Vientiane Throne of Civilization

Chapter 811 The best
This winter can be regarded as the first winter that the New World has experienced since it was integrated into the Zhou Dynasty.

With a breath of hot breath, the workers who had just finished work gathered together in small groups and ran towards the cafeteria. While running, they discussed a few words about what dishes were available in the cafeteria tonight. It seemed that they had become the biggest problem along the way. pleasure.

Entering the cafeteria, one could clearly feel that it was much warmer. The group of people did not dare to delay, so they quickly took the plates from the side and ran to queue up for meals.

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 at ease.

Looking at the scene in front of him, a worker who was queuing couldn't help but feel in a trance.

"What's wrong? Don't have enough food money at the end of the month?"

The worker next to him noticed something was wrong with him and asked casually.

Facing the concern from his co-workers, the worker quickly came to his senses and then said something with emotion.

"No, it's nothing. I just didn't expect that I could live such a life. Even now, I feel a bit unreal. Do you think this is a dream?"

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 from the storyteller and the 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.

Meanwhile, his influence continues to spread in another unexpected place...

"At that time, I saw His Majesty dressed in military uniform, riding up with three hundred cavalry! The clanking iron hooves made the earth tremble! With that slogan..."

"The ambition to be trapped in a battle will lead to death but not life!!"

In a tree house in the wood elf village, a group of wood elves were gathered around the stove, listening to the tribesman sitting in the center talking with joy about 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, performed appropriate artistic processing, and promoted them in restaurants everywhere.

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.

But the publicity effect here in this wood elf is undoubtedly the best.

Just listen to the wood elf talking about Zhou Xu's characters, he knows them all by heart, and he even talks about them with emotion and emotion, which is fascinating.

If Zhou Xuruo 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, who was sitting next to him while holding a handful of melon seeds, 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 Great Zhou Emperor, Locke became a little angry.

However, this incident also reminded him. While the brat's story 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 elf clan..."

"Hey, the anthracite in the stove is almost gone. Whose turn is it to move it? Hurry up and carry a bag over."

Before Locke finished speaking, one of the wood elves who were watching shouted while fiddling with the anthracite in the stove.

"It's my turn, go now."

At the same time, the other wood elves were busy with their own affairs and stood up one after another.

"After crushing the melon seeds, I'm going to get a package of melon seeds." "I'll get some dried fruits too."

"It's finally halftime, I'm going to put some water in."

"Wait for me, I'll come too."

"No, I have to go find another wool blanket in the cupboard. I really can't stand the cold."

"..."

Looking at the clansmen who were about to disperse instantly, the veins on Locke's forehead slowly popped out, and he subconsciously held his staff.

"Everyone, sit down!"

Facing 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 had no idea what was going on.

"When we were listening to the book just now, you were all so positive. What's wrong? When it's your turn, you didn't care at all about your own affairs?!"

Just when Locke was about to give these brats a good lesson.

One of the wood elves weakly raised his hand.

Locke frowned when he saw it.

"what's up?"

"Um, patriarch. The heater is going out. Are you really not going to get coal?"

Hearing this, Locke's eyes swept across the stove.

The weather was getting cold at the moment. After getting used to the heating of the stove, if this went out, his old bones would 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 quickly disappeared.

Taking this opportunity, the voices of those wood elves who wanted to leave but failed to do so sounded again...

"Clan leader. I really can't hold it in anymore and I'm going to die!!"

"I'm going to die from the cold if I can't find the wool blanket anymore."

"Without melon seeds, I feel so uncomfortable."

"There are also dried fruits..."

"..."

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 away, go away! Get out of here!"

Upon 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?!"

　Update sent, thanks to the book friend "You are at a loss for words" for the reward!

　　
　
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