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It's quite simple: these families have been able to control the South for so many years because their relatives and descendants are numerous.

Moreover, the various marriage alliances and mutual infiltrations are impossible to manage one by one, and if one is not careful, something bad will happen.

As for the possibility that some scoundrels might infiltrate and lead the purge, it's unknown how many rebels in the south would be killed, but a large number of their own core members would likely die.

However, if we want to take our time and do things meticulously, we don't have enough people right now. Putting aside whether our ideology is firm or not, it will take time just to find enough agents to set up the grassroots structure. The most troublesome thing is that Therese's regime collapsed on its own.

This means that the original framework has completely collapsed, and rebuilding it would be too difficult. The doctor's original plan was to build it slowly, supporting the framework in the south to prevent it from collapsing completely, while building his new shed on the old framework. Once the shed was built, the old framework could be discarded.

"This is troublesome. It seems that we might not be able to work without implementing Boss Xia's approach. I wonder if that wet component system can hold up." Rule by man isn't exactly good, but at least it's stable.

Once a person develops a habit, it's hard for them to develop any other problems. Even if there are changes, it takes several years or even a decade to adjust. Whether it's good or bad, there's always a buffer period.

However, if we use Lao Xia's machine-based governance method, the aftereffects will appear almost immediately if something goes wrong, without any buffer time. The key is that this machine has not been tested by time, and who knows when it will break down.

Moreover, once a problem arises, it is almost impossible to correct, at least for a considerable period of time.

Therefore, the doctor is now in a dilemma. Currently, the only way to govern the country is with this set of wet-component machines. To put it bluntly, the administrative structure of "local government," which is the link between higher and lower levels and conveys and implements government orders, has been cut off, and a flat management structure has been implemented.

The advantage is that there are no middlemen taking a cut, the communication between superiors and subordinates is extremely fast, and all kinds of government orders can be directly passed to the level of implementation.

The drawback is that there is no buffer layer. Once any policy goes wrong, there is no room for remedy or recovery, and there is almost no tolerance for error.

Another issue is the lack of a buffer zone. While the communication between the top and bottom is faster, the resentment from the grassroots and the various adjustments and sacrifices that have to be made for development will directly affect the upper levels.

In other words, it's like a car grinding without bearings. If the axle and hub are free of defects and scratches, or even completely suspended in the air by magnetic levitation, it will naturally spin very fast. But if this is not achieved, then both sides will suffer, and the speed will be slowed down.

Moreover, this also means that there must be very strong micromanagement capabilities, that is, a powerful brain and a large number of grassroots implementers at the nerve endings, and the economic system that matches this political system is a completely planned economy.

"Tsk... This is really troublesome." The professor thought and thought but couldn't come up with a good solution. Both sides were dead ends, one was a dead end and the other was a dead-end road. Neither was easy to walk, and both required climbing over mountains or scaling walls and slopes.

However, these worries did not affect Lao Xia. This guy only had two jobs in this group. The first was to make money, and the second was to be responsible for supplying agricultural and some industrial materials. For the former job, Kal'tsit and Little Tiger were there. These two women made money even faster than Lao Xia.

The latter is a slow and meticulous task that cannot be rushed, and no one dares to urge the progress of Terra's number one Shennong.

After all, if he gets annoyed and shoves a bunch of half-finished projects into your hands, saying "If you can do it, then you do it," Terra really can't find anyone to fill in for him and take the blame.

"Scared, hug me!" The toddler opened her arms, her emerald green eyes looking at Old Xia, looking like she was saying, "I'm tired, I don't want to walk anymore."

"Hmm, you'll get so fat you'll turn into a ball. How about we change your name to Xia Qiu (Summer Ball)?"

"No!" The little girl covered her cheeks and shook her head, then bumped her head against her father's chin to express her great dissatisfaction. This was not fat at all, just baby fat.

"You need to exercise more. Symbiotes aren't a cure-all." Old Xia put his daughter back on the ground and encouraged her to walk on her legs as much as possible. Symbiotes can accelerate the speed of neural feedback memory.

But muscle memory is irreplaceable; she has to learn to walk properly, just like most children.

"Waaaah—" The little girl pouted, looking like she had fallen out of favor, but she could only follow Old Xia's lead and walk around the living room in circles, trying to learn to walk.

"Also, open your mouth, let me see your teeth..."

"what--"

"Hmm, you can't eat any more candy, it'll cause cavities." After all, he's a kid whose family owns a candy factory. Luckily, when he went to the workshop with Teacher Xia, those guys were still somewhat rational and only gave him some soft candy instead of hard candy. Otherwise, if he had choked, we would have seen Teacher Xia beat up his student.

"No!" Sugar is very useful, especially for children in the early stages of Star Alliance enlightenment. Their immature brains cannot handle the large amount of basic knowledge and information that keeps pouring in, so they must accelerate the activity of brain cells and the development speed of the nervous system, which requires a lot of energy—and sugar is energy.

However, while her brain and cardiovascular system are happy, her teeth and enamel are unhappy. The tooth roots, constantly corroded by the acid produced by the fermentation of residual sugar, are also unhappy, leading to cavities. In any case, once the pain starts, she knows what's going to happen.

"Hey, teasing your daughter, huh? So free, huh? That old popsicle guy wants us to go together..."

W, holding the little girl, greeted Lao Xia. The two lived across the hall, mainly to make it easier for the little girls to keep each other company.

"Hello, Dr. Xia," the kitten waved politely. Her memory had recovered slightly, and at least she could remember the names of most acquaintances without having to look through her notes.

"What does the doctor want with us?"

"What else could it be but some trivial matter? It's that thing in the South, but why did he call me there? They caught Theresis, and he wants me to go and take him to reunite with his father and family?" W seemed puzzled as well.

A few hours later, in the Rhode Island conference room, "Everyone's here, let's begin."

The Doctor glanced at the strange and wonderful figures in the conference room and sighed. There was W, dressed maturely and holding a little girl; Old Xia, checking his daughter's teeth; Kal'tsit, being pestered by a kitten; Mudrock, lost in thought; a white rabbit, teasing its little sister with candy in its mouth; and an orca, sucking people in with great force...

In short, it's hard to believe it was a large-scale meeting gathering of most of the top executives of New Kazdel; it's more convincing to say it was a reunion of relatives of retired senior officials.

"Everyone knows a little about the current situation in the South. Let me be frank. Putting aside the political issues, we are currently facing a shortage of supplies for about 18 to 20 million people. The investigation results show that production in the South has been completely destroyed. Even if we resume production as soon as possible, the South will have a complete crop failure this year."

"So I'd like to ask if anyone has any channels or methods to fill this gap?"

"No, unless you synthesize starch, which isn't a problem, but it consumes a lot of electricity, and starch alone isn't enough."

If we were to synthesize proteins, vitamins, and so on, the amount of fuel and energy consumed would be astronomical. After all, the world's largest energy source is..." Old Xia pointed to the sky, and everyone knew he was referring to the sun.

In other words, synthesizing food requires a huge amount of energy to artificially compensate for the energy provided by the sun. Don't underestimate this; it's truly an astronomical figure.

To put it bluntly, if we were to completely replace the energy of sunlight to produce food for the entire world, it would indeed be more efficient.

However, the energy consumed would be enough to heat an area as large as the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau to over 3000 degrees Celsius, turning it into a sea of ​​molten lava. This is clearly neither cost-effective nor feasible.

"In other words, the help that agricultural technology can provide is limited in the short term; it's not magic..."

Old Xia shrugged. Agricultural technology, or any kind of technology, requires time and resources. You can't expect a ten-thousand-fold return without investing anything; that's simply not scientific.

"Iberia is also suffering from famine, so I'm afraid this won't be of much help to everyone..."

Wendy shook her head. Agor had plenty of food, but they were currently focusing on helping Iberia to prevent them from going to the remnants of the Sea Kings for food. Otherwise, they might create a second "Sea God," which would be a disaster.

"Don't even think about Ursus. They're still relying on our aid and selling out national resources just to get by."

"That Kazimir?"

“They’ll take advantage of the chaos…” Talulah said.

“However, we can consider communicating with the Linguang family. But even if Kazimierz has food, it's too far away to help us in our immediate crisis, and we lack more than just food.”

Xuezhi slammed his hand on the table. "I told you two years ago not to rush into starting the project. Now look what happened! You didn't stockpile food, so there's no use in being in a hurry now..."

"Food, cloth, fuel for heating, tools for production, necessary medicines, and even bandages to stop bleeding are all in short supply..."

But who would have thought that the other side would collapse so quickly? Resources that were only allocated to one province now need to be distributed to three entire provinces in the south. How could there not be a shortage?

Or rather, it's quite unbelievable that the deficit is so small considering the losses from military operations at the legion level. If it were Victoria or the Great Yan, they would have to resort to "local deployment" to maintain the situation.

"The only way is to have the Swire Group transfer all their grain and supplies here, and at the same time, make large-scale purchases in Lungmen. With our current funds, it's not enough, unless we cash out Originium."

This is a double-edged sword. As the local currency linked to Originium, cashing out Originium means a crazy devaluation of the local currency, while also driving up the value of LMD. In addition to Originium, there is also a large amount of Red Gold.

If these things are thrown into the market, it will cause a significant reduction in the amount of currency in the market, while a large amount of hard currency will enter.

Objectively speaking, this led to currency appreciation, but the result was a terrifying deflationary storm. In this time of depression, a deflationary storm meant two economic crises overlapping, making it impossible for Terra to avoid a world war.

"Let's try it out first and see how many resources we can mobilize without using this method..." The doctor felt a sore throat just thinking about it.

[PS]

Those who suggest using poison gas to clean up probably play too many games—people don't stay in one place forever, nor can they keep their mouse cursor in one spot without moving.

Furthermore, highly lethal poison gas cannot be dealt with by simply wearing a mask; it requires a full set of high-standard protective gear, which is very expensive.

Putting aside the issue of public sentiment, you can only use it when the timing, location, and people are all in harmony; otherwise, a headwind will blow and the poisonous fog will be blowing in your face.

Evacuating to a safe distance and distributing protective equipment are major undertakings. Your enemy isn't blind; even without gas protection, they can at least scatter in a panic.

This is why poison gas is rarely used on a large scale on the battlefield in reality, because it's really not very useful—it's fine for massacring civilians and carrying out terrorist attacks, though.

Chapter 89 The Long Night Ends

Chapter 89

In the Ursus snowfield, almost all the land on the farm has been harvested and replanted, and except for the remaining portion, the rest is being loaded onto trucks for transport.

However, the long distance and limited transportation capacity mean that the supplies that can be provided here are just a drop in the bucket.

The Ursus escaped slaves and infected who came here to make a living were busy in the fields and workshops. The previously built workshop street had been expanded to its maximum extent. The magnificent solar thermal towers stood in a corner of the snowfield, serving the farms, the workshop street, and the town built around it.

To be honest, compared to other Ursus regions, this place is almost a self-contained country, with its own industrial production, abundant agricultural output, and a certain level of commerce and mining. The grassroots management and rule are merely nominally under the name of Ursus, serving as a tacit understanding and symbol of cooperation with the young emperor.

Ursus's tax collectors and black dogs wisely ignored the area, at most setting up roadblocks to skim some money off the escaped serfs and infected.

They've become even more ruthless than before. After all, when pushed to the limit, infected individuals would fight back if left with no other option.

Moreover, in order to sustainably exploit resources, some resources should be left for the other party, but now there is no need to worry about anything, and they are practically stripping everything bare.

Anyway, once they get to the Northern Plains Autonomous Region, they'll be given basic necessities. And since they don't really need these silver and copper coins there, they can plunder to their heart's content.

In order to defend this river of cash, they would spontaneously form alliances to resist the pressure from the nobles and warlords without even needing their superiors to intervene. There were even instances of them actively inciting serfs to escape or organizing smuggling in the territories of other minor nobles and warlords.

For the young emperor, this certainly weakened the power of warlords and nobles, but the large outflow of people also meant weakening the power of the entire Ursus. Fortunately, the snowfield's capacity was limited, and this level of blood loss was still within his tolerance range.

It's like getting bitten on the hand by a mosquito; you can't just chop off your arm with a knife, much less rip out your heart and crush it for a little blood loss.

Therefore, as long as the autonomous region continues to maintain this tacit understanding and a small amount of exploitation, the emperor can only tolerate them and try to make up for it from other places.

For example, the heavy tax checkpoints and the "green channels" built on top of them certainly prevent various products produced in the autonomous region from flowing into the Ursus market cheaply.

However, it also curbed the impact and dumping on industry and commerce in the regions under its jurisdiction, and thus amassed a large sum of money.

Fortunately, the nobles and warlords here are not civil officials of the Great Yan Dynasty, and they cannot utter such high-sounding words as competing with the people for profit.

Of course, there are still similar cases where emperors are advised not to persecute their noble relatives, but this doesn't mean the emperor can't collect taxes, since the entire feudal system was built on this feudal structure.

To stop the emperor from collecting taxes in this way would be tantamount to destroying the entire feudal lord-vassal system. They themselves were not only vassals but also feudal lords of the next level, and they would never do something as foolish as digging up their own ancestral graves.

In general, compared with the centralized civil service politics of the Great Yan Dynasty, each has its advantages and disadvantages. The Great Yan Dynasty did not have to worry about its vassals becoming too powerful and turning the tables, nor did it have to worry about being unable to mobilize national power due to the feudal structure of "my vassal's vassal is not my vassal," or even having subordinates with their own ulterior motives, making it difficult to form a strong rule over the country.

However, with a structure like Ursus, there's no need to worry about civil officials forming cliques, nor is there any concern about tax collection failures. As long as the royal family owns land and property, within reasonable limits, their taxes will definitely be collected.

Moreover, the entire aristocratic system had to ensure that the royal family received money; otherwise, they would not be able to receive money from their lower-ranking vassals.

This institutional difference is also the reason why the Great Yan still maintains its glamorous facade. If it were to follow the practices of feudal empires like Ursus, the royal family could collect enough taxes from Great Yan's trade volume and trade deficit.

In Terra, being extremely wealthy and being exceptionally skilled in combat are synonymous. After all, most of Terra's armies are somewhere between professional and mercenary forces. With money, you can hire the strongest fighters, find the most powerful mercenaries, and spend lavishly to gather thousands of strong men—just look at the Kazdel Civil War—Theresis managed to fight the Doctor to a standstill in the first half of the war by burning through money.

The reason they couldn't hold out, besides the opponent's institutional advantages, was that Dr. Beatrix was rich.

Therefore, we can use expensive new technology weapons on a large scale and recruit more capable men, instead of filling cannon fodder with a large number of able-bodied men in order to save expenses.

"Last train..." The staff patted the carriage, and the behemoth-like vehicle slowly moved forward in the sweltering heat, its tracks crushing the frozen ground as it headed south.

The technology used to manufacture these Terra's massive transport vehicles is one of the very few legacies left by our ancestors. They were originally used to transport space equipment and large spacecraft. In ancient times, such vehicles traveled along the highways connecting the Longnan Desert Industrial Zone and the Arctic Space Technology Center.

The dense network of roads and the constant flow of transport vehicles drained almost all of Terra's precious resources, leaving only three starships. In fact, the last starship was never completed and set sail in time.

The deep craters in Iberia and Rembito, resembling the marks of natural disasters, and the intricate underground tunnels and rivers beneath the Sargon rainforest, are all traces left from that time. However, for the modern Terrans, these traces are mostly regarded as some kind of miracle.

"Why is it still so cold?" After seeing off the last batch of vehicles, before returning to the warm duty hut, I looked up at the light gray sky. It's spring now, it should be getting warmer, but the temperature doesn't seem to have changed at all.