Wu Hui definitely wouldn't waste this labor just because Emily is a beautiful girl. At the beginning, he also didn't let go of Wang Xiaodie, who acted coquettishly with him all day long.

Emily, a war hymn singer with a brain full of pornographic waste, is not bad in intelligence and martial arts. And being able to sing war songs, even if they are mutated, shows that she has something to do with the Ares believers in the old church.

If you have connections, you can contact them. You can inquire about the situation and exchange some resources.

In Wu Hui's view, the Old Church's goal of awakening the old gods is the more reliable of several routes, but of course it is only relatively speaking.

It's just that what these people do is not very reliable. They actually rely on devout prayers...

Considering the special nature of the gods themselves, prayer may be able to help the gods regain some of their power, but after they are dead, the whole world becomes dark. Can the effect of prayer really be useful?

But that was just a sign of Wu Hui's understanding. Maybe the old church had other efforts.

It’s not really just praying.

In comparison, the New Sunists who are trying to create an artificial sun feel a bit unrealistic.

As for transforming into an undead or being immersed in a dream, they are just options. If you can live in the light, that's naturally better.

"Where can I contact the people from the Old Church?" Emily began to think.

She did know someone from the Old Church, but that old guy had been dead for more than ten years. Even the war hymn scores left behind had undergone unknown mutations.

But Emily just lacked a suitable opportunity to visit. After the camps in the wilderness united, they have become a force that cannot be ignored. The total population of the city and the population directly under the jurisdiction of Black Rock City is only 80,000 or 90,000. Wu Hui and the other camps

Together they have more than 10,000 yuan.

Well, there weren't that many originally, but after the First World War in Black Rock City, more people were willing to join.

The dividends brought by victory are always attractive. Wu Hui's point setting and benefit exchange system slowly began to spread in the wilderness. An eight-hundred-person joint patrol team began to be formed.

As long as there is firewood to shine, there will still be enough food to eat. Now most wilderness camps have learned from Wu Hui. There is no market and they all operate on a semi-rationing system.

The rationing system is a minimum guarantee system.

There is a saying that when there is a 10% shortage of food, the price does not rise by 10%, but the price will not stop until the price rises to 10% of starvation.

Of course, the actual number of people who starve to death may be higher than 10%.

The only way to solve this problem is rationing.

We all suffer from 10% hunger together.

Of course, it is not completely a rationing system, it should be said to be a planned economy. Wu Hui manages and arranges production all by himself. There is no free market internally. There is only external trade.

If every plan of the planned economy is accurate, then this thing is very good. But it is a pity that mistakes will always occur if you play too much. And if you rely solely on market control, the problems mentioned above will occur. Increases and decreases in prices will

Completely unreasonable fluctuations occurred.

There must be a market. Currently, Wu Hui can manage it with a thousand people, and he can also control all production by himself. It won't be possible after that.

"Well, help each camp make a plan, let them develop, and find a few thorns to deal with to establish authority. The next time there is civil strife in Black Rock City, it will be when the Darkless Camp completely enters the stage of history."

Wu Hui put on his glasses and decided on his next course of action.

It will take a few more months to get the camp back on track. Hopefully, the second wave of chaos in Black Rock City will happen later.

At present, except for firewood, there is no shortage of anything else. Schools, factories, farmland, and barracks are all on track and running well.

The camp currently has more than two hundred gold coins in its account. In fact, Wu Hui's share was more than that just after wiping out the three major chambers of commerce, not to mention the recent profits from bronzes and medicinal materials. But Wu Hui knows that money is useless if it is left in his hands.

All were replaced with firewood and other necessary items, or used to expand production scale.

In this case, making weapons will definitely not fail to sell.

It is the behavior of feudal landlords to store money and resources in warehouses. Of course, Wu Hui does not save money now, but he also needs to save resources. Because when productivity is low, the ability to resist risks is more important than the speed of development.

So although the method of making money from money is theoretically more advanced and powerful, it still depends on the specific situation.

Build walls high, accumulate grain widely, and become king slowly. This is the basic process of conquering the world. The current location of Wuyan Camp is not very good, so Wu Hui only built a small wall.

A real city wall will be built after the city is relocated. But it won't be too strong, because this is a dark place, and a city can only last a hundred years at most.

Maybe this is the limit of human beings. If we can't find a way within a hundred years, they will really become extinct in the darkness.

Thinking of this, Wu Hui felt that time was not waiting for me.

Obviously his development speed has been very fast, but he still feels that it is not fast enough.

According to the current progress, he can obviously change from a camp of forty people to a large territory controlling tens of thousands of people in just one year. No matter where it is placed, it will definitely progress very quickly.

You are obviously still young, so why worry?

Others can't understand Wu Hui. Not even Cordell.

The surroundings were bustling with people coming and going. But in this world, Wu Hui was very lonely.

Plateau Dominion.

An area on the edge of King Xin's rule.

It is indeed very marginal. Here, the power of the Nightmare Sect may be greater than that of King Xin, and the Dominion itself is also a place where one does not have to listen to orders from superiors.

People indulged in dreams can be seen everywhere on the street.

They close their eyes, unwilling to wake up, and their bodies function at a minimum level. If the body dies, the soul can continue to function.

The soul of an ordinary person can last for hundreds of years at most.

If it is a strong man with fighting ability, it will not be a problem to last for thousands of years. The souls of countless people together form a dream, which is more beautiful than reality and happier than reality.

A young man in a cloak walks through the crowd.

His name is Duquesne.

It is said that the special commissioner of the Dream Sect in this city only took six months to become the regional director, managing the dreams of thousands of people.

Dukan's face covered by his cloak was filled with cynicism, but deep in his eyes were thoughts and worries.

Soon, he walked to a remote but luxuriously decorated cabin, took off his hood, and said to the people gathered in the room: "I heard that the agents you cultivated in Black Rock City have completely failed?"

"It's just a small town that is about to run out of firewood. Don't worry about it." A man was mentioned sad by Dukan. Looking at the smile on this guy's face, his mood suddenly became much worse.

But Dukan smiled happily: "Just admit your failure. There is no need to pretend not to care. Maybe I can give you some compensation?"

"Of course, this sentence is a lie to you."
Chapter completed!