There can't be a Harvest Moon in the RimWorld.

Burnett said with a hint of pride, "This idea came to Four-Legged Chicken when he was fishing, and now it's the tavern's main business. He borrowed some of the tavern's reserves, made a deal with the textile workshop to buy fishing nets, and then rented them out to these idlers. The catch is mainly supplied to the restaurant and for their own consumption, and they make a profit every month."

This guy has some ideas. He makes good use of the resources and rights of his territory, and leaves inefficient things to the market. He turned this project into a pretty good industry.

I instructed, “Very good. Originally, I only opened up this land for commercial activities; the resources, including these marine fishery resources, are private. We must maintain this monopoly.”

This business must be kept in our own hands.

I don't care about the small profits, but I'm very satisfied with its ability to absorb labor. When the market is booming and social needs are upgrading, it's a safety net, preventing food crises. If the market is sluggish, then the fishing industry is a lifeline, helping to retain these valuable workers.

As long as the workforce is retained and the market is well-developed, there will always be a chance to recover.

"Yes, boss!"

As the sun rose, the workshop area was bustling with activity. Master craftsmen were scolding their apprentices with foul language, while the apprentices turned around and reprimanded the hired workers, creating a harmonious scene.

I walked into a bakery and saw an unusually young worker, probably only thirteen or fourteen years old, which is the normal working age in the wasteland.

"Young man, are you satisfied with this place?" I waved to Burnett and the boss to stop talking and asked directly.

The young worker looked up in confusion, only to see the bakery owner silent and the important figures in the trading district behaving with utmost respect. He quickly whispered something.

"M-Sir...I have no complaints."

When I realized that asking like that wouldn't work, I tried a different approach: "So, do you usually have enough to eat?"

The young worker nodded vigorously: "Coming to this oasis...we can finally eat our fill...we usually don't get enough to eat, and we often go hungry while walking on the road..."

Do you get work every day?

"No... but I have two older brothers and a father, so surely one of them can earn enough to bring food home..."

I turned to the chubby boss and asked, "How much do you pay per day?"

The portly shopkeeper stammered, "Seven...Seven, I give you one credit a day...oh right, and two loaves of bread too. Sifting flour is easy work, and the child doesn't need to eat much..."

Handing over the market to capital management can easily lead to such drawbacks. Hiring child labor, lowering wages, and exploiting labor in order to reduce costs may seem to have a positive impact on the economy, but in reality, it treats the most valuable human resources as a consumable.

I don't want my trade zone to be full of disabled people and underdeveloped children—how am I supposed to build up my power and organize an army then?

However, since I am not representing a political entity, it is inconvenient for me to draft any minimum wage or maximum working hours legislation...

“Burnette, take the income from the fishing business and start a charity to provide boiled safe drinking water and noodles that are not too filling but not too starving at the tavern at a low price, one serving per person, regardless of age.”

First, implement social welfare measures to incentivize workshops to improve wages and boost work enthusiasm. When workers have food to eat, they'll be more selective about their jobs and resist exploitation. If these businessmen remain stubborn, then I'll show them what a collective economy truly is…

Wait a minute, flooding, wall hangings? I'm missing just a few loose cigarettes to complete my three-piece set! Might as well go all the way...

I continued, "Everyone who comes to eat will be registered, and we can complete the labor force registration work while we're at it..."

"Let's take this opportunity to secure our labor force. Our free trade zone emphasizes harmony among people, things, and hearts. Let's set up a 'Sanhe Labor Market' right outside the tavern, and all recruitment and employment will be conducted here from now on!"

Chapter 454 The King of Games

After finishing his morning training under the scorching sun, the Six-Wheel Noodles team dismissed the members and, as usual, returned to the tavern lobby, wanting to have a glass of tequila and a couple of pieces of salmon, just like always.

He only realized upon entering that the elusive boss, that is, me, had returned to this land and was now sitting in front of a wooden table, lost in thought.

As soon as he entered, our eyes met. Strangely, Zero Lion ran out of the house for some reason, looking completely devastated. We passed each other without exchanging a word.

He thought something serious had happened inside and turned to leave, but I called out to him to stop.

"Sixth brother, come play chess with me."

"Sir, what do you need me for?" Six-faced grinned and turned around, pretending he hadn't seen anything.

I looked at him expressionlessly: "Sit down and play chess."

"Oh." Seeing that there was no way to escape, the sixth brother resigned himself and walked over. "Is this appropriate, sir? Why not let Burnett accompany you?"

I said with a look of disgust, "What do you mean by accompanying him? It's not like we're singing and you're bringing fruit platters... I assigned him a business task, and he went to do the preliminary preparations. Four-legged Chicken went with him too."

"Oh..." Rokurin sat down with a strange expression.

I saw right through his thoughts: "Stop guessing, Zero Lion's mental fortitude is weak, he lost his composure halfway through the game."

I cleared the chessboard in front of me, placed the pieces one by one, and explained to him as I did so:

"This is a soldier, the lowest-ranking piece. It can only move forward until it crosses the river, and then it can move left or right. If you don't know what to do, just move it forward one space."

Liu Lunmian obediently pushed his piece forward one space and said, "I'm done, sir."

I continued, "Look carefully, this one with the word 'General' on it represents the lord, and can only move horizontally, vertically, or diagonally within this square..."

Liu Lunmian asked in confusion, "My lord, shouldn't a general be very powerful? How come he can only move around in this small place?"

I waved my hand and said, "Not every general is as good as me... I wonder how the fighting is going over there. It's really worrying without me here..."

"What did you say?" The sixth brother's thoughts were instantly diverted, and he asked.

"It's nothing. I meant that the commander has to stay at headquarters to prevent the military flag from being captured, so he can't run around... otherwise I would have gone to steal the spaceship long ago!"

Sigh, I wonder how their first battle went. I keep thinking about it, and I'm a little distracted.

"...Where is the military flag you mentioned?"

I flipped the chess piece over, revealing the red flag engraved on its back. "This is it. Anyway, if the flag is captured, the piece falls. Got it?"

Six-faced frowned and sighed, "The rules of this game are really complicated..."

I ignored his complaints, picked up a chess piece, crossed the entire chessboard, and smashed it into the heart of his chessboard.

Six Wheels was shocked: "My lord, what kind of chess piece is this? Why can it move so far?"

I pointed to the chess piece and said matter-of-factly, "This is called a 'chariot,' which means a war chariot. It can move any distance without restriction and can be used in several special combo patterns, such as..."

Six-faced looked closer and said, "Something's not right, sir! All the other pieces are flat, why is this one so tall, and why is it carved with a woman's face?"

...Oh no, how could I have so carelessly carved a chess queen in there! I thought carving a Chinese chess piece earlier was ridiculous enough...

"This is Girls of the Tanks! What do you know?!"

"Oh..." The sixth brother immediately shut up and stopped talking.

As the game progressed, the scene became extremely intense. One moment my bomb killed his elephant, the next his battalion commander captured my pawn, and then the dice rolled a 5, forcing Lao Liu's plane back to the tarmac, where it was bombed and destroyed by an air raid halfway there...

Six-Ring Face wiped the sweat from his brow. "Seven-sama, the rules of this game are really complicated... It has elements of land, sea, and air, and I'm really not used to it..."

I said absentmindedly, "Fighting is about giving it your all, especially when you're at a disadvantage. You have to go all in without hesitation! I don't believe those pirates can handle my attack..."

The sixth brother responded with a half-understanding, picked up the last "Girl in a Tank" and took a step forward, swallowing my horse whole. "Eat the horse."

As soon as I looked at the chessboard, I slammed my hand on the table and stood up, shouting angrily, "Zhang Mazi, how dare you kill my horse!"

The sixth brother was so frightened that he stood up from the stool, waving his hands and hurriedly saying, "Sir! This is just a game! It can't be that serious! It can't be that serious! It really can't be that serious!"

I glanced around and saw the emoji pony still snoring peacefully beside me, so I grabbed it, stroked its freshly groomed mane, and woke it up from its slumber. The pony gave me a pitiful look.

(?o3o?)

Finally, I took a corn cob I bought from outside and stuffed it into its mouth, which calmed it down.

"Oh right, it's a game. Sit down and continue playing chess."

The sixth man sat back down, on the verge of tears, and said cautiously, "Sir, it's your turn..."

I pondered for a moment, then suddenly flipped his "Girls of Tanks" over and burst into laughter: "Hahaha, you think you can eat my army so easily! Look!"

I proudly showed him the bottom of the chess piece, where two large characters were clearly written.

"Werewolf!"

"...Sir, what does this mean?" the sixth brother asked, completely bewildered.

I explained, "Sixth Brother, this is the hidden identity of the chess piece. The werewolf is the traitor. Not only will he not eat my horse, but he's also on my side. This chess piece is mine now!"

The sixth brother exclaimed in despair, "Is it really necessary, sir! Even at a time like this, you still have new rules to add! This is just a game!"

I nodded slightly and said, "Yeah, the lion also collapsed here just now, and you imitated him very well... but he seemed to be shouting something like 'Werewolf isn't a board game! I won't admit it!' when he ran out..."

Rokurinmen slumped weakly in his chair, looking at me blankly: "Sir, it seems your mind isn't on this, and besides, I really don't know how to play this game. Please find someone else..."

I said dismissively, "You can't accept this? I haven't told you about the settings yet! For example, my main character is 'One-Eyed Rakshasa Xiahou Dun,' who has a special skill that allows him to move one space in mid-air to dodge attacks and also inflict the same amount of damage on the attacker..."

"Someone save me... I can't understand anything..."

Finally, the sixth brother broke down and ran out, like a lion, filled with endless confusion about the future and bewilderment about life, starting a run in the sunset, just like their lost youth...

Is the game I made really that complicated? The colonist system finally provided an entertainment option, so why is it so unpopular? Or did I misremember the game from my past life?

Item Name: Wooden Chess Table

Item Description: An old-fashioned board game platform that can entertain you for hours, even solo play. Colonists can freely adjust the appearance of the pieces and the board. A chair is required to play, supposedly to improve intelligence or, more importantly, to hurl insults.

Durability: 65/65

Materials: logs

Cover effectiveness: 40%

Physical mass: 5.00 kg

Terrain requirements: Lightweight

Flammability: 100%

Aesthetics: 4

Entertainment type: Puzzle game

Entertainment value: 100%

After a while, I saw the six-wheeled face actually run back from a distance.

Did they discover the greatness of this game and decide to continue?

Overjoyed, I asked, "Sixth Brother, why are you back? Come on, come on, I just need to move one more pawn forward to form a row so I can draw a tile!"

But Rokurinmen rushed in, panting, and shouted, "No, sir... um... um..."

Which one?

Liu Lunmian tidied up his lungs and finally finished speaking in one breath.

"The lord has led his troops to attack again!"