New approach

Hungry hungry space station.

Zeng Wei has had a bad time these past two days, very badly - he lost his job.

Granted, he'd arrived in a better place. However, it was too peaceful, completely useless for him as a combat-focused player. He'd usually worked as a part-time reseller, but now that Taoduoduo was gone, that wasn't even possible.

Zeng Wei spent two days wandering the streets in a daze, but he still couldn't find a suitable job. Even a quick-witted combat player like him was out of work, not to mention those pure combat players who were focused on improving their combat skills.

Finally, the desperate brothers gathered together and looked at each other with tears in their eyes.

"My family's waiting for my money, I'm so anxious!" This sentiment resonated with many. Combat gamers are often the breadwinners and income earners of their families. The entire family's survival pressures are concentrated on them, and to say they're not under pressure would be a lie.

Another sister sighed, "My husband said he could support me and let me go back to being a full-time housewife. Oh my god! It's not that I don't love my family, but just thinking about doing housework and raising children all day drives me crazy! Those things are simply not something I can do!"

The rest of the people were talking at once, each with their own troubles.

"I asked around, and found out that my only advantage is my strength, but it's no longer needed in many places now. Machines have replaced the laborers, so I thought I might as well just slaughter pork." He said with a long sigh.

"I asked about your pork butchering, too," the other chuckled. "I've asked about any job that requires physical strength. Do you think it's that easy? Speaking of butchers, they're looking for someone who knows every part of a pig, someone who can butcher a thigh or something else completely intact."

"So what else can we do?"

Silence.

They were the shields protecting their loved ones and friends when disaster struck, the spears that proactively explored when resources were scarce. Now, in peacetime, they've become useless mud. Do they regret choosing the combat-oriented path? I'm afraid few do. If they hadn't chosen the combat-oriented path, they and their families might not be alive today.

"Let's integrate into society." One person said, "We are not stupid. Let's learn some skills."

Giving up the battle they are best at is the best way. The others are noncommittal, not to mention that this may be the only way.

"Hey, I'm going back to cook early and discuss with my wife what to learn next. Brothers, I'm leaving first."

"I'm leaving too. Brothers, cheer each other on. If you have any difficulties in the future, come back here. See you at the old place!"

"Old teammates, keep in touch!"

The group of people said they had no choice but to say goodbye with a smile.

A moment later, perhaps thirty minutes later, the empty bar suddenly began to see twos and threes of people entering. They were all familiar faces. The bar owner's eyes widened. He had said he'd always get in touch and meet up at the old place. He hadn't expected to see me so soon!

They looked as excited as if they had won the lottery, and spoke in a language that the tavern owner could not understand.

"Have you heard about it too? That's the news, right?"

"Yes! Yes, yes!"

"Have you called your brothers? Anyone else who hasn't come to the party can be called."

"They shouted, they shouted, all of them."

Finally, a friend who was confused asked: "What happened? Why did you suddenly call us back?"

He asked several people before finally finding someone who knew the inside story. The person was overjoyed, "Inside information! Our territory is hiring. We don't have to look for jobs anymore. We can just go back to our old ways!"

Really? A group of people were in disbelief.

"What job?"

"Wait for news. I heard they're going to recruit people from outside the territory. Then we'll compete for the position. Brothers, make the most of these two days and practice hard!"

Everyone nodded in agreement and started to get ready.

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Back to not long ago, Ye Miaomiao had just decided to take back everything that was lost in the warehouse!

Now that her territory was flooded, she turned her attention to the resources of the galaxy. Luckily, she had the map rewarded from the [Majestic Fortress] quest, and she knew full well that the galaxy's resource points were numerous and widespread, and a hungry team of only a few dozen people would definitely not be enough.

Moreover, hostile forces were marked on the galaxy map, which meant that if Hungry Hungry wanted to go out and explore, he would need more soldiers or expedition teams.

After Ye Miaomiao told Fang Yan about her idea, the latter thought for a moment and proposed to select three members from the current team to be captains, forming the First, Second and Third Armies, and then divide them into divisions and brigades...

Ye Miaomiao: "Hungry, hungry, hungry army, why not call it hungry army?"

Facing Ye Miaomiao's deliberate teasing, Fang Yan didn't hear it at all, and said sincerely: "Eating an army is indeed more catchy and sounds more imposing."

Ye Miaomiao: “…” Don’t you really sound like a starving ghost reincarnated?

From the sincerity in Fang Yan's dark eyes, Ye Miaomiao could see that he really didn't think so, and even liked the name very much.

He must have his own reasons. Ye Miaomiao patted his arm and said, "That's what we call it!"

In addition to the army, Ye Miaomiao also planned to form an expedition team. The universe was immense, and even within this galaxy, the map only marked large resources. Smaller resources, such as large orchards and small mineral deposits, which were not marked but sufficient to support a low-level civilization, also held considerable value.

Ye Miaomiao would consider mining some of these resources if the gains were worth the cost. Of course, that would require her to find an expedition team to find them.

Just as I was about to post the job, Knox sent me a message.

He first lamented that it was a good thing that the scientists were sent to Hungry Hungry, otherwise they would be useless if they stayed in Noah's Ark, and they might even be rejected! Ye Miaomiao wondered why he said this, but he only sighed and asserted -

“Ordinary people have no way out in Noah’s Ark.”

Let alone ordinary people, no matter how highly educated a philosopher or a scientist who can wield a bazooka, if you can't serve the interests of the ruling class, you are no match for the clown who amuses people all day long. And a clown will never pass on the skills that make him a living to others.

This has always been a familiar rule. Ye Miaomiao choked for a moment, then said comfortingly: "The extreme cold won't last long. After this period of time, the temperature will rise again. By then, you will have more resources available, and ordinary people will be able to live better."

"It won't get better, it will only get worse." Knox smiled. Ye Miaomiao is a young girl. She may not have enough sophisticated skills to control her subordinates and cannot see through the driving force behind these things.

But she has enough confidence, and this expectation for the future will encourage everyone to move forward with her. This is why Knox admires her very much, and it also prompted him to make up his mind -

"I'm willing to assist you, if you accept. This is my request," Knox said after a moment, "accept these civilians, or more precisely, refugees, and give them hope for the future."

Ye Miaomiao didn't know why Knox made this request, as it was of no benefit to him at all.

But then I thought, if Ye Miaomiao was also hesitating whether to join someone else, she might also propose something that she wanted to do but was embarrassed to do, in order to confirm her heart's desire.

Accepting refugees wasn't difficult, especially since Hung Hung was short on manpower. If the warehouse were still full, Ye Miaomiao would have readily agreed to this offer from her old friend, who had sent so many national-level researchers to Hung Hung. But now...

Ye Miaomiao didn't dare to agree to him directly.

"If we want to gain a foothold in the interstellar space, we are in dire need of combat talents. It is not easy to train a soldier." Fang Yan attaches great importance to Knox's assistance.

The lower half of the space station prepared for the military has only a few rooms in use so far, less than 5%, and it is so empty that it seems haunted.

"Knox himself is a general, and his men are mostly regular troops from Campbell Military Base," Fang Yan continued. "If you're worried about them turning against you, you can incorporate them into the three armies. Our strength will increase several times over."

"But, Captain Fang..." Ye Miaomiao was helpless.

She was well aware of what her territory lacked, but she couldn't just rob Peter to pay Paul. If she replenished her military might, life would become more difficult. By then, not only would she be forced to sleep in dormitories and not be able to afford food, civil unrest within the station was inevitable.

"Is it not possible?" Fang Yan's deep black eyes looked particularly cold. "Just suppress it."

Ye Miaomiao: "..." She couldn't help but pat Fang Yan's head gently, "What are you thinking? They are our own people. Our enemies are outside. How can our own people suppress our own people?"

After she finished speaking, thinking that Knox was still waiting, she said no more and hurried to find Li Mu.

Fang Yan moved his hair and followed.

Li Mu had calculated how many people his family's grain production could feed. The current cultivated area was just enough to feed a population slightly larger than the station's permanent population. If he produced large quantities of potato staples, he could probably feed 1.5 times the current population, but no more.

This was probably in line with Ye Miaomiao's expectations, but that wasn't what she wanted to ask: "Do we have enough manpower? Build a larger planting base."

Li Mu widened his eyes. Why did they have to build another one?

Confused, she gave a very professional answer: "Since we're on the space station, our planting area has decreased, so we don't need as many planting staff. However, the number of students majoring in agronomy at school continues to increase, so... there are plenty, enough to set up another planting base team."

"That's no problem!" Ye Miaomiao hammered his palm and announced -

"In addition to food, we can produce several times more daily necessities and clothing. As long as we build another planting base and ensure that food rations keep pace with population growth, we can definitely support more soldiers and accept refugees."

Li Mu had not studied any knowledge other than agronomy, but common sense told her that there seemed to be something wrong here.

Fang Yan asked her question: "Where are you going to let these people live? Where are these buildings going to be placed?"

Li Mu suddenly realized and nodded quickly: "The planet under our feet is not suitable for building a planting base now, let alone living in it." This disaster is one after another, it's difficult!

Ye Miaomiao, however, had a clever plan. She said mysteriously, "Colonization, let's go colonize."