Let the scourge go to the right path, and you make games to reward them?.

Chapter 405: Mocheng is so nice (22)

Knowing the style of the game, Kong Jue no longer worried about his own problems, but began to examine the content of the game from a third-party perspective.

Because he was in a dream, many feelings could be transmitted, allowing him to clearly feel the daily life of a resident.

He boasted that his previous planning was good and that he had taken many aspects into consideration, but after actually playing the game, he found that he had still ignored the feelings of ordinary people and low-level monks.

In the early stages of the game, you can actually provide the workers with a better working environment, such as giving them more clothes and more spells so that they can be stronger.

However, in the early days of the generation, giving laborers magic was a thankless task.

The initial physical strength of the workers is worthless. For many buildings, it is enough as long as they can be completed on time. If not, send a few more people over.

Even if the working environment of workers is improved, what is reflected in the game is just an increase in the happiness index and some labor efficiency.

But data is always just data. If you don’t experience it yourself, you will never know what life is like for the bottom-level workers.

Following the workers' perspective, he truly experienced what the grassroots people had paid under his planning.

They need to get up at dawn and go home in the middle of the night. After returning home, they have to listen to their wives' complaints, most of which are "The food sent by the city lord today is porridge again", "When can I get the money?" and "Another boy was born, but I have no fish soup to drink. What should I do if I can't produce milk?"

Listening to these complaints, Kong Jue was a little dazed.

He was deeply impressed by this scene. After all, he was very dissatisfied with these people when he was making the plan. He felt that they were too pretentious.

"Why are you complaining? Didn't I give you food?"

"I don't have money now, but I will have it later."

"A portion of fish soup costs twenty spirit seeds, while a portion of porridge only costs five spirit seeds. Even though it doesn't taste good, it can fill your stomach."

"Stop complaining, keep having babies, and build Mo City!"

At that time, the complaining woman was just a troublemaker in his eyes.

But now, what he saw was an ordinary peasant woman who dared not light a lamp for fear of wasting oil and could only do some handicrafts under the dim moonlight to supplement the family income.

Because the city formation had not yet been established, the temperature in the entire Mo City was very low, but she still sat by the window, shivering as she sewed and patched various rags to make a piece of clothing filled with grass.

Seeing this scene, Kong Jue suddenly understood why Daoxuan was so concerned about the lower-class people.

Unlike the demonic nobles like Kong Jue, Daoxuan was someone who fought his way up from the bottom of society. He knew best how hard the people had suffered.

Listening to the farmer's chattering, Kong Jue slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The next day, he still had to do hard labor, but his work content had changed to quarrying.

Quarrying is not an easy job. Workers need to first chisel a hole in the boulder, then pour boiling water on it to make the stone expand and split in the middle, then use wooden nails and hammers to open the stone, and then transport the excavated boulder to the camp.

There was no protection here, only dust all over the air. The heavy stones soon made his hands full of blisters, and every swing of the hammer caused excruciating pain.

While doing his work numbly, Kong Jue was thinking about his original idea when he built the quarry.

"It's too expensive to dig with magic, so let's just use manpower at the beginning."

"But manpower is troublesome to use. There are too many complaints, but now we need so many people." "We can only take turns. Today we quarry stones, tomorrow we build houses, and the time in between is considered rest."

Thinking of his past self, Kong Jue couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Sure enough, if the whip doesn’t hit you, you don’t know how painful it is.

At this time, Kong Jue finally realized how hard physical labor was. If he were allowed to do it again, even if he didn't get enough points, he would still spend money to have people use magic to chisel the stones in the early stages so that his residents wouldn't have to work too hard.

Time passed quickly in "Simulated Mo City 2". During the construction and excavation process, Kong Jue found himself slowly getting older.

The child grew up, but his talent for cultivation was not high, and he did not meet the requirements of the city lord. He could not enter the newly opened training ground, so he could only work hard with him.

Watching the little brat who was just chasing chickens and beating dogs gradually grow into a young adult, Kong Jue still felt a surge of affection for his child.

The wages had been paid in advance, and he had also saved up some spiritual stones to allow his children to try their luck in the Taoist temple.

Although his talent was not high, he still had some. Even if he could not become a great man, he could at least have some cultivation and not have to work hard for a living like himself.

But unfortunately, the city lord did not hear his request.

In other words, the city lord Kong Jue at that time had never thought of this at all.

Behind the inky numbers is a family, and the expectations of each family are hidden behind the numbers. However, his own ban directly cuts off their way to success, leaving these people with a little talent to be buried in endless construction along with their fathers.

Class solidification has already taken shape, and those at the bottom of the social ladder have no chance of turning things around, and their descendants can only continue to sink into endless depravity.

Seeing his child taking over his sledgehammer and working with him in the quarry, Kong Jue felt deeply desperate.

In the dust, he seemed to see his son's son appearing here, and his grandson's grandson still doing the same.

All he could do was to swing the sledgehammer and smash all his distress and hesitation onto the boulder in front of him until it broke into pieces.

Mocheng is becoming more beautiful day by day, but he is also getting older day by day.

The long-term labor caused him to have a lot of health problems. The old wound on his leg caused by stones would start to hurt on cloudy days, and his lungs, which had breathed in too much dust, would cough from time to time.

The gradually improved diet in the later period did not allow his body to recover. These old injuries from years gone by were like wounds on a tree. Even if they recovered, the twisted and bloated parts could still be seen.

Gradually, he became a burden to his family and Mocheng as he was unable to work.

Some free tobacco leaves were sent over. After smoking these leaves, one would not feel hungry for a long time and many of the ailments in the body disappeared. However, the price was that the whole person became drowsy.

Kong Jue, who had smoked a lot of tobacco, no longer had much ability to think. Every day he would go to the place where he used to work in a daze, watch other people working hard, and tell his own stories.

"At that time, we all dug the stones with our hands. Now you can just use magic."

Since no one was listening to him, he just talked to himself. When he was happy, he called out the names of his former friends, and then fell into gloom again.

Finally, he reached the top of the mountain alone and saw the sun rising, with Mo City shining in the sunlight.

"Mo City is so beautiful." Looking at the glittering Mo City, Kong Jue closed his eyes with satisfaction.

(End of this chapter)