Chapter 245 Transportation Tools

Roland leaned back on the chair in the office and carefully checked the statistical report made by Barov.

It took three full days before the city hall sorted out all the more than 6,000 refugees. Among them, the proportion of craftsmen was relatively low, and only 186 people passed the review. Of course, this is also related to the intensity of this review because it involves the allocation of housing and the issuance of ID cards.

In Roland's thinking, in the future, only residents with ID cards can be counted as his official citizens. Therefore, it is necessary to firmly check and cultivate the core supporters of the town when the number of people is small in the early stage and it is easier to control. After the population grows, use the power of the people to assimilate other new entrants. After all, people are social animals. As long as the general environment is like this, more and more people will agree with his ideas, and he can indeed Bring people a better life.

"Then you will arrange the houses for these craftsmen. Whether you are single or with a family, you will be allocated at least one independent suite." Roland ordered.

"Yes," Barov replied, "Excuse me, Your Highness, are these houses distributed as gifts?"

"Based on rental," he shook his head. "The reason why the aborigines get new houses in the community for free is because most of them have old houses, which can be regarded as exchanging old houses for new ones. If these people also give houses as gifts, it will not help them get out of the house and actively participate in the community. Work. Of course, the rent can be calculated at a lower level, and tell them that as long as they work hard and save enough gold dragons, they can directly buy the house."

"I see."

After a moment of silence, Roland suddenly asked: "How many fugitives appeared after the award ceremony?"

"As of today, there are none among the aborigines, and there are seven among the serfs," Barov paused. "There are more refugees from the eastern region who choose to leave, a total of one hundred and fifteen people."

"Really," he breathed out lightly, and the moment he decided to push the witch to the front of the stage, he knew that this would happen. In order to assess the public's reaction and avoid accidents, Roland also specially arranged for a firearms team to temporarily station a few miles away from the town to intercept these escapees while counting the number of people to see how well everyone accepts witches.

And this answer is not perfect, at least it is very good. The aboriginals have fully accepted witches, which is close to what he expected; the number of escaped serfs is less than estimated, and it seems to be close to the drama of life at the bottom. The effect of the performance was good; but it was the refugees from the Eastern Territory, who had obviously received treatment from witches, and were in a situation where their homes had been destroyed and had nowhere to go. Roland was a little surprised that hundreds of them chose to leave.

"Your Highness, I suggest that they all be executed," Barov said calmly, "Those who can decide to leave under such circumstances must be those who are deeply influenced by the church. In the foreseeable future, they will not stand On the side of the royal power, nine out of ten will convert to believers in the church, there is no need to show them the slightest kindness."

"That's not necessarily the case... The people who are truly devout to the church should be the more than 300 refugees who are unwilling to leave the capital in the face of the evil epidemic." The prince closed his eyes and said, "These people may just be unable to change their ideas, stubborn They think that witches are evil and want to escape from here."

"Even so, they are still your potential enemies," Barov insisted.

If he met this group of people on the battlefield, Roland would defeat them without hesitation, but because of backward thinking and inconsistent ideas, he had to wield a butcher knife wantonly to kill a group of civilians, which was a huge psychological obstacle for him. After hesitating for a moment, he finally rejected the proposal, "I will let Nightingale go to interrogate these escapees. If there are spies or spies hidden in them, they will be caught and hanged, and the others will be expelled from the Western Territory."

Barov lowered his head with flickering eyes, and replied after a while, "I obey, Your Highness."

"Is there anything else to report?"

"Not for the time being, Your Highness," he coughed twice, "I'll deal with the housing allocation right now."

"Don't worry, you can take your time with these troubles." Roland opened his eyes, stood up and said, "Follow me to take a few photos first, and relax."

"Take... photos?" Barov was startled.

"You'll know right away," laughed the prince.

In the castle vestibule, he called Carter, Iron Ax and Soraya over. I saw a few four or five-meter-long and wide wooden boards placed in a corner of the garden, and a piece of canvas was covered on the ground.

"Border Town is not very big at the moment. When the land in the south is developed and connected to Longsong Fortress, the scale will be dozens of times larger than it is now. If you only rely on walking, it will take a day or two to go from east to west. , so there must be something that can quickly travel between places. The cost of raising horses is high, and it is impossible for every citizen to spend a lot of time learning how to ride a horse." Roland said as he opened the canvas, "I I plan to promote this means of transportation in small towns, it is easy to use, and the price is much lower than a horse."

"What... is this?" Carter was immediately attracted by the novelty in front of him, "Two wheels, an iron frame, is it a cart?"

"With two wheels standing side by side, it is difficult to maintain balance even if you are pushing a cart," Barrow shook his head and said, "I don't see how it can replace a horse."

Only Iron Ax remained silent, quietly waiting for the prince to explain.

Roland smiled, "This thing is called a bicycle. I'll show you it." He stood on the pedals with both feet in a standard starting posture, kicked off with one foot, and rode the bicycle on the stone road in the garden. Wander around.

With Anna's finishing and Soraya's coating technology, it is not difficult to manufacture a bicycle by hand. There are no difficulties in its principle and structure. The parts that need to use rubber are replaced by coating, such as the inner tube. It was drawn directly on a roll of paper tube, and Roland specially made a simple pump for this purpose. The tires and brakes are coated with harder cowhide, the frame is a hollow iron pipe, and the brake wires are made of anti-corrosion copper wires. The only trouble is the chain, which can only be cut by Anna one by one. In a long string. As for the classic bicycle with the pedals mounted directly on the wheels, he doesn't like it at all.

After riding in a circle, Roland pressed the brake, easily turned over and jumped off, looking at a row of stunned subordinates, he couldn't help feeling extremely proud. This is the excellent mount that a traveler should have. Compared with a horse that needs to be tamed and fed, a bicycle is much more refreshing.

"I plan to open a new bicycle factory in the industrial area to produce this kind of means of transportation. Not only do we need to recruit workers, but we also need to do a good job of publicity, and try to promote it to the entire territory as soon as possible," Roland explained briefly, "This is The purpose of my calling you here. You must first learn how to drive a bicycle, and then let Miss Soraya draw your appearance on a wooden board. I want all the citizens to see it, and only need to spend one or two gold dragons , you can have the same mounts as the lord, the commander of the first army, the chief knight, and the head of the city hall.".

To be continued. ,, your support is my biggest motivation.