Xilan Empire, Tiandu Imperial Palace.

The mood of the witch pack is a little boring these days.

The alliance opened its mouth in the cease-fire negotiations, demanding that the empire withdraw the governor of the port of Golden Gallen and a number of aristocratic bureaucrats appointed by the Tiandu side.

Not only that, but they also demanded that control of the port of Golden Gallen be handed over to local survivors after the ceasefire came into effect, until the risk of predators in the area was completely removed.

To be honest, he could make appropriate concessions on tariffs and indemnities, but he couldn't agree to these two items alone.

Especially the latter.

It was even more uncomfortable for him than the Coalition had taken the land out of his territory.

After all, this means that for the first time in the territory of the Xilan Empire, there will be a land where the royal authority cannot shine, which will not only shake the authority of the imperial family, but even the legitimacy of his rule will be questioned by the nobility and the burghers.

Wu Tuo can now only hope that the embargo imposed on the entire port of Golden Gallen by 300,000 troops on the border will crush the fragile economy of the settlement.

If it becomes a scorched earth of famine, plague, and death, perhaps the Coalition will discard that tasteless piece of chicken ribs.

He listened to the people on the front.

The Coalition is paying out of their own pockets, shipwat by boatload of corn purchased from Silver Moon Bay, to the port of Goldgallen.

If this trend continues, the red soil of the suburbs of Port Goldgallen and the purse of the alliance will always be the first to be hollowed out.

took a bite of the grapes that the beauty brought to her lips, and just as the witch squinted her eyes and was about to take a nap, hurried footsteps came from outside the hall.

A deacon stepped into the basilica and knelt down the steps.

"Your Majesty, Captain Huyevan has arrived."

The witch who was lying on the beauty's lap sat up in surprise, pushed away the beauty and fruit bowl that surrounded him, and stepped forward with a trembling beard.

"He's coming to Tiandu?"

The deacon, who was kneeling at the foot of the stairs, looked slightly embarrassed, but said hurriedly.

"For the time being...... Not yet, after he disembarked at Xifan Port, he summoned the nobles in the vicinity of Xifan City. ”

Wu Dao was slightly stunned, and faintly felt that something was wrong in his heart, but he still showed a relieved smile on his face.

"Yes, a practical guy."

The deacon's forehead was pressed to the ground, and his face was bitter, but he did not dare to say more.

No one in the entire court knew that the Willant was His Majesty's guest, how dare anyone say a word about the Willant's badness.

Especially in recent days, the negotiations between the Duke of Galava and the alliance are at a critical juncture, and His Majesty needs the strength of the legion to deter the alliance and the enterprises standing behind the alliance, that is, the officers of Willante slapped the Japanese people on the street, and slept with the girl of a nobleman, which is also applauding the immortal friendship between the legion and the empire.

"What about General McLaen?" Witch asked.

The deacon whispered.

"He took a car to Xifan Port yesterday."

Wu Tuo frowned.

"Aaron is always here, isn't he?"

The deacon said sweatingly.

“…… He went with General McLaen. ”

The witch was silent, paused for a long time in front of the bench, frowned as if in thought, and after a moment sat back with his brow furrowed.

"Send me a telegram saying that General Earno is bothered with the affairs of my empire. In addition, a week later, there was a selection and assessment of the palace generals, and I heard that the general was very interested in the war games of my empire, and if the general happened to be not busy, he could come to my court to observe. ”

That's probably what it means.

As for the specific wording in the telegram, the people below will naturally figure it out.

Seeing that His Majesty did not anger him, the deacon finally breathed a sigh of relief and grabbed the tunnel with his head.

"Yes!"

……

At the same time, in front of the wharf of Xifan Harbor, a number of specially decorated horse-drawn carriages crowded on the dirt road, which was not spacious.

A group of people dressed in rich costumes stood in the open space in front of the dock, looking slightly uneasily at the tall group of Willant soldiers around them.

I don't know what kind of ecstasy these big noses poured into their majesty, but they actually let your majesty directly assign Xifan Port to the legion with a wave of his hand, and warned the nobles of the entire Narsit state to do their best to cooperate with all the requirements of the legion, otherwise it would be tantamount to betraying the empire.

Although it was still nominally His Majesty's domain, it had in fact become the domain of the Willants, who not only drove out the old governor, but even sent a new "governor" here.

Huye, who stood at the bow of the ship, looked down at the ants on the docks, and his contemptuous eyes were not so much contemptuous as mocking, but rather that he did not see them as human beings.

A bunch of fellows who didn't even care about their own countrymen didn't deserve the respect of the Willantes, and even if they were dressed in brocade, they were just a few dogs in front of the herd.

Not letting go of this opportunity to show off his might, he cleared his throat, raised his voice, and shouted loudly.

"Listen, whoever you were loyal to before, now I am the one who rides above your heads, and I am your master, and the rules here must be as I say. If there is an objection, it is best to raise it as soon as possible, so as not to waste all of our time. ”

Looking at the crowd of people who were in a commotion and with an incredulous look on their faces, Huye waited quietly for half a minute, and when he saw that no one spoke, he continued.

"I want you to pick a group of people from your estate who can do the work for me...... So let it be that every slave household should have at least one male. ”

As soon as the words fell, the crowd on the dock was in an uproar, and the nobles who didn't dare to let go of a fart before were now excited like dogs with their tails trampled.

Huya wondered if he had gone too far, and Aaron, who was standing nearby, coughed lightly.

"General, the slaves here don't have families."

Hu Ye was stunned and looked at him in surprise.

"What do you mean?"

Aaron said patiently.

Literally, you can interpret them as a kind of weed that grows out of red soil, and there is no concept of kinship in plants...... Even if those weeds knew in their own hearts who their father and mother were, the nobles who raised them would not ask too much. ”

"So how do they know who gave birth to whom?" Huye couldn't help but ask, "They have to count how many of them there are, right?" ”

"It's all born by my mother, what does it matter who gave birth to it?" Aaron shrugged, "Every year they count the heads, maybe two or three years, and as long as the number of people doing the work doesn't change much, no one cares." If there are too many people, they will sell a little to save money, and as for less...... That doesn't seem to have happened yet. ”

Huye pinched his eyebrows, as if he was having a headache about the unexpected situation.

McLaen, on the other hand, looked at the guy with his arms crossed and looked at him with interest, wondering what the civil servants would do with it.

In the Falcon Kingdom, General Klaas abolished his own slaves and established a military aristocracy for the locals, encouraging them to go to the outside world to plunder land and slaves. General Griffin, on the other hand, used the freedmen freed by the former to build a set of legion-style industrial centers for the locals, ensuring the logistics of the expeditionary force in the Far East.

It takes a strong military and executive force to get these things done, and the civil officials of Triumph City happen to be a bunch of "weak and incompetent" guys.

Sure enough, the governor thought for a moment, and finally came up with a compromise plan, cleared his throat and yelled at the group of native nobles.

"Quiet!"

The loudspeaker burst into silence, and the crowd on the dock fell silent.

After a pause, Huye slowly spoke.

"Your management method is too inefficient, so let's do it another way...... You regularly provide me with slaves, and we pay you per head, and we pay you 50 dinars for a month's work of each head. ”

As soon as his words fell, the atmosphere in the harbor boiled instantly.

The faces that were originally panicked and uneasy were suddenly full of joy, as if they wanted to take out all the money in their pockets immediately.

"No problem, sir!"

"I, I have more than a thousand heads in my house! I can move them over tomorrow! ”

"Is it that everyone gives so much? Or is it just men? ”

50 a month, 600 dinars for a year!

In the Xilan Empire, even the smallest nobles have hundreds of people in their hands, and some big nobles even have tens of thousands of people in their estates and plantations!

The four seasons of the year are not always busy with farming, and most of those people are idle on the land when they are not working.

At this time, if they are driven into the factory of the Willants, they can at least earn tens of thousands or even millions of extra money a year!

That's even higher than the output of their plantations!

Some have even begun to wonder how to make the tenants who rent land slaves by raising land rents or other means.

Or find a way to get them to sell their son and daughter.

"Quiet! Be quiet! Hu Ye roared twice in a row to silence the chirping crows, and then opened his voice and continued to shout, "When we need to recruit people, we will post the recruitment requirements here, and if we don't want to miss it, we will arrange for your servants to keep an eye on them." Now, go back and count how many people you have in your family, how old they are, whether they are men or women, I don't want to wait for a bunch of old men on crutches to arrive! ”

With that said, Huye had his soldiers blast away the nobles who were stuck in the docks, and at the same time had them go and arrange for the laborers that His Majesty had allocated to them.

In fact, if you only produce some light industrial products that Triumph City needs, you don't need to mobilize the slaves on the plantations, just the guys who live in these shacks in Xifan Harbor are enough.

However, for the future of this "treaty port", Huye has his own plans and arrangements in mind.

He is not only satisfied with making a small amount of money by exporting clothes and canned food, but also helps the civilian clique behind him and the people of Triumph City to earn more.

Without military power, they can only use this way to increase their influence in the legion.

“…… The Coalition produces steel and cement at Golden Gallen Harbor, and we're going to produce those things, and more than they do. ”

McLaren asked casually.

"What for?"

Huye said with a smile.

"Mining and building roads, there is always a useful place, and if you can't use it up, you can sell it to the emperor here."

McClen shrugged his shoulders noncommittally, he didn't know how to do business, but he always felt that the emperor who lived in the "Flying Palace" should not be needed.

Aaron coughed lightly and reminded.

"Dear General, I have to warn you that Mr. Wu Tuo is only interested in guns, and we just need to sell them some guns."

What he said was actually very subtle.

The steel and cement needed to build a factory in the port of Xifan could be shipped from the ports on the west coast of the Middle-earth continent, just like the production equipment.

If a steel mill and a cement plant are built here, there is a high probability that the steel and cement produced will be unsalable. The locals already have enough huts that there is no need to replace them with steel and cement until the docile animals complain.

It is clear, however, that Governor Huye had his own ideas.

"How much money can you make from guns? Besides, they are about to cease fire with the Alliance, and the arms trade cannot be carried out for long. ”

Aaron made a helpless look and gave up convincing the guy.

Anyway, their labor cost is close to none, and the production of those things is a waste of resources at most, and it is unlikely that they will lose money.

McLaen picked up the topic and asked.

"There's just one thing I don't understand...... No offense, since you don't have the ability to grab it directly, why don't you just buy those slaves? ”

Huye smiled.

"That's too inefficient, and wouldn't we be our own slaves if we bought it? 8 square meters, three meals a day, healthy to live to the age of 50...... I even have to provide for this group of inferior people! It's better to let the nobles here clean them up, and 50 dinars a month will be regarded as a management fee. ”

If he doesn't work well, he will return the person, and when he sees the fate of the person who is returned, the other slaves will naturally work hard!

McLaren looked at the guy in surprise.

Of course, he would not be unaware of the "eight-square-meter" law formulated by the marshal himself.

But someone was actually executing that thing outside of Triumph City?

Not caring about the surprise on McLen's face, Huye smiled and continued.

"Of course, in addition to relying on the nobles to run over them, I will provide them with a little bit of struggling to live, and encourage them to work harder while being industrious, such as giving them a bonus every month to put in their accounts, and when they have collected enough thousand dinars, I will use this money to redeem them."

After two years of hard work, he is considered a journeyman, and it is not suitable to put it back on the plantation.

Aaron, however, shook his head and said.

"Slaves who earn 600 dinars a year, and those nobles won't sell them to you for 1,000 dinars."

"Then put it in the contract, or give them a little more," said Huyer nonchalantly, "it's not a negotiation, it's an order." ”

"What about after the redemption?" McLaan looked at him and continued, "They're free people, and there's no nobleman to take care of them for you. ”

"Freedmen who have passed the vocational screening and have no land," Huyer corrected his inaccuracies, and continued with an unchanged smile, "you think I gave them freedom?" There is no such good thing, they just go from one cage to another. ”

"There is no place for them to screw on the plantation, and they will only be more inseparable from us when they have nowhere to go, and they can only work harder than the slaves...... And we just need to give them a small salary to survive. ”

It was only this time that Aaron's face showed a thoughtful expression, and he finally understood why the big men of Triumph City had sent this gentleman here.

McClan looked at the guy in equal amazement, literally changing the initial stereotype about him.

This guy is a talent.

Just as McLaen was surprised, the Governor suddenly turned around, walked up to him with a smile on his face, and patted him on the arm.

"General McClen, you're the only officer here who has graduated from the Orthodox Military Academy, unlike those of us who have a rank but haven't been to battle, and most importantly, you've fought against the Alliance...... No offense, I know there were some minor surprises in that fight, but that's not your problem. ”

McLene's brow twitched unconsciously, and he squeezed out a sentence with a calm face.

"Any questions?"

Seeing the change in his expression, Hu Ye hurriedly explained with a smile.

"Nope! You're exactly what we need at the moment, and I'd like to ask you to help our friends train some officers who are a little bit like that, you know...... We are complete laymen in this regard, and our friends are just learning to shoot. ”

Hearing this humble statement, McClen finally stretched his brows a little, but he still couldn't help but laugh.

"You finally remember what I was up for?"

He had been bored here for almost two months, and he had been watching the pigs play in the sand in the palace all day, and it was better to learn how to swim if he had this time.

But it was too late to think of him after losing the battle.

Hearing this, Hu Ye was slightly stunned, and then said with a smile.

"You...... Something may have been misunderstood, General Mackellen, we never neglected you, you have always been the most important link in our plans. In fact, from the moment you stand on this land, you are already playing a rather important role. And I am standing here thanks to you...... I also have to thank you for that. ”

As he spoke, the pompous man put his right hand to his chest and bowed slightly.

McLaen looked stunned, and suddenly had a feeling of being kept in the dark, and hurriedly looked at Aaron, the adjutant beside him.

However, he saw that the latter nodded slightly.

"As Mr. Governor said...... If we don't show intimacy with the Empire, they won't 'be 'happy' to 'teach' the alliance in order to curry favor with us. ”

After a pause, Aaron continued.

"As for the defeat of the Gray Wolf Army, it was completely unexpected, but the speed of their rout was indeed a bit beyond our expectations...... We didn't expect that Wu Da would be stupid enough to send a prince to the front line to supervise the battle, and we didn't expect that the prince directly snatched the command of General Alayan, resulting in more than 10,000 people being captured. ”

"But it doesn't make a difference," said Governor Huyer, smiling at Aaron's words, "I still got what we wanted." ”

McClen narrowed his eyes and stared at the gang of guys who had taken advantage of him, and there was a flash of light in his heart, but he wanted to lose his temper but couldn't find a reason to lose his temper.

As they say, the end result is good.

In the interests of the legion, they devised a strategy that achieved the desired result at a very small cost......

I should be happy about it.

However, at the moment he could not be happy.

“…… No wonder Captain Salen doesn't like you. McClampie snorted through his nose without smiling.

With a nerve-wracking expression on his face, Hu Ye said with a slight regret.

"Really? But I am still grateful to him for carving out a vast territory for our legions, and for planting our banner in the province of Luoxia, east of the Great Desert...... If you have the chance, please convey my respect to him on my behalf. ”

"I will," McLaren said after a meaningful glance at Huyer, pausing to continue, "besides, I hope this is the last time. ”

Looking at McClen, who turned around and walked towards the cabin, Huye nodded happily in agreement.

"I promise you."

……

On the other side, the distant port of Golden Gallen.

It took a full month, and under the supervision of Sheriff Bihari, the police station of the entire settlement finally completed the registration of the identity information of all residents in the area.

And the result of the final registration also surprised Fang Chang.

If you include the newborns who have not yet learned to speak and those who are lying half-dead on the bed boards, the actual population of this settlement is a staggering 1.7 million!

He was surprised when he heard that there were a million people living here, but he didn't expect that the actual population here was only a lot more than the word of mouth!

"I thought that there would be 900,000 people in this settlement with no industrial foundation at all, but I didn't expect the actual population to be nearly 70% higher than estimate......"

Pinching his somewhat sour eyebrows, Fang Chang stared at the dusty construction site outside the window, muttering to himself.

"Is it red clay?"

He suddenly thought of Ms. Han's research.

When studying the ecology of civilization in the various settlements in the wasteland, the technology left behind by the Age of Prosperity is undoubtedly a variable that cannot be ignored.

For example, although Baiyue Province is vast and sparsely populated, and there seems to be nothing left from the era of prosperity, there is "ecological pollution" of singularity-level technology there, which makes it almost impossible to carry out industrialization at low cost, and the survivors are forced to migrate to the sea.

In Borneo, although red clay is not a particularly clever technology, and its birth is also very accidental, but it is actually the "easiest to ignore, but the most impossible to ignore" variable in this land!

It's like a natural balm.

Although it is not as nutritious as the nutritional paste developed by Boulder City, it can be eaten 365 meals a year, but even if this thing can replace 50% of the food source, it will have a non-negligible impact on the local ecosystem and social form.

Many of the survivors who could not have survived elsewhere in the wasteland not only survived in this land, but also quickly eliminated the first survivors who could not adapt to the wasteland era with incredible environmental adaptability, and established a unique survivor civilization ecology in the local area.

And the red clay that was born in Camp Lowell was both a blessing and a curse left to them by their ancestors......

At this time, there was a soft knock at the door.

Putting the research report in his hand into the drawer, Fang Chang looked at the door and cleared his throat and said.

"Please come in."

The door opened, and a young man hurriedly walked in from outside the office with a thick stack of papers.

He has a thin figure, prominent cheekbones, and deep bags under his eyes, but those bright eyes are bright and energetic.

His name was Yodhu, and he was one of the two hundred new civil servants recruited at the town hall and one of the few snake people who passed the literacy test.

According to his own account, he used to work as a casual laborer in the port, and learned some words because he often dealt with the merchants and sailors of Silvermoon Bay, helping them run errands and lead the way.

Literate snake people are rare, especially self-taught guys, and the Governor immediately transferred this young man from the city hall to the governor's office as the governor's secretary as a key talent training.

And this guy didn't live up to his expectations, he was not only diligent but also careful, whether it was Lassi's side or Bihari's side, he communicated quite well.

Fang Chang also discovered it recently.

These guys, who were originally bound to the lowest level of society by "factors other than talent", have radiated a passion for life and work after liberation, far beyond those who had a good life during the Governor of Nehak.

“…… Dear Sir, the household registration statistics have been almost completed, including in the port area and in various urban districts with complex situations. I've already put together the information for you, and I'm afraid it will take some time to complete the creation of a separate file for each resident. ”

"And as far as my personal observation is concerned, all the security bureaus, except for the port branches, are extremely unfamiliar with the business in their respective jurisdictions. While this is not their problem at all, there are inevitably gaps in the counting of slum survivors, and a second screening may be required before they can be filed. ”

Looking at the stack of papers piled on the desk, Fang Chang nodded approvingly.

"Good job, I understand the situation, but it's enough to do this for the time being. After that, I will have Sheriff Bihari make an identity document based on these rosters...... By the way, why don't you inform him for me. ”

"I'm happy to serve you, sir." Yodu bowed slightly, paused for a moment, and then continued, "Also, I have already sent someone to inquire about the displaced people along the Yongliu River that you mentioned earlier. According to the displaced people's own accounts, they were originally inhabitants of the upper reaches of the Yongliu River, and the Imperial army drove them out of their villages and violently robbed them of their food and livestock. ”

Fang Chang frowned slightly.

"Where are they living in the ceasefire line?"

"On the other side of the Empire, outside of our de facto control," Yodhu said with a serious expression, "if we allow them to flood into the port, I am afraid that it will cause a shock to the order that we have so managed to stabilize, but if we leave it alone, it is not a way after all, unless we completely close the shadow port of the Yongliu River, there will always be a way for those people to swim over." ”

Fang Chang looked at him with interest.

His instincts told him that the guy already had an idea.

"And what do you suggest?"

As he expected, Jodhu continued with a respectful expression on his desk.

"I've consulted with the people at City Hall, and they've agreed to set aside some of the budget to build a shelter next to the prisoner of war camp on the outskirts of the city to provide temporary shelter for displaced people who have fled from the Empire to the port of Kinggallen, but this will require your approval."

As if worried that Fang Chang would not agree, Yodu hurriedly continued.

"The threat of famine in the port of Golden Gallen is over, and we only need to pay some food that is not too expensive, so that they can stay outside the settlement, wait for us to settle in, and help us with some road and bridge construction...... In fact, it is not a bad thing to contain those homeless people, and the Yongliu River has helped us eliminate some of them, and they are all strong young men who can swim to the port of Golden Gallen. ”

"And when the ceasefire comes into effect, we can directly merge the prisoner of war camps into a part of the camp, merge the two into a new urban area, and gradually absorb this part of the population by expanding from the settlement to the suburbs."

Fang Chang looked at the young man standing at the desk with a little surprise, or more accurately, his heart was full of surprise.

It's like drawing an SSSR card.

Boy.

It's okay.

It's not hard to come up with an idea, but it takes a bit of brains to think about what to do first and what to do next.

And being able to arrange things in an orderly manner and simplify the work that the leader needs to do to the extent that he only needs to sign by hand makes this guy a secretary.

But surprises are surprises, and whether you really have the ability depends on how things go.

Without showing the thoughts in his heart on his face, Fang Chang just nodded briefly.

"I'm very satisfied with your plan, so I'll do what you say, and I'll say hello to the city hall and the militia group, so that they can cooperate with your work within the scope of their ability."

Jodu was overjoyed when he heard this, and nodded in understanding.

"Leave it to me, sir, and I won't let you down."

Hearing the half-sentence of "cooperate within the scope of his ability", he already had a rough idea of what to do about this matter.

Just as he was about to bow away, he suddenly remembered something, and paused again and said.

"By the way, there's one more thing, although you may have heard of it, but just in case, I think I should report it to you......"

Fang Chang leaned back in his chair and took a sip of the teacup on the table.

"You say."

"As for the port of Saifan on the west coast of Borneo," Jodhu continued cautiously, after a moment of careful consideration, "I have heard rumours from the port that the Legion had sent a governor there a few days ago, and it is estimated that it should have arrived these days. Maybe it's not something I should be concerned about, but for now...... It seems that the Legion intends to intervene in the situation in Borneo, which may have an unknown impact on our ceasefire negotiations with the Empire. ”

Governor of the Legion?

Fang Chang frowned slightly, but quickly stretched his brows again and said softly.

"Mr. Yodhu, you are my secretary and a survivor of this settlement. As long as it's about the safety and vital interests of local survivors, I don't think there's anything you shouldn't care about. ”

"You are right, sir."

Looking at Yodu who lowered his head, Fang Chang nodded slightly.

"I already understand the situation, you go and do the task I gave you first."

He had indeed heard about the Legion, and he even asked Captain Chen to drive the Dolphin nuclear submarine over to take a look.

Only a few industrial equipment were landed, and a small number of Willant infantry and officers, which, while alarming, did not deserve their undue attention.

With the "Bonding Nation" negotiations taking place in Dawning City, it is unlikely that the Legion will clash directly with the Alliance, and at most the Willantes will help the Empire train two more Gray Wolf Army.

In contrast, it is the growing warlord power on the border that deserves his attention.

"Yes."

Jordu bowed his head respectfully, turned and left the office, closing the door with his hand.

Fang Chang glanced at the time in the upper right corner of the VM, and it was only less than ten minutes from the time he entered the door to the time he left. In these ten minutes, he not only finished the work of the report, but also came up with a set of solutions to the problem for himself.

You can see that he is very well prepared.

I am very comfortable with such a person, and I may be able to unload my job as "acting governor" of the Golden Gallen Port sooner than expected.

“…… It doesn't seem that there are no people available here, but it will take some time to find them. ”

His eyes fell on the dusty construction site outside the office window, looking at the busy laborers and the foreman who led them to work, and the corners of Fang Chang's mouth couldn't help but curl up with a faint smile.

In fact, the situation here is not as bad as they thought when they first arrived.

The curse that Red Earth brings to local survivors is not exactly a debuff.

Although the "obedient" and even "obedient" traits have made these people natural slaves, so that a pig can be carved into a totem and held above their heads as a god, they are not completely devoid of the opportunity to end their wasteland.

It's like the people outside the window who are sweating and rebuilding their homes.

If someone is willing to show them a more reliable path than reincarnating in the emperor's family, they are also willing to move forward.

And if someone is willing to drag them, or push them to take two steps forward, they may run faster than Boss Xia in Boulder City when they open the door to the new world.

Just like the Moon Clan girls who are building a new home in the Baiyue Strait, their performance after coming ashore is the best example.

Their extraordinary endurance to the environment has allowed them to survive a desperate situation that ordinary people can hardly bear, and the characteristics of 100 obedience are hard-working and hard-working.

Born slaves are a false proposition, and no slave has ever been born.

And thinking of the thighs on the beach of the Baiyue Strait - oh no, girls, Fang Chang suddenly realized that this "self-defense counterattack" has been fought for almost two months.

"Time flies so fast......" he couldn't help but sigh.

In two days, the freshwater pipeline in the southern sea will be completed......

(End of chapter)