Will the kemonomimi encounter Alien Ranch Story?

The internal struggles eased somewhat, and they began a large-scale self-examination; the result, well…

As far as Swire knew, few suspicions of mind control were uncovered, but a whole host of other ridiculous and nonsensical things were found.

For example, Queen Victoria had more than one body double, and the body double was her half-sister. The reason the body double was discovered was very simple.

Because everyone initially suspected that the Queen was being controlled, they scrutinized every action and detail under a magnifying glass—but even the best double can't completely transform into another person, and this research led to problems.

This discovery delighted the Dragon faction, but old Swire was furious. Whether the Dragon faction or the Lion faction came to power, it was a good thing.

This means that Victoria, who has always relied entirely on the inertia of civil servants, now has a new power center.

The Dragon faction had already been decimated, and although Aslan lost Theresis, he took over her assets in Victoria. He then relentlessly pursued the matter of Theresis, and it seemed that the new Queen Victoria would end the war between the dragon and the lion, and the country would once again restore order.

Then at this moment, the Dragon faction was given a shot in the arm. Well, all the previous battles were for nothing, and now the two factions are going to fight again. As an enlightened nobleman of Victoria, Swire, who still had some patriotism, was having a headache.

"Why are there extreme infected individuals..." Razer leaned against the steering wheel. "I think the treatment here is already quite good. When I go to the cafeteria for meals, those infected individuals don't seem to be anything special."

“Extremists are hard to predict…” Franka sat in the passenger seat, cleaning the components of the molten sword. “Who knows what they’re thinking?”

"For example, those religious figures in Lataram, how do you know what they've done?"

“That makes sense!” Razer was patrolling the factory area according to the pre-arranged route. It was lunchtime, and apart from the necessary shift workers, everyone else had gone to eat. However, there were also some people rushing in the opposite direction.

"Hey, where are you going? Something wrong?" Razer stopped the car and asked the middle-aged infected worker who was passing by, "Isn't it lunchtime now?"

"Ugh... this matter—" The other person's face was full of frustration, "My son's parents have been called in for a fight at school, and I have to get there right away!"

"Would you like us to give you a ride? The campus is a bit far..."

"Oh, I can't accept that, thank you so much."

"Get in the car!" Soon the security department's car stopped at the school gate, leaving the few unruly kids who were being punished standing at the gate dumbfounded. Their faces seemed to say, "Why did this have to happen?" They seemed to think they were about to be handed over to the security department.

However, what followed was not much better than the handover to the security department, as they saw their angry old father jump out of the carriage with a stick in his hand.

"Tsk tsk tsk, what a heroic scene!" Amidst the deafening wailing of the unruly child and the father's furious roar, Razer reversed and slid out of the parking space at the school gate, heading towards the next patrol location.

In central Kazdel, at Rabbit Valley Junction Station, a locomotive clattered into the station. After turning around, it underwent refueling and maintenance. Meanwhile, a railcar had already pulled over a new empty car, which was then attached to the locomotive. The train then proceeded along the opposite track to the loading platform.

Cranes place containers filled with goods onto trucks, and at the rear of the trucks are two passenger compartments. The most important local product is "people".

To be precise, the Sarkaz people, displaced people from the south who could not survive, and runaway slaves and refugees from the north would come here in search of a way out.

Although their destinations were either illegal mines or entertainment areas, a considerable number of them became manual laborers or more normal workers.

However, considering the intensity of the work here, it's hard to say whether this fate has improved or worsened.

Rather than letting these people die in the black mine, it would be better to let those who have been tempered by life and hardship into basic discipline and survival skills play a better role on the farm.

Of course, another function is to balance the genders. In some places, there are too many men, and in other places, there are only women. It's important to balance them out, otherwise, problems will arise.

Just as Petrenko said, the logistics and personnel department obviously had no intention of booking group tickets for everyone in the entertainment area. The Sarkaz succubi they sent were all strong young women, with average looks, only decent-looking.

And of course, there were also pretty and charming young girls. Unfortunately, their future wasn't in textile factories, but rather they would be stuffed into schools to become "entertainment industry workers" on farms.

Did you think it was the kind of thing worth criticizing? But it wasn't, because Lao Xia started planting cotton and mulberry trees on a large scale, and the looms were already designed.

He was certainly not one of those local Terran factory owners still playing the primitive game of cheap, low-cost textile production – he was definitely going to add value, endorsements, and advertising.

So what could be a more convenient and easy-to-use clothes hanger than these charming and adorable succubus girls and pretty succubus boys?

Therefore, their entertainment industry is legitimate, and Old Xia really can't stand Terra's backward entertainment activities anymore. Johnny from the moon has raised many opinions on this point. There are only two mainstream TV stations, and the programs are quite boring. They need some high-level guidance from a higher civilization.

However, as a good kid who was able to get into Star Alliance University, Lao Xia really didn't know much about this kind of thing.

On the contrary, Johnny, who never intended to harm his own brain in the first place, seems to be playing around more openly.

Those with sweet voices can choose to pursue a career as singers. They will first be educated by music teachers invited by Longmen, and then their further development will be left to Skadi. We'll discuss it when she returns. Old Xia has already thought of a name for the company: "Siren Entertainment."

In addition, dance and performances can also be organized. The material construction is almost complete. After the basic material needs are met, the spiritual and cultural needs will become more prominent. Lao Xia and Talulah talked for a long time about this. The problem of farm workers fighting and playing cards when they have nothing to do must be changed.

Simply increasing their workload and making them go home to sleep will not improve productivity in the long run, and may even damage their health. Most importantly, it will hinder population growth and recovery.

Therefore, necessary entertainment and relaxation are very important, and these can also play a certain role in promotion.

It spreads advanced values ​​and social organization systems, but this makes it difficult to produce excellent scripts and creations—fortunately, who is Talulah!

The Duke's adopted daughter, raised with strict aristocratic education, is known as the Silver-Haired Nobleman because of her overly masculine demeanor. However, even as a nobleman, she possesses a full range of talents in drama and music appreciation.

However, this project is still some time away from completion. The hardware aspect, however, is much simpler; broadcasting and playback equipment are currently being designed and manufactured.

Unlike before, this time it was designed and produced by the Terran people themselves. Lao Xia only offered some suggestions, and the rest of the research and development and manufacturing work was done by their own employees.

Of course, they seem to have gone astray too; whenever they encounter a problem that conventional techniques can't solve, they think of using wet crafting, just like Old Xia. However, Old Xia's Originium Arts wet crafting library has become much more comprehensive, and he can always find something suitable.

However, Lao Xia instructed them to optimize as much as possible during this period and reduce the number of wet parts, since wet part production capacity cannot increase exponentially, and it would be best to achieve the desired effect without using wet parts.

[PS]

The thought of the Little Donkey brand TV makes me feel incredibly disgusted...

Chapter Nine: The fuse has been laid.

Chapter nine

Rabbit Valley was being hauled in bus after busload of people, mostly girls, and young and beautiful Sarkaz girls at that. About 70% of them were bought from nearby markets, while the remaining 30% were "supplies" snatched from entertainment venues.

These girls came from various backgrounds, including being sold by their families to support their younger brothers or sisters who were strong laborers, being used to pay off debts, and being kidnapped or sold as prisoners of war. The sources were diverse and the numbers were large.

As Sarkaz people, the locals were not angry or saddened by this sight, but rather numb and accustomed to it. Petrenko and the other members of the Yeti squad, on the other hand, felt extremely aggrieved. In their opinion, a squad should be immediately dispatched to wipe out the entire human city.

According to Vasily's reconnaissance platoon, although the local slave traders' guards were not weak, they were no match for the mechanized infantry platoon composed of these veterans. They could be taken down with a single charge, and the city-state's lord could even be hanged.

However, this made no sense, as there were other slave markets besides this one, and the locals couldn't understand their motives.

Even more tragically, shutting down these slave markets is easy, but what about the families who are waiting to sell their children to get money to pay off debts or buy winter supplies?

Even the latter is relatively easy to handle. Prices are cheap at the Oasis Farm, and all we need to do is transfer a batch of supplies to ensure that everyone has a safe winter. But we can't keep raising them like this forever, can we?

Moreover, those loan sharks and creditors have no desire for these peasants to live a good life. It's easy to eliminate the slave market, but it's a bit difficult to eliminate these guys, and they might not even be understood, because there will always be people who are content to be slaves and unwilling to stand up.

This is also what makes Petrenko and his comrades feel extremely frustrated and upset—they cannot change this society, despite any seemingly kind actions.

This would only make matters worse. The only solution is to completely change or even transform this distorted and cruel society.

To change this society, we need people, a lot of people: soldiers, scholars, bureaucrats, and merchants. If we have people, why would we need to buy people from the slave market?

After witnessing what happened outside the farm, every officer and veteran in the Yeti squad now understood what the boss meant by "taking too big a step will backfire," and they also understood why Boss Xia had given up good places like Ursus Farm and Lungmen to come here.

“Remember everything you saw today…” Vasily said to the Sarkaz recruits who had been specially gathered together, “Remember every face you saw, and every story you are about to hear.”

“We can’t do anything right now because you haven’t grown up yet, but that doesn’t mean you’ll just drift through each day like this.”

This is a huge undertaking, much like the Ursus farm. Revolution is not embroidery, nor is it a dinner party, much less the leisurely pursuit of intellectuals pointing out the flaws of the state of the nation. It requires a step-by-step approach.

Start with the most basic steps, adjust and grow according to the actual situation, rather than rigid dogma and emotional, simplistic anger.

"Are you angry?" On the other side, Petrenko, who was counting the girls who had been brought in, looked at the new recruits of the Second Company whose expressions were gradually becoming distorted because of the girls' experiences and their stories.

“Anger is useless. You want to vent your anger on those slave traders, that’s fine, but if that’s all you do, you’re no different from those swordsmen and pardoners. They haven’t changed the Sarkaz in the past few hundred years, and they won’t be of any use in the future.”

"You must remain calm. Only with calmness and reason can you understand who your enemy is, understand?"

Petrenko did not give the recruits any weapons. All they could do was stand there and watch as the slave traders, beaming with joy, led over the young Sarkaz girls who were tied together like pigs.

Then watch them huddle together in fear, like quails in a storm, and watch them being forced to strip naked by slave traders, their thin, scarred bodies exposed in public, to show that they are healthy slaves—no different from those animals? No, it should be said that the animals even have more dignity than them.

“Remember today. Today we can give them some basic dignity. But you must understand, this is just one city in Sarkaz. There are countless towns like this in the central region. The girls in the entertainment district you wanted to go to a few days ago all came from this kind of place.” Many Sarkaz recruits showed embarrassed and ashamed expressions.

Vasily was in charge of organizing the girls to change into the clothes sent by the farm, and then registering their names according to age, special skills and tribe. Some of them were specially trained and knew music and dance, so they were sent to the cultural troupe, while ordinary working women were assigned to textile factories and other auxiliary departments according to their skills. Finally, the girls who knew nothing were loaded onto trucks and sent to the oasis farm.

There are specialized training camps or technical schools there that teach them a skill.

Perfect timing! Next, Lao Xia will be planting cotton extensively, and the cotton textile industry will be able to absorb this population effectively.

The textile industry is a typical labor-intensive industry; large textile mills begin production as soon as cotton is harvested.

Next, Lao Xia will officially start the fire, and the people who survive the wildfire will be absorbed by the textile industry, so that there will not be a large number of landless people.

These industrialized farmers will soon become workers with considerable discipline and knowledge, and from among these workers, those with firm beliefs and some management experience can be selected as the initial management cadres.

Objectively speaking, whether they were peasants, slaves, or herdsmen, they were not people with a strong revolutionary will. They had long been under clan rule, and their long-term illiteracy and information isolation made them a group that was more averse to and resistant to change than the nobles.

China's worker-peasant alliance was built on a century of tragedy in modern times. People were like weeds, cut down one after another, and were forged in the high-temperature furnace of internal and external troubles. Even so, a large number of feudal clan remnants have not been eliminated even in modern times.

Old Xia lacked both the external conditions and the more than two hundred years to wait for them to be forged by hardship.

Two hundred years from now, when they awaken, the sun will have reduced the entire civilization to ashes, and by then it will be too late.

Therefore, his only solution was to set fire to a place and create a terrible disaster, forcing them to either stand up or be burned to death on their knees. Only in this way could he change the Sarkaz and even the Terrans, who had become accustomed to plunder, enslavement, and numbness.

Cruel, cold-blooded, and merciless, but everyone, including Patriot, agreed to the whole plan, even Talulah, who neither supported nor opposed it.

Patriot, needless to say, was a pragmatist. In his words, he had been fighting these things all his life and would continue to do so. He had already killed countless people and didn't care about killing more in the future. As a warrior, he was not afraid of sacrifice, but he demanded that sacrifice be worthwhile.

Over the next few days, Vasily and his men organized several social gatherings, with two objectives: firstly, to provide these men with a legitimate and reasonable avenue for social interaction.

After all, soldiers with families are more reliable than bachelors; they will fight to protect their families and are less likely to desert or be bribed.

The second purpose is to make these people understand that although they are now living a good life because they were selected for the guard team.

However, many Sarkaz people are still in the same boat, or even worse than they used to be.

As a result, the first objective was completely unsuccessful. The social gathering turned into a complaining session from the start, and the difference between the Sarkaz nobles and the Ursus nobles left Peter and his companions dumbfounded. In short, it was like "catching a toad and squeezing out its piss."

The nobles of Ursus need to win over ordinary people and persecute the infected with all their might, potentially resulting in the infected having their last bundle of moss taken. The inspectors are tyrannical, but they are relatively restrained towards ordinary villages. [This is mentioned in the Talulah storyline.]

The Sarkaz, on the other hand, no longer discriminate against the infected, and their nobles no longer need to appease one faction to oppress another. Therefore, the infected and ordinary people here live the same lives as the Ursus infected.

Furthermore, the snowy plains of Ursus can cause your population to rapidly disappear if you truly exploit them to the bone. Even though nobles don't consider commoners human, they still understand the principle that every additional person means an extra tax.

However, in Kazdel, their view on population was simply to raid other places if they didn't have enough people, and their exploitation fully demonstrated what it means to plunder the poorest and most remote areas the most.

However, anger is anger, but now is not the time to take action, because taking action now would only give these people a more merciful slave owner, or rather, their shackles are in their hearts, and simply removing the shackles from their feet would be useless.

However, now that the railway has been laid this far, it means the fuse has been lit and is burning rapidly. How many people will survive depends on how long it takes for them to develop a sense of resistance.

Old Xia's approach was to provide little assistance to local uprisings, but if an uprising turned into a simple riot or coercion, Petrenko's relatively resolute troops would quickly suppress it, rebuild a new order, and avoid falling into the cyclical pattern of peasant uprisings.

This brutal method will kill many people, but it is the only way to force them to change as quickly as possible. Other methods take too long, and neither lifespan nor the sun has enough time to wait for the Terrans.

To achieve speed, external support is essential, and external support inevitably requires compromise.

However, the targets of compromise can be chosen. Factory owners are among those who can be compromised, as are enlightened nobles and large business groups like the Swire family.

It's important to understand that for those who haven't experienced the persecution of capitalists, it's difficult to comprehend the harmfulness of capitalists, even if they've endured the 996 work culture. [Just look at the examples of "elite capitalists" online. jpg]