"Dear Fang, Little Mule misses you to death!"
The moment they met, Motorola excitedly hugged Fang Er, patting him on the back.
Fang Er was a little taken aback. What did "misses you to death" mean?
"Clang!"
A wrench slipped from his pocket and hit the stone ground at his feet with a crisp sound.
Motorola instantly realized he had said the wrong thing and quickly corrected himself, "No, no, no, dear Fang, I just said the wrong thing, it's you who misses me to death!"
"Clang!"
Another pair of pliers fell to the ground.
"Oh my god! I think I said it wrong again, dear Fang, it's me who misses you to death!"
Motorola corrected himself once more, finally not mixing up his words.
"Hehehe, brother-in-law, how is it? I've been teaching him to speak our language all this time."
"Moreover, I've never let him out of my sight, not even when he was pooping, I was watching him!"
Seeing Fang Er's expression finally return to normal, Chai Lingwu eagerly stepped forward to claim credit.
"Do you need something from me?"
Fang Er picked up the wrench, tightened the last screw on the stamping machine, refueled the diesel generator, and asked them as he watched.
For some reason, even though he knew Motorola would be of great use later, he could never feel close to him.
Motorola said with a fawning expression.
"Dear Fang, it was I who asked Second Master to bring me here. When can you let me go to the central region?"
"I miss my hometown. I heard it should be a paradise for bison now."
"If you agree, I can treat you to a steak I pan-fried myself!"
Fang Er chuckled and shook his head. He tightened the fuel cap of the diesel generator and handed the crank to Chai Lingwu.
"Come, Second Brother, let's see if your skills have regressed."
"Tsk, who do you think I am? No bragging, with this thing, I can get it started in just three turns!"
Chai Lingwu took the crank, weighed it in his hand, and then bent down.
Without paying attention to whether he was bragging or not, Fang Er simply wanted to slack off. He wiped the oil off his hands with a cloth and looked at Motorola, saying,
"I'm very curious. Putting aside which state your hometown is in, because the result will be the same."
"Except for the Indian tribes, there shouldn't be any other humans living here."
"So, what exactly do you want to do?"
Motorola seemed to have his secrets exposed and suddenly became reserved.
He rubbed his hands back and forth until his palms were a little red, then said somewhat sheepishly,
"Dear Fang, I'll tell you the truth, but please don't get angry!"
"I saw a post before that said in the places where Indians live, there is a bird called the old turtle dove."
"If this bird appears frequently on the dining table, it can activate the latent genes for a man's third development."
"It can make you bigger..."
Fang Er: ...
What the hell, isn't "Indian Old Turtle Dove" the name of a song?
And it has such an effect?
Did you beg Chai Lingwu to bring you on the ship for this?
Just then, he heard Chai Lingwu shout from behind.
"Go!"
Then, the diesel engine roared to life, emitting black smoke.
"Thump thump thump thump thump thump..."
Fang Er took off the walkie-talkie at his waist, pressed the transmit button, and said.
"Ninth Master, send a few trusted men. There's something to do. The location is in the woods southeast of the information registration office."
Soon, Li Xiaogong's reply came from the walkie-talkie.
"Received, arranging immediately."
Seeing that Fang Er was busy with his own affairs, Motorola approached him again and said.
"Dear Fang, what I said just now—"
"No rush, after we settle these immigrants, I'll have someone send you back."
Fang Er said, and then pressed the switch of the stamping machine.
An alloy plate had been placed on it. As the power was connected, with a loud bang, the plate was stamped into a series of coins.
"Holy crap, brother-in-law, are you preparing to make money?"
Chai Lingwu looked at the coins in surprise and asked Fang Er.
"That's right, these are the finished products." Fang Er said, taking out a few coins from his pocket and handing them over.
Chai Lingwu took the coins and examined them in his palm, quickly noticing the difference from ordinary copper coins.
"Huh, there's a portrait on it? Why does it look so similar to the Emperor?"
"Why isn't there a hole in the middle?"
"And it's not copper coins, are these silver coins?"
"Hiss, how many copper coins is one of these silver coins worth?"
He bombarded Fang Er with questions like a curious baby.
But Fang Er did not answer his questions, instead assigning him a task.
"You'll know about this later. Second Brother, if you have nothing else to do, how about gathering the officials you appointed earlier?"
"Hehehe, what's the benefit?" Chai Lingwu stood there nonchalantly, his eyes constantly glancing at the stamping machine.
"Alright, later you can play with this money-making machine for half a day. Is that enough?"
Fang Er pointed to the stamping machine, making a promise to him in exasperation.
"Hahahaha, brother-in-law is so straightforward, it's a happy decision!"
Chai Lingwu was overjoyed. After speaking, he threw Motorola aside and ran off by himself.
Money or not was secondary, it was cool to be able to make money himself!
Half an hour later, he brought back several hundred civilian affairs officials dressed in camouflage uniforms.
After everyone stood in formation, Fang Er walked up to them holding a coin.
"I heard that some people have been restless lately!"
"I told you before, since you are here, you have no possibility of returning to the Great Song."
"I presume you have also heard some things from the supervisory army in the past few days."
"That's right, this is the Great Tang, the Great Tang that in your eyes, should have become history."
After rambling on about the differences between the two worlds and the reasons for their arrival, Fang Er then shifted the topic to the coin in his hand.
"This is a coin, made of seventy percent silver, two and a half percent refined iron, and half a percent celestial iron."
"It weighs about two qian and one fen, and in terms of value, it is equivalent to two hundred copper coins."
"As long as the people you manage are safe and sound, you will receive ten coins each month, which is ten silver coins."
"In the future, I will set up markets here, and you can buy anything with money, of course, provided you have enough money."
"Of course, it's not just you who will receive money. The people under you, as long as they settle down here obediently, will also receive one coin each month."
"Of course, this money is given by the court as a settlement fee, considering your difficulties in settling down, and it will be distributed for one year from the day you register your information."
"In addition to the settlement fee, by following the arrangements of the civilian affairs officials and actively working, you will also receive another monthly salary, the specific amount of which will be adjusted according to the type of work."
"But the minimum will not be less than one coin per month."
"So, within this year, it will be enough for you to re-establish your families!"
His words were no less than a pie falling from the sky for the civilian affairs officials.
One coin was equivalent to two hundred copper coins, meaning they would each receive a salary equivalent to two taels of silver per month!
Although the common people received less, in the Great Song Dynasty, let alone the court giving money every month, it was already considered a prosperous era if they were not extorted by officials in various ways!