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"But even if I'm nailed to the ground, I'll hang these bastards one by one first!"

It's only been a few days, and there are already cases of bribing junior officers and guards, and even threats of rebellion based on clan power—

Of course, Vasily, having already obtained permission to carry out military law, happily hanged all of them.

As for those who rose up in rebellion, it turned out that their tools were no match for the machine-gunned infantry.

Moreover, after the magic weapon of dividing the clan property was brought out, there were very few people who could be incited; only the first few groups made a big fuss.

A sharp whistle rang out, jolting the young Sarkaz girls awake. They instinctively curled up into a ball, their bodies trembling. After a few seconds, they remembered that they weren't sleeping in cages, and that it wasn't slave traders' thugs with sticks outside.

Compared to the girls' dawdling, the guys living nearby were quite quick.

It wasn't until the infantry company went to patrol the railway line in railcars that these newly arrived Sarkaz girls finally managed to form a crooked formation, as most of the girls were somewhat malnourished.

Therefore, the clothes issued to them were a bit loose on their bodies, so they had to tighten their belts even more.

“I don’t care where you all used to be, whether you’re planning to become technicians and live an easy life where you only need to spread your legs, or whether you’re planning to sell yourselves into wealthy families as maids, in my eyes, you are all my people, understand?”

A rare Yeti female soldier, a typical Ursus woman, with long reddish-brown hair and bear ears, and a baby face that makes her look quite young. [Reference: Winter's appearance]

In reality, most of the Yeti soldiers are not very old, at most only 2-3 years older than the White Rabbit, but this girl's figure is quite different from her face.

In the sweltering heat of Kazdel, she wore only a tight-fitting vest and canvas trousers, revealing her muscular arms and even more muscular waist and abdomen. Several shallow scars remained on her upper arms and stomach, marks left from countless battles and training sessions.

"Understood—" The sparse reply was unsatisfactory. "No spirit at all. Start over, louder! Do you think you're screaming in bed? Show me some spirit!"

"understand!"

"That's right. Next, I'll assign you new tasks. Of course, you can choose not to do them, and then I'll throw you back into that cage. As for what you'll be used for, I won't care."

Anna pulled out a piece of paper, "Let's start with the first one..."

Among these Sarkaz girls, the older ones and those from poorer backgrounds were sent to clothing factories, where they often did sewing and washing work. Before the washing machines arrived, they temporarily took over this task.

You have to understand that the military and construction sites are places where people wear clothes, and this place occupies both, so naturally there are a lot of dirty and torn clothes that need to be mended and disposed of.

Strong girls from herding or impoverished warrior families were sent to the recruit camp, as female soldiers were also needed.

Although female soldiers are more troublesome than male soldiers, there is not much difference in Lao Xia's case. Regardless of gender, it's all the same once they're inside the power armor.

If we have to say something, women would feel much better in power armor than men, both in terms of the catheter and the actual physical sensation. The biggest complaint veterans have about power armor is that it rubs against their groin, because it is mass-produced standard equipment and people are all different sizes.

Although this matter may sound a bit... awkward, it is indeed a factor that needs to be considered in military equipment and military operations. It may not sound very elegant, but there is no elegance or strange things on the battlefield, only life and death.

Comparatively speaking, the chest area is actually easier to work with for power armor, because the chest area already has a relatively large space reserved for installing armor and heat dissipation of the buffer layer.

Finally, those younger, cuter girls, or those who were specially educated as high-end merchandise in the entertainment district, could only be taken away to learn to read and write and various necessary knowledge. Then, they would directly leverage their physical advantages, undergo professional training, and be hired as employees of Siren Entertainment.

Those with sweet voices become broadcasters, those with good figures learn dance, and those who were already trained in music and writing—the "high-end" types—continue to pursue their existing skills.

As is well known, music and art are both money-burning furnaces. In order to save expenses, those who could not learn them were assigned to textile factories and clothing factories. There was no mercy shown to women, and they would be criticized to the heavens by future feminists.

However, this is true compassion for women—because even if they don't rely on men in the future, they can still make a living with their own skills and will not become playthings for people to enjoy with their looks again.

However, regardless of which batch they are, according to Boss Xia's requirements, they all need to undergo quasi-military training. There are no pampered young ladies here. As everyone knows, the boss's daughter spends all her time in the camp, let alone these other girls.

Although they don't necessarily have to go to the battlefield, having received basic training means they can at least run faster when the troops are withdrawing or attacked.

Fortunately, Terra doesn't have the bad habit of foot binding, otherwise the medical team would have had an even bigger headache, even without foot binding.

However, these girls also have their share of health problems. Long-term malnutrition is a basic concern, fungal infections are a bit troublesome, and tuberculosis and syphilis are slightly more difficult to treat.

Fortunately, Lao Xia produced a sufficient supply of micromechanical antibiotics, treating people like livestock. Well, they were indeed animal antibiotics, and external injuries and cuts were completely insignificant.

Fortunately, these girls didn't have any missing limbs because they were trying to get a good price for them. Otherwise, it would have been a nightmare to have them undergo limb repair surgery. There were at least 30 male recruits waiting in line.

Some lost fingers or arms while working in mines, while others simply lost toes, noses, or even ears due to frostbite in winter. Since bionic robotic arms require honeycomb printing, which is too expensive.

Therefore, only a small number of the most severely affected people can benefit from this, while those who have lost fingers or toes can only have a cloned limb surgically replaced—so what if it's not flexible? At least it's made of flesh.

The arrival of the medical car quickly turned the railway hospital in the shunting yard into a place for nearby residents to seek medical treatment, and the progress of recruiting new soldiers and workers by providing free medical treatment was very optimistic.

In reality, even when the CCP first started recruiting people, it wasn't as simple as the political commissar just giving a few empty words. Many people thought it was something that could be accomplished by simply holding onto ideology and a little notebook and giving a speech, but in reality, it was completely useless because they simply couldn't understand these empty words.

Holding mass meals and holding grievance meetings are just means to an end. To truly achieve this, we need to explain the differences to them in a way they can understand. This requires genuinely going to the grassroots level, helping each household, and solving their difficulties.

This is why Lao Xia couldn't fully follow this path. He simply didn't have enough reliable grassroots personnel to solve each problem individually. So all his grand pronouncements would at most reach the township or even county level, becoming a special envoy giving a speech, everyone applauding, receiving gifts, and then continuing on the same path as they had lived for thousands of years.

[Poverty alleviation alone required the deployment of tens of millions of civil servants, took several years, and only began to show results with the support of a fully industrialized nation. To expect dramatic changes in just a few years, as depicted in some novels, without even a sufficient number of civil servants or grassroots cadres, is simply overly optimistic...]

Petrenko had clearly found an effective method: free treatment. For these poor people, it was more useful than any flowery words. Who doesn't have someone missing an arm or a leg? Who doesn't have a few people with sores and pus? Who doesn't have a few people who catch a cold and then their whole family is ruined?

In addition, the hospital provides basic nutritional meals, so everyone is lining up to eat. These doctors, who were originally medics and only received basic first aid and simple medical training, are so tired that they don't even have the energy to sleep.

Fortunately, there is a sufficient supply of antibiotics for animals, so the problem of antibiotic abuse is not a concern. While large doses of antibiotics may kill many, they also save the majority of lives.

"I never thought managing people could be so troublesome. How does the boss manage to manage even more people than this and still keep things organized?"

Petrenko's head has been about to explode these days, with a million things on his mind and a mountain of trivial matters. Fortunately, things are finally on track now.

"Because the boss throws resources at you like crazy, and you don't have as many resources as the boss. You can't learn his methods. And most importantly, the boss doesn't care about the details. Isn't that what Sister Talulah is responsible for?"

During that time, Talulah's position could be directly renamed "Village Committee Director and Women's Director," and even Patriot became a militia squad leader and production team leader. Fortunately, Ursus is now on the right track.

In Lungmen, they can just operate on a corporate basis, and the other capitalists will automatically comply under the lure of the benefits offered by Lao Xia. But in Kazdel, these people really have to start learning from scratch.

This is also why Lao Xia chose this place. He wanted to use Kazdel, where the conflicts are more acute and it is easier to use force, to train the team. His other important purpose was to train these people into qualified grassroots cadres.

Otherwise, if the clan, feudal, or even religious forces become too powerful, the conflicts will be relatively mild, and external pressure will prevent Kazimir from making large-scale military interventions, which would make it impossible to advance.

Chapter Eleven: Winter Is Coming

Chapter 11

Autumn, the harvest season, is the harvest season for both the southern Sarkaz and the farms. In the central Rabbit Valley market, bags filled with sweet potato flour and green wheat flour, delivered by train, are piled high.

"Two Lungmen dollars a kilogram of coarse flour, anyone want some?" The salesman, standing on a wagon piled high with grain sacks and carrying a megaphone, shouted loudly. The caravan below eagerly took out all their working capital to snap up these cheap goods.

It costs 2 LTD per kilogram, but when delivered to cities in the northwest and south-central region, it costs 4 LTD per kilogram. Local grain merchants buy grain at 3 LTD per kilogram. The 100% profit is enough to make merchants take risks!

In addition to this coarse flour, there is also 100 kilograms of hay for 1 LMT, and high-quality fatty mutton and various frozen meats with an average price of only 6 LMT.

These are all high-quality goods that can be easily resold for 50%-150% profit, and the supply is incredibly abundant. This has made even the monopolistic merchants, who were originally dissatisfied with these disruptive low-price dumping practices, unable to resist the lure of profit and joining in the reselling business.

Truckloads of grain were transported from the station and then sent to various settlements, cities, and tribes. To ensure they didn't lose money, they had to reduce their purchase prices of grain and livestock from other sources. However, Lao Xia did not supply cheap industrial products here.

Because that would drive local factory owners to their deaths, and it would also completely turn the factory owner class, which is created by industry, to the opposite side. Making enemies everywhere is not a good thing.

As a result, this year in Kazdel, there was an unusual situation where food prices decreased while industrial product prices remained unchanged. Salt and iron pots did not decrease in price, but the price of one's own livestock decreased.

Lower food prices are good news for workers and industrial production for the time being. Why?

Because after the workers' wages were used to buy necessary food, there was some surplus, and the factory owners, due to increased profits, needed to quickly expand production at this time and also needed to provide the workers with some slightly better treatment.

However, this was the last hurrah, for soon the wildfire of grain dumping and low grain prices hurting farmers would spread.

Even more terrifying is the thunderbolt that follows, more devastating than wildfire—the economic crisis and the Great Depression!

While the Rabbit Valley Market was bustling with activity, in South Kazdel, for an ordinary South Kazdel farmer, Lava was a common surname in the Southern Sarkaz.

He is also the type of Sarkaz common in the South with thin horns that spread out in an arc like bull horns to both sides.

They are more skilled in Originium magic, ranking in the upper-middle tier among the Sarkaz. They are generally found among sorcerers, farmers, and priests in society, quite different from the lower-class slave warriors and herders represented by the W-type Sarkaz.

Production in the southern Saakaz region is clearly much more developed than in the north. Stable rainfall and proximity to Iberia have allowed the region to be relatively modern in terms of industry, economy, and agriculture.

The farm grows the same crops as in the north, namely green wheat, but instead of crabapple, it grows another type of crop similar to rice that requires more water. It is a specialty crop of Terra, and when it matures, the leaves curl up and fall off to reveal the banana-like core in the center.

This fruit, which is typically 60 centimeters long and 4-5 centimeters in diameter, is rich in cellulose and plant protein. It is a crop that requires considerable water, fertilizer, and field management. The taste is not like a banana, but more like a tender piece of sugarcane, and it has a very mild sweetness.

Its main uses are for oil extraction and manufacturing coarse grain feed similar to soybean meal; of course, it can also be eaten by humans.

In addition to vegetables, the farm also grows carrots, cabbages, and other vegetables. However, these are for the farmer's own consumption and are not for sale.

"Hey, Uncle Lava, you look great!" A truck that had come to buy agricultural products stopped in front of the farm, and the man in charge of the purchase greeted the head of the Lava family, who was working in the field. "I'm here to collect some things. I brought you some good stuff. Would you like to try some?" He shook a bottle of liquor with the Xia Group's wheat seedling emblem in his hand.

"You went to buy these trendy things again. Honestly, I've told you so many times, these things are not as cost-effective as homemade ones."

Uncle Lava was a typical Sarkaz farmer. Through careful planning and a bit of good luck, he accumulated his first few plots of land. Then, thanks to the good harvests during Queen Theresa's reign, he grew his land a little more and eventually became a farmer with fields and a mill.

Frugality, or rather stinginess, was ingrained in him like an instinct, even though the surname Lava meant that his ancestors were actually combat sorcerers in the army. However, by his generation, the family's glory had long since vanished.

The farmer called over several temporary workers to bring over the prepared goods and weigh them one by one. "Wait, Uncle Lava, I'm sorry, but this time the purchase price is really only 2 Lungmen Dollars."

"What! Wasn't it at least 3 yuan in previous years?"

"You know that was in previous years. This year everyone's harvest is good, so naturally prices will drop!"

"But..." But with 2 LMD, there's practically no profit to be made; it's like working for nothing all year round—

Actually, it can't be said that he works for free, because there is actually a considerable profit margin, but he has to pay taxes!

Since grain cannot be used directly to pay taxes, or cannot offset all tax revenue, it naturally needs to be sold for money to pay taxes.

Moreover, even if it can be offset, the tax deduction rate will definitely change if the acquisition price is lowered.

"Uncle, it's really not that I don't want to help, but if I give too much, I'll be in trouble too. Besides, this is all the money I brought." The buyer and the farmer were already quite familiar with each other.

"But in previous years, during bumper harvests, the purchase price would indeed drop, but never this drastically!" A drop to 2.6 or 2.7 yuan would be considered a catastrophic loss; anything lower...

Lava instinctively shivered. He had risen from the very bottom, unlike those rich kids who inherited their family farms.

He knew perfectly well how terrible it would be for ordinary self-sufficient farmers if the price fell by two dollars.

On the contrary, the impact on serfs was not very significant, since the amount of crops they planted and the prices they received were irrelevant to them, as nine-tenths of the harvest would be taken away by landlords and officials.

As for the remaining 10%, they have enough to eat, so there's no issue of selling goods, and taxes won't be levied on them.

Of course, this impact is not very significant and is only relative to the self-sufficient farmers. In reality, landlords will soon increase their exploitation efforts in order to ensure profits.

"Uncle? Why don't you..."

"Sell!" Lava said through gritted teeth. They had no choice but to sell; they had to pay taxes, share the burden, and give bribes to those officials—all of which cost money. Fortunately, they had done well in the past few years and had some savings, which should be enough to get through this year.

The price of green wheat has already reached 2 yuan, and that's in places like Lawa, which is close to the city. In more distant places, where transportation costs need to be factored in...

"Sir, please have mercy!" The farmer, who was not yet forty but already had a full head of white hair, almost knelt on the ground and begged, "This is really too low!" The purchase price of green wheat at 1.2 yuan per kilogram was almost lower than the money he spent on the seeds.

However, the merchant in front of him did not waver in the slightest, because if he raised the price even slightly, plus the transportation costs, he would simply not be able to compete with the super cheap grain from the north when it was delivered to the cities where grain was consumed.

In other words, he is merciful to these farmers, but his competitors will not be merciful to him. Between his bankruptcy and the farmers' bankruptcy, the only option is clear.

"Look at what you're saying. The master didn't force you to sell it. You can keep it, whether you eat it yourself or sell it to someone else."

The lackey chimed in, "Grain prices are so low everywhere now, what can we do? If God doesn't give us food, who can we blame?"