Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 25 Orcs will never be slaves unless they have food and shelter

However, there are conditions for recruiting servants.

The height must be at least 1.65 meters and the age must not be higher than 25 years old. If the person is in good physical condition, has worked as a tracker, miner, craftsman, or can write a few words, the age limit can be relaxed to 30 years old.

Malnutrition, sallow complexion, and short stature were major drawbacks in ancient dynasties. The average height of many young and middle-aged people was barely around 1.65 meters. If you wanted to select them as militiamen, you had to take care of their health.

Li Mu originally planned to recruit only 150 people, but there were so many common people trying their best to become servants and get food that more than a thousand people crowded at the village entrance, including refugees who came with their families.

Li Mu carefully selected the best of the best and simply gathered three hundred "housekeepers" in one go.

Cao Er, who suddenly lost his job, was one of the people who applied to be a servant.

He only managed to snatch a little food from the Gaojiazhai Massacre, and his whole family ate it all in a few days.

When he heard that there was a local rich man in Yangjiazhai who was generous and wanted to recruit servants, he ran over to apply.

After all, he had served in the Gaojiazhai militia. In modern terms, he had the right professional background and rich work experience.

But when he arrived at the place, he was dumbfounded. A crowd as far as the eye could see was densely packed at the village entrance. Those who didn't know would have thought that the refugees were planning a rebellion.

"Line up properly, don't crowd! Those applying to be servants, go to the front! Those willing to pioneer or work in workshops, line up here! Those selected will receive a settlement allowance!"

The loud-mouthed, burly man paced back and forth, occasionally jumping up and down, as if he was born with the inability to walk steadily.

There were also some strong men standing on the rooftop playing music and dancing. While playing a tune that Cao Er couldn't understand but was very pleasant to the ear, they shouted loudly, "Let's have fun together!"

"Ohhhhhh! Oh yeah! I am tomorrow's Ming Dynasty singing king!"

“Life is short, so enjoy it while you can, keep playing, keep dancing!”

Cao Er was quite happy with this fancy band. It was the first time he saw a band singing songs to liven up the atmosphere while recruiting servants. It was quite lively.

This local rich man is really interesting.

The first hurdle for applicants is height. A wooden door frame is placed in front of them, and all applicants have to walk in front of it one by one, and lower the cloth bun on their heads.

Those who exceed the top of the frame must lower their heads and walk over, and those who fail to meet the requirements will be eliminated.

All the men who were eliminated knelt down and begged for another chance. After all, the treatment given to the servants by Master Li was too generous. It could be said that one person's employment could provide food and clothing for the whole family.

Faced with the man kneeling and throwing a tantrum, the Li family's servant did not chase him away, but calmly offered him a way out, "If you can't be a servant, go and apply for a job in the workshop. There will always be a bowl of rice for you to eat."

The Li family doesn't seem to mind poor people and wants anyone they can get.

With his good physique, Cao Er quickly passed a series of selections. Then a man who looked like a doctor massaged his body and asked him to open his mouth to see his teeth.

"This one is fine, but it's too thin."

Upon hearing this, Cao Er felt a chill down his spine. He had already passed several difficult levels in succession, so he couldn't just go home in disgrace, right?
He was about to kneel down and beg for mercy, but just as he was halfway through bending his knees, a muscular man stopped him and said, "How can a man like you have such weak knees?"

"Master, I'm not thin, I can work! I used to work as a security guard for other rich masters, so please give me a..." Cao Er said, trying his best to flex and press his biceps to show his "strength".

But he is just a skinny boy, what strength can he have?

The burly man grabbed his head with one hand, like a giant crab claw gripping its prey. "First lesson after entering here: stand up straight and learn not to kneel!"

Learn not to kneel? Cao Erxin thought that this master was really playing a trick on him. If the lower-ranking person doesn't kneel, the higher-ranking person will try. If he can't deal with the higher-ranking person, he can't deal with you, right?
The master turned and left after he finished speaking. Cao Er was stunned for a while before he figured out the meaning of the first half of the master's sentence - entering the first lesson here meant that he had successfully applied.

Great!
After careful selection, the total number of servants who successfully applied was 300.

Of course, a successful application does not mean a stable job at the Li family. There is still a one-month probation period and a full year of internship before one can sign a long-term service contract with the Li family.

What one year, several years? Cao Er doesn’t have such ambitious long-term goals. He just takes one step at a time and is satisfied as long as he can have enough food to eat.

He managed to get two full meals that day, and he felt very comfortable and nourished after eating.

However, the servants and militiamen that Master Li recruited were not like other families who hired a few militia teachers to just practice some assassination techniques.

Mr. Li’s assessment is quite strict, even stricter than those of the official army that trains every three days.

The first step is to divide the servants into organizations. The smallest organization is a "group", which consists of ten people. Three groups form a team, three teams form a sentry, and three sentries form a battalion.

Then they started running, standing in punishment, marching in teams, repairing dry toilets, repairing village walls, building houses, transporting goods, and digging wells for the newly arrived pioneers?
Cao Er was shocked. He had been training for several days with the confusing activities mentioned above.

He could understand a little bit about running and marching, but the rest seemed like ordinary manual labor.

It turns out that Master Li trained his servants and militia not to suppress bandits, but to do manual labor.

Why then give generous wages and food? In recent years, even if we only get two meals a day, one dry and one liquid, people still rush to work hard.

The coach said this is called the "Production and Construction Corps."

Cao Er didn't understand what the Production and Construction Corps was. He understood the garrison troops, who were farmers in peacetime and soldiers in wartime.

With three meals a day, not tiring work, and the treatment of a servant, Cao Er felt that Master Li was doing charity, distributing money and food to the poor to help them maintain their health.

Cao Er was happy to see this happen. After all, he was a real poor guy. He wished that all the masters in the world were as kind as Master Li and gave them enough food and silver.

He even felt that running, standing in punishment, and doing some manual labor every day were not worthy of Mr. Li's "generous reward". He always felt that this happiness came too suddenly and that God would take it away one day.

It feels like a modern worker who finds a monthly salary of over ten thousand yuan, works from nine to six, has thirty days of annual leave, and the company provides food and accommodation. The work assigned every day is not tiring, and there are consolation bonuses if you are wronged in your work. The company also gives out small gifts and snacks every once in a while.

Everyone hopes to work in this company until retirement.

Cao Er also thought so. If the kind-hearted Mr. Li was destitute by them, how could he find such a well-paid job?

So everyone worked very hard, fearing that Mr. Li's family business would collapse.

The newly recruited servants were working hard here, while the combat players who were temporarily lurking in the Lin merchant's house were checking the generous rewards they got from the last copy.

The money, food and supplies they successfully seized were temporarily stored in Lin Jianghe's old house. Each batch was sent to Yangjiazhai, and the players' reputation, honor and merit points also increased in batches.

The remaining 30% of the money and grain will remain in the Lin family as commercial cash flow.

Looking at his merit value which finally stopped at 90, Huang Zilong couldn't stop smiling. This was equivalent to four lives!
Huang Zilong, who had money in his pocket, couldn't help but become excited. He was willing to open the game store that he had not wanted to look at before and take a look.

He raised his hand to call out the operation interface, and found that a lot of new products had been added to the system mall.

[Resurrection Code], [Resurrection Code Skin], [Activation Code], [Bloody Filter Skin], [Towel], [Baseball Bat], [Mop], [Toothbrush], [Bulletproof Shield], [Coke], [Exploration Voucher], [SeSe Voucher]...

(End of this chapter)