Chapter 18 "Dawn", The First Ray of Light Before Dawn (Asking for Recommendation Votes and Monthly Votes)

"It's Lord Yunchuan!"

"Lord Yunchuan is here!"

Some sharp-eyed people saw Yunchuan holding an umbrella in the distance, and the shouting voice also attracted other people around him.

"Stop, stop what you are doing!"

The old supervisor's eyes suddenly lit up, and he asked everyone to stop and rest for a while, and then ran to Yunchuan in small steps.

"Lord Yunchuan." The old supervisor bared his big white teeth and pointed to the built house behind him, saying, "How do you feel? Try your best to follow the design you gave me. If there are any problems, please tell me, and my old friends and I will make changes as soon as possible!"

The gangster temperament on him has not completely dissipated, but it can also be seen that he respects and appreciates Yunchuan.

"Thank you for your hard work, Uncle Wudu." Yunchuan smiled, looked up at the house in the distance, and a touch of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

The environment of the Rain Country is indeed very special and harsh.

But life itself is a miracle.

The extreme and harsh environment creates special life!

A plant similar to a "banyan tree" with "aerial roots", whose branches can absorb more than 30 kilograms of moisture from the air every day.

The juice can replace special paint to play a moisture-proof role, and can also purify rainwater into domestic water for human use. It is a building material that is extremely suitable for the environment of the Rain Country.

This material is mainly used to build the roof, leaving high-legged railings to divide the upper and lower floors. People live upstairs and miscellaneous items are piled up downstairs.

These things will definitely need to be updated in the future. After all, the strongest thing in the Rain Country is not only "water supply and drainage", but also the steel industry. However, for now...

"Not bad, really good!"

Yunchuan nodded, with a smile on his face. He looked at the old supervisor in front of him and said with a smile: "Work hard! When the house is built in a while, you will take root here, and I will introduce wives to you bachelors!"

Hearing this, the old supervisor was stunned at first, then laughed out loud, turned his head suddenly and looked behind him, put his hands in front of his mouth and made a trumpet shape: "You old bastards, listen carefully, if you want to marry a wife, work hard, Lord Yunchuan agreed to us, work hard and give you a wife!"

"Don't blame us, it's you, the old man, who wants women!"

"Hahaha!"

The rest of the people laughed out loud.

"Bullshit!" The old supervisor's face immediately turned red at the booing of the old guys, and he shouted with spit flying: "Stop talking nonsense to me! Keep working!"

"Oh!"

The others raised their tools and echoed, and then they started to work again with laughter and jokes. It can be seen that they have become more enthusiastic. It seems that they can feel the warmth and noise they emit, and it feels that the coldness around them has been dispelled a lot.

"..."

Yahiko's expression became complicated, and a hint of envy flashed in his eyes. He whispered: "You guy, do you have such great personality charm?"

Even though he didn't want to admit defeat, he couldn't help but sigh at Yunchuan's appeal and affinity here.

"Of course... no."

Yunchuan raised his eyebrows and smiled: "You don't think I rely on my mouth? I pay them twice the market price!"

He would not "open warehouses to provide disaster relief" like Hanzo, nor would he dream of making people work for free with his mouth.

Yunchuan's approach is actually very simple.

- Work for relief!

At the beginning of this chaotic era, the common people had lost faith in the nobles and daimyo, and pure disaster relief could no longer be carried out, because they did not even believe that the nobles would be so kind as to send food for no reason.

Even if someone spread Hanzo's reputation, the displaced people would not believe it.

Unless they were useless people who had no skills and were starving to death, no one was willing to become worthless cannon fodder in the war. They hoped to rely on their skills to feed themselves.

Those who were willing to be cannon fodder would only become a burden if they had to support them before the war began, and the effort and reward were completely disproportionate.

"Thousands of people with hands and feet can create more value if they can be guided correctly."

With this idea in mind, Yunchuan did not try to gain reputation through disaster relief.

Anyway, this country is no longer trustworthy from top to bottom, so it is better to establish a new rule, and Yunchuan can also mix some private goods in it.

So, he directly let these refugees work and pay them money and food as wages every day.

If you can work, you can have food to eat. It's so reasonable!

The way of work-for-relief completely dispelled the worries of the refugees. No matter how many people there are, their wages will be paid on a daily basis and will never be delayed.

"Double wages? Pay on a daily basis?" After hearing Yunchuan's simple explanation, Xiaonan was stunned and asked subconsciously, "Brother Yunchuan, do you have so much money?"

As if he thought of something, Yunchuan couldn't help laughing and said, "Why don't you ask me where the money went?"

Since it is development, of course it is inseparable from "business"!

As the old saying goes, it is better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish.

Yunchuan taught them to build houses by themselves. When they finished building, the money they got from Yunchuan could be used to buy the houses they built.

If it is not enough, you can move in by paying a "down payment" and pay a fixed proportion of the money every month.

As long as you make up the missing money, the house is yours.

Similarly, if you are hungry while working, you always have to eat and drink. If you have money, why don't you go to the pub to be cool?

Yunchuan even selected some talented people and taught them new dishes and wine making methods, which not only promoted the development of business but also satisfied his own appetite.

After all, the most popular food in the Rain Country is still "bread". Yunchuan is really not impressed by the cooking level of the entire ninja world.

The dishes he taught always received a lot of praise.

Where there is a market, there are people who want to make money. So you need land to farm and open a tavern, right?

Commercial land, agricultural land.

I have land here!

Where did the land come from?

Of course it was robbed from the bandits...

Pah, of course it was seized!

No money to buy land?

It doesn't matter, I can rent it to you!

30% tax, 20% rent! Just rent for ten years, just ten years, this land is yours, and you only need to pay taxes in the future, no need to pay rent!

"..." Yahiko was speechless.

"..." Xiaonan was speechless.

"..." Jiyun was speechless.

The expressions on the faces of the three little ones gradually synchronized, and the eyes looking at Yunchuan became weird, as if they were looking at a living devil.

However, compared with Jiyun and Yahiko, Xiaonan was somewhat thoughtful.

The money was taken out of Yunchuan's left pocket, spent it and returned to his right pocket. He never left this small town from beginning to end.

"Don't look at me like that. I never said I was a good person." Yunchuan shrugged his shoulders and said frankly, "But people have constant property and perseverance. For them who have difficulty in having a full meal, having a full meal is the truth."

"I just give them hope and an opportunity. Those who want to live will naturally hold on to it. Those who can't hold on to it are not qualified to live."

Just like the group of construction workers, they are all low-level people with only a handful of strength.

If the market is good, they are "construction workers". If the market is not good, they will directly take hammers and become bandits.

They may not know the truth, but they know who is good to them and who can give them hope to live.

Who can make them no longer numb, no longer in pain, no longer crying, no longer hungry...

So, they would stuff the food they were reluctant to eat, or some things they thought were "treasures" to Yunchuan, or even put them directly outside his office, and then turn around and run away, as if they were afraid of being returned.

Although it looks rough and crude, this is their way of expressing goodwill and respect.

Just as Yunchuan said, as long as they can eat and wear warm clothes, they can know etiquette and honor.

Facing these extremely clumsy guys, Yunchuan doesn't mind "living in harmony with the world".

Just like this, his image and reputation are rising in the hearts of this group of people, and it seems that they know "Lord Yunchuan" but not "His Royal Highness the Great Name".

His Royal Highness the Great Name?

What is that?

They believe in "Yunchuan"!

"Brother." Jiyun raised his head slightly and asked suddenly, "It seems that I haven't seen the guards all the time. Who is maintaining order and protecting this small city at the same time?"

It can't be entirely dependent on self-consciousness, and it can't be relied on him alone. There will always be times when he is not there.

If someone comes to rob at this time, it seems unreliable to rely on those refugees alone...

"It's just that you can't see it." Yunchuan shook his head and corrected, "It doesn't mean it doesn't exist."

As the voice fell, it was as if a "switch" was turned on, and the "curtain" blocking the little ones was pulled open.

In the dim alley beside him, in those inconspicuous corners, and even among the group of workers.

Silently, people of different heights, weights, and ordinary faces appeared around Yunchuan and others in a "silent" way, like people hiding in the shadows.

Everyone standing here is like a natural assassin.

"I gave them a name."

Looking at the little ones who were still in doubt, Yunchuan's eyes became deep and he chuckled, "Dawn."

Now is the time when night and dawn meet, but the meager light of the sky is blocked by fog, looming as if melting in the rain and fog.

There was only a faint light shining on their feet, reflecting the halo of dew, and faintly illuminating the flock of owls behind him whose wings had not yet washed away the night.

That was the first ray of light before dawn.