Who will pity us?

When the construction team members who were only able to use the waste and were only able to be included in the counterpart analysis team had already noticed abnormal situations in the medieval world, most people on earth also received similar messages.

Through the screen, watching the skinny Akerli villagers in the Middle Ages, sweating profusely in the mud, hunger and trekking, most people on earth didn't mind feeling moved, and offered conscientious mercy, and maybe occasionally shed a few tears of sympathy.

However, if these lazy bones begin to slack off and their enthusiasm for labor decreases, it may lead to less food, which will affect the goal of achieving absolute security within half a year - no matter how small the impact is, as long as this impact may threaten yourself and your family - these "overwhelming majority" of people on earth express their hatred and intolerance without hesitation.

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Luo County.

First Citizen Hospital, Inpatient Department Ward.

"oops!"

Looking at the "lazy incident" that the host and guest were analyzing in the Wu Qingchen channel, the host and the guest were analyzing. In front of the bed near the door, a relative of a patient who was dark-skinned and thick-boned, was used to farm work. He slapped his thighs hard: "The cows in this family are damaged by tendons! How can they be left at home and stare at daze? Take it out and do some light work occasionally to get better faster!"

"And here..."

The family members of another hospital bed also spoke: "They are not good at brains. They are just reinforced and prevent cold. How many days can they be used for such a small area of ​​the wooden house? Leave it to me for decoration, and it will take half an afternoon to take care of it!"

"What you said is good..." The patient on the second bed shook his head: "But this medieval world is like before liberation, where is this technology there!"

"What technology is needed for this matter?"

"With Wu Qingchen here, are you afraid you don't have the skills?"

"There is nothing else, the government did not pay attention to it early!" The family of the patient who was close to the door was heartbroken: "Look, we can solve two problems by just chatting in our room! As long as the government makes up its mind, isn't it easy to find some experts?"

"That's it! Discover early, pay attention early, prescribe the right medicine, and solve all the worries of these people in advance. Where can these messy things happen?"

"After all, I'm still poor, I'm still lazy!"

"Mom..." At the innermost part of the ward, on the bed near the window, watching the analysis of "lazy" on the TV, listening to the enthusiastic discussion of the adults beside him, Nannan held her mother's hand in doubt: "What's wrong? Why are you angry? Did your brother sleep in early morning?"

"No..." The mother shook her head and gently patted her daughter's back of her hand; "In the early morning, my brother is a hard-working child, a person who does bad things, is lazy, and is another bad guy!"

When talking about the "bad guys" in the Middle Ages, my mother finally suppressed the anger in her tone.

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Los Angeles Institute of Microbiology.

"Okay! Great!"

Quickly browse the Middle Ages briefings and Earth opinion briefings sent by the assistant quickly, the doctor's eyes shining: "Contact the intelligence center immediately to synchronize the information of this group of lazy people, focusing on psychological analysis and trajectory."

"Okay, Doctor!"

The assistant standing on the left quickly turned around and when he walked to the door, he had already dialed the phone.

"Immediately notify all supervisors and departments to prepare materials and instruments. Once the information arrives, adjust the direction immediately! Be ready to study the most painful, fastest and most warning methods at any time, and set a few examples for these lazy people who are passive and slacking off work and waste food!"

"But..." the assistant hesitated: "In response to the decline in labor enthusiasm, there are already very mature plans in the Mill Strategy..."

"I know there is a plan!" The doctor interrupted the assistant's reminder: "However, no one can be sure of the effect before the mature plan is implemented! In addition, our research... is not only used when the enthusiasm for labor declines."

"Okay, Doctor!"

The assistant standing on the right also turned around quickly.

"Wait a minute..." The doctor called his assistant: "Remember to submit an emergency additional funding report!"

"The amount is..." The assistant took out his notebook.

"In such a serious situation and the public attaches so much importance to it, of course, it is the highest standard!"

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Jiang County.

A rental house.

"Depend on!"

Looking at the "lazy list" summarized by the website editor working overtime, and the serious consequences of these bastards being lazy, Li Zhen gritted his teeth and slapped the keyboard:

"Is it so difficult to be honest in my work?"

On the pages he browsed, similar condemnations quickly flooded the screen:

"After healing, the scars forget the pain, we must teach these lazy people a lesson!"

"Cancellate their qualifications to divide honeycombs! Kill the chicken to warn the monkeys! Kill one to warn the hundred!"

"Drag all the oxen from their homes and do the heaviest work!"

"Laggy! A bad bone! It is strongly recommended that all these people be included in the key monitoring targets!"

"The country has a way, right? The country has a way, right?"

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Of course the country has a way.

The effect of artificial intervention in bee swarming is gradually reflected, and this wave of labor efficiency reduction in the medieval world was indeed expected by the Staff Corps.

However, unlike ordinary people who scolded villagers for their reduced labor efficiency, which may have an impact on the material reserves of the Mill Strategy, in the view of senior staff of the Interim Committee and the decision-makers of the staff who looked at the overall situation, this phenomenon further reflects the fragility of early farming civilization.

When the threat of survival is reduced, we begin to pursue a better life enjoyment. This is human nature.

Needless to mention the medieval world, even the earth in the 21st century.

When the bank card still has a balance, the urgency of finding a job will certainly not be too high.

When the credit card started to collect payments, no matter how disgusting the boss, superior, and customer were, they had to pinch their noses and endure it.

From this perspective, the solution to the reduction in labor efficiency in the Middle World is very simple: negative asset operation.

Every grass in the medieval world is marked by the earth and included in the material list. How can it tolerate the villagers of the medieval world as reserves that are hundreds of times valuable? - How many cents of interest should be left to save money? Isn't that a waste of bugs and mice?

Of course, both the earth and the medieval world: people are the most precious resources.

Of course, the Earth team did not intend to starve people from the Middle Ages to death, but to say that in addition to the necessary food, the remaining food and other resources must be fully utilized.

Even if there is no reduction in labor efficiency this time, even if the plan to increase bee production is not adopted, under the guiding ideology of negative asset operation, after Wu Qingchen entered the Middle Ages, the villagers of Akerli Village would not expect their family to have more than half a month of grain reserves from this autumn harvest.

In this extremely backward world, if you control food, you control all the villagers from the source.

However... the suggestion of plundering food and reducing reserves is so angry that the heavens are resentful, and the heavens are not tolerated, and the sky is struck by lightning. Of course, it cannot be proposed by Wu Qingchen/Los, who is positioned as a good villager - a good man of ten generations - a contemporary sage.

Moreover, this incident is not convenient to be achieved overnight. The villagers must first enjoy the rudeness of feudal society, and then feel the warmth of the earth's means.

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Among the troubles, the earth spent two hours, and the medieval world passed by two more days.

March 7, 0001.

Wu Qingchen entered the medieval world in this round, on the sixth day.

late at night.

The wooden house was quiet.

With one hand, he gently opened the "wall hole" and six eyes quietly looked out from the current fashionable structure of this Akerry village.

"Are you okay?"

After a long time, a sound of suppression came from behind.

"What's the hurry?" The voice of the answer next to the wall hole was when Wu Qingchen was appointed as a cowherd by the Baron. Wayne, who was leading the way to bribe a bundle of grass to Old William: "It's still early!"

"Oh!" The woman behind her sighed: "...It's already this time. If you don't sleep, what should you do tomorrow's work..."

"Give it tomorrow's work!" Wayne snorted heavily: "If you don't prepare early, no matter how much work you do, it will be useless!"

"This is still something that is indefinite..." The second son muttered beside him: "...Who knows if it is true..."

"Is it possible that there is any fake... A honeycomb belongs to the church, a honeycomb belongs to the Baron, and the remaining honeycomb belongs to Master Iverite and Master Playa. The way to move the honeycomb belongs to Master Los, and the way to button up the wooden barrel belongs to Master Los... The extra wheat also belongs to the church, Baron, Master Iverite, Master Playa, and Master Los! Increase tax! Honeycomb tax!"

Wayne said bitterly: "Listen, honeycomb tax! honeycomb tax... can the neighbors make up this?"

"Ah..." the woman sighed: "Why is Mr. Andre... honeycomb tax, ah... actually, what the master said is correct."

After a long sigh, everyone in the wooden house fell silent.

"Actually..." After a long time, the eldest son said slowly: "Holman himself said that this is just what Mr. Andre said, the master in charge, the minister, and the master Los, and he hasn't said anything yet..."

"Oh..." Wayne sighed long: "Of course, the lord and the priest cannot speak casually. As for Mr. Los... the master, the kind-hearted lord, the kind-hearted lord, how could he say this? The honeycomb tax, Mr. Los must have never thought of it!"

"Master Playa is also very kind..." the woman said, "The cellular tax won't be too much, right? Will he leave us a little more wheat?"

"Yes, Pastor Praia will definitely let us leave a little more." The eldest son's voice was filled with hope.

"Maybe, after collecting the honeycomb tax, we can leave one more can... no, leave two more cans... Then we can eat one more month!" The second son looked at the location of the clay pot in his memory.

"The priest is kind and very kind to the villagers." Wayne's tone was indeed full of gratitude: "If it were just two cans, or a little more, Master Playa would definitely leave it to us."

"Then..." the eldest son hesitated: "Why do we still have to dig a hole secretly?"

"Oh..." Wayne sighed, "But... there are some things, if the Baron Master decides... even if Pastor Praia wants to leave us a little more wheat, how can it be convenient?"

"this……"
To be continued...