Magic Industry Empire

“Crap! If you farm, it will be good to keep a family from hungry for a year. There is no need for a Copper Coin. But if you take the time to farm and do some other work, don’t say anything else. Just look for a Chamber of Commerce in the city to do something. You can get at least ten gold coins every month. You can get more than one hundred gold coins in one year! Even if you buy all the food for a year, you can still There are at least fifty gold coins left to buy something else. You said why don’t I go to farm?”

Sarkozy rolled his eyelids and looked dismissively at the opposite of the City Lord’s office officer who claimed to be from the City Lord’s office to investigate. The thought was that the office officer who followed the idiot City Lord must be an idiot.

Such obvious facts still need to run specifically to ask?

This is the most basic arithmetic problem. Even the old peasant who has never attended the book and is 60 years old this year can easily calculate it. He is wearing a uniform that looks very expensive. I don’t understand. Is it true that the officers of the City Lord House, like their idiot City Lord, have nothing but a straw in their heads?

Seeing the disdain on the opposite face of the old farmer, the Moya affairs officer was extremely unhappy.

If it was other time, he would not bother to talk to the old peasant who was born low-key, yellow-handed, and full of old man. If it wasn’t for the special command of Sir City Lord, how could he run Moxilan Village so remote and dirty? What do damn investigations in dirty, backward places?

Thinking of the seriousness of the Sir City Lord before leaving, Moya reluctantly suppressed the unhappiness in her heart and tried to maintain a friendly smile. She continued to ask Sarkozy: “But as long as there is farmland, at least you can guarantee your family.” It’s going to be hungry. However, if you go to the Chamber of Commerce, you may have a higher income in a month or two, but maybe you will lose the job and let you lose the income.

Moya didn’t ask this question. When she asked this question, Sarkozy suddenly glanced at her eyes and violently slammed the steel shackles in her hand to the ground. A slamming sound screamed and pointed at Moya’s nose. Directly open.

“You are still very embarrassed to ask this question? If it is not for the City Lord’s government to do any shit’s policy of promoting business, the Sander Chamber of Commerce will not move away from Bunta City, my son will not lose his mulberry Dear Chamber of Commerce is working! You know, his monthly salary at the Chamber of Commerce in Sandy is close to twenty gold coins! Because of you, he now not only lost the job, but also in town. Still can’t find another job! This is all yours!”

For the sudden outbreak of Sarkozy, Moya was unexpected. After a while, she reached for her face and felt that her face was sprayed with several spit stars by the old farmer, and her heart was disgusting.

It’s hard to push down the idea of ​​turning around and leaving, Moya deep took a deep breath, trying to calmly say: “This is Sandy Chamber of Commerce’s own decision, can’t you blame us on the City Lord?”

“Fart! If it wasn’t for your City Lord’s House to force the Fresh Flight Chamber of Commerce away, how could the Sander Chamber of Commerce go? Sander Chamber of Commerce doesn’t leave, how can my son lose his job? And you guys Out of this shit, the policy of suppressing the business, forced the Bunta City Chamber of Commerce, and now the work in Bunta City is several times less than before! It’s more than I blame you, ask Bunta City Other people inside, ask those who have come to our Bunta City to find a job from other cities, who don’t want to marry you?” Sarkozy blinked and asked geologistically.

Moya continued to take a few steps back, only to avoid the spit of the spit in Sarkozy’s mouth, and quickly retorted: “Sir City Lord launched this policy of suppressing agriculture and farmers for your ordinary farmers, why are you? Just don’t understand the pain of the Sir City Lord?”

“Good to us? Good fart!” Sarkozy loudly said with a sneer: “Good to us is to let us lose the good job of making big money? Let us run back and forth to plant that damn farmland? Let us only In order to ensure that you are not hungry, you are tired and tired. Is this good for us ordinary farmers? Don’t know anything when I don’t know anything! People’s newspapers in Kalmar City have said that Sir City Lord is just for his achievements. it is good!”

Moya complexion slightly changed, he did not think that Moxilan Village, an ordinary old farmer, would know what was said in the newspaper of Kalmar City, which is dozens of kilometers away, and could understand the word “political performance”. meaning.

After thinking about it, Moya continued to argue: “Is it not good for you to increase the grain output of Bunta City? Have you forgotten that you were still hungry in the past few years?”

“Short! It’s good to be hungry in the past few years, but when are we hungry in Bunta City in the past two years?” Sarkozy retorted: “Go back and tell Sir City Lord that our farmland in Bunta City has long been In the past two years, the National Tower Sir City Lord has been completely opened. Even if we all of us are rushed back to the field, there will be not much food, let him die this heart!”

When he heard that Sarkozy could say so straightforwardly about the most worrying issue of Sir City Lord, Moya finally understood that this seemingly ordinary old farmer in front of him was far more aware than he had imagined.

This is much stronger than the farmers who met in other cities in the Lanpali Kingdom.

Although for his investigation task, it is easier to get the answers needed from a person with some insights, but from Moya’s personal point of view, he still prefers to face those ignorant peasants.

Obviously, Sir City Lord thinks so.

If these ordinary farmers in Bunta City are as ignorant as the ordinary farmers in other cities in the Lanpali Kingdom, then the Sir City Lord does not need a headache to convince the farmers to return to the farmland to raise food in Bunta City. Work hard to produce.

I thought so, for the sake of Sir City Lord’s account, Moya still had to resist the anger and intolerance, saying to Sarkozy: “The plan made by Sir City Lord is very long-term, you may not understand now, but you must believe it. Sir City Lord, he is really good for you ordinary farmers. Just follow the arrangement of Sir City Lord, I dare say that you will not have to worry about hungry in the next two years, even if you don’t have to worry about hungry in the future. You always have to claim to support the Fresh Flight Chamber of Commerce, and the Fresh Flight Chamber of Commerce can’t change the food for you.”

“Get it.” Sarkozy gave a sneer. “You look down on the Fresh Flight Chamber of Commerce? Is it possible that you let the Sir City Lord order that Bunta City will not be allowed to use the Fresh Flight Chamber of Commerce in the future? If you have the ability to farm, you don’t need the Fresh Flight Chamber of Commerce. Those farmland Magic Power machines?”

Moyton’s words are stuffed.

Whether he or the Sir City Lord, even if he hates the Fresh Flight Chamber of Commerce, he has to admit that if you lose the support of the Farm Power Magic Power Machinery produced by the Fresh Flight Chamber of Commerce, don’t let Bunta City’s food The output has reached a new high, and it is simply impossible to solve the problem of reclamation of so many farms in Bunta City.

See Moya speechless, Sarkozy sneered: “I don’t understand the fart, but I ran to ask this, it was a waste of time. OK, I am still rushing to the Koror village to meet, no time to be here with you, goodbye.”

After all, Sarkozy slammed the shovel that had been squatting on his shoulders and turned around.

Moya stared blankly at Sarkozy’s back and left, thinking for a long time, and did not figure out how to leave this fairly knowledgeable old farmer to continue to ask.

After a while, Moya turned to look at the other Moxilan Village farmers who were watching the conversation between the two people. They wanted to continue the investigation. Who knows that the farmers saw his eyes and immediately revealed a look of evasiveness. As a bird and beast, only Moya is left alone in the middle of the road.

Moya looked at Moxilan Village not far away, and smiled, thinking that although only 16 farmers had been investigated until now, the voices of these 16 farmers were surprisingly consistent and they were all implemented against the Sir City Lord. The strong opposition of the policy of suppressing agriculture and promoting agriculture.

According to this result, the investigation has almost lost its meaning of continuing, because the results are already very clear.

But Moya is also very clear, if the results of this investigation are taken back to the Sir City Lord, it is inevitable that there will be a storm.

If it is normal, Sir City Lord will not care about the views and opinions of ordinary farmers.

But at this time, the first goal of the Sir City Lord is to further increase the food production of Bunta City, which proves that the policy is correct in the direction, and also proves that the views of the aristocrats represented by Sir City Lord are the same. correct.

With the help of the Farm Power Magic Machinery from the Fresh Flight Chamber of Commerce, the former City Lord Count Samo reinvented Bunta City’s farmland in the last two years, almost all of the potential of Bunta City’s farmland. clean.

The current City Lord Stark Earl wants to further increase food production on this basis, and it must be supported by farmers who have been farming for many years.

In particular, old farmers like Sarkozy, who are very old and have a lot of farming experience, are now more precious in the eyes of Sir City Lord.

So even if Moya was not happy, she didn’t show Sarkozy, but tried to convince Sarkozy.

However, Sarkozy is as stinky and hard as a stone in a toilet. He does not give Mo Yan a chance.

“Don’t you go back?” Moya smiled and thought for a while, and suddenly saw three peasants on the road ahead that were close to the clothes of Sarkozy.

His eyes swept across the face of the peasant in the middle, and Moya suddenly greeted him and hurried up. (To be continued.)