Chapter 497 New Job

The soldiers of the 37th Regiment can certainly become the backbone of the construction, but that doesn't mean the original people are worthless.

Odermayer finally laid the first batch of semi-automatic production lines and just waited for the workers to enter the factory.

Early that morning, Sam, who was in his thirties, woke up from his bed. He had long been accustomed to such a routine. He would wake up from his bed almost as soon as the sun's rays broke through the darkness of the earth at dawn.

He lay in bed for a while in a daze, and gradually felt that his mind began to become flexible. The warmth of the quilt made his body heavier and heavier. He knew that he couldn't lie like this anymore, otherwise he really couldn't get out of bed.

He jumped up quickly from the bed and folded the quilt into a block. Sam looked at the house he was assigned. The wall was grayish white, much harder than the strongest stone he had ever seen.

The wall felt smooth to the touch, but it didn't reflect light. The vents and light windows made a circle of thin strips around the room, and Sam could stand on a small platform 30cm high to see everything outside from the window.

They all said that this kind of design was only for bunkers, but no one had ever seen all the buildings be bunkers. Ever since those scary soldiers replaced the glamorous knights, everyone's life has changed greatly.

First, the old city was demolished, and then everyone had to attend the courses given by those scary soldiers at night. The Emperor, he has lived for so long but he doesn't know a single word, let alone learn those complicated things.

Those soldiers are extremely strong and can lift you up with one hand. They are also very ruthless. For those who don't want to learn or can't learn at all, they will beat them up, shouting while beating: You can't get this knowledge even if all the people on the planet die! You should cherish it!

After beating someone half to death, they will ask the Red Cross soldiers for a tube of red bottle and inject it into the wounded.

After the wounded are injected with the red bottle, it only takes a few seconds to go from being on the verge of death to being full of energy. Sam is one of the lucky ones who have experienced the whipping teaching, and he doesn't want to be beaten like that a second time.

But apart from this, life was much better. They no longer had to eat cold, hard starch biscuits every day, but could eat delicious vegetables and even a piece of juicy meat.

Sam had never eaten such delicious meat before, it was not like something produced on this planet.

Sam began to drool when he thought of the fragrant meat. He quickly put on his clothes and came out of his own little bunker.

The people on the street looked no different from him, all of them were issued basically the same clothes, only with some differences in size and style to distinguish between men and women.

The clothes were not good-looking, but the fabric was excellent, tough and wear-resistant, and very comfortable to wear, at least much better than the tattered clothes he wore before.

Some people in the crowd were complaining, muttering that the mud legs were exactly the same as them. Sam knew that these people were originally powerful guys in the city, and they always looked down on them who struggled in the mud.

However, the most violent group of people had been purged, such as the Simaton family, who refused to move out of the old city and pulled a large group of people to attack foreign soldiers with muskets.

Later, a few shells blew up the family's manor into a pit, and no survivors were left.

There were also poor people who made trouble. They watched the city change drastically, and took advantage of the chaos to rob money, food, and women. They formed gangs and looked like local leaders. The next day, their heads were hung on the outer edge of the old city wall.

Those guys wearing masks looked merciless.

Maybe only honest people like him are left now? Sam was not very clear about this. He just wanted to get today's rationed food and find out what happened outside.

"They only collect people who have passed common sense skills. You don't have any proof of study, so they definitely don't want you." The voices of the two people's communication came into Sam's ears, and he stretched his neck to listen curiously.

"Common sense skills are not easy to learn. You have to recognize words, do arithmetic, and remember a bunch of colorful pictures. You might as well kill me."

"You just don't have the motivation to learn. Go find the masked soldier to learn. If you don't answer the questions three times, you will be beaten! A beating will make your mind clear."

"Not impossible."

"Hey, can I ask what needs common sense skills to be proved?" Sam stood beside the two people, and the two people also looked back at him.

Sam's eyes were a little dull, and he looked like a guy who was not very smart. The two didn't take him too seriously, just waved his hands and told him not to bother them.

Sam had no choice but to continue walking in the direction where the sound came from.

A skull floating in the air, with a loud speaker installed between the upper and lower teeth, was repeating the message.

Sam listened quietly for a while before getting the complete information.

"Citizens of the Empire who have obtained common sense skills, please gather at the factory on the second ring line No. 1 immediately."

Since you have heard the news, let's go.

Sam looked at the tattoo on his wrist, which was a proof of common sense and skills. It was tattooed on him by a bald soldier. It looked like a one-eighth gear, and there were also fine words inside the gear.

He boarded a train that connected the city ring area. The train drivers were also the original residents, but they were better at learning than him. They were all people who had certain assets and could raise children.

If we talk about who is doing the best now, they are still the ones. Those soldiers like to deal with such smart people who don't complain about how much their wealth has evaporated.

The train was moving fast on the track, and Sam could see the outline of the new city built in the past few months.

The outsiders relied on the equipment like mythical giants to lay the skeleton of the city almost like land reclamation.

These buildings over a hundred meters high are not worth mentioning in other imperial worlds, but in Sam's eyes they are indeed unimaginable projects.

Think about how he was still making a living in the abandoned slums a few months ago, listening to the story of terrible monsters outside the city wall. Occasionally, when he couldn't find food, he would go to the door of the state church, kowtow to the kind bishop, praise the name of the emperor and ask for a piece of food.

Now he has a strong and warm nest, and someone will deliver food to him. Although he can't eat enough, at least he won't starve to death.

They won't give enough food to people without jobs, only half the normal quota.

But now there are jobs everywhere, and there is work to be done in stone digging.