After the villagers had walked away, Wang Yi took out the 【Chaos Warehouse Blueprint】 from his backpack.
One unit of wood and ten units of gravel were placed together. Wang Yi threw the scroll over, and something magical happened.
The scroll emitted a golden light, the wood and stones disappeared, and the phantom of a small courtyard quickly appeared.
Three breaths later, a small courtyard, about ten meters long and wide, appeared in front of Wang Yi.
That small courtyard was, of course, the Chaos Warehouse. From the outside, it looked like a small temple, with walls, a gate, green bricks and blue tiles. Inside, there was a courtyard, and only one room at the back.
As long as one entered the small courtyard, it was within the Chaos Warehouse's area of effect. One could bring up the Chaos Warehouse's management panel, and storing or retrieving items was but a thought away.
Of course, this was a privilege only Wang Yi, the Chaos Lord, could enjoy.
“Black technology courtyard!”
Wang Yi muttered, then called Man Datou to store the golden roast chicken in the Chaos Warehouse, which only took up one storage slot.
“Time is static inside the Chaos Warehouse storage slots. Food placed inside doesn’t need to worry about spoiling. This is really good!”
Wang Yi muttered.
That night, Wang Yi and Man Datou stayed inside the Chaos Warehouse. Due to limited conditions, they slept on the ground. Fortunately, the temperature was suitable, and they could manage without beds!
The next day, while it was still dimly lit, Wang Yi heard noisy voices outside the warehouse courtyard. He got up to look and saw that the villagers of Shitou Village had arrived.
This was a team of nearly a hundred people, like a group of refugees. Among them were old, frail elders and babbling infants carried on their mothers' backs. These people, with shock and longing in their eyes, knelt directly outside Wang Yi's territory and cried out loudly.
“Great Lord, please give us some food!”
“I'm also from Shitou Village, I also want to eat roast chicken!”
“Give me roast chicken, and I'll do anything!”
“Huh, am I seeing things? How did a small courtyard appear?”
“That must be a temple of the gods!”
“Where are the stones we moved and the firewood we picked yesterday?”
“Could this Lord really be an immortal? He transformed stones and firewood into a temple of the gods?”
“Those roast chickens are gone, all gone overnight…”
The villagers shouted and yelled, creating a noisy scene.
Man Datou yawned and walked out of the warehouse courtyard. Woken up like this, he was not in a good mood. Rubbing his eyes, he asked Wang Yi, “Master, should I beat up these annoying guys!”
Wang Yi shook his head.
In his opinion, playing as a Lord simply involved three steps: survival, development, and expansion.
Now he had roast chicken, guards, a motorcycle, and a warehouse, so survival was basically guaranteed. As for development, that required accumulating resources, which meant he needed labor!
Where would the labor come from?
Wang Yi planned to use golden roast chicken to attract the young and strong laborers from Shitou Village for short-term employment, and when conditions allowed, gradually establish a loyalty-based grading system.
“Datou, I need you to temporarily act as Team Leader of the security, and manage the order!”
Wang Yi pointed forward.
“Yes, Master!”
Man Datou was absolutely loyal and very obedient. He stretched, then walked in front of the villagers and shouted, “What are you all making a fuss about? All of you shut up, stand properly, and await Master's arrangements!”
At this shout, the villagers immediately stopped crying, and one by one, they stood properly, trembling with fear.
Wang Yi cleared his throat. He climbed onto the repeating crossbow tractor and reintroduced himself to the villagers.
A moment later, based on the age and physical condition of these villagers, Wang Yi made a simple classification.
A total of 91 villagers came.
Among them, the old, weak, sick, disabled, and young—those over sixty, under ten, or clearly lacking labor capacity—totaled 12 people.
Then, children and some frail women, 18 people.
The rest were considered normal laborers, totaling 61 people.
Wang Yi saw that Zhang Dashan seemed to have some prestige, so he called him aside and said, “I think you are a good person. From today onwards, you will be the Team Leader of the Shitou Village production team, responsible for leading your village's people to work, and you will report directly to me. I will pay you with roast chicken. Are you willing?”
“I'll be the Team Leader! I'm willing!”
Zhang Dashan's eyes lit up, and he excitedly tried to kneel.
Wang Yi pulled him up and added, “Go tell them that working here is very hard. I don't like lazy or sly people. If found, they will be immediately kicked out! Come find me at noon to collect the roast chicken. I can promise you that if you work hard, you'll have all the roast chicken you can eat! Do you understand?”
“Understood, understood, I understand!”
Zhang Dashan nodded repeatedly.
Goodness, all the roast chicken you can eat! Even immortals probably live like this.
As soon as Zhang Dashan thought of the taste of the roast chicken, he couldn't help but drool.
Wang Yi continued, “Also, the Lord mainly needs people who can work. Old men, old women, and little children should not get involved. Whoever's family they are, they should be taken back!”
“Alright, alright, I'll go arrange it!”
“As for today's tasks…” Wang Yi narrowed his eyes, “There are four. First is cleaning, clearing away the chicken feathers, chicken bones, packaging, and so on from the surroundings. The second is moving stones into the small courtyard, regardless of size, and piling them up centrally. The third is moving wood into the small courtyard; if anyone can cut trees, arrange for them to cut trees! The fourth task is digging wild vegetables, these wild vegetables are useful to me! Did you remember?”
“I remembered!”
Zhang Dashan was very excited. He bowed to Wang Yi and then went to arrange the work.
This man was 33 years old this year, considered a senior villager of Shitou Village, with three generations of his ancestors also from Shitou Village.
He was illiterate, lacked knowledge, and had no skills. The furthest he had ever been was Kaiyuan County, a hundred li away. He was an honest person, and his family of three—his wife Yang Qinggu and son Zhang Xiaohu—lived a relatively fulfilling life in Shitou Village.
Zhang Dashan never expected that he would actually gain the favor of the “Lord” and become the Team Leader of the production team.
He secretly pinched his thigh, grimacing in pain—it wasn't a dream!
“Tiger's mother…”
Zhang Dashan turned to look at his wife, Yang Qinggu, who was picking firewood.
The woman's face was a bit dark, her rough hands breaking a dry branch. She looked up and grinned at him.
Five years ago during the famine, the look in her eyes when she held her crying son, Hu Wa, and put the last half of a bran cake into her own mouth, was similar to now—bright enough to shine into one's heart.
“Tiger's mother, Lord is almost like an immortal. He made me the production Team Leader!”
“This is good news, husband, you must serve the Lord well!”
“Team Leader Zhang!”
Zhang Lengzi, carrying a dung basket, came over and playfully bumped Zhang Dashan's shoulder, “Our Old Zhang family's ancestral grave is emitting green smoke!”
Zhang Dashan suddenly straightened his back and shouted, “Listen up, all of you!”
Everyone stared in unison, even Yang Xiaobao, who was biting his nails, shrank his neck.
“Men, grab your dung baskets and follow me to the north slope, there are many stones there! Don't embarrass me, we must be worthy of the Lord's roast chicken. If you don't carry at least ten baskets by noon, I'll beat your butts until they bloom!”
Zhang Dashan felt that at this moment, he must be very similar to his father-in-law, Yang Wanli, the village chief of Shitou Village. Damn, he had wanted to be this imposing for a long time.