[Chapter 820 The First Cocoa Plantation]

More than 30 people who could be translators were very happy and cheered.

But there are still more than 100 refugees left. They haven’t got jobs yet and don’t know what to do.

These 100 people heard that their companions got such a good job, and they were envious and jealous, but they could not be translators themselves. How could this be done? Such a good job, I want to do it. I really want to do it, I want to stick my hands out of my throat to grab this job, but what should I do if I can’t catch the swelling?

A group of people had to look at Robb pitifully!

Robb’s head is also swollen, let them go mining, can’t bear it, move stones to build a house, can’t bear it, build roads and bridges, or can’t bear it, what can these emaciated people in Nima do?

After thinking about it, that’s all, it happened that Miss Queen was clamoring for chocolate, but the cocoa beans of the nearby tribes were all sold out for a while, so I’ll just make the world’s first cocoa bean plantation Leave more than two hundred refugees behind to help manage the plantation, responsible for harvesting, picking, selecting, drying beans, grinding, making cocoa powder, etc., as long as there are corresponding machines, these are not very heavy Physical labor, they should be able to do it.

Robb said loudly to the remaining more than 100 people: “Don’t worry, I have already figured out what I want you to do, ahem! Come and be my cocoa bean plantation workers.”

He just Saying this sentence, more than 30 translators next to him spoke in unison, and at the same time helped to translate, there was a lot of talk and confusion.

Robb: “Hey, what are you doing?”

The thirty or so people said together: “Let’s start the translation work now.”

Robb: “…”

This is very unreasonable.

Robb said angrily: “It’s all gone, Conte, take these translators to various departments in the town, and assign one to every place that needs an interpreter.”

Conte nodded with a smile, and then he said to the young, decent-looking female translator: “You stay here to be Godafather’s professional translator.” Then he said to others: “You all follow I’ll come.”

Robb shook his head secretly: Even Conte has learned badly! The translators have to deliberately leave me a young and good-looking one. But forget it, I also like young and good-looking female translators, and male ghosts want it.

He turned to the refugees again: “You go to the north of the town first, turn over a field, and I want to plant a cocoa tree there. Next, you will be responsible for taking care of my cocoa tree. As for your wages… Twenty less than the translator. The jins of potatoes are set like this.” The

refugees calculated carefully, and they still had 80 jins of potatoes if they lost 20 jins. It was more than enough for one person to eat for a month. And there is still a large roll of cloth to make clothes, which is still much more comfortable than shaving food in the tribe before.

A group of people thanked Dade and hurriedly bowed to Robb.

After praying, they hurriedly wanted to go to work, just like the group of people who couldn’t wait to translate, they wanted to start work quickly and get something to do quickly, maybe this is the most simple way of thinking.

Several west wind soldiers took the refugees to get tools and asked them to go to the north of the town to prepare the land.

Robb didn’t care about it, he went back to his chapel and lay down. After less than 20 minutes of rest, he saw a Zephyr running back and whispered in his ear: “Godafather, those The skinny guy looks like he can’t make a piece of land.”

“Oh?” Luo Boqi said: “What’s wrong?” The

West Wind Warrior said: “There is a large jungle outside the town, and it is full of century-old trees. The roots are intertwined and complicated. The refugees are too weak to deal with the jungle even with tools.”

Robb: “…” That’s all

, save the people to the end, and send the Buddha to the west.

Robb hurriedly brought the new female translator and came to the north gate of the town.

Sure enough, as soon as he got there, he saw a large group of refugees cutting down trees with difficulty. Each of these people was weaker than the other, and they were swaying with axe. Wherever they could chop down a tree, with an axe, they would be a hundred years old. The tree is only a little broken.

It’s too hard for these guys to clear out a plantation.

“Stop!” Robb shouted: “Come and gather behind me.”

These refugees are very obedient, probably because of their long-term colonial life, which makes their obedience very high. As soon as Robb shouted and translated, those people immediately Obediently ran behind Robb and stood neatly.

Robb said: “It was your job to open up the wasteland, and it was your salary in exchange for it. You should do this. However, because of some special reasons, I will help you lay a foundation this time, and it will not work in the future. Oh.” The

refugees couldn’t understand what he meant, and couldn’t help but look confused.

At this moment, Robb suddenly waved his hand forward: “Wind Blade Art!”

Two incomparably wide wind blades flew out of his hand, like two huge sickles, swept across the jungle in front of him. With a bang, all the trees with a radius of several hundred meters in front of them were cut off from their roots and fell down.

Refugees: “Wow!”

A group of construction workers in Xifeng Town who had already prepared, immediately ran up from behind, carried the big tree and ran away, laughing: “Godafather, let’s use these wood to build houses.”

Luo Bai waited for them to remove the tree, and there were only a

lot of stumps left in front of him, and then he cast the spell again: “Earth fissure!” Quick, all the land with a radius of several hundred meters was turned loose, and many tree stumps were turned up with their roots.

A businessman who had already been ready rushed over again and greeted his entourage to carry the tree stumps and roots away: “We will transport these things back to the Kingdom of Gran and sell them to the sculptors.”

Then, all that’s left is a piece of land that has been turned to a pulp.

Robb then turned his head and said to a group of stunned refugees: “You guys should turn this land over and level it, so that I can plant cocoa, understand?” The

refugees are now looking at Robb’s The eyes can be called “awe”, and they hurriedly bowed and saluted, and some people even knelt down and kowtowed: “We will definitely work hard.”

The next day, the land for planting circles was all ready, refugees, no, The workers who should now be called plantation workers also put a low fence around the plantation to prevent wild animals from coming in.

Robb took the seeds of the cocoa tree (cocoa beans that were not dried and processed), planted them one by one, watered them, then looked up at the sky, wrote down the time, and smiled. : “At this time tomorrow, you can really start working.”

[End of This Chapter]