I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 133 Fighting Again

Relying on his own knowledge (mainly searching for information on the 21st century Internet via mobile phone), Chris determined that the mountains near Bolas Fortress were not suitable for growing crops such as rice and wheat.

He could only grow crops like sweet potatoes, potatoes, and yams, and he had to choose a place without too many stones and not clay soil.

From this perspective, there really isn't much space to grow crops here on Bolas' side. It's definitely impossible to rely on farming to feed the 3,000 refugees who have gathered here and whose numbers are still increasing.

So, after careful consideration, Chris decided to change his approach...the textile industry.

He consulted Isaac and the locals about this matter, but neither of them could give Chris a reliable advice, so he thought and summarized it himself, and then investigated the personal skills of the women among the refugees.

Most of the refugee women who have fled here know some needlework. After training, it is not a problem for them to work as seamstresses in handicraft workshops that produce ready-made clothes. They don't need to have too many styles of clothes; traditional local clothing will suffice.

The problem is that clothes are easy to produce, but where can they be sold?
Chris didn't know. The only thing he was sure of was that there was no hope in the Bagnian internal market... There was still a civil war going on. Who would have the spare money to buy clothes?

Even if there are, how to transport the clothes is a big problem.

Throughout history, both in China and abroad, whenever civil war breaks out in a country, its people will inevitably suffer.

Transporting goods to the Bohemian Empire through previous smuggling channels?

Come on, finished clothes can't be treated like this. Besides, the profit from the unit price of clothes can't support smuggling. The reason why clothes and other goods appear in smuggling in later generations is because they are luxury goods of high-end brands that can be sold at high prices.

Forget it, don't think too much, just do it first. We have to feed the women among the refugees no matter what. If we really can't find a market for them, we can make military uniforms and distribute them to the militia.

No matter what, let's take action first.

Thinking of this, Chris placed an order on the online shopping platform for a pedal-powered textile machine, a pedal-powered sewing machine, and some production tools with simple mechanical structures that did not use electronics and large amounts of chemical materials.

During the test, Chris discovered that as long as what he took out existed in this world, or there were similar products, the gods in the sky of the Greek continent would not react much.

Things like high, medium and low carbon steel also exist in this world. Although they may have been made by a blacksmith by accident and the process cannot be repeated, they do exist.

In addition, Chris also had some doubts about the cultural level of those gods. They seemed to be a little educated. As long as he didn't take out a computer, which was obviously not a product of this era and was not magical, they would not be able to react.

For example, the seamless steel pipe that Chris used to make flintlock rifles. This thing looks insignificant from a distance, but the level of technology inside is actually terrifyingly high. However, they just didn't react and watched Chris use it unscrupulously.

So, when planning the handicraft workshop, Chris had some concerns, but not many.

Chris decided to place the handicraft workshop for finished clothes and textile fabrics in the park in Beach Town because it was in the rear and relatively safe.

In addition to light industry, Chris also plans to learn from "Dunirem" and develop infrastructure, renovate the Bolas Fortress, and build several small military forts on the mountain road leading to Beach Town to block the main traffic route.

It was repaired using cement, steel bars, and stones that are a specialty of Beach Town.

There is also a light rail project underway.

Light industrial processing projects and land reclamation will definitely be able to absorb the refugees gathered here.

However, just when Chris was planning to work as a spy and hide in his own small home to engage in farming activities, others were unwilling to let him feel at ease.

As spring turned to summer and the weather gradually became hotter, traveling merchants from the south of Bolas Fortress brought bad news... The army of the Bagniya Republic was coming.

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"Ding-dong... Ding-dong... Ding-dong..."

The rhythmic sound of hammering echoed through the blacksmith's shop as player "Domirek" worked intently. His upper body was bare, the lines of his muscles etched with sweat and defined.

He swung the hammer vigorously, hitting the sword blank on the iron felt again and again. Each strike was precise and powerful, and sparks flew everywhere, like stars twinkling in the dim blacksmith shop.

Domirek's eyes were firm, his mind focused on the task at hand. His breathing synchronized with the rhythm of his strikes, as if forming a silent communication with the hammer and the sword blank.

As time went by, the sword blank gradually took shape under his careful craftsmanship, revealing a sharp outline.

There were other people in the blacksmith shop. Three young men in polyester shirts were staring with wide eyes, not daring to miss any of Domirek's movements or the details when he was hammering the sword blank.

These were the blacksmith apprentices Domirek recruited from the town of Bichi after he opened the blacksmith shop. In his opinion, the learning abilities of these three people were not high, but their attitudes were very positive, which made Domirek feel comfortable.

Domirek likes blacksmithing. He especially likes to watch a program called "Thousands of Hammers", in which he watches the blacksmiths hammering the iron blanks by hand and slowly turning them into the shape they want.

Unfortunately, Domirek lives on the moon, and because of the special environment there, it is very troublesome to own a blacksmith shop. In addition to the financial issues, he has to go to the fire department to apply and fill out more than a dozen documents.

All in all, the process was so troublesome that Domirek could only realize his dream in the game.

However, no game on the market with blacksmithing content could satisfy Domirek's wishes, simply because these games were not realistic enough.

Until Domirek discovered this... choke, what was it called?

Industrial simulator, Age of Empires?

Well, the name is not important. What is important is that this game is so hardcore that it is no different from reality.

Many players like hardcore games, but they dislike overly hardcore games because they are troublesome.

Domirek also hated it, but since it allowed him to forge iron, he tolerated its other shortcomings.

Domirek paused his hammering, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and panted slightly. He looked up at the corner of the smithy, where various ores and tools were piled high. His eyes wandered among the miscellaneous items, as if he was thinking about something.

"Master, what are you thinking about?"

One of the apprentices asked cautiously, breaking the silence in the blacksmith shop.

Domirek came back to his senses, smiled slightly, and said, "I was thinking, although this game is hardcore enough, sometimes the reality can make people feel tired."

The apprentices looked at each other, seemingly not quite understanding what their master meant. What was a game? What was reality? What did this mean?
Domirek continued. "You know what? I'm on the moon. Although technology is advanced, the feeling of crafting something with my own hands is irreplaceable. This game allows me to experience the real ironworking process, but it also makes me realize that there's still a gap between reality and games."

As he spoke, Domirek turned around and picked up a piece of tempered steel that he had forged himself, gently stroking the surface, as if he could feel the power contained in it.

"In the game, I can spend countless hours to create a perfect weapon, but in reality, time is limited. I can't try again and again until I am satisfied like in the game."

Domirek sighed and put the ingot back in its place. "However, this also makes me appreciate the things I can do in the game even more. Although the process is tedious, every success brings me immense satisfaction."

He picked up the hammer again and refocused his gaze on the sword blank. "Alright, let's continue. Remember, whether in games or in real life, focus and patience are paramount. Only then can you create a work that truly belongs to you."

The apprentices nodded. Although they didn't understand, they remembered these words firmly, and there was a glint of admiration in their eyes... Domirek, who let them be blacksmith apprentices, provided them with food and lodging, and also paid them, was a good man. A good man must have his reasons for saying this.

The apprentices gathered around again, continuing to observe Domirek's every move.

The hammer fell again, the clanging sound rang out again, and the previous rhythm returned to the blacksmith shop.

Domirek's heart was filled with renewed strength. He knew that although he couldn't realize all his dreams in reality, at least in this virtual world, he could pursue his passion to the fullest, and no matter how difficult the process, he would never regret it.

"Clap clap clap!"

A burst of applause interrupted Domirek's attention at this moment. He did not stop and looked at the uninvited guest outside the forging area of ​​the blacksmith shop.

Oh, it’s the mayor.

"Mayor of Rem, what are you doing here?"

"Can you please stop calling my name?"

Damn you! Rem slapped his forehead and couldn't help complaining to Domirek.

"I don't dare go out now. Everyone calls my name and I feel like they are scolding me."

"Then why did you choose this ID?"

"Fuck, I regret it too. I was possessed by a ghost."

As he said that, Diunirem looked at the hammer in Domirek's hand and sighed.

"What I regret most is that when I became mayor, I thought I could abuse my power for personal gain and use public funds to build a water hammer so I could work happily on ironwork. But now, every day when I go online, I'm so busy that I spend more time holding a pen than a hammer."

Domirek didn't know what to say about the mayor's complaint. He felt that whatever he said would be wrong.

But from a personal point of view, Domirek is a little grateful to Rem.

Because there was no park established by the latter and no offline network promotion for him, Domirek really didn't know that there was such a game that could allow him to have fun shooting iron and put the knowledge he learned from reality into practice.

But although I am grateful, it is a bit annoying to have this guy nagging here... He is disturbing me too much while I am working on my ironwork.

Domirek handed the hammer to the apprentice beside him and asked him to heat the sword blank. He picked up the towel beside him to wipe the sweat off his body and walked towards the mayor.

"Is something wrong?"

"Indeed, something's up. The prince is going to war soon, so I came to your place to get some supplies for the militia."

Due to the influx of refugees, the militia in Beach Town has also expanded from two hundred people to one thousand people.

Basically, it can be said that every household in Beach Town has someone joining the militia, obtaining militia land, and eating Prince Chris's military rations.

In order to support so many militiamen, the town of Biqi basically divided up all the public fields in the town, and most of the land outside that could be used to grow crops was militia fields.

As for the newly reclaimed land... well, can virgin land be compared with cultivated land?

Even in the 21st century with the supply of fertilizers, new land can hardly be used to grow anything. It is a great fortune if the harvest can recover the cost of seeds and labor.

If you want to turn virgin land into cultivated land, you have to level the land, deep plow the soil, dry and weather it, apply organic fertilizer, plant green manure, and cultivate it multiple times. After completing all the processes, it will take about two years.

The purpose of Diunirem expanding the militia is very simple, which is to win over the hearts of the people and at the same time check and balance the refugees.

Since the team has expanded, the equipment must also keep up. There was no rush before because Rem thought there was still time and could take it slowly. Who knew that the war would break out before summer was even over.

"What do you want?"

"I want everything, all the stock in your blacksmith shop..."

Diunirem ran around all the blacksmith shops in the park and told all the players that his superior, Prince Chris, had already allocated funds, so there was no pressure at all in purchasing.

However, even if you go shopping freely, you won't be able to buy too many weapons and equipment, because the park project has only been going on for two months. Apart from the players, the NPC blacksmiths have not been trained yet. They are all blacksmith apprentices and do not have the ability to forge iron independently.

Therefore, most of the weapons and equipment of the armed militia still have to be provided by Prince Chris.

Needless to say, the First Infantry Regiment led and trained by Isaac only had a total of a thousand people.

But the reality is that war will never wait until you are prepared.

The Bagnian Republic did not send any envoys at all, but immediately dispatched a large army to attack the border. The so-called Third Corps and its auxiliary troops, nearly 20,000 people, claiming to be an army of 50,000, were approaching the Bolas Fortress.

The activities of the players from the Mountain Tigers and other regiments in their territory not only did not slow down the Republic's actions, but accelerated them a bit, as if the entire army was moving in one wave... If I can't kill you, I will kill myself.

This left Chris puzzled, but he had to interrupt his farming and industrial plans and start mobilizing for war.

(End of this chapter)