Chapter 238 We discovered the former imperial capital!

Actually, Lu Yuan doesn’t like formalism very much. He prefers to chat with his companions and enjoy the atmosphere of life.

In your free time, flirt with a pretty girl...it feels so good!

But he now has a team, which is different from the past.

As a senior leader, you still have to express your condolences to your subordinates on such an important day.

There is not much wine now, so we can only use fruit juice instead.

"Come on, everyone has worked hard. In the next few days, we can take it easy and don't have to work overtime every day." Lu Yuan first made a routine promise and announced the good news, "From now on, I plan to implement a single-day-off policy."

"What is... a single day off?"

This is a brand new term.

“Work six days, rest one day! After all, people are not machines. We need a combination of work and rest to improve our work and study efficiency.”

Although the current Sky City lacks too many things, whether it is industrial capacity or technological strength, it is not good enough.

However, Lu Yuan knew deeply that it was okay to let young people make contributions for a while, but it was impossible to sustain it for a long time.

Now the working hours in a day exceed 12 hours, which is indeed a bit too much.

"Will you get paid during your break?" Sha Mo asked cautiously.

"Of course, this is my scheduled rest time."

This policy naturally received widespread acclaim, and the meeting hall was noisy and filled with cheers.

Lu Yuan couldn't help but feel a little guilty, always feeling that he was exploiting these guys.

There are indeed many areas that need to be covered, and he cannot afford to give us a weekend off.

In addition, Lu Yuan was still thinking about the construction plans of various departments, that is, how to establish the government of Green Town? He had thought about this for a long time. Because the current population is too small, there are many times when flat management with direct orders is simple and efficient.

But it is obvious that extensive management cannot be sustained in the long run.

How can I maintain my current spirit? It is easy for people to become lazy. Once they become lazy, it is difficult to regain their diligence, unless they encounter a life-and-death crisis again...

Decay and depravity are the norm in this world.

So, it's time to consider organizing a slightly more formal political system.

"Sha Mo, you can be the leader of the technology team."

"Guo Weiqiang, in charge of the engineering team? The carving team?"

"Shakan'er, the... regiment commander in the army? A regiment has more than a thousand people, about the same."

"Sanri Sha, continue to be the director of the Ministry of Education?"

Lu Yuan heard that the current director of education's bad reputation could stop children from crying at night.

"Who else is coming..."

"There is also the issue of law. The original clan law is too bloody. We need to find a way to change it."

But after thinking about it, I felt that the people under my command were still a little inexperienced. They needed a few more years of experience, at least until they graduated with a doctorate, before they could properly establish a government.

But when he saw the old man Sha Sanli, Lu Yuan remembered something and couldn't help but say, "Elder Sha, now that the Sky City has really risen, please persuade those who want to leave."

"Especially for those who have children... I can't bear to let them go back to their original lives."

Sha Sanli also sighed: "Ah, that's true. It's ok for the older generation to not be able to learn new knowledge, but the kids can always learn... Really."

"But some people are stubborn and want to leave if they are not satisfied."

Lu Yuan did not want to revive clan culture, and said bluntly: "It is reasonable to build a cemetery for them to worship their ancestors, and I will not stop it."

"But if you want to offer a writing course for the Sarari people in school, this is obviously not possible."

"You didn't teach your children before, but now there is a green playground and quick teaching methods. You want to pick peaches? Isn't that nonsense?"

Lu Yuan still understood the principles of the same writing system, the same track, and the same ethics.

Multicultural?

Diversity bullshit!

With such a small population, do we have the qualifications?

Lu Yuan changed the subject: "Of course, if the elders of your tribe are willing to offer cultural courses and teach children literacy, I won't object."

Sha Sanli also smiled bitterly. Learning Chinese characters is a compulsory course for civil service examination.

But the writing of the Shali tribe...it's useless to learn it, so who would want to learn it?

"Well, I tried my best to keep a group of people."

"If you really can't stay, forget it."

Guo Weiqiang called out from the side: "Captain Lu, don't worry about them, come and try my old Guo's braised chicken legs with carved patterns."

Lu Yuan laughed, turned around and toasted all the heroes.

Talking, mediating, criticizing, and dialoguing, he seemed to be gradually getting used to these troublesome things.

The world is a huge makeshift team, but a makeshift team can also achieve great results. At least this time, they successfully raised the city.

Looking at the people with rosy faces, the people singing and dancing, and the children climbing trees and playing with glass marbles, Lu Yuan suddenly felt a very warm feeling in his heart, like a head of a big family.

"Come on, the 18th human civilization!"

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…

The next morning, the Sky City officially set sail! Nothing unexpected happened. The process was almost the same as yesterday. The Sky City flew steadily to a height of several thousand meters.

Pushed by the wind and sand, it moved towards the south little by little, like a large hot air balloon.

Looking down from the sky above the city, the golden desert is endless and the sand dunes are like waves in the ocean.

The yellow sand grains flickered with despair, as if telling of an untouchable world of death.

"That is our village, our hometown..."

"This time, I really have to leave."

Several staff members guarding the large propeller watched with a little sadness.

20 villages with a population of nearly 100,000, and only 10,000 died. How sad.

The low houses were buried bit by bit by the sandstorm.

What little green there was originally has disappeared.

That is their hometown. Now, there are no living creatures there.

The karez dried up and the cacti died.

Only the ruins of civilization remain.

A faint sadness lingers in my heart.

The feast was over.

The village has fallen into decline.

And I was high in the sky, flying towards the distant coastline.

The wind and sand are vast,

We will never meet again.

…

About a month later, the speed of the sky city increased to 6 kilometers per hour, which is similar to the normal walking speed of humans.

The sailing distance in 24 hours a day is about 140 kilometers, which is actually not too slow.

What follows is a process of slow deceleration, because the city’s mass is too large and it is necessary to decelerate in advance.

There were several minor safety accidents in the process, and Lu Yuan was always worried, fearing that one day in his dream, the city would fall upside down and smash everyone into a pulp.

Two months later, the damn yellow sand gradually faded away and turned into a dry land, with some puddles occasionally found.

The enthusiasm of the people is growing.

Especially for the patrol team, the mood was wonderful and they were so happy that they calculated the distance and when they could reach the destination every day.

This patrol team is led by Shakaner and is mainly responsible for the city's public security, sanitation, and maintenance. It has a total of 500 people.

Three king insects also work in the patrol team. Although they are intelligent, they do not understand the ways of the human world, so they can only do some simple chores.

"Level 3! Congratulations to Team Sand!"

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

On this day, cheers were heard from the team. Due to the significant improvement in nutrients and training conditions, the team leader Shakaner finally broke through and became a level three strong man.

He let out a long breath, with a hint of excitement on his face.

Lu Yuan was also nearby and sent his blessing: "Congratulations! We in Green Town finally have a Level 3 expert."

Shakaner's face flushed, he stretched his limbs and laughed, "No, my talent is only one in a million. In the past, I would have to work hard for ten years before I could be promoted."

"If it weren't for the training resources provided by Captain Lu, how could it be so fast?"

He said this sincerely. Lu Yuan still had a few low-quality spirit crystals in his hand, plus the pomegranate fruits he provided. These things were not something that poor guys like them could easily get.

"Master Lu, let's have a sparring match."

"yes!"

A man and a bug started fighting.

The Overlord is level four and the militia captain is level three.

The previously one-sided situation can now be maintained for a period of time.

Lu Yuan said to the soldiers around him: "According to the description in the imperial documents, a Level 3 warrior has a lifespan of 300 years and is a powerful figure in the army."

"Level 4 experts are rare in the empire. Their lifespan is even 500 years!"

"You should also work hard, whether for yourselves or for the entire Green Town... I hope everyone can live for a thousand years!"

The soldiers all smiled, with great anticipation on their faces.

The most promising people in the army are two owners of "divine skills".

A man named Liu Mu, who possesses the ability of "Heavenly Eyes". His eyes can emit invisible light, and his soul attacks are quite noble.

The second soldier is named Li Dayin, who has the ability to control shadows, that is, to materialize shadows and use them against the enemy.

These two people have great potential, and their cultivation speed is faster than that of ordinary people.

However, cultivation depends more on resources.

Without the resources provided by Lu Yuan, life would be mediocre.

Then, in the next second, a cry of surprise came from afar: "Quick, look to the south!"

"We... seem to have reached our destination!!"

People all looked over, with different emotions on their faces, ranging from surprise, excitement, to fanaticism.

This was followed by loud cheers!

High in the sky, they saw...

Endless coastline!!

The surging waves were one higher than the other.

Near the coastline, there are hillsides, forests, lakes, and grass...

as well as……

A fairly large city?! Lu Yuan rubbed his eyes. He really saw the city and the neatly arranged farmland.

Even saw a sparse crowd of people? "What kind of civilization is this? It seems to be an empire?"

"That circular building..." Several soldiers' hearts started beating wildly when they saw the imperial arena where they had been hanging out for many years.

"We discovered the former imperial capital?!"

…

This matter soon received the highest level of attention.

Not only are there abundant resources here, but there is also a neighbor? Everyone is very excited.

Soon, Lu Yuan gathered everyone to the edge of the Sky City and used the "Far-sighted Cornea" to observe carefully.

The technological content of this city is not very high, and there are no technological products such as railways and cars - it is indeed a feudal era.

But perhaps because of the relatively high per capita military strength, the city wall alone is six meters high, and the buildings in the city are full of the beauty of Gothic architecture.

The empire, whose full name is "Mandala Empire", is suspected to have a sixth-level innate master, and may even have a seventh-level grand master. It is definitely the pinnacle of feudal civilization.

"There doesn't seem to be a lot of people on the street, and there are traces of blood. Was there a riot?"

“Some of the farmland has also been abandoned…”

Lu Yuan lamented that what can kill a civilization is not only external disasters, but also internal strife.

"King, the last time I explored here, I did not find this human city." The petite King Insect Lu Xiao reported with his head down.

The sudden appearance of this city made it feel very guilty, and it felt that it had failed to complete its mission.

"Don't blame yourself. It should be a new safe zone opened in the last one or two years."

"It's normal that you can't find it." Lu Yuan looked at the surrounding geographical environment. "Ancient civilizations like this need more land to feed their huge population, and they often open up safe zones faster than technological civilizations."

"Their geographical location is much better than that of the Saraki clan."

"It's surrounded by mountains and rivers, with food and drink, and a desert to block the enemy. It's a safe farming base."

"Not really." The old cat shook his head and said, "The sky city has great dangers, but also great rewards. Don't you see that everyone is flying in the sky?"

"That's true. Maybe we are now stronger than the empire!" Shakaner clenched his fists and hammered them together. As a ready-made third-level master, he was quite proud.

Now is the age of science and technology, and the mysterious veil of the Mandala Empire has long been lifted.

They believed that if they were given enough time, not too much, just thirty or fifty years, the empire would worship them in return.

When talking about this, many intellectuals and engineers around the round table agreed.

"The Empire has been around for so many years, but it still hasn't figured out glyphs. What a waste of talent." Guo Weiqiang, a half-baked guy, started bragging, "Why don't we just suck all their talent away?"

"Many of their glyph readers simply don't reach their potential."

Lu Yuan couldn't help but shook his head: "If someone else is recruited, who will be the teacher? Will you be the teacher?"

"When you can engrave the 'Solid Glyph' independently, you can teach others."

Hearing the laughter of his comrades, Guo Weiqiang blushed, patted his chest, and made a pledge: "Next year! No, in half a year, I can be a teacher!"

Another burst of cheerful laughter.

This is a kind of cultural confidence! (End of this chapter)