Chapter 50: Arnus City in the Eyes of the Aboriginals (Part 1)
PS: After reading the comments on the forum, they are all about how to hack science fiction. As for the name of the protagonist of the next book, no one seems to care at all.
How about calling him Wang Qiu, a nickname for Qiuqiu. It feels like the name Wang Qiu has become one of my favorite brands.
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Fantasy world, Falmat continent, Arnus hill
Today's Arnus Hill can no longer be seen as a desolate hillock, but is completely wrapped in a huge city. Around the city, the brine marshes that were once soaked by seawater have been developed into acres of cultivated land, orchards, nurseries and pastures, as well as dotted artificial lakes, presenting an idyllic scene. Roads and paths pass through it, and the former valleys and mountain valleys have been bridged. Clear snow water from the distant mountains flows along the irrigation ditches and flows into the fields and reservoirs.
As for the streetscape in the city, apart from the lack of skyscrapers, it is also quite modern. If you don't take into account the two exaggerated city walls on the outside of "Arnus City" that seem to have been moved from "Attack on Titan", then it is probably equivalent to the level of a prosperous county town in a developed coastal province in China.
However, the population living in this city is still surprisingly small. In addition to more than 10,000 garrison troops and more than 3,000 state employees, there are less than 1,000 strictly vetted volunteers who are allowed to live on the outer city wall between the two city walls and engage in some service work. Occasionally, there will be a specially approved team of reporters who come to visit and report on the other world on this side of the "gate", but they are all on the same day and are not allowed to stay overnight.
However, outside the current city walls of Arnus City, it has gradually begun to become somewhat popular and even bustling...
"...Ding dong! Good morning! It's seven o'clock sharp local time in Arnus! A new day has begun again! It's time for hardworking people to get up! I am the announcer on duty today, the cute little dog Bo Li! Next is today's morning song, "Perfume Lily" from another world..."
Following the sweet call of a certain dog-eared girl, the demihuman refugees in the No. 3 Purification Camp at the foot of the suburban mountain also opened their sleepy eyes and stumbled out of bed. Then, while listening to the cheerful music coming from the loudspeaker outside the door, I started to get dressed and wash up - all refugees have their appearance checked twice a day, morning and evening, and those who fail will be severely punished. Even races such as pig-headed people who were used to being sloppy in the past have been taught by outsiders to clean themselves up using various methods such as sticks, whips, electric shocks, and starvation.
However, Misali, a former red-brand prostitute on the black streets of the Imperial City, who was born from the Winged Human Race, was already ready to face the new day before that - as the saying goes, "the early bird catches the worm." Although the Winged Humans do not eat bugs, they still retain the bird's habit of getting up early. She had already woken up on the roof of the barracks when it was getting dark, and now she had finished combing her beautiful wavy blond hair and the snow-white wings on her back.
Well, the habit of building nests in high places to sleep is also the traditional custom of races such as the winged humans and harpies. When she made a living by selling jokes in the dark streets of the imperial capital, Misali always found a big tree to build a small nest on. Even if they can't find a suitable big tree, they will try their best to sleep on the roof. According to their words: "If there is something blocking the sky above your head, you will feel very uncomfortable and it will be difficult to sleep."
Such racial eccentricities made the administrator of Purification Camp No. 3 scratch their heads at first. Fortunately, the refugee dormitories in the purification camp were all flat-roofed board houses. How many "birds" could sleep on the roof was still a problem. Not too big. And when it rains, they will also move inside...
All in all, while most of the demihuman refugees in this purification camp are busy taking care of their hair, furs and clothes to prevent them from being randomly inspected by the administrator later, Mishali can still continue to lie there. On the roof, enjoy the fresh mountain breeze in the morning and a moment of leisure.
However, when the morning music played on the loudspeaker gradually ended and the aroma of food began to waft out of the huge shed that served as the canteen in the center of the purification camp, Misali had no choice but to jump down from the small den on the roof and pick up the meal that had been issued to her. Plastic bowls, queue up to get today’s breakfast.
Just like the previous few days, the breakfast provided in Purification Camp No. 3 today was still biscuits and hot soup: at the beginning, the relevant departments also provided bread as a staple food to the demihuman refugees. However, with more than 30,000 subhuman refugees, plus the nearby mountain people who were previously accommodated, the amount of bread consumed every day is a huge amount, and transportation and storage are really troublesome. So in order to save trouble, I simply replaced the staple food with soda biscuits that are smaller in size and easier to transport and preserve. In the eyes of some people, it is humanitarian to not let them eat expired compressed biscuits.
The main content of the hot soup has been downgraded from vegetables and fresh meat at the beginning to dehydrated dried vegetables and aged canned meat in the strategic reserve warehouse. Because the canned meat contains oil and salt, there is no need for condiments at all. To prepare, just ask the indigenous cooks recruited from the refugees from Gota Village to pour the prescribed portion of dehydrated dried vegetables and canned meat into the large pot, and then boil the water in the pot.
By modern Chinese standards, such a meal of biscuits and stewed soup is naturally comparable to pig food. As long as it is served for three consecutive days, it will definitely trigger a mutiny. But for the indigenous people of the Falmat continent, especially the demihuman refugees who are at the bottom of the alien society, it is already a festive feast food - at least it is better than the ones they usually eat that are mixed with sawdust and gravel. black bread, and bacon that is harder than wood.
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Nowadays, the demihuman refugees in this No. 3 purification camp can already line up in a long queue in front of the steaming soup pot in a very orderly manner. But in the beginning, they could break their heads for a bowl of hot soup, and now their obedience is achieved entirely by beating them with sticks.
——Similar to the development of modern personal hygiene habits, in order to help the indigenous residents of Falmat with lax sense of discipline to develop the rules of queuing as quickly as possible, the only method that the relevant departments can come up with at present is The stick educates. The former Gota Village refugee who is now working for the Arnus City Government as a guard at the demihuman purification camp was beaten severely by the prison guards temporarily seconded by the relevant departments just for three meals a day and free clothing and shelter. . Now it was their turn to use sticks to teach the newcomers how to obey the rules. Naturally, they were all gearing up and extremely fierce, waving the hard rubber sticks loudly, and from time to time they would catch someone who had forgotten the rules and jumped in line. A good beating.
However, even if they were beaten with sticks by the guards and rolled on the ground, these demihuman refugees just endured silently. In fact, they had already experienced torture and pain that was more unbearable than a few blows with a stick when they lived in the purification camp - first, their luggage and clothes were collected and steamed and sterilized at high temperature, and then they were divided into men and women. The group was herded into an astonishingly large bathhouse. Each was given a piece of sulfur soap and a brush, and ordered to wash their entire bodies. If they were not washed clean enough, they were not allowed to come out. As a result, many unlucky werewolves and cat people were washed and lost their hair.
What followed was another extremely humiliating medical examination, which included everything from blood tests and urine tests to X-rays, probably missing a gastroscopy. Some of the orcs who had not lost their hair after being washed had their hair shaved off to facilitate the application of medicine because they were diagnosed with skin diseases. Finally, each refugee was given an identity tag to hang around his or her neck with a rope, and was told that he had to rely on the tag to eat in the camp. If he lost the tag, he would be severely fined.
After finally getting through this ordeal, I got back my luggage that had been sent for centralized disinfection and sterilization, received plastic cups and bowls for eating and drinking, as well as towels, toothpaste and toothbrushes, and had another meal of delicious white bread and Hot meat and vegetable soup to calm the panic - at that time, the relevant departments had not changed the staple food from bread to biscuits. Immediately afterwards, there were several fierce aunts - all indigenous residents who had taken refuge with the aliens earlier, explaining various rules to the new demihuman refugees: they were not allowed to leave the camp without permission, and they were not allowed to climb over the barbed wire fence. When visiting other purification camps, cups, bowls, toothbrushes and other items can only be used by yourself and cannot be exchanged. All personal belongings must be placed on the shelves in an orderly manner. Spitting and urination are not allowed. You are not allowed to leave the barracks at night. Even if you go out to use the toilet, you must get a "pass card" from the sentry at the door before you can go out...a lot The unheard-of and cumbersome rules made these demihuman refugees who were used to being free and loose roll their eyes for a moment, almost wanting to shout that they couldn't bear it.
However, people under the roof have to bow their heads. Since they expect to eat free food from outsiders, no matter how cumbersome the rules are, the demihuman refugees have no other choice but to accept and endure - those who are truly unruly and unruly. Violent elements usually do not still live among refugees. Therefore, the refugees finally chose to publicly swear obedience, expressing their willingness to obey all the instructions of the outsiders.
Seeing a girl with cat ears scolded and cried by the fat lady in charge of the cafeteria because she lost her identity card, Misali, who was queuing up with an empty bowl, couldn't help but sigh slightly, "...Oh, I want to It’s really not easy to eat Chinese food!”
——At first, these demihuman refugees called these strange human soldiers "men in green" based on the color of their clothes. Later, after hearing about their origins, they changed their name to "people from other worlds". It wasn't until they entered the purification camp and received a simple and crude education that these demihuman refugees finally vaguely understood a little bit of common sense about the other world, and finally learned to call them "Chinese."
However, although it is not easy to eat Chinese food, no matter how troublesome it is, it is much better than no food. Compared to the daily gruel provided by the imperial government, most demihuman refugees would rather work hard to abide by the cumbersome rules and then enjoy the rich food provided by the Chinese. Moreover, the Chinese who came from another world not only provided them with three square meals a day, but also gave them free clothes and arranged good houses to live in - those wooden houses and iron frame beds in the purification camps, in modern times In the eyes of humans, it is already simple enough, but in the eyes of the natives from another world, it is already much higher quality than their leaky mud huts and straw piles used as beds. Especially the huge pieces of transparent glass on the windows of each wooden house made the demihuman refugees speechless for a long time: in this world, glass is still a luxury...< br>
Of course, there are also a small group of guys who have become so wild that they cannot stand any discipline at all. After several failed attempts at education with sticks, they were eventually dragged out of the purification camp and reportedly forced to dig rocks in a mine that never saw the light of day. , in short, no one saw them again.
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After half an hour of breakfast, a group of Chinese soldiers wearing camouflage uniforms entered the No. 3 Purification Camp in a truck. Then under their orders, the refugees in the camp followed the leader into different groups that had been divided previously. Going out for work or training - Arnus Municipality The government is not here to do charity in another world. Although it is still a quarantine period and they cannot enter the urban area within the city walls, they must adhere to the principle of "no work, no food" and let them do some work outside the city, or Conduct advance study and training for future work.
For example, the pig-headed men in the camp were given a rake, while the tauren were given hoes and plows. Then, under the supervision and instructions of local indigenous farmers, they reclaimed wasteland outside the city and cultivated various unique local crops - -Although relevant departments can mobilize various agricultural machinery at any time, the problem is that the most basic prerequisite for mechanized farming is to have a clear and detailed understanding of the characteristics and growth and maturity conditions of crops. Otherwise, if you use the agricultural machinery used to grow corn to grow rice or plant strawberries according to the winter wheat season, the result will definitely be no harvest. Nowadays, faced with all kinds of fruits, vegetables, herbs and crops that are unheard of and unknown to other worlds, the only scientifically logical way is to ask the local indigenous farmers to cultivate them according to traditional experience while closely observing the whole process. , wait until enough data is collected.
As for the werewolves, foxes, and cat people who lacked agricultural talents, some were ordered to act as porters to carry luggage, and to wander around the nearby mountains with hunting teams and scientific expedition teams, collecting animal and plant samples, and surveying terrain, minerals, and water sources. etc. The other part was dragged to various construction sites in the suburbs, responsible for some physical tasks that were difficult to replace with machines, such as moving bricks and laying floors. They came back staggering from exhaustion every day.
Even the demihuman women and children who stayed in the camp were assigned some simple handiwork, weaving some small crafts with grass stems and reeds, or were responsible for daily chores such as cleaning. Obviously, as a former red-brand prostitute in the black streets of the imperial capital, Mishali and her wandering sisters were very impatient to do such chores that lacked oil and water. After barely washing clothes for a few days, they took the initiative to find them. A Chinese official who came to inspect the No. 3 decontamination camp revealed his profession and identity, hoping to be transferred to a "more professional and corresponding" position.
However, after the official listened to the complaints of Misali and the demihuman street girls, he neither took them to "comfort the sergeant" nor scolded them with contempt for their debauchery and despicability. Instead, he quickly I don't know where I found a man called "Mama-san", who is said to be the owner of a brothel in another world. My mother's middle-aged woman came to give them "pre-job training" - to this, Mishali was very resistant at first: my mother has been selling meat on the dark streets of the imperial capital for so many years, and she worked with a group of smugglers and gangsters. The boss chats and laughs happily, blending souls and flesh, and accepts both male and female guests. Why do you still need to teach me such trivial things? But the "Mama-san" immediately showed her professionalism with a powerful rebuke.
"...Don't look at all of you who are blond, blue-eyed, with long breasts and legs, and look like angels. If you can't even sing, dance and make customers happy, how can you attract business? You all speak so vulgarly, it's really a waste. That face of yours! What? As long as you open your thighs, there will be men willing to take it. Money! You’re kidding! Don’t think of selling meat as your job! Nowadays, every industry is in a recession. Customers who are really willing to pay a lot of money are very picky about what kind of mood they like, what kind of COSPLAY they like, and what kind of role-playing games they want to make. You must have quality! ”
A series of scoldings made these wanderers in the dark streets of the imperial capital speechless - as far as Misali and the demihuman street girls knew, those who really haunted the upper class society of the empire had made many rich and wealthy people. The top courtesans who had nobles bowing to their pomegranate skirts and lived a luxurious life and made a lot of money every day were all good at singing and dancing, and proficient in literature and etiquette. They were definitely not comparable to the lower-class prostitutes like them who hung out in the underworld.
However, no matter how much they yearn for these top courtesans, there is no place where they can learn relevant knowledge. They can only silently envy, envy and hate them in their hearts. Now people from other worlds seem to have plans to train them in that direction, so naturally they must firmly Seize and never give up an opportunity easily.
Therefore, after having breakfast, Misali, the eldest sister, took a group of little sisters of different races to an open space near the barbed wire fence on the edge of the camp to listen to the teachings of Master "Mama-san"—— Outside the barbed wire fence, there were many idle people watching curiously.
"...Today's class is still the same as yesterday. Let's practice the simplest square dance first! Now play music... Lift your arms and thighs for me! One, two, three, dance! You are mine Tiny little apple, like the most beautiful clouds in the sky ..." So, amid the unrestrained melody of a modern Chinese platinum-level "brain-burning song", all the orc girls from another world with scantily clad clothes, different hair colors, and graceful graces once again danced in the square in a coquettish manner... …