Chapter 820: The first cocoa ntation


    More than thirty people who could serve as trantors were ecstatic and cheered.


    However, there were still over a hundred refugees who hadn''t found employment yet and didn''t know what to do.


    These hundred-plus individuals listened to theirpanions'' good fortune and felt envious, jealous, and resentful. They couldn''t work as trantors and didn''t know how to proceed. They desperately wanted such a good job. They were itching to grab hold of the opportunity, but what could they do if they couldn''t?


    They looked at Robb with pitiful eyes.


    Robb''s head was also aching. He couldn''t bear to have them work in mining, stone construction, or road building. These malnourished people, what could they do?


    After much consideration, Robb thought to himself, [ Well, Miss Queen was just talking about wanting to eat chocte, but the cocoa beans from the neighboring tribes have all been collected and are currently unavable. Why not establish the world''s first cocoa bean ntation? I can keep these two hundred-plus refugees to help manage the ntation, responsible for harvesting, picking, selecting, drying, grinding, and producing cocoa powder, and other misceneous tasks. As long as there are appropriate machines, these tasks won''t be too physically demanding, and they should be able to handle them.]


    Robb shouted loudly to the remaining hundred-plus people, "You don''t need to worry. I have figured out what you can do. Ahem! You will be workers on my cocoa bean ntation."


    As soon as he said these words, the more than thirty trantors next to him all spoke in unison, helping with the trantions. It became a chaotic scene.


    Robb asked, "Hey, what are you all doing?"


    The thirty-plus people replied together, "We are starting our trantion work now."


    Robb said, "..."


    This was unreasonable.


    Angrily, Robb said, "Disperse, all of you. Kante, take these trantors to different departments in the town, assigning one to each ce that requires trantion."


    Kante nodded with a smile and then turned to the young, decent-looking female trantor. He said, "You will stay here as Godfather''s dedicated trantor." Then, he addressed the others, saying, "The rest of you, follow me."


    Robb shook his head inwardly. Even Kante had be corrupt! He intentionally left me with a young, good-looking female trantor. But never mind, I also like young, attractive female trantors. Who wants a male trantor anyway?


    He turned back to the refugees and said, "Go to the north of the town and clear a piece ofnd. I will nt cocoa trees there. From now on, you will be responsible for taking care of my cocoa trees. As for your wages... they will be twenty kilograms of potatoes less than what the trantors receive. That''s settled."


    The refugees calcted carefully and realized that even with twenty kilograms less, they still had eighty kilograms of potatoes. That amount would be more than enough for one person to eat for a month, and they could use the surplus to exchange for other things. Moreover, there was arge roll of fabric that could be used to make clothes. This job was much morefortable than scraping for food in their tribe.


    Grateful and indebted, the group of people quickly bowed down to Robb.


    After finishing their bows, they eagerly wanted to start working, just like the group of trantors who were impatiently discussing earlier. They wanted to get to work quickly and have a bountiful harvest. Perhaps this was the purest way of thinking.


    Several Westwind Warriors took the refugees to get tools and asked them to prepare thend to the north of the town.


    Robb didn''t pay much attention to this matter and returned to lie down in front of his small chapel. After resting for less than twenty minutes, a Westwind Warrior ran back and whispered to him, "Godfather, those weak guys seem incapable of clearing anynd."


    "Oh?" Robb was puzzled. "What happened?"


    The Westwind Warrior said, "There''s arge jungle outside the town, filled with hundred-year-old trees that are tangled andplex. The refugees are too weak, and they can''t handle the jungle even with tools."


    "...," Robb sighed.


    Well, since he already helped them, he had to go all out.


    Robb quickly brought the new female trantor with him to the outskirts of the town''s north gate.


    Sure enough, as soon as he arrived, he saw arge group of refugees struggling to chop down trees. Each person was weaker than thest, and even holding an axe, they were unsteady. They couldn''t effectively cut down the trees. With one swing, the hundred-year-old trees only suffered a small scratch.


    It was too difficult for this group to clear a ntation.


    "Stop!" Robb shouted loudly. "Gather behind me."


    The refugees were quite obedient, perhaps due to their long-term colonial life, which made them highly submissive. When Robb called, and the trantor ryed the message, those people immediately ran to stand behind Robb in an orderly manner.


    Robb said, "Clearing thend was originally your job, something you would exchange your wages for. It''s what you should do. However, due to some special circumstances, I will help youy the foundation this time. But remember, you won''t have my help next time."


    The refugees didn''t understand the meaning of his words and looked bewildered.


    At that moment, Robb suddenly waved his hand forward, "Wind de!"


    Two incredibly wide wind des flew out from his hand, like two enormous scythes, sweeping through the jungle in front of them. With a loud sound, hundreds of meters of trees were cut off from their roots and fell down.


    The refugees eximed, "Wow!"


    A group of prepared Westwind Town construction workers immediately ran up from behind, lifted the trees, andughed, saying, "Godfather, we''ll use these wood to build houses."


    Once they had moved all the trees, leaving behind a pile of tree stumps, Robb cast his spell again, "Fissure!"


    He controlled the power, allowing the fissure spell to wreak havoc only on the surface of thend. Soon, several hundred square meters ofnd were turned over, with many tree stumps and roots being upturned.


    A prepared merchant rushed over and instructed his attendants to carry away the tree stumps and roots, saying, "We''ll transport these things back to the Kingdom of Gran and sell them to the carving artists."


    Then, only a piece of thoroughly turned-overnd remained.


    Robb finally turned around and faced the astonished refugees, saying, "You need to properly cultivate and level thisnd so that I can nt cocoa. Do you understand?"


    The refugees now looked at Robb with a gaze of awe. They quickly bowed, saluted, and some even knelt down and kowtowed, saying, "We will work diligently."


    The next day, thend for the ntation was fully prepared. The refugees, or rather, the workers of the ntation, surrounded it with a fence and low walls to prevent wild animals from entering.


    Robb then took cocoa seeds (uncured cocoa beans) and nted them one by one in pits, watered them, looked up at the sky, noted the time, and smiled, saying, "Tomorrow at this time, your real work will begin."


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