Even though he said that, Yu Lian always felt that there was still a bit of evil in it. As Mr. Bernard Wood said, the job of their civil service system is to prevent the train from derailing. Out of instinct,
They will do their best to prevent any changes that are beyond their understanding.
A huge technical college is built in the suburbs of Tulon, and it will recruit a large number of Shaman technicians. What kind of problems this will bring will definitely exceed the imagination of the Governor's Palace.
"Actually, this is quite easy to solve." Feifei said with a smile: "Mr. Bernard Wood's eldest son runs a small engineering company locally. When we expanded the insect catching machine factory in New China, we gave them a contract.
Of course, the information here was collected by Akinayama-san."
As a result, the Tulon Technical College was established in this way, and it quickly filled up with students. Among them, there were only 20,000 young people who immigrated to the earth, and the other 100,000 were sand people. Of course, the teachers of professional courses now
It is far from enough. For example, students in schools all start with language and primary education, which can be learned through teaching robots.
"The sand people are really here too?" Yu Lian was really shocked.
Two years ago, they were still "Sand people will never be slaves" and they gathered an army of two million to besiege Tulong! The spiritual leader of the Sand people, Elder Brownsen, and the future leader Qazi Khan all died in their own hands.
’s... The latter one is not famous, but it can be ignored.
In addition, after all, this place is far away from the mainland, and the sky is high and the emperor is far away. The mine bosses and farmers are also more unscrupulous.
All in all, the relationship between the Earth and the sand people may not have reached the point of a blood feud, but the relationship with the Earth's colonial government is at least indifferent.
"Of course, most people are waiting and watching, even the tribes and city-states that were originally relatively friendly to the Governor's Mansion. Only a few thousand students were found in the first month of school. So Major Wayali personally led the attack
He conquered several sand people city-states."
"Attack, attack...has the governor's office approved it?"
"The Governor's Mansion cannot control the Thirteenth Fleet, and at the time of the attack, Governor Jiang was inspecting New Port Arthur. In addition, these city-states were all participants in the Tulong incident a few years ago, and Qiu Mingshan had already collected sufficient information.
The evidence proves that they are still colluding with foreign forces. It is only natural for us to suppress the rebellion."
Most of the tribes and city-states that attacked Tulong, nomadic tribes, have been trapped in the vast grasslands and sand seas, and have become horse bandits, and have become copies of bounty hunters from all walks of life to gain records and money. But those who were originally
The settled city-state princes just fled back to their strongholds and shivered.
However, at that time, the Governor's Mansion was dealing with a series of consequences after the Tulong incident, so they ignored these guys. After a period of trembling with fear, they cautiously tested the Governor's Mansion and sent a large sum of money.
The Governor's Mansion really dared to endure it, and the princes of the Sand People felt that they could stand up for themselves again, and they felt relieved. But what they never expected was that the Governor's Mansion let them go, but the Thirteenth Fleet did not.
"Major Wayali killed all the princes and nobles with black scales, red scales and white scales, but also freed all the slaves and oppressed civilians. Among them, he selected some who had a certain foundation in reading and writing, and who were not so interested in us.
A young man with great resentment... Haha, in fact, when he killed the princes and nobles, the ordinary civilians had no resentment towards us at all."
Yes! Before the arrival of the earth, the civilization process of the sand people had just reached the era of city-states and nomads, and had just produced rudimentary writing and social systems. It was far from the point where nationalism could be born.
However, for these ordinary sand people, most of whom have never left their cities, the oppression of the people on earth has no intuitive impression, but the whips of their own masters can be felt with physical pain every day.
The dried corpses of slave workers hanging on the wall were also made by the masters.
No matter how hard they work in sweatshops, the earth's miners and farmers still look better than the sand people themselves.
As for the hatred of the hundreds of thousands of the same people who died in Tulon, after all, most sand people do not have the concept of compatriots. They now feel that the people on earth are quite good. If we don't cause trouble, the people on earth will not
The unlucky ones who did it and died were those who listened to the deceptions of these noble lords!
"Just like that, in the second month of school, we had 10,000 students."
This amount is amazing. With the productivity of the city-state era, even if they can occasionally get industrial products and books from this side of the earth, and young people born in ordinary families can read and write, they must be the best among children of the same class.
"After another month, we will be full of students..." Feifei added.
Yu Liandao: "I know, these are students sent by those friendly city-states and tribes, right? They should all be children of nobles. They were still waiting and watching before, but they can't do it anymore. If they still have to wait, I will be in the Governor's Mansion.
There is no influence left.”
Feifei smiled and nodded, then said: "I dream that one day, on the Red Mountain of Wolfgang Star, the son of Wolfgang Gladiator will be able to sit down with the son of Star Knight and talk about the friendship of comrades."
"I have a dream that one day, even the Helok Sector and the Symoe Sector, two places where justice has disappeared and oppression is rife, will become oases of justice and peace."
"I have a dream that one day, a poor young Razakai will live in a universe where they will be judged not by their race, but by the quality of their character. They are not born to be Tirero.
Servants and servants may also become scholars, engineers and artists.”
Although Feifei's speech was full of emotions, Yu Lian's goosebumps immediately arose, and it felt a bit like a large-scale social death scene.
"No matter what Yu'er's state of mind was when he said this, I think at least Wayali really listened to it." Feifei smiled and said, "And it was actually implemented. Did Qiu Mingshan listen to it?"
I don’t know what went in, but he at least had a good time, and that’s how the story turned out.”
Yu Lian felt a little ashamed of himself for a while, feeling that all his friends were purer than him.
"What else? In those city-states where the princes and nobles have been killed, what will happen to the remaining common people and liberated slaves? Don't tell me that they can manage themselves."
It’s still the same problem. In this era, the lower-class working people rarely have the opportunity to receive education. The reason why they are oppressed by the masters is not because they are born this way, but because they have no choice, or they don’t even have the concept of choice.
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"This is the next step." Feifei smiled and said: "Didn't I tell you that a new factory jointly funded by Red Star Investment Company, New China Heavy Industry, and Hongfeng Factory has been built?"
"Yes, it seems to be a huge metallurgical base. If all the plans are formed, it will be a replica of another red maple factory. I got the money from Yani... I got the money from Miss Bei.
You guys really jumped in without blinking an eye."
"To be precise, the metallurgical base is to provide support for the ship material and mechanical processing base. There are so many ores, such good natural conditions, and so many labor forces here in Xinyumen. It would be a shame not to use them! In short,
The processing plant will be placed on the seaside in Yumen, on the plain about 100 kilometers away from Tulong. As for the metallurgical plant, it will be placed at the foot of Mount Kililuo, not far from the valley where the fish fled last time. There are high-quality
Iron ore and copper mines. However, in this way, basic transportation facilities should be built."
At this moment, it is still 9pm standard time in the New Lushun Star Port, but it is exactly 10am in the New Yumen, more than 300 light-years away.
On the rugged hilly terrain from Mount Kiliro, the highest in Xinyumen, to the plains outside Tulon City, hundreds of thousands of sand laborers formed two long snakes that snaked beyond the horizon. They stood face to face,
Wearing strange steel-framed gloves on his hands, he held the impact hammer tightly and kept hitting the ground.
A young human with tanned skin stood on the bed of a nearby truck, holding a loudspeaker and shouting: "Listen to my orders! One! Two! Smash!"
Following his orders, the sand workers continued to pound the ground with hammers. The impact power hammer was like a crude version of a road roller, constantly stamping the undulating ground into a smooth road.
The chant shouted by the human youth was in Earth language. Although it was simple, the workers nearby understood it, and the movements were neat and rhythmic, just like a machine. In other words, even better than a machine. At least the machine was absolutely perfect.
It is impossible to have such a passionate feeling.
Among these two long queues of sand people workers, there were hundreds of people like him who were shouting slogans and commanding them. There were humans like him, and there were also Rumina people with four arms and carapace on their backs.
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The Lumina people have the attribute of "relocating to their homeland". This must be the first batch of Lumina workers to come to the New World since the birth of this nation. However, after a short adaptation period, they
I still hung up the carapace humidifier and got into the hot work.
The surface of this hilly area is very rugged, making it difficult for large machinery to drive in. Of course, they can also use engineering robots with flight and anti-gravity functions to work, but the cost will be out of control.
Fortunately, under the guidance of humans and Lumina engineers, although the sand laborers still feel dull, they are doing very well in these mechanical labor tasks.
After nearly a month and hours of hard work, the ten-kilometer-long ground was finally leveled. Immediately afterwards, another group of workers came in with tools and began to reinforce the road. They also wore
Strange steel-framed gloves.
This is another flagship product of Red Star Office, the Worker Type 5 work exoskeleton that has been officially put into production. The cost is low and the performance is good. It allows each worker to exert more than twice the strength of his original body when using his upper limbs to work.
Strength without spending too much physical energy.
Now, the Worker Type 5 has been sold to the Alliance, and is being entrusted to the Alliance's famous Hearth Industries for production. The annual agency fees alone are calculated in the hundreds of millions.
The dark-skinned young man breathed a long sigh of relief, jumped off the truck and checked the smoothness of the road. He was quite satisfied with everyone's work. He patted the cyan-scaled Shamin foreman next to him and said with a laugh: "We will work harder tonight.
meal!"
The sandman was startled for a moment, then flopped onto the ground.
"I told you not to kneel down at all times, I am not your new master!" The young man shouted helplessly, and he raised the sand people with all his strength, and gestured with his hands and feet: "Extra food today! Extra food, eat meat.
…Meat, do you understand?”
The other party should be able to understand the word "meat", and he immediately smiled, as if he was lying down and kowtowing, but was supported by the young man.
"I told you not to kneel! You are an honorable worker, so who are you kneeling to?"
The foreman of Shamin did not understand and looked confused.
The young black man let out a helpless hey. Just as he was thinking about how to tell the other party such a complicated matter, he heard a burst of footsteps in the distance. If it were human footsteps, the sound could not be this heavy and oppressive.
Like a heavy robot.
"Has the big guy sent from the mainland arrived?"
The young man also looked at it with a smile, and quickly jumped on the roof of his dump truck, looking towards the direction of the sound. Then he saw a group of people wearing power mechas appearing from behind the hills, and the marching team kept marching.
After climbing over the hillside and the ditch, we passed right outside the construction site.
On normal days, when ordinary sand people saw earthlings wearing military power armor, they would either hide in the soil like lizards, or kneel down and tremble. But now, these workers just made way for them.
, although he still flinched a little, but at least he didn't run away, and even dared to stay away and look at this scene like a peep show.
This is probably because of the 500 or so people who came here, only half were humans and the other half were sand people.
The power armor worn by the Sand People is not a military product with military armor and supporting firepower. It is more like a hand-made exoskeleton. It always looks a bit wasteland. However, the running Sand People soldiers feel that they are
He looks like an interstellar knight wearing a heraldry machine, and his spirit is even fuller than that of his earthly comrades next to him.
"Run! Run! The Imperial Panzer Grenadier wearing power armor can march 200 kilometers every day for a week, and then immediately enter the battle! Even the stormtroopers can reach 150 kilometers. I don't ask you to reach 150 kilometers.
The standard of the bombardier, but how can it be defeated by the stormtroopers?" A young earthling who did not wear power armor but only wore a sports suit ran on the side of the team. While running, he kept encouraging everyone: "Run! Run! Look.
Look at the folks around you, think about your current life, it’s up to you to protect it all!”
Tsk, it’s not a machine sent from the mainland! The young supervisor curled his lips in dissatisfaction, sat down and wanted to take a nap on the roof of the car, but the leading young officer had already looked at it.
"Hi, Mr. Busca." The young man greeted loudly.
"Hi, Major Vayali." Mr. Busca, a young engineer at the Red Maple Factory, said helplessly: "You are really good at doing this. Do you still need to lead this kind of training yourself?"
"After all, I am a psychic, at least I am very confident in my physical strength." Simon Vayali stopped, took a few steps closer, and asked with a smile: "How is the progress of the project?"
"Mr. Summers has inspected it. If everything goes well, the light rails can be laid next month. Of course, the premise is that the materials are sent from China and no one disturbs the construction." Busca spread his hands and shrugged.
Shrugging: "Tell me, how come I, a worker's son who has never left Lumina's hometown, somehow ended up on this planet two million light years away and chewed up sand?"