I was expelled from school at the beginning, but luckily I am the king of endurance.

Xiaoya watched Fangling pick up her backpack from the ground. It was bulging, obviously she was starving the last time she came. Xiaoya and the teacher were of course prepared for these things. After all, Fangling had specifically explained in the communication that the journey was difficult, and Xiaoya and the teacher would not be so stupid as to just leave.

"Well, let's go. We'll talk about the details on the way."

Xiaoya took the backpack from the car, and her MP7 submachine gun was hung on her chest. Xiaoya carried the gun in her right hand and the hatchet in her left hand and set off on the mountain road.

The teacher and Fangling were not as fully armed as Xiaoya. They both carried pistols, which they only needed to put in the holsters at their waists, which was actually quite convenient.

The car was parked directly on the side of the road and locked. Fang Ling said not to worry, as almost no one would come here. The nearest village or town was ten kilometers away, and even children who liked to run around could not come here.

"The situation is like this. I visited the fishing village roughly. The villagers were quite surprised when they saw me. According to a local fisherman with a dog head, I am the first outsider to come over from the other side of the mountain in recent years." Fang Ling swung the hatchet. The students of Kivotos are stronger than the average adult. When the hatchet was swung down, the branches blocking the way were chopped down cleanly and then kicked away by Fang Ling. In order to ensure efficiency, the three of them would take turns to clear the way.

"The local villagers make their living by fishing. Some people have also cultivated land near the mountains. Uh, should I call it farmland? They grow crops directly from the soil."

Like ordinary Kivotos students, Fang Ling had never seen such a planting method before. She had also visited the farms directly operated by the college. They all grew crops hydroponically, directly from the ground, which expanded her knowledge.

However, since flowers and plants can be grown in the soil, it should be possible to grow crops as well.

"Don't the local villagers trade with the outside world?"

Xiaoya asked, the girl could hardly imagine how they survived without any contact with the outside world and the convenient life brought by modern industry.

"Well... although there are some things from outside our place, they generally live the same life as the ancients, no, it's not an exaggeration to say that they live like primitive people. Their houses are made of wood, mud or stone, and their fishing boats are also made of wood. What's even more unimaginable is that after looking around, they don't even have electricity or running water. The villagers rely on the river not far from the village for drinking water." Fang Ling said. When she first arrived there, she thought she had encountered the time travel mentioned in novels.

"No running water or electricity? Wooden fishing boats?" Xiaoya was confused. Was this still Kivotos? What was she doing there? But Xiaoya continued to ask, "Hasn't anyone moved out?"

"No, but occasionally villagers would walk this mountain road out to the towns outside to buy things. That's why they still accept money. Of course, they only accept banknotes."

Xiaoya thought about it and didn't expect that there was such a place hidden in the highly developed Kivotos. It was really incredible. No wonder the Ten Thousand Demons Palace didn't care about this place in the past. With this mountain road, they would probably just take a look and go back.

However, judging by the branches that covered the mountain road, it seems that no one has come out for a long time. According to Fang Ling, people used to come out to buy things occasionally. So what went wrong that caused them to stop going out to purchase things?

These issues need to be explored. In short, after she investigates the situation clearly, she will definitely ask a construction team to build a road here and provide water and electricity to the villagers... It would be best if the houses were rebuilt as well and brought into modern society.

"There must be more going on in the village, but I was quickly driven out and didn't get to know more. However, Comrade Chairman..." Fang Ling, who was clearing the way, paused before continuing, "When the villagers organized to drive me out, I discovered that the villagers there seemed to listen to an elderly man. Perhaps we can start with that elderly man this time."

Born from the flames of war: Chapter 21 The Village Comes (~9) Qi 3 is a young man

The original plan was to arrive in the evening, but what Xiaoya and Fangling didn't expect was that the teacher was not from Kivotos, and his physical fitness and strength were not as good as those of Kivotos students. When it was the teacher's turn to lead the way, the team's speed naturally slowed down.

The time wasted by the teacher had to be made up by Xiaoya. Unlike the teacher, Xiaoya's physical fitness and strength are now far ahead of ordinary students.

The three of them hurried and finally crossed the mountains at eight o'clock in the evening. Fortunately, they brought enough supplies and did not go hungry.

"Huh...is this the fishing village?"

It was already dark and there was no light here, but Xiaoya had good eyesight. With the light of the moon and stars, she could see the paddy fields in front of her and the houses in the distance.

"Yes, this is it, Comrade Chairman. What should we do now?"

The last time they came, Fang Ling and several of her companions were kicked out after just a short while, and the weather was just like this when they were kicked out.

Listening to Fangling's question, Xiaoya also showed a confused look. She didn't know either. It was the first time she had seen the situation in this kind of place. But according to common sense, they should find the family first, right?

"There really is no water or electricity." The teacher looked at the dark fishing village. This was even more exaggerated than the rural area when he was a child. At least in his time, the village had electricity.

Looking at the two girls beside him, dazed by the halo, the teacher felt it would be best for him to lead the team in this situation. "At this time, according to the ancients' sleep schedule, most of the villagers should be asleep. After all, lighting a lamp is a luxury for them. Knocking on their door now would probably make them unhappy."

"So, what should we do now?"

Xiaoya was indeed confused. Having grown up in the city, this was her first time coming into such an environment and she really didn't know what to do. Since the teacher seemed to be very experienced, she might as well follow the teacher.

"But no matter what, there will always be a wealthy family in a village, and this wealthy family is usually the village chief."

This is not difficult to understand. Being able to become a village chief means that one is popular. After becoming a village chief, it is very common in this society to use the power of the village chief to make some money for one's family. Not to mention a village. Now Xiaoya and others are also paying attention to anti-corruption work. However, after all, the Spartacus Group was established for less than a year, and no corruption problems have been found for the time being.

"I understand, teacher. Because they're rich, they can light a lamp at night, and then make good use of their night time, further widening the gap between them and the ordinary villagers. Unless something unexpected happens, the village chief's family will become increasingly wealthy, and with money, it's much easier to win people's favor. If this continues... Oh my god, it's hereditary!"

Xiaoya is not stupid. In fact, there are many descriptions about thinking in ancient books. Xiaoya deduced the points pointed out by the teacher naturally. However, these have only strengthened Xiaoya's determination to break up the small social structure here and drag it into modern society. It has nothing to do with the work they are going to do for the time being.

"But I don't see any light anywhere."

In Xiaoya's cognition, the first thing that comes to mind when talking about lighting is electric lights, but this fishing village is dark and it doesn't look like there are electric lights.

"Of course not. There is no water or electricity here, so I think the villagers must be using oil lamps." The teacher walked forward, and Xiaoya and Fangling followed behind the teacher. They brought flashlights, so they could see the road clearly.

"The oil lamp is definitely not as bright as the electric light, so we have to get closer to see it."

Then the teacher stopped talking and just led the two girls along the dirt road. They had already passed through the paddy fields that the villagers had reclaimed for growing rice, and now they were walking in the village.

The village is not very big and is some distance away from the sea. Now you can't hear the sound of the waves, only the "squeaking" sounds of unknown small insects.

Along the way, it seemed that most of the villagers' houses were made of earth and wood structures, with straw mixed in the earth walls, that is, dry rice straw. Of course, Xiaoya and Fangling didn't recognize this and just thought it was some kind of grass.

I didn't see any wooden houses, but I think the wood would be used to build the dock. The wooden house Fangling saw might be a small house on the dock. There are relatively few stone houses, so only rich people can afford to build houses with stone.

Thinking of this, the teacher took Xiaoya and Fangling to look at the stone house.

Sure enough, they soon found the most imposing house in the village. Of course, this imposingness was only relative to the houses of other villagers, but just from the courtyard wall, one could tell that the owner was extraordinary - most villagers used fences or earthen walls to enclose their courtyards, but the owner of this house used stone walls directly.

"This should be the village chief's house. Let's go in and pay him a visit." The teacher lowered his voice, and Xiaoya and Fangling nodded immediately.

There was no gate in the yard, so it was just left open. Xiaoya and the others walked into the yard and saw a dim light shining through the paper-pasted windows. It was not too late yet, so the village chief should not have gone to bed yet.

"knock knock"

Xiaoya walked forward and knocked lightly on the wooden door. Soon, she heard movement in the house.

"Squeak-"

The door opened a little, and inside was a black and white dog-headed man wearing overalls. Judging from the small sprouts of beard, it should be quite old.

"Outsider?" The old dog-headed man looked at Xiaoya cautiously, then opened the door completely and said, "Come in."

As he spoke, the old dog-headed man turned and went into the house. Xiaoya then saw that there was another much stronger dog-headed man standing behind him, also in black and white. He must be the old dog-headed man's son.

Xiaoya glanced inside the house, said "excuse me" and followed him into the house. The teacher and Fangling also followed in.

The old dog-headed man placed the oil lamp in the middle of the table. Under the dim light, the young and strong dog-headed man brought a few chairs. The chairs and tables here were all made of wood, and obvious traces of handicrafts could be seen.

The old dog-headed man sat down on a chair facing the gate, then stared at Xiaoya and the others and said, "I am the local village chief. Why are you outsiders here so late at night?"

It was beyond Xiaoya's expectation. She thought that the old village chief would impatiently drive them out after seeing Fangling, but she didn't expect him to be so polite. However, the old village chief should be the only one who was polite. Xiaoya saw that the village chief's son had his hands on his chest and looked impatient.

Born from the Fire of War: Chapter 22: Flexible and Adaptable, Very Flexible in Position

Did the old village chief really want to be polite? Not necessarily. He just saw the gun Xiaoya was wearing. Their local information was isolated, but that didn't mean they were completely ignorant of the outside world.

The old village chief knew that almost all of these outsiders with halos on their heads had their own weapons. These weapons might be strange, but they could all make loud noises and flames, and then make a hole in them.

Moreover, these outsiders are very strong, and the old village chief doesn't dare to bet whether the girl in front of him will suddenly attack him.

"Hello, village chief. We are from the Gehenna Soviet Academy, the people who manage this land. May I ask why you are driving us away from here to work?"

Xiaoya was straightforward and asked clearly. It would be best to resolve any misunderstandings on the spot. If there were any other reasons, it would be better to find out as soon as possible and resolve them.

"Humph, that's just how you outsiders are. You don't know the etiquette."

Etiquette? Xiaoya listened to the old village chief's words, and was completely bewildered. Looking back at Fangling, she also looked confused, but the teacher's expression did not change.

"Our ancestors have lived and multiplied on this land. How can your Rat Tail Love Academy manage it as it pleases?" Seeing Xiaoya's look, the old village chief could only sigh in his heart that the outside world was really in chaos, and then he pointed it out directly.

Now Xiaoya understood. That was the case. Due to the long-term lack of control, this place was actually no different from being independent. The previous Ten Thousand Demons Palace had never sent anyone to manage this place, and they didn't care about this small place. So when the council had the ability and determination to manage this place, these villagers would naturally rebel.

The last time Fang Ling came here, she was probably driven away by the villagers because she revealed that she was an outside staff member who wanted to bring this place under management.

Xiaoya was at her wit's end. She couldn't send the Red Army to force the villagers to accept her rule at gunpoint, could she? If she did, the villagers would likely be dissatisfied and cause further unrest.

Since the hard approach didn't work, Xiaoya could only try the soft approach: "It's like this, Village Chief, we are here mainly to understand everyone's demands. We will not take away your land."

Hearing this, the expressions of the old village chief and his son eased a little. They were also afraid that outsiders would take away the land passed down from their ancestors. In their minds, land is the foundation of their existence.

"On the contrary, we will allocate funds to improve your lives. Village chief, you should have seen what it looks like outside, right? We will help everyone build houses similar to those outside."

At this point, Xiaoya already felt that things were almost settled. There was no need to use force, but only to use interests to impress these villagers with strong private ownership concepts. Then, under the influence of modern life, some of their conservative old ideas would naturally be slowly abandoned.

However, in order to achieve this, we first need a transportation route to the outside world.

"We will also build a road connecting the inside and the outside, so that everyone can go wherever they want, just like people outside."

That was about it. Xiaoya listed a series of benefits, but she didn't notice that the old village chief in front of her frowned and then simply stood up.

"Are you done? The village doesn't need outsiders like you interfering. Leave now! Dalang, show us out."

The old village chief walked into the inner room, while his son immediately drove Xiaoya and the others away: "Go away, hurry up and leave! We are still repairing the road. What do you little kids know? If you anger the mountain god, you will be in trouble."

Xiaoya and the others were driven out of the house by the village chief's son, and the three of them stood in the yard looking at each other.

"Mountain God?"

It was Fang Ling who broke the silence first. No one in the Spartacus group believed in these things, and now suddenly such a thing came out of the mouth of the village chief's son...

"Maybe it's the belief of the local villagers. But they are a fishing village, why would they believe in mountain gods? It would be more reasonable to believe in sea gods, river gods, etc." The teacher guessed that if this was the case, then things would be deadlocked again. In order to build the fishing village, there must be a transportation route to transport building materials and the like.

Now that road transportation has been abandoned because of this mountain god, do they have to go by sea?

Xiaoya thought about it and rejected the idea of ​​sea transportation. There is not even a proper port here, so how can a large ship dock there? Sea transportation is not possible either, so air transportation is the only option.

But using helicopters to airlift the building materials in little by little... Xiaoya thinks Anna will tear her to pieces when she sees the expense bill.

"Well, let's talk about these things tomorrow. Let's find a place to stay for the night."

For a moment, Xiaoya couldn't think of any good solution, and it was obvious that the old village chief would not see them again in the short term. So, now it was already past nine o'clock, and they had to find a place to spend the night quickly.

"Ah, I know that. This way."

Fangling turned on the flashlight and walked towards the beach with the teacher and Xiaoya.

The village is some distance from the seaside, but it doesn't take long. After walking for just over ten minutes, they arrived at the seaside. There is a dock for the villagers here. The dock is made of wood. The wooden fishing boats here are tied to the dock with ropes. They are called fishing boats, but in fact they are just sampans.

There is a mast on the fishing boat, which shows that the villagers do not rely solely on manpower to row when going out to sea to fish. There is a strong fishy smell on the boat. Maybe a few fish were left on the boat during a fishing trip and it became smelly.

Of course, Fangling didn't mean to spend the night directly in these fishing boats. There was a small wooden house next to the dock. The door was half-open and there was no one inside. No one knew what it was used for. Xiaoya guessed that maybe there used to be people who were specifically responsible for looking after the dock and would live here.

The wooden house was empty, with no furniture. There was some straw on the ground, but no matter what, it could at least block the sea breeze for them, and sleeping on straw was better than sleeping on the ground.

After packing her backpack, Xiaoya lay down on the dry straw. This was also a new experience for her, but Xiaoya didn't care about these things. She was just thinking about how to convince the villagers.

Even if the old village chief opposed them, there must be villagers who supported them, right? Xiaoya didn't believe that among the more than 500 villagers, there were no people who yearned for life outside. Ancient books also said that mass work should start with the active members among the masses, and then these active members would lead the rest of the masses.

Now, the activists Xiaoya is looking for in the village are the villagers who yearn to live outside.

Born from the flames of war: Is there any hidden plot in the 20th tumor?

The next morning, the three of them simply washed up and began to visit the villagers door to door. However, the results were not smooth. The villagers were conservative and did not have a good face towards outsiders like them. Many villagers even closed their doors when they saw they were outsiders.

"What's wrong with these villagers? Why are they so stubborn and won't give in?"

Fang Ling sat helplessly on a pile of dirt by the roadside. The current situation was more difficult than she had expected. These villagers had formed a conservative group that was exclusive and stick together, and they had no idea how to do mass work.

"Comrade Chairman, what should we do next?"

Fang Ling turned to look at Xiao Ya, who was also sitting on the mound, lost in thought. Xiao Ya simply spread her hands and said, "I don't know. But speaking of which, none of the villagers went out to sea today. Logically, with such good weather, it should be a good time to go out to sea."

Xiaoya covered her eyes with her hands and then looked up. The sun was high in the sky, there were few clouds, and the weather was not too hot. It should have been a good time to go out to sea, but none of the villagers went to the beach. Only a few people went to the fields to tend to the crops.

"Is it because the catch is already big enough?" Fang Ling guessed.

"No, there is no such thing as too much catch. Look, those villagers will even make the fish into dried fish, so that they can be stored for a long time." The teacher denied Fang Ling's guess. For these villagers, fish is an important source of food and currency, and they also have ways to store them for a long time. So in fact, no matter how much fish the villagers catch, they will not complain.

So what was the reason that made the villagers give up going out to sea? Xiaoya pondered. Looking at the map, this fishing village was across the sea from Yotoura Village, a famous shrimp production area in Kivotos. Both villages shared a high-quality fishing ground, and there was no sign of fishery resources being depleted.

"It's because of the Sea God."

Xiaoya was thinking, and then was interrupted by a voice. She turned around and saw a dog-headed man wearing a straw hat and black and white stripes. He looked very similar to the old village chief and the village chief's son. Xiaoya showed a puzzled expression. She did not know this villager.

"I'm the village chief's second son, just call me Jiro."

The dog-headed man introduced himself like this. Judging from the hoe he was carrying, he should be going to the fields.

"Well, Mr. Jiro, what do you mean by sea god?" Xiaoya was puzzled. Yesterday, a mountain god came, and today, a sea god? How many gods are there in this small place?

Fangling and the teacher also looked at Jiro. In fact, they had seen Jiro a long time ago, but they didn't expect Jiro to come up and talk to them. After all, most villagers would avoid them when they saw them.

"The Sea God is a formidable being. He is mighty and ruthless. Once enraged, he can capsize any fishing boat. If you encounter the Sea God's wrath, the only way to appease him is to sacrifice all your catch."

Jiro talked incessantly, like a bard, but Xiaoya and the others were even more confused after listening to him.

"So, Mr. Jiro, has anyone seen the sea god?" Xiaoya was a little skeptical. She thought that the villagers might have mistaken the whale for a sea god. After all, the whale was huge and could indeed overturn the villagers' sampans. Moreover, the villagers dumped their catch into the sea. Maybe if they fed the whale enough, it would leave on its own.

Seeing the outsiders' disbelief, Jiro became excited: "I, I have seen the Sea God! The Sea God is black, with a hard shell, and it can use its power to blow reefs to pieces! The Sea God is merciful and spared my life..."

Jiro said this, but the three people in front of him still looked suspicious. He immediately became angry: "Don't believe me? If you don't believe me, I'll take you out to sea to see the Sea God!"