Chapter 626 When they grow up, they will enter the factory
*This chapter will be a little boring if you want to register a large number of dishes for transition data (?)
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Now, the tent of the Lord of Steel is so quiet that it is easy to hear. Even the most unruly-oh, sorry, the most unruly-hearted head is placed there - even the most stubborn old philosopher has been sitting there honestly.
Or rather, the smartest and most insightful people among the former top leaders of each city-state are now sitting particularly upright and their body language is particularly urgent and serious.
Everyone's eyes were closely following the ever-changing content on a large piece of screen rising behind the throne.
This is what others thought he was just holding his troops and building the camp privately asked his descendants to observe the most reliable ones he thought were doing when the others thought he was just holding back to Olympia.
Through multi-orbit mapping, field measurements of thunder eagles and storm birds, communication with farmers, merchants and lower classes, understanding of the trading market - thanks to the ship's ship, they also brought some Seleucid breastplate soldiers, among which men and women dressed as couples, and they could still pretend to be a distant traveler entering the surroundings of the city and towns - they obtained a demonstration of the large amount of first-hand data formed by the soldiers.
These original data were counted, analyzed, calculated and verified by the war blacksmiths and company commanders who did not receive the mission of landing and breaking the city. In the form of Dalian competition, they finally presented a very intuitive and easy-to-understand chart - a large number of clear, beautiful and accurate bar charts, line charts, scatter charts, flow charts, point maps and heat maps turned all the numerous and complicated data into visual images, which changed in front of everyone with Ramizane's explanation.
Even Kelly Fanny, who had made up her mind to observe first, couldn't resist. She let herself entrench on the chair, which would make her uncomfortable lumbar spine feel better. Then she lifted her eyelids that had become weak and drooped due to her old age, and carefully watched and listened to the explanation of the content on the holographic projection behind the Lord of Steel.
“…I won’t talk about energy and industrial indicators…Okay, I can’t help it, I’ll just say it!
Hell, power generation... Your current power plants were built for you by mechanical teaching a hundred and fifty years ago, and the scale was very limited, and their power was only enough to supply specific residences and regions, as well as factories designated for the Legion to produce products. It is obvious that there are obvious intentional problems in the construction of power plants;
And steel output... Well, look, I can't get the previous data yet, but judging from the number of mines and blast furnaces that can be seen, and the reports of officers we sent here to collect resources, it is obvious that they are not enough;
The infrastructure... is terrible, 150 years! I can't believe it! The longest railway in this place is a freight train used by factories to transport iron ore! The expressway does not exist at all! (At this time, every listener below showed an unheard of confusion on his face) Not to mention the airport! Oh my God, when was the last time you guys flying a plane? ! ”
"The last time I saw someone flying his aircraft into the sky." Kelly Fanny spoke quietly, and everyone's breathing became even lighter.
"It's you. It was you who drove it in person, without taking anything, and flew to Mount Trafas. We received a report of the plane crash a long time later. Then we realized that you must have climbed to the top of the mountain, and then your biological father-" She owed a little, indicating an ancient courtesy.
"Take it away, go to the sea of stars, participate in his 'Great Expedition', year after year, never come back. That's the last time I saw someone flying a plane here. Your thinking and craftsmanship are far more than all our craftsmen, and you have neither apprentices nor leave this mechanical thing," she said truthfully. "The drafts you left behind are also very sloppy, and some symbols are not even Olympian or Gothic, and the human words we already know are not like that."
Another roar came from a distant place: She is digging a hole for you! Hell! I have never written those design drawings in alien language! At most, some characters, abbreviations or sloppy invented by themselves!
Of course, no one here could hear the roar of panic in anger.
But Ramizane glanced at the old woman with a heart and replied, "That's because I wrote too fast, using some shorthand symbols and continuous pens." He paused, as if he was choosing a title for her, and then he avoided the place where he needed it.
"… Surprisingly, no progress, has the development of Rocks' technology relied on me for so many years? What about others? What about other people? What about other talents? ... Well, I roughly understand why you don't look like the home world of a legion galloping across the sea of stars in many ways. Well, I know, ma'am, some conversations, but not now."
The Lord of Steel stopped Kelly Fanny who was still trying to speak with a look, who raised her eyebrows that had to be painted because of her age and began to look at "Petulabo" again.
Ramizane pretended not to see her cautious gaze and continued to speak on his own.
"In terms of agriculture, I have no time to count the proportion of labor, so I must first point out two points: the yield-efficiency ratio, the proportion of cultivated land area and output. Legion tax and military supply are required in proportion. I can only assume that there is no big problem. Then, the cultivated land area calculated from high-altitude remote sensing seems to be fragmented, but the total amount is still quite considerable. Time is limited. A rough calculation is that there are at least 8 billion mu of land in the arable climate zone. If you remove some really inappropriately, there are 7 billion mu of land - but how many people have you used them to feed?"
Speaking of this, thinking of a certain 1.8 billion, a certain 2.4 billion, and a certain 2.5 billion, Ramizane knocked on the table in front of him with a grudge, "Seven billion acres of arable land! According to the official statistical report I just obtained, there is even less than 10 million people here now! Even if you just cultivate it, it won't be like this! Why just let a large area of good land be abandoned? No one! There is really no one. When I recruited the sons of Olympia, I thought you would not have lived worse than when I left. What's the result? Tell me yourself, in the past three months after Demecos' death, your new round of civil war consumed so much of the lives that you didn't have to consume?!"
"You can't say that! Sir! The noble battles and gladiators between city-states have been a tradition since ancient times! Even the former governor respects this tradition! The city-states always redistribute power in this way! The winners take all, and the losers eat dust..."
The more the speaker spoke, the lighter the voice became. Salez's Vlastu rolled his eyes and sneered at the fat guy with a slut, with a very obvious contempt.
Then the old scholar turned to the Iron King of the Upper Head, "Your Excellency," he said, and this gift seemed much more sincere. "These data, statistics and charts are very, very meaningful... Just by looking at this once, I can get a glimpse of the answers to many previously puzzled questions that were beckoning to me. I dare to ask, how can you share these precious data with us?"
"You seem more rational now... I like you much more, Frastu," replied the Lord of Steel. "You are really willing to study. If your resume is innocent after investigation, then if you are willing to work for my government in the future, I can open these databases to you, as well as the authority to use aircraft and guards, and a salary for you to take home, what do you think?"
Such a gift pack of pie from the sky was so hot that it was thrown on the old philosopher's face, which made the scholar who was just rushing over to beat someone with a big voice and a big voice, and dozens of people from all over the place were still staring at him, "... Maybe... I will consider it in the future, my lord, I promise you I will consider it."
"So—" Ramizane raised his voice. "When my descendants and investigators investigated more deeply, I found that there were no large chemical plants in this place except for a series of industries that produce ammunition and fuel! So, there were no fertilizers! There was no pesticide! Even if human resources were in power, the output was not much higher! The steel factory in this place kept producing molten iron every day, and the sound of steam hammers in the forging workshop ran through the sky. What did they do? Is there a tractor, a large plowshare, a seeder, an irrigation equipment or a combined harvester driven out of it? No! None! What was continuously produced from the factory were war beasts, tanks, personnel carriers, automatic turrets, self-disciplined turrets, guns and hammers."
"Authentic, they support many of our actions in the past century and a half," his voice was low. "I am not afraid to let you know that my relationship with the members of the Mechanics is quite... stiff, and without your support, our actions could not last so long. Therefore, on behalf of myself and my descendants, I thank you for the reliable equipment you sent to support our actions countless times- (all the faces of the Iron Warriors who could hear this sentence showed a dreamlike dull look on their faces) but the situation could not continue like this."
"The first thing is that all the lands in Olympia, especially those under the names of various tyrants and nobles, must be remeasured and taken over to the legion. The owner of the land, as I said, will be subject to review. The judgment that should be tried, and who should be given a new job will be obtained according to his ability to obtain a redemption fee and a new job. The Iron Warrior will not let the bad people escape, make the good people wrong, and let the innocent people starve to death."
He looked at everyone sternly, "The land must be cultivated according to the Legion's plan to improve the efficiency of farming and resource allocation. I have seen your physical land samples, such small, scattered, unplanned and reciprocal tillage production cannot increase the yield per mu or greatly improve the efficiency of farming and harvesting. The degree of reclamation of these lands is also different, and they must be produced uniformly using large agricultural machinery. This is much better than your original farming method." "If you want to farm with machinery, sir, we... don't have enough drivers here!"
"Of course I know that there is a shortage of people here - men, strong labor, and operators who can operate large agricultural and industrial machinery, right?"
"So, the second thing I want to announce is to follow up the second plan. Next, I will accept applications from all Olympia's families who have contributed their boys. I will ask them to return home to all the iron warriors who have circulated blood, and they will return to their hometown villages or cities with their steel livestock and more advanced farming techniques. The rest will also enter factories or other facilities, and take turns producing food, machinery and construction for the families and Olympia during the next twenty farming seasons."
"What to build? Sir, is a new city wall or a defensive turret?"
"None of them. I have many of the most magnificent drawings and the most genius work concepts (a dog snorted in the future time and space). I will ask my descendants to build daily chemical factories, clothing factories, light industrial facilities, or anything else that is missing here. Their work efficiency and skills of using machinery are much better than those of mortals. Frastu, you will see how exquisite, exquisite, practical and extraordinary things that Olympia's sons learned on the sea of stars besides the skills of killing and fighting."
The old philosopher frowned and listened to the Lord of Steel's speech. This time he would have stopped others from thrillingly.
He walked to the throne of the Lord of Steel and bowed.
"If you can really practice your promise in Olympia in the next twenty years, then I think it's good to be confiscated and work for you."
The old man stood up, "But can you guarantee that you can do it?"
"Enough!" Frix roared, his voice gushing violently out of the amplified grid of the power armor, causing the ends of the old man to flutter. "How can you doubt the power in front of you?! What's wrong with Olympia now!" he said sadly and angry, "We have given you the right to accept it freely! You should all be grateful! Olympia people! You have been impunity for too long!"
“…uh…Frix.”
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"Sir, I shouldn't have spoken before you. I'm willing to confess my guilt." The head of the trident immediately turned around. Although the design of the Iron Cavalry Power Armor made him inconvenient to move, he forced himself to kneel down on one knee, in a posture of a giant of his size surrendering to a stronger and higher-ranking person.
This calmed down again by the people in the tent who had just begun to want to talk.
"We will talk about your handling later." Ice blue eyes glanced at the loyal company commander with a stern look. "The third thing I want to announce is that all qualified children, regardless of gender, will be counted into a book this time and will be recruited on site."
Now almost everyone stood up, and even Kelly Fanny began to turn aside.
"...so that they are sent to schools to receive compulsory education."
"Compulsory education? School? Who runs it? We don't have funds and don't have enough teachers! Scholars have their own followers and colleges, so it's not something ordinary children can go in, let alone everything..."
"A new school will be built in the name of the Legion. My warrior-poets will serve as teachers in it." Ramizane said calmly. "Although many of them have become weakened in previous battles against aliens, they are still one of the best teachers in our Legion, and they will be equally patient with their children."
"As for funds? Do you think I, a prince of the Galaxy Empire (a dog sneered) lack funds? I am my best guarantee! Rich people, looking at the starships and weapons of destruction in my possession, have you just seen my kind speech rejuvenated your nature? Then, looking at the steel fleet above our heads, tell me, do I need more guarantees besides me and my credibility?"
No one dared to respond.
"After the oldest of these children graduated, he said to himself. "They are going to enter the factory, where my descendants who have worked for a while will teach these new apprentices how to use, maintain and manufacture machinery according to their respective specialties. When all the technicians of this generation grow, this group of soldiers can return to my legion. ”
"This is my initial plan. What do you think?"
No one spoke, and there seemed to be some hesitation trying to get more commitments.
"Locks accepts it. And will immediately express surrender to the new rule of the Legion."
Kelly Fanny suddenly said this in her most authoritative voice.
And immediately two voices sounded almost at the same time: "Arkus accepts!" "Sares accepts!"
(This chapter ends)