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It's a hundred times faster than farming and quarrying by yourself.

As for those knock-off bosses—the leaders of medium-sized knock-offs are at most at the peak of the second tier, and the smaller ones are even weaker.

With his current strength, fighting him would be a piece of cake.

As Wu Feng was pondering this, he heard footsteps outside.

Mu Lingyun walked in, clasped his hands in a salute, and said, "Boss, the housing upgrades for one batch have been completed. The new residents have also been settled in, and I have selected the most capable fighters and compiled a roster."

He handed me a thin booklet.

Wu Feng took it and flipped through it. The handwriting was neat and tidy, and the name, age, and basic information were clearly written.

A total of more than 560 capable fighters were selected, which is more than previously estimated.

"Well done." Wu Feng put down the booklet. "After the blacksmith shop is built, prioritize equipping these people with weapons. Plain swords and spears will do; let them practice first."

"clear."

"Also," Wu Feng thought for a moment, then added, "the private school building requires a teacher to build. Do you know if there's anyone suitable nearby?"

Mu Lingyun paused for a moment, then shook his head: "I'm new here and unfamiliar with the area. I'm afraid the chief will have to inquire about this himself."

Wu Feng nodded and said nothing more. The teaching position isn't urgent; let's build the basic framework first.

He glanced at the time; it was almost evening.

"I'm going out for a bit. You keep an eye on things in the village for now. We'll talk when I get back."

Mu Lingyun clasped his hands in a fist salute: "Yes."

Wu Feng stood up and walked out of the Hall of Gathering Righteousness.

As he passed through the open space, he glanced at the new residents.

Most people have already settled in; some are tidying up their accommodations, some are chatting together, and a few are helping the craftsmen move materials.

No one caused trouble, and no one ran away.

The people recruited through recruitment notices are unlikely to have low loyalty.

He looked away and went back to his room.

I closed the door and sat down on the edge of the bed.

With a slight thought, the game interface unfolded before my eyes. A tap of my finger logged me out.

A flash of white light.

The hatch slowly slid open. Wu Feng opened his eyes, sat up, and jumped out of the game pod, using the edge as leverage.

My joints cracked twice when my feet landed.

He stretched his shoulders, picked up his phone and keys from the table, and went out the door.

The corridor outside was lit up, the fluorescent lights shining brightly.

He walked out of the building along the corridor and headed towards the cafeteria along the main road.

It was already dark, and the streetlights were casting a dim, yellowish light.

There weren't many people on the road. Occasionally, a few researchers in white lab coats would hurry by, holding folders in their hands and looking down at something.

After walking for about ten minutes, he arrived at the cafeteria. He pushed open the door and was greeted by the aroma of food.

There weren't many people inside, just a few scattered tables.

He went to the food counter, grabbed a tray, ordered two meat dishes, two vegetable dishes, and three bowls of rice, and found a seat by the window.

Halfway through the meal, someone sat down next to me.

"Wu Feng"

He looked up and saw it was Li Dahu.

She sat down next to him, carrying a tray with a meal inside.

"Eating?" Li Dahu asked a pointless question, then picked up his chopsticks and started shoveling rice into his mouth.

Wu Feng hummed in agreement and continued eating.

The two ate quietly for five or six minutes.

After finishing his bowl, Li Dahu went to get another. When he returned, he asked, "How's things going at the mountain stronghold?"

"It's alright." Wu Feng picked up a piece of pork rib. "It's just that there are too few resources. Once the initial resources are used up, it will be difficult to develop further. Starting tomorrow, I plan to raid the surrounding mountain strongholds and get the resources first."

Li Dahu nodded, chewing his food, and mumbled, "They're quick at looting. Those people raid mountain strongholds for experience and equipment, but you want resources. That's interesting."

Wu Feng finished the last few mouthfuls of rice in his bowl, put down his chopsticks, and wiped his mouth with a tissue.

"There's another matter. My current mountain stronghold is short-handed in managing internal affairs. I can't get anything done by myself alone. We need to find a few people who are good at internal affairs—someone to manage accounts, people, and supplies. It would be best to also find a teacher, as there is a private school building in the stronghold that needs a teacher to build."

Li Dahu held his bowl and thought for a moment, then shook his head: "I really don't know about that. I mainly manage the military personnel here, so I'm okay with fighting and killing. As for scholars and strategists, you'll have to ask Professor Zhang. He has all the information; that's what he studies."

Wu Feng nodded; this was pretty much what he had guessed.

"Professor Zhang, please give me your phone number."

Li Dahu took out his phone, scrolled through it, and recited a string of numbers.

Wu Fengcun added the contact to the address book and wrote "Professor Zhang" in the notes.

After eating and drinking their fill, the two of them took the tray to the recycling area and left the cafeteria.

Li Dahu walked towards the training ground, saying he would be leading people in training that night.

Wu Feng stood at the entrance of the cafeteria, took out his phone, and dialed Professor Zhang's number.

It rang three times before the other end answered.

"Feed?"

"Professor Zhang, I am Wu Feng."

"Wu Feng, what's up?" Professor Zhang's voice sounded quite energetic, and there were people talking in the background, as if they were in a meeting.

"My mountain stronghold is built, but now we need people to manage its internal affairs. We need someone to manage the accounts, the personnel, and the supplies, and ideally, a teacher. Do you have any suitable candidates?"

Professor Zhang was silent for two seconds. The voices in the background faded away, as if they had moved to a quieter place.

"We have talent in domestic affairs. There are some NPCs in the game with good abilities, and we have records of their locations and recruitment requirements. If you want, I'll have someone compile a list and send it to you. We also have a few schoolteacher candidates; we'll send them over later."

"OK."

"However, I must remind you," Professor Zhang paused, "that these NPCs can't be recruited simply by spending money. Some require completing specific tasks, while others require reaching a certain level of favorability. Take a look at the list first, pick a few suitable ones, and I'll have someone clearly indicate the specific recruitment methods."

"Okay. Thanks."

"Don't mention it. Make a list of any supplies the stronghold is lacking, and we'll send them to you if we can. The mission to the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun is a major undertaking. Only when you've laid a solid foundation can we keep up."

Wu Feng responded, chatted for a few more minutes, and then hung up the phone.

Why not take advantage of this opportunity? The intelligence gathered by the military is far more detailed than what he could glean from random searches on forums.

Wu Feng hung up the phone, put it in his pocket, and walked back along the main road.

A night breeze blew by, carrying a slight chill.

Back at the villa entrance, he pushed the door open, went inside, and went up to the second floor.

I had just entered the bedroom when my phone vibrated.

He took it out and saw that it was a document sent by Professor Zhang, titled "List of Internal Affairs Talents of the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun".

Clicking on it reveals a list of seven or eight people, their names, positions, abilities, and recruitment criteria clearly written down.

Wu Feng sat on the edge of the bed, reading through the entries one by one.

The first one is named Zhou Wenyuan. He used to be a clerk in the county town, skilled in accounting and personnel management. Now he's living a life of hardship, making a living by setting up a stall in Yingzhou City. His condition for hiring him is: help him redeem his confiscated household registration documents.

The second one is Chen Shou, an old scholar who has been teaching for over twenty years. He currently teaches a few children in a village near Liuhe Town. His recruitment conditions are: a tuition fee of thirty taels of silver and some repairs to his dilapidated school.

The third one is named Sun Delu, a merchant by trade, an expert accountant, and currently running a small business in Mozhou. His condition for recruitment: provide the capital to help him acquire a shop.

Wu Feng's gaze swept back and forth between the first and second items twice.

Zhou Wenyuan had served as a registrar and managed the affairs of a county. Such a person was more than capable of managing the internal affairs of the mountain stronghold.

Chen Shou, an old scholar, had taught for over twenty years, and the private school was entrusted to him with peace of mind.