Chapter 117 Resettlement
Chongshan took some of the villagers and the new blacksmiths, tailors, chefs and carpenters to the houses that had been prepared for them. As for these slaves, Ji Lin asked some of the powerful villagers to help him work.
He took out his emblemless military cap and put it on his head. The officer's chilling temperament immediately overpowered these frightened slaves.
Ji Lin doesn't expect them to understand Huaide. Many things need time to cultivate, so for now, they still need to be intimidated.
Looking at this group of fishermen in shabby clothes, they are still wearing tattered clothes that are only worn by slaves. I don’t know how much wear and tear they have experienced. The only comfort is that they at least look clean. Before selling them out, the slave owners They will be cleaned to increase their sales rate.
They are reserved and panicked, full of fear of their new life.
That's what slaves are like. It's common for slaves to not have enough to eat, and they will be beaten if they don't complete their work.
Small settlements without fixed backers and guards are extremely easy to be taken away by armed slave-catching teams and sold into slaves.
These 431 fishermen are like this. They rely on the coast and have made a living by fishing for generations. When the slave team discovered them, they naturally became their prey.
There is not so much civilized morality in the broken world.
Life is made into a paper contract.
The pile of contract documents was piled into a thick pile on the cart.
"I will select the ten hardest working people every month and give them the status of free men."
Ji Lin held a piece of paper in his hand and raised it high. He exerted a little force in front of all the fishermen, and the paper was torn into a small opening.
'Click..."
The eyes of this group of slave fishermen were widened, as if they could hear the sound of the thick paper being torn apart, how wonderful it was.
Ji Lin put down the document, placed it on the carriage, and glanced at the slaves again.
The light in the eyes of these slave fishermen disappeared immediately. It was difficult for them to tell whether this was a lie, but they could at least cheer up a little and start listening to what their current lord was going to say next.
"Sir, what can we do?"
A weak voice sounded from among the fishermen, and the surrounding fishermen tremblingly focused their eyes on Ji Lin, hoping for a reply.
"It's very simple, continue your job, fishing. You should all be fishermen, right?"
Ji Lin replied, and the slaves breathed a sigh of relief. They didn't even know what they needed to do before this. After all, slaves might be assigned to do any job.
Buyers obviously have no obligation to explain to these slaves what their jobs are, and slaves only need to work according to instructions.
Fishing was a survival skill they once relied on for a living.
The fishermen's eyes fell on the sea not far away, which was filled with bright broken light. The cascading small waves pushed the broken light up and down on the sea surface, reminding them of their hometown.
It is better than being dragged into deep mines to work as miners, or as laborers in dangerous forests, or even as sacrifices for some absurd city lords.
Much better.
"Yes, we are all fishermen, thank you sir."
The fishermen became a little more energetic, and there was a little more life in their voices when they responded to him.
Ji Lin took out paper and pen and led them to the wooden elementary houses built specifically for them. He recorded their identities for them one by one and allocated houses in their order. Those with wives and children would be allocated one. Go to a house.
His small map showed all the buildings, and he could easily find the newly built fishing port and the newly built residential area, which was specially designed to accommodate these 431 fishermen.
Ten tall and round villagers stood beside him to maintain order, and the other twenty villagers stood on both sides of the team to maintain order, just like when they first arrived, the others stood on both sides to maintain order.
The slave fishermen who had recorded their identities were taken to the newly built bathhouse nearby, cleaned their clothes, and then received new clothes. Ji Lin was afraid that there might be any diseases or parasites in the old clothes they replaced. Burn.
Let all these fishermen put on simple clothes provided by their wooden houses.
He still looks sallow and skinny, but his mental outlook is much better than when he was a slave.
"Okay, you go and rest first. I need you to start working tomorrow."
After issuing an order to dismiss this group of slaves.
Ji Lin's eyes fell on several stone buildings not far away that were obviously taller than the wooden buildings. If you look closely, you can see the hanging hooks tilted in front of the stone buildings.
【Fishing Port】
The fishing port is a newly purchased building that can accommodate a large number of fishing boats entering and exiting at the same time. It also carries some tools for handling the catch, ensuring that the fishermen will not be in a daze looking at the catch.
The manufacture of fishing boats does not require shipbuilding technology. The simple primary long fishing boats currently used in the territory do not require a high technical level and their movement distance is limited.
Limited by the performance of fishing boats, the range of fishermen's activities is limited to two to three hundred meters near the coast, which is not even close to the sea, let alone the ocean. At best, they are just wandering along the coast. After the ship manufacturing technology is developed, large fishing boats can operate offshore and bring back more abundant catches each time.
It is difficult to catch big fish in areas with frequent human activities. Frequent human activities will disturb the fish schools, but the fish here have never seen anyone fishing for them.
The processed catch can be stored for a short or long time. The shelf life of seafood is much shorter than that of various meats on land.
[Fishing Port]
[Prototype Blueprint]
[1000 Wood, 1000 Stone, 100 Steel]
[Required: Coast, islands and other adjacent ocean terrain]
[Provide basic offshore fishing boats, and change the type of fishing boats through technological research and development. ]
[A port specializing in fisheries, where fishing boats will depart to provide seafood for the territory. ]
This fishing port is built next to the residential area. They only need two steps to start their daily work, saving commuting time.
After completing the work, Ji Lin put away the paper with names in his hand. These files will eventually be kept in the city hall. Suddenly, he saw a bored light-colored figure carrying a seabird from nowhere walking towards him.
"Hey~ I thought you forgot about me."
Forna was carrying a large backpack and holding a fat white seabird that was dying, swaying in front of him.
That big brown backpack was even half a head taller than the Elf Lady.
That big backpack contained all her property... and the seeds of the World Tree.
"Didn't you go with... Chongshan?"
Ji Lin scratched his head.
"No, the guy who just came over said he was only responsible for the technical workers, and the guy who was dressed very neatly and well-educated asked me to wait for you here..."
Forna shook her head and twitched her ears, indicating that she was a little confused about the names of Xu Shan and Chongshan, the administrative officer and the dean.
"Let's make it clear first, if the trees don't grow up, you have to help me buy a piece of land in the Holy City of Tran! This is what you promised me before!"
The neatly dressed, well-educated... Xu Shan...
"Then follow me first, Fu... Forna? I will help you arrange a place."
Ji Lin's mouth twitched, his attention was on these slave fishermen, and when there were extra hero units and extra administrative officers in the future, he would definitely organize a resettlement bureau to solve the resettlement plan for these foreign populations.
After helping these people register, I found out that my dean had already gone back to the School of Engineering.
He said he would enter the files of this batch of students and make real admission letters.
I will let him do the work next time.
I will let him go this time for his hard work and great contributions.