"What did your Jay sister say in the end?" I asked the little boy who lowered his head and ate the cake.

The child from the Brown Pool Tribe grabbed his head and whispered: "It seems that he would let everyone run into the mountains..."

I was really surprised by how I was able to come to the place where the Jay was during a purely accidental time travel... Is it the legendary fate? Is it worthy of being my first ally!

Unfortunately, their tribe was still in a situation where the world was enemies due to improper operation. If they followed my original advice, they would first get up and develop in the wild area, accumulate grain and become kings, and when allies return to their hearts and interests are tied up, they would be able to always stand in the dominant position and have irreplaceable advantages based on the dividends developed first.

As for war... if there is food, are there people, are you still afraid that you will not be able to recruit soldiers?

This approach is similar to what I do now. Compared to my prosperity and power, the Brown Pond tribe can be said to be in decline and in danger.

Alas, that little clever guy should be fine, right? How can I rush over and rescue her?

"Lion, do you have the confidence to march with me for thirty days and cross the lake blue hermit crab grassland?" I asked.

Zero Lion cried and said, "Sir, you don't need to say that you want to kill me so tactfully..."

It's useless.

"Then your team will first be stationed here, repair the houses near the port and move in. I will let the Oasis Free Trade Zone support the rest."

It is also very important to occupy this land. According to convention, it is better to garrison troops first and then build them.

The war is about to end, and there are now many craftsmen with overcapacity and merchants who are eager to invest. As an undisputed overlord in the wasteland area, I just need to tell them this business plan and I don’t worry about them not taking the bait!

These children are a headache for me. The cost of raising them is too high to be converted into labor. If they don’t take care of them, they can’t get over it. After all, they are children in the Jay Tribe. Maybe they still have relatives and cannot leave.

Could it be that I have to open a talent education and civil and military school to cultivate them into talents?

...My system is not called Liu Laoliu, and it is impossible for fifty-four heroes to be teachers!

"What are the origins of these adults in it? Do you know how to craft?" I continued to ask the lion.

Among these prisoners, there were more than a dozen adults with pale faces and thin skin. They were sluggish by the wall and slowly sucked the barley cake in their mouths with water, and they could not see their heads at all.

"Sir, they are technicians who plunder pirates, but they are all historians, philosophers and other theoretical scholars. According to them, because the market is not good, they can't sell them as slaves, so they are locked in the warehouse until now."

...Is it so realistic? Fortunately, I didn't become an architect in Shining City.

I asked the Leo: "Are these people reliable? Regarding the rescued children, I plan to set up a school to train them into useful talents. Do you think they are suitable for being teachers?"

The lion said in trouble: "Then I don't know much, sir. But there should be no problem with being a teacher, right?"

At this time, Eaton and two soldiers walked in from outside, struggling to carry a hard piece of soil, carefully protecting the soil from collapsing every step.

The soldiers were ordered to pry up the map that Mr. Hook d'Or d'Or d'Or d'Or d'Or d'Or, and sent it to the tavern for copying. It seemed that it took a lot of effort to complete the task.

I happened to catch Eaton and asked, "Build a school and let these experts teach the children, what do you think?"

Eaton did not refuse, and immediately expressed his admiration for knowledge with a firm attitude: "Not very good! Sir!"

"Oh, you think you can... wait, what did you say just now?" I thought I heard it wrong.

Eaton repeated again: "I mean the idea is not very good! Unless you want to see a lot of young scholars in the territory, including 8-year-old tacticians, 10-year-old historians, 12-year-old philosophers, and 14-year-old sociologists, scrambling to explore their academic views and distort your governance philosophy..."

Damn, what he said makes sense!

I couldn't help but imagine that a group of young experts ran out of my territory, talking like some wonderful barrage, criticizing this and criticizing that, promoting the sliding tactics, and encouraging everyone to invest an oxygen destroyer in the battlefield between Godzilla and Gitdora...

The advantage of freedom of speech is that it can exchange ideas and promote development, but the disadvantage is that it does not stipulate that you cannot swear when you exchange ideas. This phenomenon is very similar to the blooming flowers in those days, so let’s call this phenomenon overgrown weeds!

"...How do you know so much?" I asked Eaton.

Eaton smiled bitterly, "You have tried your idea to load the collar of your hand, and the final result is..."

He smiled meaningfully.

"What do you think you should do?" I asked back.

Eaton whispered: "Later we found that it was very effective to enter the military camp..."

Understood!

"Just do what you said! Then these children are placed in the Anti-Lightning Army Base. They are about to rest for a while, so let these children participate in the summer camp military training together. You select twenty or thirty veterans with good character and let them take three children one by one."

I just happened to want to reorganize the troops, take the opportunity to break up the original organization, and play the backbone role of veterans. For example, I think the configuration of one upper ninja and three lower ninjas is very reasonable!

I continued, "Now our economic development has also been around. I think it's time to implement the military rank system! All members of the Anti-Lightning Corps who have participated in this battle will be promoted to sergeants, chief and deputy captains, and the supervisor team will be promoted to sergeants. Those children will first refer to the treatment of corporals... I will ask Burnett to come up with a salary plan, and then start recruiting troops in the free trade zone to replenish their troops."

Eaton was stunned at first, subconsciously trying to refute the plan to turn the army into a nursery, but when I heard about the military rank, salary, and recruitment plan, I finally shut up and nodded firmly.

That's right, I decided to formally put the new army training that I had been thinking about on the agenda.

Children can select potential personnel to be cultivated from an early age, and the free trade zone has sufficient labor to recruit. If this continues to develop stably, the Anti-Lightning Corps may really have a real opportunity to become an army!

With these basic experiences, I am not worried about cultivating people who talk big. The overall view may be lacking, but Micro-Cause is at least the level of the head of state, second only to the principal.

After all, the head of state is obviously one level worse than the principal - the head of state is good at micro-engaging the non-existent army, while the principal can always micro-engage an army until it does not exist.

"Find me two camels, and you should consider the plan ahead carefully. Next, I will go on an expedition to implement the adult's plan, and I'll ask you everything!"

"Yes, sir!"

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Just like every day in the past, the bright sunlight shone on the high-rise atmosphere and was scattered by the high-altitude atmospheric molecules. A faint light began to appear in the sky. At this time, a ray of dawn suddenly appeared from the horizon, and the morning light finally illuminated the land.

Burnet yawned in the morning breeze, pushed open the tavern door, moved the newly carved labor market sign, and was about to hang it at the tavern door, and then patrolled the thriving free land, suddenly found that the animals in the open space at the door were restless and rushed to the distance.

Soon, two camels with some hair loss came in the cool breeze, and stepped on the sand with cheerful steps, with a leisurely look on their faces.

But after the camel approached, several short figures jumped out of the saddle and ran towards the place quickly. They shouted excitedly and anxiously: "Uncle Burnett! It's Uncle Burnett!"

The thin figure hit his legs in unison and surrounded him, without breaking his confusion. Until the tender call sounded, he finally woke up like a thunder strike, squatted down in a hurry, hugged the children tightly and said nothing, like a statue.
Chapter completed!