Chapter 405 Mocheng Is so Nice (22)

Knowing the style of the game, Kong Jue no longer worried about his own problems, but began to examine the content of the game from a third-party perspective.

Because he was in a dream, many feelings could be conveyed, allowing him to clearly feel the daily life of a resident.

He boasted that his previous planning was good and that he had taken many aspects into consideration. However, after actually playing, he found that he still ignored the feelings of ordinary people and low-level monks.

In the early stages of the game, you can actually give workers a better working environment, such as giving them more clothes and giving them more spells to make them stronger.

However, in the early days of a generation, laboring with magic was a thankless task.

The physical strength of workers is not valuable in the early stage. As long as many constructions can be completed on time, it will be fine. If it is not possible, just send a few more people.

And even if the working environment of workers is improved, what is reflected in the game is only an improvement in a few happiness indexes and some labor efficiency.

But data is always data. If you don’t experience it yourself, you will never know what the life of the bottom workers is like.

From the perspective of a laborer, he truly experienced what the people at the bottom paid under his own plan.

They need to get up at dawn and go home in the middle of the night. After returning home, they have to listen to their mother-in-law's complaints. Most of the complaints are "the food sent by the city lord today is mushy again" "when will I have money to get it" "again" I’ve given birth to a baby, but I don’t have fish soup to drink, so what should I do if I can’t breastfeed?”

Listening to these complaints, Kong Jue was a little distracted.

This scene left a deep impression on him. After all, he was very dissatisfied with these people when he was planning it. He felt that these people were too pretentious.

"Why are you complaining? Didn't I give you something to eat?"

“I don’t have money now, but I will have it in the future.”

"A portion of fish soup costs twenty spirit seeds, and a portion of glutinous rice paste only costs five spirit seeds. Although it doesn't taste good, it can fill your stomach."

"Stop complaining, keep having babies, and then build Mo City!"

At that time, the complaining woman was just a troublemaker in his eyes.

But now, what he saw was an ordinary peasant woman who did not dare to light a lamp because she was afraid of wasting oil, and could only do some handicrafts in the dim moonlight to support the family.

Because the city formation had not yet been established, the temperature in the entire Mo City was very low, but she still sat by the window, shivering, sewing and mending various rags, and then made a dress filled with grass.

Seeing this scene, Kong Jue suddenly understood why Daoxuan paid so much attention to the people at the bottom.

Unlike the demonic nobles like Kong Jue, Daoxuan came from the bottom seriously. He knows best how miserable the people are.

Listening to the farmer's chattering, Kong Jue slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep slowly.

The next day, he still had to work hard, but the work content changed to quarrying.

Quarrying is not a simple job. Workers need to first cut a hole in the boulder, then boil water and pour it on it to make the stone expand and crack from the middle. Then they use wooden nails and mallets to open the stone, and then dig out the stone. of boulders brought to the camp.

There was no protection here, just dust all over the sky. The heavy stones quickly made his hands covered with blood blisters, and he felt excruciating pain even if he waved the mallet.

While working numbly, Kong Jue thought about his original thoughts when building the quarry.

"Excavation using magic is too expensive, so let's use manpower at the beginning."

"However, it is troublesome to use manpower. There are too many complaints, but now we need so many people."

"We can only take turns. Today we are quarrying rocks and tomorrow we are building houses. The time spent running around in between is considered rest."

Kong Jue could not help but smile bitterly when he thought of his former self.

Sure enough, if the whip doesn't hit me, I don't know how painful it is.

At this time, Kong Jue finally felt how hard manual labor was. If he were to do it again, even if he didn't score enough, he would still have to spend money to use magic to dig out rocks in the early stage so that his residents would not have to work too hard.

Time passed quickly in "Simulated Ink City 2". During the construction and excavation process, Kong Jue found that he was slowly getting older.

The child grew up, but his cultivation talent was not high and he did not meet the requirements of the city lord. He couldn't enter the newly opened monastery, so he had to work hard with him.

Seeing the little kid who was just chasing chickens and beating dogs gradually grow into a young adult, Kong Jue still felt a feeling of licking the baby.

The salary had been paid out before, and he had also saved a sum of spiritual stones so that his children could go to the dojo to try their luck.

Although the talent is not high, it is still there. Even if you can't become an indomitable power in the future, you can at least have some cultivation, so that you won't have to work hard to make a living like yourself.

Unfortunately, the city lord did not hear his request.

In other words, Kong Jue, the city lord at the time, never thought of this at all.

Behind the ink numbers are families. The expectations of each family are hidden behind the numbers, and a ban directly cut off their way to heaven, leaving these slightly talented people to follow their parents. Buried in endless construction.

Class solidification has been formed, and those at the bottom have no room for improvement, and their children and grandchildren can only sink endlessly.

Kong Jue felt deep despair as he watched his child take over his sledgehammer and work with him in the quarry.

In the dust that filled the sky, he seemed to see his son's son appearing here, and his grandson's grandson still doing the same.

All he could do was to swing the sledgehammer and smash all his depression and hesitation against the boulder in front of him until it broke into pieces.

Mocheng was getting better day by day, but he was also getting older day by day.

Long-term labor caused a lot of problems for his body. The old injuries on his legs caused by stones would hurt every cloudy day, and his lungs, which had breathed too much dust, would cough from time to time.

The gradually improved diet in the later period did not restore his body. These old injuries were like wounds cut on a tree. Even if they recovered, the twisted and bloated parts could be seen.

Gradually, he became a burden to his family and Mocheng because he could not work.

Some free tobacco leaves were sent over. After smoking these tobacco leaves, he could not feel hungry for a long time, and his illnesses also disappeared a lot, but the price was that he was drowsy.

Kong Jue, who had smoked a lot of tobacco leaves, no longer had much thinking ability. Every day, he came to the place where he used to work in a daze, looked at the hard work of others, and told his own stories.

"At that time, we all dug stones with our hands. Now you can just use magic."

No one listened to him, so he talked to himself. When he was happy, he called out the names of his former partners, and then fell into gloom again.

Finally, he came to the top of the mountain alone and saw the sun rising. Mocheng was shining in the sun.

"Mocheng is so nice." Looking at the glittering Mocheng, Kong Jue closed his eyes with satisfaction.