Chapter 222: Only I Have My Own Law Chapter 222 West Continent Bridgehead

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

There were quite a few people in Yun Village, most of them friends and relatives of the villagers, either living in residents' homes or in the village's public housing, but when Chen Merchant appeared, everyone came running out.

The natives did not dislike wealth, nor did they fail to understand it; they were just slow to react. How could they know that doing business could make money?

Now, under Chen Yi's self-service guidance, the people of Yun Village inexplicably started using iron pots, and the men of Yun Village inexplicably started using knives. When the formerly high-and-mighty people of Shang Yun Village, while hunting, discovered that the people of Yun Village were actually using metal hunting knives as long as an arm, they naturally could not sit still. They sent a huge contingent led by the village chief's son, a native sightseeing trade group totaling over 30 people, almost occupying all the beds in the village.

Only three people came from Xiao Yun Village, likewise led by the village chief's son; they stayed in Village Chief Da Yun's house, and now they also came running out, enviously watching the goods spread all over the ground.

As for traditional villages like Lie Village, Yu Village, and Sha Cun, since they could not stay in the new Yun Village stockade, they naturally missed out on Chen Merchant. The administrative capacity of villages in this era was limited to the level of survival, and could not even reach the clan control of feudal society; to get several laborers to stop working and wait for opportunities outside the Yun Village stockade was not something that could be achieved by command.

About 50 people gathered around the back of the pickup truck, where Chen Yi had placed iron pots, iron shovels, kitchen knives, and hunting knives not long ago. The people of Yun Village were fine, but the people of Shang Village and Xia Yun Cun were completely dazzled. They had only heard of such things and never seen so many items; only the village chief's son of Xia Yun Cun spoke in a dazed tone: "Does Yun Ba rely on Chen Merchant, marrying the daughter of the Lie Village chief?"

"That's right, the dowry included a long machete, one arm long, with great strength, able to stab a saber-toothed beast to death."

"As long as a person, it's said to have killed a hairy monster. The whole village could eat for two months."

"As long as a blade of grass, very sharp, able to chop off the head of a hairy beast."

The relatives of Yun Village and Shang and Xia Yun Villages talked to themselves, imagining the scene of the Lie Village people owning a machete, and felt a sudden longing. Although their eyes wandered, although their spirits were dazed, their hands kept stroking the goods, both checking and choosing the best items, and also absorbing the aura of beautiful things...

Yu Weichao completely fell into a dreamlike and magical world, not knowing where to start asking or where to start looking.

Even if he wasn't told this place was the Other Continent now, he would guess it himself. This place was like a gathering of non-black tribes, situated in... who knows where? Anyway, grass two meters high and ferns ten meters high do not exist on Earth.

But he didn't want to ask such profound and vague questions about the world now, but said: "Could it be that this, this Mr. Apollo can still carry things?"

Anyone who saw the appearance of the little lizard would use strips as a unit to describe it.

Chen Yi just smiled and said nothing; he brought Yu Weichao to the West Continent to build a bridgehead, not to teach disciples, so there was no need to introduce things like space rings to him.

Yu Weichao had finally received training from the Secret Organization; although he was dying of curiosity, he ultimately did not speak up to ask again.

Village Chief Da Yun came before Chen Yi, both excited and proud, smiling: "This time, are we still exchanging bows and arrows and armor?"

"Part of it is exchanging bows and arrows and armor," Chen Yi said, handing a pair of nail scissors to the village chief.

Da Yun turned the nail scissors over and over, stroking the steel, especially the file at the back, and praised: "So powerful."

This word was taught to him by Chen Yi.

"Nail scissors, Yu Weichao, you tell the village chief how to use them." Chen Yi punched Yu Weichao, who was watching the excitement. He was like a giraffe just caught in a zoo; the natives outside were observing him, and he was observing the people outside—truly a large group of monkeys.

Yu Weichao never expected that his first mission in "New America" would actually be to teach natives how to use nail scissors.

He exhaled and thought: The students in the laboratory are a bit stupid; at least they know how to use an alcohol stove to cook hot pot. I don't know if the native uncle in front of him will directly eat the nail scissors.

"Nail scissors are used to trim nails," Yu Weichao said, extending his left hand, clamping the scissors under his clean fingernail, then applying a little force, and a piece of fingernail fell down.

Village Chief Da Yun found it interesting and also extended a hand, which was black with paint, unknown what it was stuck with, and also had some hair, like hardened mung bean cake left for a long time. He gripped the nail scissors and cut hard, but only bits of debris fell down.

"Too thin," he said, referring to the blade of the nail scissors.

Yu Weichao coughed heavily twice.

What was thin was not the village chief's fingernails, but the dirt on the fingernails. They were like patient tenants; after living in a house for a long time, they would constantly improve the surrounding environment and then assimilate with it.

Yu Weichao felt that the fingernails on this hand were enough to be used as iron shovels.

What kind of breed of people are these?

He looked around and suddenly felt that the future was truly hard to predict...

"After reading books for over 20 years, I finally became an animal trainer."

Yu Weichao sighed, pulled out a Wang Mazhe's large scissors from behind his back, and said: "Use this."

Village Chief Da Yun was also very happy, saying "good" over and over.

Then he cut off two fingers and asked: "Why cut them off?"

"Because it feels comfortable," Yu Weichao didn't know how to answer.

The village chief became even happier, but then said: "Sell these scissors to city people."

"Ah?" Yu Weichao became nervous; he worried that his first business deal in the Other Continent would fall through.

The village chief had seen the world; he chattered on about how city people used small curved knives to trim fingers, how they used stones to grind nails smooth, and how they washed nails clean in water.

"The knights of old did it this way," Village Chief Da Yun concluded.

Yu Weichao didn't know if he had received first-hand news, and asked: "Then don't the villagers use them?"

"Removing them makes it hard to work," Village Chief Da Yun regrettably returned the large scissors to Yu Weichao, and added: "The Lie Village people like cleanliness; to trim nails, they use cyan rock."

"There are cities and knights here?"

"Of course."

"Do they fight wars?"

"Fight, yes. Several times a year."

"Do people die?"

"Not many; every few years, more die. The sons who went to fight last time didn't come back." Village Chief Da Yun then wailed dryly a few times.

Several women came over to comfort them, saying something in very hard-to-understand words.

Yu Weichao blankly threw the large scissors back into the cargo bed; if it weren't for the obvious feature of the breast room, he really couldn't tell the difference between native men and women.

Baring chest and breasts, no wonder they are natives!

Simply a primitive society village.

But they have cities? The mention of cavalry means there are beasts for riding; I don't know how many there are.

Yu Weichao began to habitually speculate and judge. Those who study politics are not like ordinary people think, discussing Marxist philosophy all day, occasionally studying ruthless tactics; in fact, modern political science is also inseparable from data analysis and processing. The simplest point: the resource situation and population of a piece of land determine its direction of development.

If the land is barren and the population is large, the danger of famine will increase, and political instability will strengthen. More precisely, judgments about future political orientation must also be based on the flow of social resources.

At this time Chen Yi walked a circle around the village, bringing Yun Ba along, and while unloading the cart he said to Yu Weichao: "Starting today, familiarize yourself with the situation. The goods on the ground, you handle them as you see fit."

Yu Weichao was still in a daze when the villagers had already swarmed over, piling various bows and arrows, armor, and shields in front of them. Now that they have hunting knives, who still likes to use bows and arrows? Even if they go to Ma La to fight a war, bows and arrows aren't of much use; in the end they still have to take the field personally.

"Bows and arrows and armor, from now on count as daily work. Three pairs of shoes or five pairs of shoes both work; just treat it as the local system of weights and measures, and judge specifically according to quality." Chen Yi said, comparing against the old rules, and demonstrated it once for Yu Weichao while concealing the details.

The Yun Village people are very rule-abiding; they don't take extra, they don't short-count, there's simply no type of cheating or trickery. Yu Weichao quickly took over, becoming Yun Village's standard peddler, and then began discussing with the villagers the difference between 6+6+6 and 6*3.

He fundamentally couldn't understand it!

Yu Weichao looked at Chen Yi with a hopeful gaze.

The latter shook his head and laughed, saying: "The trouble is still behind."

The 15-year-old PhD student quickly understood the reason.

Bows and arrows and armor weren't enough.

Yun Village has a total of 8 households, 30-odd people; their low productivity goes without saying. If it weren't for Chen Yi coming only once every half month or so, they would have cleared out their stock long ago.

Moreover, Yun Village after all only operates in a corner of Ma La; the surrounding villages aren't enough for them to scour either. The people of Shang Yun Village and Xia Yun Cun are even worse; the equipment they bring isn't even enough for two people to get one steel knife each — by the local way of thinking, each person carrying two sets of bows and arrows and two sets of armor is already a big deal, so how could they know that Chen Merchant's transaction scale is actually this large.

Yu Weichao was dazed, and said in a low voice: "Will there be a riot?"

Chen Yi gave him a disdainful glance and said: "Later I'll teach you some kung fu; don't hole up somewhere all day, shrinking like a university professor."

"I am a university professor."

"Aren't you from the Research Institute?"

"A Researcher is equivalent to a university professor's rank."

Yu Weichao still wanted to argue; Chen Yi gave him a sharp smack on the head with a "pa" and said: "Don't get cocky; there are no police uncles here to help you."

Yu Weichao instantly went dumbfounded.

"For someone who organized a terrorist attack, you're quite something." Chen Yi patted his forehead and said: "Wake up a bit?"

"I'm a civilized person; you can't treat me like this."

Chen Yi pointed at the surroundings and said: "Look around; does this look like a place where civilized people stay?"

"But..."

"Be self-reliant. You can be one notch above the natives, but you must be one notch below me. Do you understand?"

Just as Yu Weichao himself said, he is a civilized person. Although he feels his life is painful and his existence boring, he actually hasn't encountered a truly painful life; the boredom is real... suddenly arriving in a world that isn't cruel and isn't unreal, he simply can't wrap his head around it no matter how he turns.

"Understand?" Chen Yi asked again.

"Understood." Yu Weichao lowered his head; he finally wasn't a pure intellectual: "Then what do we do now?"

"Isn't that what I should be asking you?" Chen Yi smiled and said: "We need to build a bridgehead. A real bridgehead."

"Bridgehead?"

Chen Yi pointed at the natives and said "labor force"; he pointed at the goods on the ground and said "reward".

Yu Weichao suddenly realized, and said: "Where to build it?"

"That's your job now."

Chen Yi took a deep breath, not knowing whether he had chosen the right person. Wary of safety, he couldn't pick someone with too strong ability or too great ambition; Yu Weichao counted as a cheap, inexpensive substitute; how effective he would be remained to be examined.

He counted on his fingers and said: "You need to complete three main tasks: first, establish a bridgehead with a certain defensive capability; second, recruit local natives for my use; third, cultivate the locals' commercial and behavioral habits. As of now, the three tasks are equally important. What resources do you need?"

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