Chapter 2063 Hot Land in the West

In this year and month, if a commoner family can cultivate a spellcaster, it will definitely be a great joy to honor the ancestors. Not only the caster himself has the opportunity to realize the class leap from "commoner" to "noble", but also relatives and friends can follow suit.

Near noon, a woodland appeared in front of the stream. At the junction of the jungle and the stream, there was a group of wooden houses surrounded by sharpened fences. A notice board was erected near the entrance of the town. A grinning head of a grizzly bear—obviously, this is Grizzly Town.

The four got out of the carriage, and Joan snapped his fingers casually, and the three phantom horses disappeared together with the carriage.

Walking into the town, on the street paved with gravel, there are pools of cow and horse manure everywhere. Under the sunshine in spring, it exudes a pungent smell, like acne on the face of a person. Foreigners leave a bad first impression.

Carefully bypass the livestock manure that can be seen everywhere, and walk a short distance along the street, and there are two buildings facing each other in front of you. The big house on the left side of the street is painted white, the open window on the second floor is hung with a national flag, and a coat of arms is nailed to the eaves of the first floor, which looks like the police station of the town.

Across the street from the police station, there is a more imposing two-storey building, with noisy noises coming from half the windows, and the smell of spirits mixed with tobacco blowing in the wind, it is obviously a tavern.

"It's still early, let's go in and sit down?" Hailaer pointed to the tavern on the corner of the street.

Joan, Audrey, and Holden had no objections, and followed Hailar into the tavern.

The layout of the bar on the first floor reminded Joan of the clubhouse Moriarty took him to. In the center of the hall surrounded by tables and chairs was a stage with steel pipes.

If they had come in the evening, there would have been a sexy girl performing a "strip show" on the stage at this moment. It was noon, the sun outside the window was too dazzling, and the atmosphere was not suitable for appreciating sex dances. On the stage, there was a black slave singer wearing an iron collar, holding an acoustic guitar, and singing popular western folk songs affectionately.

The waitress with a graceful figure holds up a tray full of beer glasses and fried potatoes with one hand, shuttles through the crowded crowd, sometimes twists her waist and swings her hips, avoiding the "salty pig hands" suddenly stretched out by the drunks, her feet are nimble. Better than a "tightrope walker" circus performer.

The four of them, Qiao An, were dressed and temperamentally incompatible with the atmosphere in the tavern. As soon as they entered the door, they attracted many vigilant and even malicious eyes.

After all, Hailar was born in Freeport, the "City of Pirates", and he was no stranger to this kind of scene. Under the gaze of the people, he didn't change his face, flicked his fingers, and used a "flash" technique casually, causing a ball of blazing fire to rise from his fingertips.

The onlookers were caught off guard and their eyes were stung, and they turned their heads to avoid it.

Hailar canceled the spell, the light on his fingertips dimmed, and he looked around. Few people dared to look directly at himself and his companions. The corners of his lips raised slightly, and he went straight to the bar.

The owner of the bar was a bald man wearing blindfolds sideways. He saw that Joan and the others were not ordinary people, so he was very polite.

Joan sat down and ordered a cup of coffee, and accidentally saw an old newspaper on the bar counter, took it over and opened it, and found that it was the "Midgard Tribune" published two weeks ago.

When waiting for someone to have nothing to do, Joan just flipped through the newspapers. One of the articles reporting the "Westward Movement" described what was happening in the hot land he was in at the moment.

According to the author's estimate, in 1623 alone, more than 100,000 new immigrants from the Old World poured into the New World, not including the slaves who were trafficked to the New World.

"The new immigrants come from all over the world, and more than half of them choose to land on the east coast of Wilnoa."

"They stayed in Midgard City for a while, and soon found that the price of this metropolis was too high for them to bear. They couldn't get a decent job and a place to settle down in the city, so they resolutely left the city. Go to the great west far away to find your own piece of promised land."

"The new immigrants drove a horse-drawn cart or a mule cart full of all their belongings, carrying their wives and children, traveling overnight on the vast Vigrid Plain, and with dreams of a happy life, they devoted themselves to this In the midst of a vigorous westward colonial wave."

"From the banks of the Mead River to the Vymur Valley, among the high mountains, on the edge of the jungle and the grassland, you can see the settlements established by the new settlers everywhere."

"New colonists come to the settlement every day to join these vibrant families and build the colonists' homeland together."

"Farmers, artisans, and hunters came by car. They were brave and strong men. They lived in simple wooden houses. They were rough and hospitable, very friendly to strangers, honest and reliable."

"They grow corn, rye, pumpkins, some pigs, and sometimes a cow or two, or a foal..."

"They are good at using axes, bows and arrows, hunting nets and fishhooks. They open roads in the mountains, build wooden houses, resist the wild beasts that run rampant in the wilderness, and are not afraid of the Asa natives who are more ferocious than wild beasts!"

“Immigrants open up wasteland to plow fields, graze cattle and horses, install glass windows and chimneys for large comfortable log houses, and build spacious villas instead of single log cabins; well water replaces stream water, which indicates that civilization is conquering the wilderness.”

"The colonists from the old world were industrious and wise, and brought their livelihood skills passed down from their ancestors to this virgin land. They skillfully felled trees and burned forests to open up wasteland. The burned grass and trees were just used as fertilizer to make the newly reclaimed cultivated land glow. It produces vigorous vitality and breeds abundant crops."

"The colonists in the west planted the grains, vegetables and fruits they needed, hunted elk, brown bears and wild turkeys in the woods, collected mushrooms and honey; fished in the nearby streams, and built waterwheels that rotated day and night. This led to water mills and lumber mills."

"The more enterprising people spent money to buy a large amount of cheap land, and when the land price rose, they sold the reclaimed land to later people, and continued to develop further west."

"Since the end of the war to repel the Fijian invaders in 1622, in the short three years so far, many remote villages that seemed to have no future, with the influx of new immigrants, quickly gathered popularity and labor force, developed Towns with simple folk customs... Such an efficient process of colonization and pioneering can be seen everywhere in the western part of the Vigrid Great Plains."

"Dear readers, I think the above examples are enough to show that in this campaign to conquer the wild west, our compatriots, the colonists who are deeply favored by the gods and shoulder the great mission of spreading civilization, are moving from victory to victory. Victory, the flowers of civilization bloom everywhere!"

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