Little Lord

Jiang Zhuozhuo originally came for the goblins, so he sat down and started chatting with them.

This time they went to the Western Continent, where various beastman tribes lived, and they also looked down on the short goblins.

The goblins have no idea how much money they can make from this trip. They only know that they can get some goods from the ground to take home when they return.

Because they are usually not allowed to buy many things even if they have money, they find this kind of compensation acceptable.

Jiang Zhuozhuo listened to the list they reported and found that the items on it were all quite cheap. They seemed particularly precious simply because Liberty City did not allow them to buy them on their own.

In short, these goblins are cheap laborers who don't even get a fraction of the pay.

Jiang Zhuozhuo always felt that if she signed a cooperation contract with the captain, she would be considered as aiding and abetting the evil. She asked the leading goblin: "Can't you take the work yourself? Do you have to go through them to get the work?"

The goblin said, "There aren't many of us who can speak the common language. If someone comes to us, we don't know how to communicate." He was a little depressed. "My mother taught me the common language. She used to be a servant for a noble lady for a while. She is much more knowledgeable than us."

Although he was called a servant, he was actually an actor who entertained the noble lady. It was just that his mother was a quick learner and seized the opportunity that did not belong to them, the lowly goblins.

Jiang Zhuozhuo said admiringly: "Your mother is amazing!"

The goblin said, "Yes, she was very powerful. After she became pregnant, she returned to live underground and later taught me and my aunts the common language." He looked a little sad, "But, she was killed."

"At that time, my aunt tried to lead the tribe to find jobs on their own. When the goblins from the Black Land Belt found out, they thought that our actions would cause more and more low-level goblins to become restless."

"So when they found out my mom was the one who brought back the Common Tongue, they... killed her."

Jiang Zhuozhuo didn't expect to hear such a story.

Even though she knew this was not a fairy tale world, she still felt sad for the great goblin who tried to bring fire back to his own people.

Not only do outsiders oppress them, but the higher-ups of their own race also oppress them, wishing to nail them to the bottom of society forever.

Moreover, this kind of intra-ethnic strife is often more cruel and direct, and causes greater harm to them.

Old Lu was not surprised to hear this. He had been working in engineering for nearly three hundred years and had come into contact with countless civilians.

This situation can happen in every corner of the world.

There is no shortage of people who are accomplices to evil.

Those nobles sitting in high positions don't have to do anything themselves, as there are naturally people who diligently help them get things done and keep the people below in check.

Jiang Zhuozhuo asked: "How many people are there in your tribe?"

The goblin said: "Our tribe lives in the red soil zone. Half of them were killed decades ago. Now there are only about 800 people left, and the remaining 400 are elderly and children."

"The women in our tribe are also good at building underground projects, but the captain only wants men to facilitate management during the voyage, so they didn't come out."

This time, all the young and strong men came out. More than 200 people were crowded in one cabin to eat, drink and sleep. Before going ashore, they all jumped into the sea to wash off the odor on their bodies before daring to step into this clean and tidy store.

Jiang Zhuozhuo said: "We want to dig an underground city here to store ice, vegetables, nuts and develop some business projects. Why don't you take a look at our place in the next few days to see if it is suitable for excavation. If it is, we can talk about how to cooperate!"

Goblins require a specific living environment and may not be able to adapt to the environment and climate here, so Jiang Zhuozhuo did not immediately suggest that the entire clan move to Woye Province.

Let the other party stay here for a while and see.

The goblin said happily, "Okay!"

Jiang Zhuozhuo said: "Maybe I still need to discuss this cooperation with your captain..."

The goblin said, "Of course we came here on the ship, so it's impossible for us to take private jobs on the way."

Old Lu didn't say a word the whole time. After the goblins started to enjoy the noodles, the old man and the young man turned into flying birds and flew down to a high place to chat.

Without the goblins around, Old Lu finally expressed his opinion: "Not everything they say can be trusted."

People who come out and confess all the suffering they have endured are either really desperate, or they are deliberately trying to make others believe them and pity them.

When he was young, he was once deliberately deceived by someone who pretended to be pitiful, so he didn't want Jiang Zhuozhuo to rashly accept a group of aliens of unknown origin.

Jiang Zhuozhuo said: "Shouldn't we cooperate first? If he is really good at his job, then he is the talent we need."

There are too many places in the territory that need people, and no lord would complain that his population is too large, especially in a place like the fertile province with a vast area and a sparse population!
As long as we fully develop the tree, wheat and meat resources here, the problem of food and clothing can be easily solved.

As the physical fitness of the people in the territory improves, higher-level demands will follow.

If the territory is unable to meet these needs, it may face a massive loss of population, especially talent...

She is not Feng Aotian, who has people bowing to her wherever she goes.

Water flows to low places, people go to high places!
Jiang Zhuozhuo has never been out of society, but he has played a lot of games about developing cities and territories.

Only when the population is large enough can all industries develop.

Jiang Zhuozhuo praised Lao Lu at the right time: "It is only because of you that I dare to come up with this idea! If they have ulterior motives or are sneaky, you will definitely be able to tell at a glance."

When Old Lu heard this, his legs straightened up a lot. He thought that the youngsters nowadays were really smooth talkers, and started to think about how to arrange the next period of time.

The little bird knows nothing, so it depends on Old Lu to carefully investigate whether these goblins really want to join them or just want to deceive the children!
After Jiang Zhuozhuo coaxed the stubborn old man, he started his daily sketching routine.

The young members of the Commission for Discipline Inspection had been waiting for a long time. The older ones followed behind Jiang Zhuozhuo to help her carry her painting supplies. The little bird holding the easel asked actively: "Your Highness, where are we going to paint today?"

Jiang Zhuozhuo couldn't compete with them, so she could only lead a group of birds to find a good place for today's painting. After a while, she chose the angle for today's painting. In order to let more birds watch her painting process up close, all the children consciously turned into birds and landed on the tree behind Jiang Zhuozhuo.

A whole tree was squeezed.

Even when she was painting the scenery, the birds would curiously stretch their heads and watch for a long time.

Only after most of the new birds had arrived did Jiang Zhuozhuo finish today's landscape sketching and begin selecting the lucky person who would receive the portrait.

At this time, the goblins had eaten their fill and were standing not far away, watching the young lord who was surrounded by three layers of enemies.

She was teaching the birds to chant, and soon there was a sound of following the chanting among the birds, which sounded just like chirping to the ears of the goblins who could not understand bird language.

However, the birdsong was soon guided into a very orderly rhythm, converging into a strange and beautiful rhythm.

...They had never seen a noble, let alone a lord, who would teach the common people with such patience.

What shocked them even more was that Jiang Zhuozhuo would randomly select people from the flock of birds raising their hands to recite poems.

The bird you carry on your back can be sitting or standing for Jiang Zhuozhuo to sketch, and in the end you can get a portrait from Jiang Zhuozhuo.

——A portrait drawn on very beautiful paper.

Is that really something that civilians can own?

The youngest goblin couldn't help but lean over to the leading goblin and whispered, "If we stay here, can we do this as well?"

Will this lord, who looks too young, treat these foreign races equally?

The little goblin looked at those happy little birds with eyes full of envy.

They also want to live happily in the sunshine.

Unfortunately, even though the bird people here didn't say anything, the way they looked at them was still wary and inquiring.

How could they expect these strangers to accept them when they were not even welcome in their own hometown?

The little goblin couldn't help feeling sad.

The leading goblin patted the young tribesman's head and said, "Let's do our job well first. Only if we perform well enough will we have a chance to be accepted by others."

He did intend to reveal the plight of his tribe in front of Jiang Zhuozhuo, but it was not just because he thought Jiang Zhuozhuo was young and easy to fool, but because of what he saw and heard after going ashore, which gave him such an idea.

His mother once told him that God would not treat unfairly anyone who lived seriously.

They have to live well to be worthy of their mother's efforts and sacrifices.

……

Whatever Jiang Zhuozhuo wanted to do, everyone from top to bottom would support it, and Maine quickly came forward to negotiate cooperation with the captain.

The other party just felt that it was troublesome to carry a boatload of goblins back. These guys were dirty and smelly, making his boat smell of mud. It would be better to let them work here for a few more months.

Anyway, he took the money, so it was considered an unexpected windfall.

After the ship was overhauled, the captain couldn't wait to leave the next day with half of the deposit paid in advance by Woye Province.

These low-level goblins who can dig a few holes underground to hide in and give birth to their children are not valuable, so they don't have to worry about losing money if they leave people behind.

Lao Lu is in charge of all construction projects in the territory, and the goblins are naturally under his jurisdiction.

He first asked the goblins to come up with a plan for building an ice cellar.

The winters here are very cold, and the summers are very sunny, so it will definitely be very hot.

They need to take advantage of the fact that ice is everywhere now and store some ice bricks for use in the summer.

Although this method of digging ice cellars underground to store ice is a bit primitive, it is fine as long as it works.

We can't wait until the time comes to figure it out.

The goblins had happened to have undertaken a similar project before, and they immediately began to survey the area around the castle for a suitable location to build an ice cellar.

However, they didn't have anyone who could draw, so they could only use gestures to explain to Lao Lu their plans for the underground ice cellar.

Old Lu is an expert in this area. After listening to the plan, he drew out the blueprint that night and arranged for the goblins to carry out the construction according to the blueprint.

The goblins looked at Old Lu with a bit of fiery gaze.

Especially when looking at Lao Lu's hands drawing the blueprint, he wished it could grow on his body.

If they had the opportunity to learn such a skill, would no one laugh at them for being covered in mud?

I really want to stay here!

When the goblins learned that they were provided with three meals a day and that the food was no worse than what they had at the "Hourly Fries" chain, they were moved to tears.

You have to know that even the terrible taste of food on the way there and back has to be recorded in the account, and will be deducted from their already meager wages.

This may be their only chance to escape from their suffering, so they must work hard!
(End of this chapter)