Chapter 811 The best
This winter can be regarded as the first winter that the New World has experienced since it was merged into the Great Zhou Dynasty.
Letting out a breath of hot air, the workers who had just finished work gathered together in small groups and ran towards the canteen. While running, they discussed a few words about what dishes were available in the canteen tonight, as if they had become Their greatest joy along the way.
After entering the canteen, we could clearly feel that it was much warmer. The group of people did not dare to waste time, so they quickly took the plates from the side and ran to queue up for food.
During this period, the aroma of the food constantly stimulated the hungry stomachs of the workers and made them wail. However, there was an inexplicable tranquility in the slightly noisy canteen, which made people feel completely satisfied. Peace of mind.
Looking at the scene in front of him, a worker who was queuing couldn't help but feel in a trance.
"What's wrong? Is there not enough food money at the end of the month?"
The worker next to him noticed something was wrong with him and asked casually.
Faced with the concern of his fellow workers, the worker quickly came to his senses and then said something with emotion.
“No, no, I just didn’t expect that I could live such a life. Even now, I feel a bit unreal. You guys said, could this be a dream? Right? ”
As soon as these words were spoken, many workers around him immediately felt the same way.
Looking back on the hungry and cold days of previous winters, who could have imagined that they would have the life they have now?
Now, even in the cold winter, they don’t need to worry about food at all, and they also have warm winter clothes.
Isn’t this day just like a dream?
“It’s all thanks to Your Majesty.”
His words came from the bottom of his heart, and everyone around him echoed his words, with expressions on their faces showing a bit of unconcealable reverence.
Since taking over the New World, his own performance, coupled with the appropriate publicity by the Storyteller and Propaganda Department, have allowed Zhou Xu's image in the minds of the people here to be continuously strengthened and elevated.
It is no exaggeration to say that in the minds of the people here, his existence is already like a savior. It is impossible for anyone to shake him easily.
At the same time, his influence continued to spread in another unexpected place...
"At that time, I saw His Majesty dressed in military uniform, riding up with three hundred iron cavalry! Iron hoofs Zhengzheng, the earth was shaking! With that slogan..."
"The ambition to be trapped will lead to death or life!!"
In a tree house in the wood elf village, a group of wood elves were gathered around the stove, listening to the excited narration of the tribesman sitting in the center. It tells the heroic deeds of the Emperor Zhou who led his cavalry to defeat the enemy.
When he went to Dazhou as an exchange group, one of his hobbies was listening to books.
As members of the Propaganda Department, the storytellers naturally spared no effort in promoting His Majesty. They directly wrote a set of stories similar to biographies and performed appropriate artistic processing. The restaurant promotes it.
The main purpose is to enhance the image of His Majesty in the minds of the people, thereby increasing loyalty and winning over the people.
It’s hard to say how publicity is going on among the people.
However, the publicity effect here in this wood elf is undoubtedly the best.
I just listened to the wood elf talking about Zhou Xu’s characters. He knew them all by heart and knew them by heart. At this time, he even said them with emotion and emotion, which was fascinating.
If Zhou Xu knew about it, he would have to be named the head of the Wood Elf branch of the Propaganda Department to make sense.
During this period, Locke, holding a handful of melon seeds and sitting next to him, was in a complicated mood.
First of all, he had to admit that the story was indeed wonderful. Even he couldn't help but want to know the follow-up. He kept listening to the book and didn't move his butt for a long time.
But when he thought that this brat didn't know anything about his own family, but he was very familiar with the deeds of the Emperor of Zhou, Locke became a little angry.
However, this incident also gave him a wake-up call. While the brat's storytelling was temporarily coming to an end, Locke coughed twice and stepped forward.
"Everyone happens to be here, so I will take this opportunity to tell you about the history of our wood elves..."
"Hey, the anthracite in the stove is quick. After the burning, whose turn is it? Go and carry a bag."
Before Locke finished speaking, one of the wood elves who were watching shouted while fiddling with the anthracite in the stove.
“I’ll go when it’s my turn.”
At the same time, the other wood elves also had their own things to do and stood up one after another.
"After crushing the melon seeds, I'm going to get a bag of melon seeds." "Get some dried fruits too."
"Finally, it's intermission. I'm going to put some water on it."
"Wait for me, I'll join you."
"No, I have to go find another wool blanket in the cupboard. I really can't stand the cold when I come out."
"..."
Looking at the clan members who were about to leave, the veins on Locke's forehead slowly popped up, and he subconsciously held it. His own staff.
"Everyone, sit down!"
Faced with Locke who suddenly became angry, all the wood elves froze for a moment, then turned their heads and looked over, with a bit of confusion in their eyes, as if they didn't know anything at all. What happened.
"When we were listening to the book just now, all of you were so positive. What's wrong? When it's your turn, you don't care about your own affairs at all?!"
Just when Locke was about to take care of this When you give the brat a lesson.
One of the wood elves weakly raised his hand.
Locke frowned when he saw it.
“What’s the matter?”
“Um, patriarch, the heater is going out, are you really not going to get the coal?”
Hearing this, Locke’s gaze Sweep the stove.
The weather is getting cold at the moment. After getting used to the heating of the stove, if this goes out, his old bones will really not be able to bear it.
In the end, I had no choice but to wave my hands with an unhappy look on my face.
“Go!”
“Okay!”
As he spoke, the wood elf disappeared in a flash.
Taking this opportunity, the voices of those wood elves who wanted to leave but failed to do so sounded again...
"Patriarch. I really can't hold it in any longer. I'm going to die!!"
"I can't find the wool blanket anymore and I'm almost freezing to death."
"Without melon seeds, I feel so uncomfortable."
"And dried fruit..."
"..."
These brats down there all had their own ways of dying, and Locke was so angry that his vision almost went black and he fainted.
"Go, go, go! Get out of here!"
Hearing this, the wood elves dispersed in an instant as if they had been granted amnesty.
Faced with this situation, after his emotions calmed down a little, Locke couldn't help but sigh with melancholy.
Then he quickly wrapped himself in a woolen blanket and took small steps all the way to the stove to warm his hands.
"The weather is getting colder and colder. Why didn't you feel this way before? If it continues to be this cold, will you freeze to death?" 'Tips!
(End of this chapter)