My territory is filled with block creations.

Chapter 47 Law and Management

Soon, Thorne gathered all the villagers in the center of the village. He held a small wooden stick and pointed to the laws on the notice board, explaining them to the villagers word by word.

What does all this mean? What things are forbidden? What consequences will occur if they are done?

Even the consequences were prepared in advance. The young man standing next to Thorne was like a bastard, and Thorne had also given Lester, who was in charge of the execution, some instructions beforehand that the beating could be a little lighter this time.

And so, as the first lash landed on Maotou's back, Maotou, who had been gritting his teeth and enduring the pain, suddenly found in surprise, "Hey? Why doesn't it hurt as much this time?"

However, this pause only lasted for a moment before Maotou understood what was going on.

The village chief felt sorry for him!

He knew he had to handle the situation, and the next moment he immediately bared his teeth and yelled.

One painful scream after another, like thunderclaps, kept striking the eardrums of the villagers watching, while Thorne kept observing the villagers' reactions.

The original villagers mostly had calm expressions, a calmness mixed with a hint of indifference and acceptance.

Indifference was directed at Maotou, while acceptance was directed at Thorne. Clearly, as their numbers grew, they also realized some things, such as the need to govern the villagers as their numbers increased.

If there were only a dozen or so of them at the beginning, then it wouldn't be a big deal for them to be like brothers. But with more people, they definitely can't be so careless anymore.

The newly joined villagers felt a sense of relief, thankful that the whip hadn't fallen on them, and their expressions were a mixture of fear, awe, and gratitude.

Clearly, this beating unsurprisingly brought back memories of the past for them, and they realized that the life they were living now was one they were truly grateful for.

There were roughly two reactions among the crowd, and then there was Alex.

At this moment, Alex stared blankly at Thorne, who was standing in the center of the village and had announced that the young man would be whipped ten times, her face filled with unconcealed astonishment.

Not the village chief? Your reaction is off, isn't it? Are you still the same Thorne as before? If you had shown yourself like this sooner, I might have been able to invest a few more gold... silver coins, since I haven't even broken even on the previous gold coins.

I'm almost stuck with this stock, so I can only chase it up a little.

With the ten lashes over, Thorne took the opportunity to bring out the labor group rotation system and the plan to exchange labor points for rewards.

At first, the villagers were a little confused and didn't know what it meant, while Thorne used his prepared remarks in advance.

"You can think of these labor points as money. Every time your team does labor, I will record it in the points book."

"As for the number of points, it depends on how much labor you do and how well you do your job. For the soldiers, it's about the effectiveness of training and the results of combat."

"You can exchange points for anything I can provide: more delicious food, more spacious and comfortable housing, weapons, tools, gold and silver, clothes, cloth, all kinds of supplies."

As soon as Thorne finished speaking, the villagers stirred slightly, clearly not yet realizing whether this was a good thing or a bad thing for them.

Although Thorne did not use particularly complex language and vocabulary to describe these things, the villagers' average level of education, which was below prenatal level, made up for it well.

In the end, Doug was the first to react. After thinking about it carefully, he seemed to understand it a little.

It's about taking back what Thorne originally promised them and then returning it to them through work. Hmm... On one side are the villagers who have been with him day and night, and on the other side is the village chief who believes in him. After thinking for a moment, he immediately started clapping.

And he didn't forget to explain to the surrounding villagers, "This is because the village chief not only provides us with food and drink and houses, but also pays us wages so we can buy good things!"

Misled by Doug, the other villagers also realized what was going on.

This is great news! In an instant, the villagers who were still thinking immediately burst into applause, and a clapping sound rang out from the crowd.

Thorne, who had initially thought the plan was doomed after seeing the villagers deep in thought, finally breathed a sigh of relief after Doug helped him turn around gracefully and successfully resolve the situation.

Then, while the iron was hot, he continued to talk about another important matter.

He cleared his throat: "By the way, due to the unequal distribution of labor in the previous plan, the villagers who were divided into those who farmed, gathered, and built will have their basic labor points increased by ten."

As soon as the words were spoken, another cheer erupted from the crowd. Of course, it was only a group of people cheering, while the other group, though not cheering, had no objections to the whole thing.

After finishing his own work, he called over Carl, Doug, and Naro. The latter two were literate, while Carl, though illiterate, could learn.

Moreover, Thorne brought Carl and Doug over with the intention of finding Naro a helper and having Naro teach the other two.

And so, Thorne entrusted the task of organizing new labor groups for the villagers to the three of them.

He himself returned to the work area to study the 50-square-meter foundations he had already built, deciding whether to keep them or dismantle them into 25-square-meter foundations one by one, when Alex walked over quietly.

She came here purely out of curiosity, to ask who that seemingly capable old man standing next to Thorne was.

She wasn't in a hurry, so she just sat there enjoying the cool air while watching Thorne busy with construction. Just as the latter had finished removing the wooden planks, Naro returned with the newly organized village files and the list of labor teams.

Alex bowed halfway to him very politely before handing the list to Thorne.

Thorne glanced at the list and found that each team had at least one original villager as the team leader, and the labor capacity of each team was also about the same. Only the child was singled out and told to watch the machine when he had nothing to do.

Thorne agreed with this arrangement, after all, what are children supposed to do?

Furthermore, Naro had also arranged the labor distribution, with farmland being the most abundant, followed by harvesting, animal husbandry and machinery the least, and the rest all used for construction.

It could involve demolishing city walls, relocating dilapidated houses, or building roads.

Thorne was increasingly satisfied with what he saw. Fairy tales weren't all lies; lucky people could indeed rescue great talents from slave traders and govern their territories.

Just as he put all the documents back on his desk and turned around, he realized that there was someone else there without him noticing.

Thorne paused for a moment, then asked, "Alex? When did she arrive?"

"It's been a while, haven't you seen me?" Alex said quietly.

"You're too quiet... I would say you're polite." Thorne realized he'd been a bit rude at first, so he changed his words.

"Thank you for the compliment. Now, let me ask you a question. Mr. Thorne, who seems capable of governing this territory, where did you find such a talented person?" After Alex asked, Naro smiled somewhat awkwardly.

"I was one of the slaves who just arrived in the village, so it's normal that you didn't notice me."

After Naro finished answering, Alex remained silent for a moment. Perhaps feeling that her previous behavior of ignoring him was too impolite, she simply chose to run away and go to repair the machine.

Naro shrugged at the sight. In fact, ignoring ordinary villagers was the norm, while Thorne, who remembered every villager, was the odd one out.

He didn't have much to say about it, after all, he had important business to attend to.

Thinking of this, he looked at Thorne again: "Village chief, I want to know how those woolen fabrics, or those modular foundations, were made."