soldiers, no, it's the whole of Bithynia, the riot here today will definitely be spread by the people behind the scenes, on every mine in Bithynia, the angry miners will definitely take up the weapons in their hands and kill the nobles in turn, and the whole of Bithynia will bleed!

Philip suddenly laughed, ignored the increasingly excited miners in front of him, and said loudly, "Egbot, have you all seen it?"

The miners were silent, Egbot had a high prestige among the group, and as soon as Philip mentioned his name, the miners couldn't help but look around, looking for the middle-aged man who had read the book.

However, after searching for a long time, they didn't seem to find out where Egbot was, and the most popular "big brother" among the miners didn't seem to have participated in their riot from the beginning.

"I was deceived by him, Big Brother Egbot is not there at all" A freckled young man said loudly, pointing at Philip with his hand and saying, "Let's go up together and kill that shameless nobleman!"

"Smack!"

The freckled young man was slapped heavily on the back of the head, and the whole person was planted in front of him.

Egbot's slightly tired voice sounded: "It's the last one, I can't imagine it's you, little Yuri." ”

A man in a heavy cloak lowered his hood, revealing Eggebot's face with a fine stubble.

"Love, big brother Egbot......" Yuri stammered as he looked at Egbot, looking so flustered that he couldn't even speak.

"Everyone!" Eggbot attracted the attention of all the miners as soon as he appeared, "There are people around you who have betrayed the interests of our miners for their own selfish desires, and they have sold us poor but good people to the devil from Mandal, and they want to instigate you to make trouble, and make you unforgivable rebels!"

With a "clang", someone immediately threw the iron pickaxe and pitchfork in his hand to the ground, like a hot potato.

PS: Thank you for the monthly pass of "Worms", thank you very much! (To be continued......)