Chapter 56 56. The best way to build a city is not to build it!

"These NPCs are very efficient in their actions! In just one night, several departments have been set up."

When the three dump trucks went online in the camp the next day, they found that Miriam had arranged office tents and several experienced subordinates for them according to their respective management responsibilities.

The whole camp was noisy outside.

It was Miriam's assistant who was registering the survivors' information, and there was also a group of militiamen wearing retinue leather armor holding weapons to maintain order. It looked like they were people seconded from Maxim.

Most of the survivors' camps are composed of illiterate civilians, but a large part of the survivors rescued by the players in the second batch are literate and from well-off families.

After all, at that time, when the astral rift opened over the city, and despair creatures and astral beasts were running around, only the houses of the rich were strong enough to protect them until the rescue operation of the young players began.

After these people were recruited and joined the work, the middle-aged trio were surprised to find that establishing a set of basic rules in the camp from scratch was not as difficult as they thought.

Especially the rationing system implemented in the camp.

There was almost no backlash at all, and everyone accepted this harsh management calmly.

The dump truck also specifically asked his assistant, and then he learned that the original Cadman City had implemented a rationing system for several years during the war.

Everyone has become accustomed to this routine, and even seeing the familiar rationing system return to us still feels a strange "feeling of security".

That means they know that their current leader, the vampire master named "Murphy" will not give up on them, and they need to shoulder enough work in the future, otherwise there is no need to allocate daily food to them.

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People in Transia are not afraid of working more, but they are afraid of being worthless.

The old residents all know the position of worthless humans on this land in the eyes of vampires.

"The Transians claim to have been fighting vampires, but anyone who knows a little bit about history knows that we have actually accepted this set of rules for rule for 400 years, but we are stubborn and unwilling to admit it."

The assistant of the dump truck man, a middle-aged man who once served as a tutor for wealthy businessmen and small aristocratic families, sighed and explained to his new boss:

"The people here are like a bunch of savage, aggressive but ignorant goats. They need to know that they are protected to develop courage. If the protector is a little more kind, they will be grateful to him.

I don't mean to ridicule my compatriots.

Because I am also one of them, 400 years of dark rule is enough to change a lot of things.

Well, sir, maybe we should start today's work."

"Oh, yes. Let's get to work!"

The dump truck used the translation function of the calculation orb to understand the words of his elegant, easy-going and well-mannered assistant. He waved his hand thoughtfully and said:

"Then, the first task of the camp logistics office is to ensure that all supplies are registered in our hands and used properly. We need a warehouse, several full-time guards, and professional chefs and doctors!

Robert, go find Miss Miriam immediately!

The people I need must be here in an hour, and I don't have that much time to wait for them.

We also need a timetable and a statistical book of daily material requirements to connect with human resources, who will then release specific work content and calculate labor points."

He put his hands on his hips and kept talking, as if he had returned to the state he was in when he was managing his own machinery factory.

For a moment, he felt a little energetic.

And his words were translated into concise local text by the calculation orb, which kept popping up on the psychic projection on his wrist.

The assistant named "Robert" immediately wrote it down in his notebook. The same situation also happened to Brother Shovel and the All-Insurance Semi.

These three middle-aged brothers may not be as good at fighting monsters as the younger ones, and they are not very enthusiastic about fighting, but their rich life experience and management methods that are far superior to ordinary people are what the survivor camp needs most at the moment.

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With their assistance, Miriam got the first camp roster at noon, recording the specific information of 300 people, and entered it through the calculation orb, allowing her and Murphy who were far away in the city to manage the camp.

Taking control to a new level.

Since there are not many things to record, this work is not difficult and can be almost completed by the evening.

If this was really an internship, Miriam felt that she would be able to get an A with her current arrangement.

In her eyes, the originally chaotic survivor camp was already functioning.

Although it is still a bit raw and there will be problems in many aspects, it is much better than the previous state of doing nothing. Next, it is time to follow the suggestions of three veteran players and fill the daily life of the survivors with work.

As long as people are busy, they have no time to think!

This law applies in any world.

Everyone's good mood lasted until the chosen one came online.

This design student was yawning profusely after going online. He barely slept last night and had been studying the construction plan of the survivor camp, and then he came to a conclusion that made the three middle-aged brothers stare.

"What did you say?"

When the chefs who had just been gathered prepared the first pot of "big pot rice" in the camp and prepared to start the meal, the three middle-aged people who gathered together to eat looked at the duster in stunned silence, and the dump truck exclaimed

road:

"You have been thinking about it all night, and you have brought such a surprise to everyone? What do you mean by 'cannot be built'! Please make it clear! Are you planning to give up the idea?"

"It literally means it cannot be built."

The gray man curled his lips and looked at the big pot of rice in his hand without any appetite.

He had just eaten a takeaway before going online, so he simply handed the porridge filled with various wild vegetables and a few seasoned meat strips to the two "secretaries" beside him, and asked the Palian sisters to find a place

Eat and come back later.

After the two young girls left with "the camp manager's sumptuous lunch", the young design student explained to his three friends:

"I looked at the terrain last night and discussed it with my classmates in the same dormitory. I concluded that this place is not suitable for large-scale construction at all.

First of all, it is too far away from the Cadman River, the local water source. Secondly, the terrain is not very good. Finally, we do not have enough manpower.

Do you know that in order to build a long-term stronghold, you must first dig a hole?

I mean, a complete underground water supply and drainage system!

Whether a place can last long depends on these invisible things hidden underground, so my conclusion is, don’t build a large-scale camp yet!

To use a tent for the survivors, I found a simplified version of an Arabian tent on the Internet. It was very big and comfortable, and I asked about it. It doesn’t rain very much here recently, and the temperature is also suitable, so a tent is enough.

We have to save all the resources, I already have a better plan to build a newbie village for us."

Speaking of this, the gray man pushed up his glasses out of habit, but suddenly touched the empty space, which made him smile awkwardly, then pointed in the direction of Cadman City and said:

"Isn't that Lord Murphy going to take back the outer city? Just build a novice village there!

That the city can exist in the background story for 400 years means that its underground drainage and other designs are not bad, and we can directly take over and utilize them.

Unless the development team never thought about this.

But considering the realism and hard-core nature of this game, there should not be such a big oversight.

Secondly, the city's disaster is an energy invasion, not an earthquake. There are a large number of remaining buildings in the outer city that can be directly repaired without even needing to be cleaned.

This can undoubtedly save a lot of manpower.

Finally, I asked my two assistants.

They clearly told me that there is an underground water source in the city, which is connected to the largest river in the area.

There is also a natural cave and underground water storage reservoir in the inner city. When there was a drought in the past 400 years, the locals drew water directly from there, so the water source was solved.

Judging from my current level, the choice of that city is actually perfect. The development team obviously put a lot of effort into this aspect. I suspect that they hired professional designers to do the modeling.

I don’t know how high the level is, but it is definitely much higher than just a student like me.

So we don’t have to mess around with it ourselves, we just need to clean up the debris in the city and then repair it.”

"What you said makes sense to me."

Brother Shovel scooped up a spoonful of soup and put it into his mouth.

The taste of this game is quite realistic, allowing him to taste this weird flavor, and he chewed his teeth and said:

"But you have to come up with a design! Even if the ruins of the old city are really used as a novice village, people cannot live there directly. That is our first novice village.

If you don't want to be magnificent, at least you can't be embarrassed."

"I have to go and see it on the ground."

Young Master Dahui curled his lips, spread his hands, and said:

"I can't draw you a picture out of thin air. I have to see the layout of its underground passages before I can set different zones on the drawing. Alas, it would be great if there was a design drawing of Cadman City. I can just repair it and use it.

If such a professional medieval city comes to my mentor, he will definitely be interested, and maybe he can use his labor for free."

"What's so hard about this?"

Brother Shovel rolled his eyes and said:

"Go tell the NPC that this game can appoint us as officials. Just tell them what you need and they will find a way to get it for you. You have to trust the NPC's wisdom.

Hey, dump truck, lend me some of your warehouse guards.

The first curfew will start tonight, and I'm afraid there won't be enough camp guards.

I will log off first and then come back to watch at night. I don’t feel comfortable letting them do it. I have to check it myself in the first two days. As long as it goes well in the beginning, I can leave it to them to do the rest."
To be continued...