That machine.

Those were machines brought from the City of Mist. A single stripping machine is worth at least five purple gold coins, which means it's worth over five hundred gold coins. These things are priceless, and hers is a stripping machine that can separate up to fifty levels of contamination, barely reaching the low-contamination category. If it were at an auction, it might fetch ten purple gold coins.

But now my brother is seriously injured and urgently needs treatment. Although the machine is expensive, my brother's life is more important. The most important thing is that if my brother goes to the main city to ask for food, then food like this might cost fifteen or even twenty gold coins a serving.

In the end, she didn't actually lose out.

She looked at Qin Yiyi.

"You can take the machine right away, but can you guarantee the food for every day for a month?"

Qin Yiyi nodded.

"Don't worry, you definitely won't lose money!"

Flamingo had heard Qin Yiyi say this before, and sure enough, she didn't lose out.

So this time, she chose to believe Qin Yiyi as well.

Qin Yiyi nodded and smiled, then told Xide to move the rice peeling machine into the warehouse next door. They would use another ten kilograms of rice for the experiment today!

Ten pounds of rice yielded seven pounds of rice grains, but all of these grains were 40% contaminated, so the food made from them could only be considered low-contamination food.

She didn't touch those seven pounds of rice.

The day after the yellow sandstorm was the day to collect taxes.

But since everyone was staying indoors, Qin Yiyi didn't indulge them. Why would they sleep on the street if they didn't pay taxes? What was going on with them seeking refuge in the territory?

Her crystal didn't come out of nowhere. Why does she seem so young, like a saintly, wicked child?

"Ox-Head and Horse-Face, go kick the door open!"

Alright!

Since they started providing meals, Ox-Head and Horse-Face have been very enthusiastic. As half-orcs, they are already quite strong. They kicked open the doors of each family and found that the old were old and the young were young.

I hadn't realized before that there wasn't a single young person among them; they were all kids over fifty and under fifteen!

"Where have all the elders gone? Is my territory full of the elderly, the weak, the sick, and the disabled?" Qin Yiyi pointed to a child who looked about fifteen years old.

"You, come out and say something!"

The child looked wary.

"The previous lord has taken all the young people from the village to the next lord's territory. If we don't go, he will destroy the village, and none of us will survive!"

Qin Yiyi was furious.

Food is scarce in the wasteland, and the young and middle-aged population is also scarce. If you want to develop your territory, you can't rely on the old, weak, sick, and disabled. You definitely need young people. The previous lord was promoted from baron to viscount. Obviously, with the increase in rank, his moral standards have dropped.

They took away all the able-bodied men in the village at once.

She was furious at the sight of these remnants of the army.

Do you have the money to pay taxes?

In the wasteland world, the tax rate is one silver coin per month for those aged 20 to 50 before tax, while other age groups receive half price.

Goodness, she has nothing but "buy one get one half price" offers.

But even at half price, no one can afford it.

An old man, about sixty years old, tremblingly took a handkerchief from his pocket, inside which were a few silver coins.

"This was collected by the village children before we left. My lord, could you perhaps allow some leeway for the rest...?"

Qin Yiyi looked at the few silver coins. Could she take them?

Qin Yiyi, who dominates the game "World", has never bullied the elderly, weak, sick, disabled, or pregnant!

She was furious and had no intention of giving these people a friendly look.

"Since none of you can pay, then you're all my slaves!"

Everyone's expression changed.

Slaves are at the very bottom of the wasteland world, beaten and verbally abused, and die from exhaustion.

It was a job where you had to do all the hard and tiring work, working 20 hours a day, and everyone was trembling with fear.

The flamingo seemed to want to say something in defense of these people, but her brother stopped her!

"From this moment forward, you are all my slaves, Qin Yiyi's slaves. You must obey my word! Only my words matter, not even if the Heavenly King himself were here!"

"First of all, you must work ten hours a day! From 9 a.m. to 7 p.m."

The people below stared wide-eyed. Did slaves really have a ten-hour workday?

"Secondly, I will only provide you with one meal a day, in the evening! Unless you meet your performance targets and perform exceptionally well, I might consider providing two meals a day!"

Those below gasped. So slaves were also provided with meals?

"Besides, everyone has to work; if you don't work, you won't get any food!"

That's for sure! The oldest people in the wasteland are at most sixty years old, and there are none older than that. They've all been naturally eliminated, or to put it bluntly, they don't live that long!

"I will assign the tasks of the elderly and children to my three slaves, Ox-Head, Horse-Face, and Deer Antlers. You three come out and identify the people!"

The ox-headed, horse-faced, and deer-antler-like figures covered their mouths.

It's unbelievable that they, they actually became slave chiefs one day!

Real power among slaves!

Hiss~

It seems that being a slave to the lord isn't so shameful after all, because in just a few days they've achieved a qualitative breakthrough! That is, being provided with meals!

"As chief slaves, you have two meals a day!"

"But a meal like yesterday's will only happen once a week at most!"

They were somewhat disappointed, but mostly reassured. They knew that they couldn't eat like yesterday every day; once a week, or four times a month, would be good enough!

Two meals a day, which means two low-pollution meals a day, is already quite good!

They saw it firsthand: that wretched eagle-orc Sid had just moved a peeling machine in to peel low-pollution rice!

You can't find this kind of treatment even in Chaotic Territory!

They! They were right to be slaves!

As a result, the three slaves immediately evolved into Qin Yiyi's die-hard fans.

"You have no idea how happy it is to be a lord's slave!"

Those below nodded, now they understood. Even slaves only worked ten hours a day, and they would still need to work more than ten hours to make a living on their own! Most importantly, they were provided with food!

Meals are provided!

Qin Yiyi cleared her throat.

"But I don't have time to cook for you. I can only give you low-pollution rice. You'll have to cook for yourselves!"

Rice is better than meals provided. If you save a little bit of rice each day, you can save some rice to exchange for money every month!

However, the Chaotic Territory is too chaotic. They are very likely to be robbed if they go there, let alone exchange money. It would be better if there were safe and free trade within the territory.

There's nothing in the territory right now.

But I can't even dream of that. Being able to eat some food, even if I'm not full, is a blessing in this wasteland!

Qin Yiyi saw that no one below objected.

Very good. Although the old are old and the young are young, they are a group of qualified working people.

"Then let's start clearing out our territory now!"