Chapter 218: The Ability to Control
When the craftsmen heard about the imitation firearms, a subtle expression of "Are you trying to make things difficult for me" appeared on their faces.
"Lao Sha, these parts look simple when you take them apart, but they actually require a lot of work."
"If there is even the slightest error, the bullet will explode!"
"As for the production of explosives, even the Empire didn't think of it, so why should we?"
Another craftsman pursed his lips and pointed at the spiral pattern in the barrel: "Let me tell you, this is called rifling. There is a formula. You need to learn mathematics!"
"Study hard and teach us when you have learned it."
As soon as Shakaner heard the word mathematics, he felt a chill in his heart.
When he was bored these days, he actually listened to some mathematics.
After all, he was a second-level master, with a god attribute of 8.8 and a flexible mind. The elementary school content was a piece of cake for him! But when it came to high school content, such as solid geometry and conic sections, he started to feel overwhelmed.
Especially when I learned calculus, I felt...
Life has no meaning anymore.
However difficult it was, both the craftsmen and the militiamen felt the power of knowledge.
The former next-door neighbor, Empire, may be the limit of empiricism.
Next, if you want to go further, you need scientific thinking.
So we discussed,
Everyone, I don’t know what touched their heartstrings, but they suddenly fell silent.
Can we survive?
Survive with a new identity.
Not only survive, but also... live better!
A group of militiamen, plus a group of craftsmen, all looked off into the distance.
They think of their deceased loved ones and peer into an uncertain future.
…
In another low room, the elder Sha Sanli lit an oil lamp.
Along with a bright light, an oil lamp, came a smell like gasoline.
In the territory of the Sarawakians, water resources are scarce, but oil is plentiful.
Some oil seeps out directly from the ground, forming black lakes.
Living off the land and the water, they invented some of the most rudimentary technologies for utilizing oil.
For example, petroleum is used as a lubricant, to make ink, and in the simplest way, to burn!
The best quality oil is as clear as gasoline and does not produce much smoke when burned.
In human professional terms, it is called "condensate oil" or "natural gasoline". The price of this type of oil is much higher than ordinary oil and is often accompanied by natural gas.
It’s a pity that without technology, they can’t make use of the treasure even if they have a mountain of treasure.
Sha Sanli took out a small notebook and began to read aloud the contents.
At first glance, it turned out to be the pinyin of Chinese! "Why are you not sleeping in the middle of the night?" the old woman scolded in the room.
"Hmph, what do you know?" After all, Sha Sanli is the head of a large family and has a quick mind.
The family members are relatively well-preserved and are one of the few prominent families in the village.
When the villagers see him, they all call him "Elder".
But times have changed!
If he doesn't study hard, he will lose his position!
…
It’s a small village, but it has all kinds of life.
But today, hope prevails.
No one knows what the future will be like, but the hope at this moment is always beautiful.
Lu Yuan controlled the big tree to move "rustlingly", strolled around the village, and eavesdropped on many stories in the village.
The old cat jumped onto the branch, eavesdropping with great interest - this guy was actually the most excited!
I don't know what it is so excited about. It is clearly burdened. Just look at its cat tail that is almost reaching up to the sky, and you can tell how happy it is.
Lu Yuan actually knows nothing about politics and has no interest in it, but now he can only accept the reality silently: "Alas, it does feel a bit weird to suddenly become a leader."
"Could it be that all emperors of every dynasty were put on the throne in this way?"
The old cat sneered, "The city in the sky hasn't even risen yet, and you want to be the emperor?"
"No, no, no, I can only provide military support. As for the system, you can do whatever you want with it."
"What can I be...a parliamentary representative?" Lu Yuan felt his face turning a little red.
Thinking back then, when he was in the Great East Country, it seemed like he was far away from such things... He never cared about these things.
The old cat shook his head and said, "Although the sparrow is small, it has a strong courage. What system do you want?"
"As long as it can develop productivity, the rest doesn't matter..." Lu Yuan felt as if he had been struck by some strange vision and quickly closed his mouth.
It's not that he has no discipline or faith and wants to betray the organization...
But with the current cultural level, what can we do? A forced melon is not sweet.
The old cat was silent for a moment, then changed the subject: "What abilities did you gain? How did you turn into a tree again?"
"A milestone in the peaceful conquest of alien civilizations."
"I got the ability to [control]." Lu Yuan didn't want to hide it and was even a little proud of it. The thick tree trunk shook a little.
Control?! "Meow?!" The old cat was so excited that he almost fell down from the tree. "Why don't you just control these people and do whatever you want."
Lu Yuan shook his head. Actually, he didn't want to start this conversation.
If you use the word "control" too much, your thoughts will degenerate and your morals will change.
Treating people as tools is obviously... not what he wants.
He always felt that people should be equal.
Even though people have differences in abilities and wealth, we cannot blatantly show the thought that "I am superior to you".
Otherwise, wouldn't it be like the feudal era, a regression? Moreover, Lu Yuan felt that his current life was in a relatively comfortable state.
He now has a castle in the sky, he has conch girls to tease, he can brag and chat with the people in the village, and he is quite happy. There is no need to force himself to change.
If you control others, you can no longer be friends.
As for the fate of the Sarari clan, he was only doing what he could.
If it really doesn't work, after the city in the sky rises, we will find a place near the mountains and rivers and go our separate ways.
It wouldn't be a bad idea for him to travel alone again with his friends!
So Lu Yuan said seriously: "I don't want to do this, and I don't have the money. I have to kill several people to accumulate souls before I can control one person. Will you give me your soul?"
"How much energy do you need?" The old cat said enthusiastically, "I'll help you plan it."
"Those with weaker strength consume less, while those with stronger strength, especially those with higher divine attributes, consume a lot."
"Let me put it this way. If I kill all 10,000 people of the Sandi clan, I will be able to control a 12-13 point god-like extraordinary creature."
"Then your own soul is quite valuable." The old cat said, "Don't you have 18 points of God?"
"Yes, I am indeed valuable." Lu Yuan raised his eyebrows, "The conch is even more valuable, it is equivalent to 43 million of me."
With this calculation, the 34-point God Conch Girl is extremely valuable.
[You are such a scumbag... Come on, kill your miserable conch sister and exchange it for the energy to control the vision. ]
Conch complained to herself, but her attempt to pretend to be pitiful had no effect.
The old cat asked again: "Is your fruit of life valuable? Can it be used as energy for [Control]?"
Lu Yuan's face changed slightly. He pondered for a moment. It seemed... seemed... probably... feasible? There was no soul in the fruit of life.
But it contains enormous idealistic energy, which is probably one three hundredth of the value of his own soul.
In fact, this is quite valuable, because Lu Yuan's divine attribute is high! The value of the soul increases exponentially with the divine attribute.
His one fruit of life is equivalent to 13 points of God's soul, which is more than enough to control ordinary people.
"How many fruits of life do you have?"
The life energy consumed to give birth to the fruit of life is positively correlated with Lu Yuan’s own strength.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
Therefore, forcing a baby to be born is not cost-effective.
Naturally grown, there are only 3 of them at present.
"You have three lives, which is not enough. Use one life to control others." The old cat showed his moral abyss. "Let them learn and work like cattle and horses. The city in the sky will rise soon."
"Ahem, Brother Cat, there is a limit to control."
"It is impossible to ask the people being controlled to do work beyond their personal capabilities." Lu Yuan explained, "For example, asking them to learn carving and the content of higher education in one day."
"If they are forced to learn these, they will suffer mental breakdown and lose their sanity because they cannot complete them."
"I see... what a shame."
"Can you please say something serious? You, the cat secretary, seem evil. I don't want to control humans. I really don't want to."
The old cat suddenly had an idea: "But you can control the bugs!"
"Those bugs haven't officially hatched yet. The cost of [controlling] them should be bearable, right? There's no need to feel any moral burden. Bugs don't have human-like thoughts anyway."
"But those worms belong to the Conch Girl..."
The old cat looked strange: "The Sky City also belongs to Conch... Why did you snatch it? And the bugs didn't snatch it?"
Lu Yuan immediately shirked responsibility: "I didn't rob the Sky City either."
"I have always believed that the Conch Queen is our supreme leader and should shoulder the responsibility of leading civilization."
"I just want to be a great general."
"I personally support the Conch Queen taking the throne."
A conch eavesdropping nearby was a little speechless
She is very self-aware.
With her scheming and tricks, she can at best be a princess of the previous dynasty.
[Hmm...this human friend just wanted to kill the conch, and now wants to support the conch.]
[There is only one conch, you have to think carefully about how to treat her. ]
Lu Yuan said with a straight face: "Finally, I decided to use the first control object on her."
The conch was puzzled: [I can only give you most of the bugs, and leave me one king bug. Commander Lu, please don't control me.]
Lu Yuan was happy: "Or, let your mother manage humans?"
[Okay, call her over. I just miss her a little.]
"I won't control her, don't worry."
【You...you are such a hooligan. 】
The old cat looked at the two guys, speechless - these two were not serious at all, now they were talking about national affairs! ...
Lu Yuan and Hai Luo are actually both soft-hearted people.
If others encounter difficulties and beg for help, they will really help.
People with soft hearts are not suitable for engaging in political activities.
Especially in this kind of feudal primitive tribe, although there are many progressive people who are willing to change themselves, most people are actually uncivilized.
There are so many trivial things that bother us! We have to argue for a long time because of a small matter!
Politics is not a game of house. Even if you want to be a dictator, it is not easy to make people convinced.
Lu Yuan was very self-aware, so he became a hands-off boss.
The old cat probably never thought that after who knows how many years, he would become a leader again.
The cat's eyes rolled around a few times, and deep inside, it was filled with the ability to act.
"Okay, from now on you have to assign me some bodyguards. As long as there is enough force to suppress them, I can manage them."
"For now, let the turtle follow me for now."
…
That's it, there is no detailed plan or specific idea.
The ambitious "Plan for the Rise of the 18th Human Civilization" started in a very rough way!
A population of more than 10,000 people first moved in a mighty procession from nearby villages to the city in the sky.
It took Lu Yuan two full days to run a distance that he could have covered in an hour.
There is no way. Most people are very weak and skinny. Walking more than ten kilometers a day is almost their physiological limit.
"Everyone, we are temporarily implementing martial law!"
"Obey orders and follow instructions!"
"You won't have to worry about food."
After arriving at the city in the sky, many people who had never left their hometown in their entire lives found this strange ruin to be really desolate.
Those pairs of eyes revealed a sense of confusion and timidity.
But the forced military control has suppressed this confusion.
"Everyone listen up!"
"There are a total of twenty groups. Group leaders, please step out and find your own team members!"
The square was noisy and full of people talking.
The Sky City has ready-made houses. Even if they have been exposed to wind and rain for thousands of years, they are still better than the original earthen houses. It would be easy to accommodate 10,000 people.
Both water resources and arable land area are much larger than the original place.
After some distribution, everyone had a place to live and gradually settled down.
Secretary General Lao Mao did not actually change too many things. He divided more than 10,000 people into 20 large groups. Each group had three group leaders, one of whom was directly appointed and the other two were elected by the public.
Although the current quality of citizens is not enough to implement something like democracy, those who were elected this time are all people with good prestige and moral character - it seems that the villagers are not as stupid as imagined, and they still know which people are reliable.
After all, it is a society of acquaintances, and everyone recognizes who has good character and who has good abilities.
The three team leaders are responsible for coordinating food production, popularizing scientific knowledge, and trivial internal matters respectively.
Each large group was allocated a large piece of land for the villagers to cultivate.
(End of this chapter)