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At noon that day, in the Second Terra Church, dozens of glass wine glasses were requisitioned by Ryan.

He wanted to install usable light bulbs in schools and municipal departments first. Even the foundry stopped making new muskets today, and assigned some people to install the firing device. The rest of the people were using copper and other metals to make circuits and switches according to Ryan's drawings.

In this era, there were no plastic tubes and rubber products, and the installation position of wires could only be set high.

I hope that the teams exploring unknown materials in the territory can find suitable materials as soon as possible, otherwise Ryan will feel that all the technological advances he has promoted are deformed, just one leg running strong, and the other leg is so thin that it may break at any time.

Bryce has become accustomed to Ryan's action. This master always asks people to verify and implement an idea as soon as it comes out of his head.

This lighting tool called a light bulb was successfully tested just an hour ago, but now it has to be installed in the building.

"This device that rotates when the water in the water tank hits it will be installed after I confirm all the lines. Before we find the material to wrap the lines, no one should touch the lines themselves."

Ryan kept repeating the key information. He didn't want the first electric shock accident in this feudal world to happen in Second Terra, although the voltage and current of this simple power generation device would not be fatal.

Since there were only two buildings to be constructed, Ryan's drawings were quickly marked and handed over to Bryce to do.

The craftsmen who used metal copper to extend the wires needed to make a line of sufficient length in the afternoon, and there would be impurities that Ryan needed to clean with telekinesis to avoid short circuits and open circuits.

After a busy morning, Ryan finally felt a little tired, and he went back to his room to sleep.

The two big guys didn't come to him, so Ryan had a rare physiological rest.

When he woke up again, it was already evening. After washing up, Ryan went to the foundry to clean the impurities in the wires.

It will probably take two or three days for this lighting system to be put into use. Ryan brought the craftsmen and the wires to the municipal office and saw Bryce arguing with the people in the logistics department.

"The food and wages provided to people by the various construction projects in Second Terra over the past month have emptied our finances. Those guys in the Ministry of Finance are still looking forward to the water bills and stone brick orders from other noble territories in a while. But our logistics department really can't allocate food now. The canteens of the municipal government, schools, and hospitals need food, road construction needs food, and even the foundry needs food. Do they have no food at home? People can go home and consume their own food instead of eating up all our food without spending a penny."

A young man who looked better dressed was slapping various documents in his hands and questioning Bryce.

Bryce frowned and said, "Beruka, calm down. Providing food to workers is a system that Second Terra has been implementing since the construction of the canal. You have also read Lord Ryan's plan. After the factories are built in the future, food and accommodation will be provided. As long as our order payment arrives, food will not be a problem. After the irrigation system is upgraded, next year's grain harvest will be great. There will always be some hardship in the early construction, otherwise our people will not be able to realize the beautiful vision of the future."

The young man named Beruka is about 23 or 24 years old. He does not look like many residents with rough skin and his body is relatively straight. He should be the son of some small landlord families in the past.

The children of these families usually know how to read and study, and even go to church schools.

If there are any noble relatives in the family, they can even go to that noble territory or even Turin to study at university.

These people who can read and think more actively are recruited to work in the municipal department.

They are delighted by the future society described by Ryan, and think that they are different from the nobles of higher class and more humane.

But the small landlord class they belong to actually oppresses the civilians more commonly and widely.

Ryan knocked on the door of the conference room and watched people turn their eyes to him.

"Lord Ryan, the house trenches you planned have been dug, and the lines can be buried tomorrow."

Bryce looked very tired, but he was the first to report the work that Ryan was concerned about.

Ryan looked at Bryce and Beruka and asked:

"Are our food stocks running low?"

Beruka was a little nervous. It was the first time he faced this person who survived the cross of burning. He tried to calm himself down and said:

"If we continue to consume at the current rate, our food will be eaten up in four days, and it will take at least seven or eight days to transport the money from the stone factory to other territories to buy food. But people still have food in their own homes. If we temporarily stop the food supply to various engineering projects and let people bring their own rations, we can hold on until then if we just pay wages."

After Beruka finished speaking, he glanced at Ryan and saw that the latter had no obvious emotional changes, so he breathed a sigh of relief and continued:

"Sir, we haven't replenished the grain we had to return to the granary when we were repairing the canal. It's too extravagant to provide food to the workers. As Lord Bryce said, this year was originally a disaster year, and people had to save food and live frugally. But now that the disaster has passed, they can completely consume their own stocks."

Ryan sat down while listening, looked at Bryce, then looked at Bruca and asked:

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"Do you think the civilians have enough food?"

Beruka said confidently: "In the past, the food rations of our farmers were enough to support at least a quarter. My lord, the farmers are sometimes very cunning. We provide them with three meals a day, and they even start to waste food. The daily quota of food subsidies will be in deficit, and they are packed in cloth bags and taken back by those people, mostly to feed the livestock at home. My lord Ryan, I also pity the suffering they have suffered in the past, but now for the future development of Second Terra, we must make a choice!"

Ryan clapped his hands and praised Beruka's speech.

Then he looked at Bryce and said, "I don't know if what he said is true, so I will take Beruka to various construction areas to confirm it tomorrow." Beruka thought that Lord Ryan approved of his idea, and immediately said, "I have personally investigated it. There are indeed despicable farmers who secretly took some food and grains home. Those grains will go bad after one day. They must be used to feed livestock." Ryan smiled helplessly and said, "The real situation, let's wait until tomorrow to find out. I will find a way to solve the food problem. All construction sites will provide meals as usual." Ryan made a decision and signaled people to go back and rest first. These problems cannot be judged based on the words of one family. Maybe what Beruka said is true, but if this situation is true, can it cover up the suffering of those poor people who are really in trouble and have no food to use this year after paying taxes? Many problems are not necessarily true, but only by making trade-offs between each other can the problem be solved, or even ignoring the problem and bypassing it can move forward. Presumably, the corpse sitting on the golden toilet has made many choices that are thousands of times more difficult than the one in front of him.

He still has the opportunity to personally confirm the true situation. The emperor may have to make a decision as soon as possible to avoid the crisis of extinction.

Even if doing so will inevitably lose the interests and even lives of another group of innocent people.

Another night passed, and early in the morning, Ryan took Bryce and the logistics department to the nearest construction site.

In the past month, the roads between Second Terra and the two nearest noble territories have been connected. After those noble territories have enjoyed the water conservancy system, they also hope to build new roads in their territories after the construction of the traffic roads in Second Terra is completed.

Ryan did not enter the construction site with great fanfare, but changed clothes with Bryce and others, and quietly observed everything here.

This is a logistics hub station in Ryan's city planning, which happens to be located at the junction of Second Terra and other territories.

In the early stage of construction, this logistics station will only be used to transport minerals and construction materials, radiating to any area within the range.

The roads here are becoming more and more spacious, and an area is reserved for laying tracks later. Although the workers do not understand the use of tracks, wooden boxes pushed by manpower with a few wheels on the track can be easily pushed.

If horses or other livestock are used to pull larger boxes with wheels, they will not deviate to other places under the limitation of the track, and more things can be transported.

This is the limit of people's imagination of the concept of track, and Ryan is still struggling with the design of the steam engine structure and the adaptation of the currently available materials.

Time soon came to noon, and under the shed where people rested, wheat meat porridge, bread and some washed lettuce leaves were distributed on the plates.

Beruka clenched his fists and whispered: "My lord, they can even eat meat. We haven't seen meat in the cafeteria of the municipal department for a long time. The food for the construction site where our Second Terra extended the canal for the other two noble territories was provided by local nobles, but they only provided standard working meals, and dinner was even just soup, but they were still full. You see those people are panicking, and they will secretly take out cloth bags from their pockets and pour the porridge and noodle crumbs that have been drained of water into them. In such hot weather, they will carry them with them for an afternoon, and they will go bad long ago. They will definitely feed them to livestock when they go back to save their own family's money. of food."

Ryan suddenly looked at Beruka curiously and asked:

"When you were at home before joining the logistics department, could you eat meat for every meal? Do the normal farmers you see have meals every day?"

Beruka said proudly:

"Sir, I joined the municipal department of Second Terra with the purpose of letting people live a good life. In our hometown, every farmer can have enough food. Even when the drought and insect plague were not over before, we exempted half of their taxes. How could these farmers have no food at home?"

Ryan thought for a while and asked:

"In that case, what kind of people do you think the farmers are? Despicable, despicable, clever and cunning, or loyal, honest, hardworking and uncomplaining? According to you, your family is a small landowner, and every farmer you meet can have enough to eat. That should be It’s not a treacherous person.”

Beruca was about to answer, but found that he seemed to have no way to answer Ryan's question. This question seemed to contradict itself.

If every farmer was taken care of by landowners like his and could have enough to eat even in years of disaster, there would be no need to be as cunning as he described.

But in my own education, this sense of contradiction seems to have always existed.

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From his family education and his contacts with other landowners and even nobles, he has always believed that farmers are lowly, cunning people who love to take advantage and are lazy.

But it wasn't until today that he realized this contradiction.

That form of education artificially divides the differences between people.

The aristocratic landowners naturally possess kindness and virtue, and therefore show mercy to the lower classes.

However, the lower class people are also untouchables who are born with ignorant and blind labels. Therefore, most of the time, they do not need to treat them as human beings. Instead, they regard the various behaviors of untouchables to survive, such as stealing and cheating, as manifestations of their bad nature.

Ryan's face turned serious and he said:

"No one can solve this problem, and food, clothing, housing and transportation are just the lowest and least challenging stage of this problem. If we all stagnate and intensify conflicts at this stage, it means that we are not doing a good enough job. These foods are inherently It is their own choice whether they take the food back to feed their livestock or feed it to their families if they have difficulties at home. If it is the latter, then our municipal department has really failed to fulfill its responsibilities and still has food. Citizens can’t have enough to eat.”

Beruca was still a little impatient and said hurriedly:

"Sir, the food is consumed so fast. If we save some at each level, it can last longer. They can't starve to death if they only eat two meals a day. Even the two meals they eat now are less than The three meals I had before were even richer.”

"Beruca, I understand how hard you work for the logistics department." Ryan stood up and walked towards the canteen, "But I thought about this issue earlier than you. I just want to see, in the current situation In the municipal department, can anyone think of this? How can Second Terra's massive urban construction, unlimited funding and food expenditure, and completely unstable economic system not collapse until now? Subjective initiative cannot defeat objective laws. If there is nothing in the pot, porridge cannot be cooked. Since we are about to run out of food, the granaries of other nobles are now the second Terra's. Also, all landowner families should keep appropriate. After the grain is collected, the stored grain will also be allocated to the Second Terra Logistics Department.”

Ryan's tone gradually calmed down, but it made Beruca and Bryce shudder. This meant that Ryan was going to formally seize the resources of Second Terra's original feudal landlord class to nurture Second Terra's continued development.

"Why, don't you think that the landowners' giving food to the farmers is a manifestation of your kindness, but it is absolutely impossible to give it all to these disgusting rats, untouchables, and dirty things who only deserve to work in the farmland for a lifetime, so that they can live a good life. day?"

Ryan turned around and looked at everyone, pointed at the dirty workers behind him, and said:

"In Second Terra, there are only citizens, no nobles."

Suddenly, Bryce remembered some of the words Ryan mentioned when building the canal. At that time, he had already felt fear.

But I never thought that Ryan would really decide to do this, because if he did so, even Gorgart Will, who provided legal support for Second Terra, would not be able to prevent the nobles from turning their anger towards Second Terra. .

But Ryan, who already has the Musketeers, won't care so much. Gaugart is busy preparing for the possible outbreak of the zombie plague, and hopes that Ryan will first integrate all the Turin territories south of the Pachy Mountains. Lest there be a traitor inside and let the plague invade.

Raising land from local tycoons was originally part of Ryan's plan, but now it's time to implement it.