For Gauwen, whether to accept those who were exiled by the Church of Holy Light is actually a problem that does not need to be considered. For the Cecil leader, which is developing rapidly and is filled with a new order from beginning to end, any group of people in this era must be polished into qualified parts of this industrial machine in the shortest time after being thrown into it. Whether you were a believer, a nobleman, a merchant, or a slave, the first thing you did after entering Cecil was to face the buffer camp, then receive long-term education, transformation, work in factories, teach in barracks, and grow into a glorious and qualified Cecil citizen in the territory...

This is an era when all kinds of propaganda and education methods are slow and backward. The impact of the Cecil industrial system and education system on the indigenous people of this era is extremely powerful, and the identity of these indigenous people before entering the territory... is actually irrelevant to this land.

Or in other words, any indigenous people of this era is actually unqualified for the magic industry society. Since everyone needs to be transformed and educated before they can be useful, the difference between everyone is limited to the problem of speed and difficulty of transformation.

Of course, accepting exiled aliens may indeed cause some additional trouble, which Gao Wen has also thought about.

The Church of Holy Light may make moves and may spread some rumors in areas with strong influence, but no matter what, these troubles are within the scope of Gowen's acceptance. The southern border is not the world of the Church of Holy Light, so the church's slander and restrictions are at most in the Holy Spirit plain. In the face of Gowen Cecil's natural prestige, the church's slander rumors dare not be too arrogant. Let's take a step back and say what if those fanatical believers of Holy Light really resist Cecil's leader?

Gao Wen's future plans are destined to conflict with the stubborn forces in the Holy Spirit Plain...

The pastor Wright left, and with the caravans on the territory, the pastor will return to the place where he preached or was initially exiled, to witness with his own eyes what the Holy Light Priests wanted to do.

And more people are pouring into Cecil to lead this brand new land.

As the weather continues to warm up, the water level of the Baishui River rises with the infusion of snow-melting snow. Larger merchant ships appear more and more on the rivers. At the same time, land transportation gradually becomes active. Caravans travel along the newly built North and South Avenue (connecting the main city of Cecil and the Kant area) and the East and West Avenue (constructed along the Baishui River, connecting the main city of Cecil and Tanzania). They transport a steady stream of production raw materials into this place, and at the same time, there are also a steady stream of people.

Through light or dark methods, Cecil earned a lot of wealth from alchemy potions, mining equipment, and magic net technology, and these wealth were consumed at an astonishing speed and converted into production raw materials and industrial populations to fill the land. At the beginning, the gold coins earned by the territory every day made Hetty, who was the "masterman", trembled. Then, seeing the gold coins spent in the territory every day, she was even more trembling and almost infarct. But after so long training, she was finally able to face these numbers calmly and recognized what Gao Wen said:

Development is change, and the flowing funds are real wealth. The gold coins accumulated in the castle are just shining piles of metal.

Traditional nobles were accustomed to accumulating wealth. After using various means to seize gold and silver, they always piled it in the castle, or exchanged it for more expensive things to accumulate in the treasure house. Hetty once thought that this was the correct way for the family to accumulate wealth, but now she finally understood that spending gold coins is sometimes the way to grow wealth faster...

On the dock square, on the high harbor watchtower, Gao Wen, who came to inspect, looked down at a group of ragged people moving slowly on the west side of the square, while Cecil soldiers wearing armor, carrying combat backpacks, and carrying molten swords on their waists were controlling order.

An hour ago, an extra huge wooden boat landed, and hundreds of people came out of the cabin. According to intelligence, these people were exiles from the western region. Since last fall, Tanzan town sold mining equipment as a middleman to the noble territory of the west that owned mines, a large number of mine workers and slave workers have lost their lives. Advanced mining equipment can replace hundreds of manual laborers, and the civilians of this era have almost all been in danger of rest.

There is no such thing as "deposit", so wherever miners are sold, miners will go bankrupt in large quantities. The lords and nobles of this era will not raise the excess population: for their productivity, every person who does not work is a mouth full of food. Without a sound industrial system in their own territory, they have no way to convert these surplus populations into productivity, so the only choice is to expel the extra people.

These people are the "raw materials" for the further expansion of Cecil's magic industry, but before that, Gao Wen had to remind the people around him.

He turned his head slightly and ordered Heti, who was standing beside him: "The security of the buffer camp will be increased in the near future, and all new immigrants will be dispersed and placed in different camps. In addition, a group of old immigrants who have been working in the factory for a period of time will be arranged to be "life mentors" in the camp, and to tell the new immigrants about the benefits of working in the factory and living in the territory. Finally, the territory must be prepared and arrange the work, residence and education of each immigrant in advance."

"Yes," Hetty nodded, but then asked, "Are you worried that so many people will cause trouble?"

"There is not an important reason for the number of people. The important reason is that they just lost their jobs," Gao Wen said with a serious expression. "Unlike the refugees I accepted in the past, most of the people who have come to the territory recently lost their jobs because of the 'machine'."

"...Did they come with hatred?" Hetty was very smart and quickly reacted, "Will they hate Cecil?"

"No, according to the knowledge and courage of most civilians in this era, they will never, nor dare to hate the land of the lords and the lords, but they will hate the machines that caused them to lose their jobs. This kind of hatred is very blind, but it is the only direction they can think of," Gao Wen explained. "These people do not understand the Cecil leader. They came to this land to find a way out, but they certainly did not think that they were going to deal with machines. We must guide them in advance."

"Yes, I understand," Hetty lowered his head slightly, "But is this kind of guidance enough?"

"Enough. These people are not mobs. After all, they come to this land just to survive. As long as survival is guaranteed, the hatred of the machine will easily be eliminated," Gao Wen said lightly, "But in other places...those places that only know how to introduce mining equipment but have not thought about subsequent problems will be different."

Hetty suddenly fell into deep thought because of Gao Wen's words, and Gao Wen raised his head and looked at the window of the observation deck.

A figure emerged from the air and turned into a petite girl, Amber, like a dexterous swallow, crossed the windowsill and landed lightly in front of Gao Wen. He raised his hand and handed over a small scroll of paper: "Information!"

Gao Wen took the things handed over by Amber and looked at the windowsill behind him, but in the end he couldn't hold it in: "You have overturned the windows of the watchtower! You don't feel that it's too difficult to get up with such a high wall?!"

Amber looked full of shame but proud: "For a shadow master like me, if there is a shadow in the cracks of bricks outside your tower, I can climb up along the cracks."

Gao Wen no longer paid attention to this guy, but just opened the scroll of paper, and the content on it came into his sight:

The Duke of Luolun in the Eastern Region recalled more than half of the high-level knights in the territory... A messenger entered Ansu's territory in the direction of the Winter Wolf Castle...

This is an information from the East, and it is the latest news that the spies from the Military Intelligence Bureau who entered the East with the merchant group after Cecil's alchemy charity corps finally extended the channel into the East.

Gao Wen rubbed his hands, and the note immediately turned into ashes in his hands and drifted away with the wind.

"It seems that the kings and emperors on both sides have already handled their respective domestic stalls..."

Hetty saw the content on the note just now and couldn't help asking: "The negotiations are finally about to begin?"

"Yes, but this will not affect Cecil," Gao Wen nodded, and then smiled faintly, "Whether it is our king or the emperor of Tifeng, we should not want an ancestor to guide him in such a negotiation. It's not that I have no say in the issues of these two countries, but that I have too much say, so I am more qualified to speak than them. So let them do it themselves and we just need to develop ours."

Ansu East Territory, the place where the Luolun family guards, Changfeng Fortress.

Duke Silas Loren of the East Frontier stood on the high city wall, looking at the vast plains east of the city wall.

The snow melted for more than ten days, and there are still remaining white dots on the plain, while some new green is another embellishment besides white. The melting white snow and the thriving green grass appear together on this yellow-brown land, as if the cold winter and warm spring are intersected.

This made Duke Silas Loren unable to help but think of what was about to happen on this plain. In a sense, the two countries ended a hundred-year tense standoff and signed a peace agreement again. This can be regarded as a handover between winter and spring.

With this idea, Duke Loren turned his sight to the distance, and in that far place, he could vaguely see a city under construction.

That is the "balance point" prepared for negotiations, which is located in the buffer area of ​​the border line. The border fortresses of both countries can be directly cared for, attacked and protected directly. The extraordinary people and craftsmen of the two countries will build a "contracting fort" there at any cost in the next half month to serve as a negotiation venue for the leaders of the two countries and will remain for a long time as a symbol of peace between the two countries.

Obviously, the two countries jointly build a new castle instead of negotiating in any of their own fortresses, which appears to be a symbol of peace, but is actually a manifestation of lack of trust.
Chapter completed!