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And he speaks very nicely. I was a little overwhelmed by what he said.

But I'm not like those people who would trust him so easily.

Ulyana, it would be nice if you and the children were here too.

......

Advanced machines.

I bet my more than ten years of work experience in a military factory that even the factories in Columbia can't catch up with this one.

The operation is unexpectedly easy. In fact, I almost understood the operation process after just watching it a few times. However, hiding one's shortcomings is a compulsory course for every worker.

I can even see that these operating systems have traces of deliberately imitating the Ursus factory.

If those incompetent designers could reach this 700% level, there wouldn't be safety accidents a year.

I told the kid next to me that this city lord must be a man with too much money to spend. He can recruit as many skilled workers from Ursus as he wants at less than one-tenth of the price they are enjoying now.

That boy actually wanted to hit me, is he crazy?

If it weren't for that bracelet, I would have punched him.

The city lord actually came to the factory and was instructing those people on how to operate.

His movements looked quite professional; even if he wasn't very skilled, they were at least of acceptable standard.

How could a noble do factory work? I must have seen it wrong.

But he is indeed different from those nobles and is not so arrogant.

And it's hard for me to describe the temperament I felt in words.

If Tallulah was as hot as the midday sun, then he was like a boundless, starry night sky.

Ulyana, to be honest, this is the first time in my life that I have gotten off work so early. If I could go home at this time before, I would definitely spend more time with you and the children.

......

The evening school was cancelled because they said they were going to call everyone together for a meeting in the square.

Since I have nothing to do, I might as well go and take a look.

There were too many people in the square and I couldn't get in at all. I didn't like crowding, so I just stood on the side and joined the crowd.

Looking from a distance, there was a banner hanging on the big stage in front, with four words written on it:

"Grievances Conference"

Chapter 71: Hang Them on the Streetlight

The effect of the grievance meeting was better than expected.

Tallulah took the stage first. Her excellent language skills made her speech passionate and infectious, and everyone applauded.

But when she said that the purpose of tonight's meeting was to encourage everyone to voluntarily come to the stage and talk about the oppression they had suffered, there was no reaction from the audience.

People don’t understand what complaining means, because they have suffered so much that they have come to believe that suffering is a part of life.

What can I say about these things? I can only blame myself for being unlucky and having bad luck.

Besides, no one would rub salt into their own wounds.

This was all part of the initial plan. Zhang Miao had told her to find a few people in advance and communicate with them privately, hoping that they would stand up and set an example when the time comes.

When they realized that this was to get more people to be like them, they all agreed immediately.

When the first person came on stage and told his tragic past, many people in the audience felt the same way and shed tears secretly.

He came from a serf family and was born when Ursus abolished serfdom. His family was allocated a few acres of land and was forced to take out a large amount of loans to buy the land.

In order to repay the loan, my parents worked hard every day and had to go out to work during the slack season. Even so, the money they earned was barely enough to pay the monthly installments.

Just when he thought things would get better, his mother died during childbirth when he was six years old, leaving behind only a newborn sister.

With one pillar of the family gone, all the burdens fell on the father. No matter how hard one man worked on the farm, he could never raise enough money to pay off the debt.

His father heard from people who had returned from the city that they could make more money there, but the work was a bit tiring. His father had no choice but to leave him at home to take care of his sister, and asked the aunt next door to take care of the children while he went to the city to work and pay off his debts.

In the first few years, my father did send back a lot of money every month, which was enough to pay off the debt and buy food for the two children.

But later, the money became less and less, and finally one day, someone came back from the city and said that his father had died of overwork.

That year, he was fourteen years old and had an eight-year-old sister.

Because he couldn't repay the loan, debt collectors soon came to his door, took away all the belongings in his house, took back his land, and kidnapped his sister, forcing him to go to the city to work and continue to pay the interest.

When he finally returned to his hometown one day, he was told that his sister had died in the third month after he left, and her body was thrown in a valley behind the mountain.

He searched like crazy for several days and nights, but only found a few pieces of rags and bones.

Don't even know who it belongs to.

He wanted to take revenge, but he couldn't even find anyone.

Numbly, he could only go back to work, and then he naturally became an infected person and a slave laborer for whom the mayor did not have to pay.

Among the slaves were his fellow villagers. He learned from them that the debt collectors were actually lackeys of the nobles in the city, and he was still working for them.

What good would it do even if I knew?

He is just an infected slave now. Not to mention revenge, he might die the next day.

But he actually waited for an opportunity. Mr. Zhang gave him a chance to take revenge on those nobles. He smashed the head of the noble in the industrial zone with his own hands.

When this story was told, there were exclamations from the audience. This ending was really too bizarre, just like the ending of a fairy tale book, but weren't they in a fairy-tale city now?

Some people questioned, some people felt regretful, and some felt sorry for themselves because they did not have such an opportunity.

Andre folded his arms across his chest and looked silently at the young man on the stage.

When he heard that his sister had died, Andre thought of his eldest daughter, who was only eight years old at the time.

He thought of his once happy family, the soup his wife cooked for him when he came home from get off work, and the kiss his daughter gave him.

Those damn bastards.

Damn all those nobles!

Then the second and third

Every time someone came up to tell their story, the sobbing in the audience got louder.

They saw themselves in the stories those people told and were reminded of their past.

For a moment, the whole square was filled with crying.

On and off the stage, they confided to the people around them about the suffering and oppression they had endured over the years, and how greedy and inhumane those nobles, landlords, and factory owners were.

Even Yelena and Alina, who were sitting in the audience, were wiping their tears and sobbing softly as they listened to their story.

The biggest characteristic of people in this era is simplicity. They have not experienced the era of information explosion. They can only see what is within their eyes. They have no time and ability to observe other people's lives. Now when everyone talks to each other, they find that everything in the world is the same. So what if they are workers? So what if they are farmers? Aren't they still being bullied by those people?

When Zhang Miao saw this scene, he knew that everyone’s emotions had been aroused.

There is no point in continuing to let people go on stage to speak. After all, if one person speaks for ten minutes, these 6,000 people will not be able to finish speaking until tomorrow night.

After another person stepped down from the stage, he strode forward. Only then did everyone realize that Zhang Miao, who had been invisible all along, was actually outside the crowd.

He stood on the stage, looking at the thousands of eyes staring at him below. This was the second time, and the last time seemed like it was just yesterday.

"I just heard the stories you told me, and I also felt your determination to resist Ursus' rule, but I also know that you must have thought in your heart, what is the difference between working for me and working for those nobles and landlords? Maybe in your eyes, even if you defeat Ursus, it's just a change to a better emperor."

"But what I want to say is that no one here will oppress you, not now and not in the future!"

"The vast farmland and advanced factory equipment you see are not only mine, but also yours and your future children's."

As soon as these words were spoken, the audience fell silent. Everyone looked at each other. They seemed to understand what this meant, but they also didn't. Even Tallulah didn't understand what this meant. This was not within the scope of what they had said before.

Soon someone raised questions.

"What do you mean it's ours? Is it like the land purchase loan?"

Everyone's nerves were irritated by this land purchase loan.

It can be said that the land purchase loan has caused great harm to the farmers. What the young man just said is still vivid in my mind, not to mention that there are many eyewitnesses who have experienced it.

"Of course not. The factory is indeed mine, but the products produced belong to everyone."

"The labor output of each of you will be concentrated and distributed to each of you after deducting certain taxes. The deducted taxes will be used to expand the city and establish a fund specifically for supporting those who have lost their labor force. These properties will not enter anyone's pocket, not even me!"

"And just like I said when you first came here, if you pass the study assessment, you can get additional tax deductions. These things can be checked on the bracelet. You no longer need to worry about any vampires lying on you and sucking your blood and sweat. Every bit of effort you put in at work will come back to you."

"This city belongs to me, to you, and to those innocent people who are being oppressed just like you in the past. We must rescue them, just as I did to you. We must let those oppressors who once rode on your heads know that their doom has come, and they will all be hanged on street lamps!"

"Hang them from the streetlights!!!"

Chapter 72: New Equipment

Everyone was enthusiastic.

This enthusiasm will continue until the end of the first month after officially starting work. As long as Zhang Miao can fulfill his promise by then, there is no doubt that this flame will continue to burn.

He couldn't find any reason to go against it.

Because he had no intention of becoming the chief of the tribe, and he did not need anything these people were producing now.

Then there is only one answer, they will swear allegiance to Zhang Miao.

.......

For the next period of time, everyone studied hard. They were like a dry sponge, madly absorbing the moisture called knowledge.

Especially after learning that five people had recovered from the infection, the enthusiasm that was about to explode reached a new peak.

No matter where Zhang Miao went or what time it was, even late at night, he could see people holding notebooks, sitting in groups of three or five, sharing experiences with each other. If there was anything they didn't understand, they would immediately ask the bracelet, and Lexington would give the most detailed answer.

The farmers even ate their lunch next to the seed drill and would not leave until half an hour before night school. After a nap, they would immediately get up and go to the plantation. With this crazy enthusiasm, the plantation land began to be officially cultivated on the morning of the third day.

Large quantities of wheat, potato, corn, cabbage, soybean and berry seeds are buried underground by seed drills. As crops that have been genetically modified to the extreme, the fastest cabbage can be harvested in just two weeks, and the others can be harvested in no more than three months at the slowest, and the yield is extremely high.

In order to prevent them from being crushed by overly heavy ears of corn, specific metal ions must be added to the fertilizer. Their roots will absorb these metal ions to stabilize the stalks without affecting the plants themselves.

After being harvested, the straw will be recycled into carbon fiber polymer materials, which will be processed into furniture or building materials for urban expansion.

The seedlings of some plants are still being cultivated, such as rice, fruit trees and even fast-growing wood. These things will have to wait until they build more plantations themselves before they will have room to plant them.

After plowing the fields, the farmers' results were reported to everyone, and everyone knew that they were the first to complete their own stage tasks.

Under the envious eyes of everyone, the farmers felt for the first time that farming gave them a great sense of honor and mission. This kind of positive feedback was something they had never experienced before. Even in the city, the status of farmers was only slightly better than that of the infected. After all, the land in the city, which was worth every inch of money, belonged to the masters, and they could only be considered tenants.

Now, every grain of rice that city dwellers eat in the future will be engraved with their names.

Oh, they are city people themselves.

Now they walk on the street with their heads held high, as if they wanted to raise them to the sky.

Those workers who also had a strong enthusiasm for work worked even harder under this stimulation. If Zhang Miao had not suppressed them forcefully several times, this group of people might have started the factory long ago.

Factories and farms are different. Even if you mess up the farms, the most that can happen is a reduction in production. Anyway, food is in an extremely abundant state now, so even if there is a reduction in production, it is no big deal. Just consider it as an experience gained.

But in a factory, if you mess around, people will die. Behind every regulation there are lessons learned with piles of bloody corpses. Even if the equipment safety management is good and the safety mechanism is comprehensive, it is difficult to avoid accidents caused by incorrect operation, especially when these people are all novices.

Only after the workers had memorized the safety manual and operating procedures by heart and passed Lexington's multiple assessments did Zhang Miao agree to officially start operations in several factories.

As the steel plant's electric arc furnace was officially started, a social questionnaire issued by Zhang Miao was also distributed to everyone.

What do you want to do with the first batch of metal from the steel plant?

No one has ever asked them this question, not even the former workers or factory owners. They may not even know what they are producing.

Yeah, what are these things supposed to be used for?

Some people say that it should be used to make a pot so that you can cook at home.

Some people say that it should be used to make knives to kill those nobles.

Some people said that the money should be used to erect a statue for Zhang Miao, but this was directly rejected by him.

......

"Captain, life here is so boring. Our brothers' bones are almost rusted."

Chikov was lying on the railing. He had taken off all his equipment and put it in the warehouse. He was only wearing the uniform, which was bulging because of his strong body like a bear.