Alien world

Chapter 1312 Chapter 234. Alms
The territory has expanded, but the number of staff remains the same, and in the fiercely competitive broken mining area, it will attract covetousness at any time.

Joan picked up the skills she had learned when she was doing business - quickly integrating into the local rules: asking the foreman to pick some people from the hard laborers to serve as thugs.

The number of hard laborers in Hyjal Ditch is even smaller than that of the Fire Dragon Gang, only thirty-nine people, and the size is almost half smaller.

The hard laborers who had been digging in the dark mines for a long time had more or less some problems, so Joan lowered the requirements and asked them to hold a 50-pound coal basket above their heads for three seconds.

This was not difficult for those who relied on physical labor. Except for some who were too weak to do the job, there were a total of twenty-two people who met the requirements.

Joan also fulfilled her promise and made them thugs with a wave of her hand, so that they could escape from hell. Then she told the desperate laborers not to cry and repeated the salary increase she had mentioned not long ago.

"Really?"

The feelings of the hard workers can be summed up in one sentence.

Nothing is more touching than reality. Joan asked the foreman - no, now it was the deputy boss - to take the food off the cart.

The gang members who escaped took away everything they could, and the only thing left was the coal that had been mined in the past few days. Fortunately, Joan was well prepared.

"Don't worry, there will still be a chance when our Fire Dragon Gang recruits more people."

Seeing the grateful faces of the laborers, Joan pursed her lips. Just a few words from her changed their lives forever... and whose husbands, whose sons, whose fathers were they?

She began to understand why Annan had a special liking for saving the poor...

The distance between Hyjal Ravine and Valoran Basin, where the coal mines were controlled by the Fire Dragon Gang, was only five or six miles. However, in the wilderness with heavy snow covering the mountains, it would take at least an hour to walk this distance.

Joan wanted to let the deputy gang leader keep an eye on this place, but Harding refused and said he wanted to follow Joan and serve her. Joan had no choice but to give the opportunity to manage the branch mine to her former lackey.

The former lackey who was suddenly hit by the bone was ecstatic and said that he would definitely defend Hyjal Trench to the death for the new gang leader!

"That's not necessary... If the coal mine is gone, we can just take it back. If you die in battle, it's gone for real."

Joan's words filled these gang members, who had just known each other for less than three hours, with loyalty.

On the way back to Hygard, Joan asked Harding, "Where did you get all these hard laborers from?"

"Slave traders come every week, and sometimes they bring a few carts of workers to make a living."

"I think there are too few freemen now. How about expanding it?"

"Free folk?"

"Oh, the Fire Dragon Gang is too vulgar. I plan to change it to a new name, the Freedom Gang."

The deputy gang leader led the cheers: "What a good name!"

"You understand what I mean?"

The deputy gang leader shook his head: "I don't understand."

Joan guessed so. As for expanding the gang, Harding agreed with both hands.

"But we think you are a professional..."

Joan thought it was time to give them some background information: "Why do you think a female warrior like me would come here alone to do hard labor?"

Harding opened his mouth wide. He didn't dare to think about it...

"Who's there!"

Joan suddenly looked to her side, where a blurry gray shadow flashed by and disappeared into the snow like a mouse.

Rat man... ?
"It's the vagabonds, sir," said Harding. "They're so slippery that even slave traders have a hard time catching them."

Joan thought about it and continued to move forward.

"Are they great?"

"Awesome? Boss, they have no other skills except hiding here and there like rats!"

"You seem to hate them."

If Harding hadn't wanted to show off in front of the new boss, he would have greeted them with the most vicious words: "Who hasn't had things stolen by vagrants? They are omnipresent! It's a good thing we got here early, boss. Otherwise, they would have stolen all the coal in Haigar Valley!"

Joan had some vague ideas, but they couldn't form them into shape. She wondered what Annan would do if he were here.

She stopped and asked the truck to unload all the food, then put up a sign next to it. "Who among you can read?"

The gang members looked at each other and shook their heads.

Joan was naturally fluent in the common language, and she asked this question only to assess the literacy level of the wanderers... You couldn't expect them to be able to read.

Joan scratched her head and simply drew a big smiley face on the snow next to the pile of food.

"Okay, let's go back." Joan patted her wet hands and returned to the team.

Harding didn't dare to speak, and walked a distance before asking: "Boss, this is..."

"You haven't dealt with homeless people before?"

"Will we kill them if we catch them?"

"Well... not really."

"That's not the case."

"Have you ever considered that a group of nimble mountain rats like this might have some skills?"

Harding protested: "They eat human flesh!"

"you're right……"

Although the homeless people have a miserable background and deserve sympathy, the idea of ​​cannibalism is somewhat difficult to accept...

Forget it, the deputy captain Skeeter who is responsible for contacting the wanderers has worked with Paladin Ryan for so long that he knows what to do.

The figures of Joan and her group disappeared into the wind and snow.

As soon as a thin layer of snow fell on the supplies piled on the roadside, vague outlines appeared around them.

They hunched over the food Joan had deliberately left behind and started to scramble for it.

The smiley face painted next to it was repeatedly stepped on by footprints, and soon it could no longer be seen.

……

Joan felt an inexplicable sense of security when she returned to the Valoran Basin.

Is it because he is the boss of the "Freedom Gang"?

Or are you feeling refreshed because you just did a good deed?

After a busy day, she was a little hungry and sat by the stove in the shed to cook food.
Just as the sky began to get a little gloomy, the coal-collecting caravan she had been eagerly awaiting arrived - without the slaves.

It seems that we won’t be able to add more helpers in a short time.

Joan became a hands-off manager and left the sale of the mine to Harding, calling it exercise, while she herself hid in the shed to eat.

Soon, the noise outside faded away, and Harding came in with a purse and presented it to Joan.

Joan frowned as soon as she took it, opened it and took a look inside.

"Why so many? Didn't you do as I told you?"

Harding said hurriedly: "I have done it, but you are the boss, and the boss should take half..."

Joan finally understood why the former gang leader fought so hard. If it were her own situation a few years ago, she would have fought hard too.

"I don't want my half anymore. I'll give it all to you."

"This……"

"What's wrong? Too little?"

Harding was very cautious, fearing that this was another test: "You are the boss..."

Joan was addicted to playing Annan: "What's wrong with the boss? Tell them, I, An... ahem, I, Joan, love the people like my own children. You are my subordinates, and I will lead you to make a fortune!"

(End of this chapter)