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He scanned the options, reading them one by one.

[Daily Refresh: Large mountain strongholds can automatically refresh 10 level 40 bandits daily (can be recruited, requires food).]

[Recruitment in the Hall of Righteousness: Recruitment orders can be posted in the Hall of Righteousness to recruit wandering martial artists, refugees, deserters, etc., to join the stronghold. The success rate of recruitment depends on the stronghold's reputation and the strength of the stronghold leader.]

[Recruitment: You can recruit NPCs who are not part of the righteous path, with a certain chance of getting them to join your stronghold.]

[Construction: Facilities such as farmland, logging camps, quarries, iron mines, training grounds, and arrow towers can be built.]

[Warehouse: Stores supplies; can be upgraded and expanded.]

Wu Feng nodded after reading it.

It's starting to resemble a construction management business.

Ten level 40 bandits are automatically refreshed every day, which is equivalent to giving away ten henchmen for free every day.

Recruiting and winning over key personnel is the main means of expansion in the Hall of Gathering Righteousness. Building functional structures is the foundation of development.

He first clicked on the "Shanzhai" (bandit village) name column and changed "Unnamed" to "Qingfengzhai".

After changing the name, the information at the top of the interface automatically refreshes: [Qingfeng Village - Large Mountain Stronghold].

He looked at the other functions and got a general idea of ​​what was going on.

Ten thousand units of grain may seem like a lot, but if several thousand people are recruited, this amount of grain won't last long.

The timber, stone, and iron ingots are enough for a while, but not enough for future expansion; we'll have to mine them ourselves.

He closed the management interface and glanced at the character panel.

A miniature version of the character is displayed in the upper left corner of the interface; he is dressed as a swordsman, with a straw hat covering the brim.

But above his head, a line of words appeared—a golden name: [Chief of Qingfeng Village]

Wu Feng stared at the line of text for two seconds, then rolled his eyes.

He really did become a bandit monster.

In the future, when players see this line of text above his head while walking on the street, their first reaction will probably be, "What good stuff does this BOSS drop?"

He closed the character panel and stood in the open space, thinking for a moment.

First, hire people.

He opened his backpack and took out three recruitment notices.

He thought about it and decided not to use it all at once. He would test the waters with a thousand people first.

With a thought, he used the recruitment order.

Suddenly, a white light shone on the open ground in front of them.

As the white light faded, a dark mass of people appeared in the open space—men and women, dressed in coarse cloth, some carrying bundles, their faces blank as they looked around.

A middle-aged man stood at the front of the crowd. Upon seeing Wu Feng, he immediately bowed and greeted him respectfully in a hoarse voice: "Boss."

The group of people behind him bowed in unison and shouted, "Boss!"

Wu Feng glanced at the group of people. There were a thousand people, filling most of the open space, including young men and women.

He nodded, his tone calm: "Stay in the stronghold for now, don't go out. We'll arrange accommodations later."

"Yes, boss." A man responded and turned to signal the crowd to disperse.

The crowd moved quietly toward the wooden houses; some were looking for places to stay, while others stood by the roadside, looking around aimlessly.

Wu Feng reopened the counterfeit management interface.

The numbers at the top of the screen have changed: [Residents: 1000/2000]

The grain category has also changed: [Grain: 10000/unit (-1000/unit per day)]

His lips twitched.

With 10,000 units of grain and 1,000 people living there, 1,000 units of grain would be deducted from their daily quota.

If a thousand people eat a thousand units of grain a day, it will be gone in ten days.

The 10,000 units of grain sent to build the large mountain stronghold were only enough to feed 1,000 people for ten days.

He frowned and stared at the line of numbers for a few seconds.

Grain production was zero.

The mountain stronghold had just been built, and no land had been planted yet; all the food was from the previously looted stockpiles.

Living off one's savings will lead to ruin; it won't last long.

He opened the construction list and scanned it from top to bottom.

Farmland - Level 1 farmland, small in size, low in yield, takes one hour to build, requires 100 pieces of wood and 100 pieces of stone, and requires five laborers.

The logging camp is built on the edge of the forest and automatically produces timber. It requires 200 pieces of timber and 200 pieces of stone, and 30 laborers.

The quarry is located at the foot of the mountain and automatically produces stone. It requires 200 pieces of wood and 200 pieces of stone, as well as 30 laborers.

The training ground—a facility to enhance the combat effectiveness of the residents—requires 500 pieces of wood, 300 pieces of stone, and 10 laborers.

Arrow towers are defensive structures built on stockade walls and in key locations. They require 100 pieces of wood, 50 pieces of stone, and two laborers.

He first selected ten plots of farmland to confirm the construction.

A pop-up message appears: "Constructing ten level-one farms requires 1000 wood, 1000 stone, and 50 labor. Confirm?"

Wu Feng glanced at the timber and stone inventory—ten thousand kilos of timber and ten thousand kilos of stone, enough for their needs. As for labor? Those thousand people were just sitting idle anyway.

He clicked "confirm".

The open space immediately became lively.

A man dressed in shorts walked out of the crowd, carrying a hoe, and headed towards the open space.

A group of people followed behind him, some carrying timber, some carrying stones, and some carrying ropes and rulers, measuring the area, marking lines, and digging soil in the open space.

Wu Feng glanced at it twice, then looked away and continued flipping through the construction list.

The housing is currently sufficient, with a capacity of two thousand people, but only one thousand are currently occupied, leaving half empty.

He also ordered the construction of a logging camp and a quarry.

[Building a lumberyard requires 200 wood, 200 stone, and 30 labor. Confirm.]

[Building a quarry requires 200 wood, 200 stone, and 30 labor. Confirm.]

A prompt popped up on the screen, and he confirmed it one by one.

On the eastern side of the mountain village, near the woods, a group of people began to set up scaffolding and erect wooden stakes to build a logging camp.

At the foot of the mountain to the west, another group of people were clearing rubble, building stone walls, and constructing a quarry.

He glanced at the resource panel again.

Timber prices dropped from 10,000 to 8,600, and stone prices dropped from 10,000 to 8,600.

Ten farmlands, one logging camp, and one quarry—that's already the maximum number of buildings you can construct.

The next step is to upgrade these buildings, which will be sufficient for the early stages.

Once these facilities are built, we will be able to produce our own food, timber, and stone, and we won't have to rely on robbing anymore.

He closed the construction list, stood on the steps in front of the main hall, and looked at the busy crowd in the mountain village.

Some people were moving timber, some were stacking stones, and some were leveling the ground. It was quite lively.

He withdrew his gaze, turned around, and walked into the Hall of Gathering Righteousness.

The main hall was empty, with a long table in the center and chairs around it.

Wu Feng walked to the head seat at the end of the long table, leaned back in his chair, and gently tapped the armrest with his fingers.

The food problem must be solved as soon as possible.

Ten plots of farmland can be planted and completed in an hour, but production takes time.

The yield of primary farmland is not high; even ten plots of land probably cannot support a thousand people.

We still have to rely on scrambling.

The surrounding mountain strongholds—Black Wind Stronghold, Tiger Crouching Stronghold, and Eagle Beak Stronghold—are all ready-made granaries.

Once we capture it, we'll have food.

He squinted, his mind starting to make plans.

First, sweep through the surrounding small and medium-sized mountain strongholds.

Seize the food and supplies.

Wu Feng looked at the group of newly recruited residents in the open space.

A thousand people, men and women, dressed in coarse cloth, their faces showing the bewilderment of someone who has just arrived in a strange place.

Some were squatting on the ground, while others were standing and looking around.

He glanced at it a few times and got a general idea of ​​what was going on.

There were about five hundred young and middle-aged men, and about half of them looked like they could fight.

The rest were either older, thin-armed and thin-legged scholars, and many were women and children with their families.

"There are only about two hundred who can fight," Wu Feng muttered under his breath.

The people recruited by this recruitment drive were indeed not very good.

They are residents, just ordinary people.

They're good at farming and working, but they'd be in serious trouble if taken out to fight.

He stood on the steps for a while, then turned and walked back to the Hall of Gathering Righteousness, sat down in the main seat, and gently tapped the armrest with his fingers.