Robb walked up to the Mayan refugees and looked at the group carefully. It was obvious that there were no strong men in this group, probably because the strong men were slaughtered in the beginning. Because in the structure of the Maya tribe, the strong and strong men are equal to the eagle warriors. When the Norma conquer this Maya tribe, they will inevitably kill the eagle warriors, and the wizards are also killed, and the rest are here. All are just old people, women, and children.

Moreover, these old and weak women and children are all scrawny and veiled. Obviously, the Norma never feed them enough, and are enslaving them to death.

For people with this physical quality, the Norma can comfortably let them do hard work, digging mines, repairing roads, building bridges, and carrying goods, even if they are exhausted.

But Robb couldn't do the same thing, his heart was not so dark.

So what should these people do?

If heavy physical labor is not enough, then you can only light physical labor, but the mining town is a waste of time. Now the main job vacancies are mining, building houses, and repairing roads. They are all heavy physical labor, and there is no light at all. . How to deal with this?

Robb frowned, it was inconvenient to operate. He was a kind person from the bottom of his heart. He could not see the old and weak women and children suffer, so he had to bite the bullet to solve the matter.

Forget it, let's talk nonsense first, and think while talking.

Robb said to the refugees: "Ah! Listen well, everyone, your home has been destroyed by the Norma, and now you definitely can't go back. Even if you reluctantly go home to live in the ruins, you will be promised again. The horse is in danger of being caught. Therefore, you can only stay with me for the time being."

Before the interpreter could speak, the refugees nodded together. Some even said in English: "Yes, you are right, please take me in."

Robb was surprised to find that some of these guys could understand what I said, and some of them could speak English. It seems that the people of the Norma Kingdom have been colonized for a few years, making them all understand English.

Robb couldn't help being amused. He just didn't know how to use these people, now he has! There is only one translator in his hand now, that is, the little sea merchant. His translation task is too heavy. Not only does he need to help Robb and the patriarch communicate with each other, he also needs to help Sofa and the eagle fighters. Draw a map. If the workers and the foreman at the mine have anything to communicate, he will run around.

This little translator is going to be exhausted!

And now, among this large group of refugees, at least dozens of translators can be selected.

He couldn't help laughing: "Now, I ask those of you who know white people, can speak white people, and at least those who can communicate with white people on a daily basis, stand up."

When the refugees heard this, they surged slightly, seeming a little scared, but in the end more than 30 people stood up. One of them was a young brown-skinned woman who looked pretty good, with good facial features, but she was too tall. Thin, skin and bones, she didn't know how long she was hungry, she opened the mouth and said to Robb with an English wash: "My lord, what do you want us to do?"

"Your white man speaks very well." Robach said: "What did you do before?"

The woman whispered: "I used to do housework for the white master in the colony to the south."

No wonder, this is the same as the Filipino maid, who often needs to communicate with the host's family, and learning languages ​​is naturally fast.

Robb said to these thirty-something people: "From now on, you will come to us as translators. You will need several translators in all walks of life... you will all be useful."

As soon as he uttered these words, all Mayan refugees showed horrified expressions on their faces. The eagle warriors who came with the team even lifted their spears...

Robb reacted quickly to the thieves, and immediately understood that these people thought they were going to enslave them like the Norma.

He hurriedly said: "Don't get excited, the job I said is not the same as the job the Norma people want you to do."

The young woman said vigilantly: "What does that mean?"

Robb beckoned to a Gada eagle warrior who was working for him next to him, and said, "Tell these people about your salary."

The eagle warrior walked over triumphantly and smiled at the refugees: "I work for Godafather. My job is to help his map production team lead the way, be a tour guide, and be a sentry! Let me tell you. I can get one hundred catties of potatoes, two catties of sugar, and a large roll of cloth every month, hahaha."

The refugees do not understand what sugar is, but they know what potatoes are. Potatoes are the crops they also have here. They know how many potatoes are in a hundred catties. Several people have expressions of envy, envy and hatred on their faces. As for the cloth, it is even more powerful. The Maya's textile level is still quite low, and they can only make very low-end linen, but even low-end linen is very valuable here.

The eagle warrior in front of him can get 100 catties of potatoes and a large roll of cloth after working for a month.

A group of people even have red eyes...

Several people even cried. They worked for the Norma in the colony. Not only were they unpaid, they were also beaten every day. They didn’t have enough food to eat, and they didn’t wear warm clothes. If the white master was a little unhappy, he beat people around. Killing people indiscriminately makes them live in fear every day. Now I heard that there can be such treatment here, it is really the difference between heaven and underground.

Robb said, "Don't get excited. The eagle warrior's salary is high because he is doing high-risk work. You helped me to do the translation. The work is much easier, and it's not so dangerous, so the pay is less. "

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the 30-odd people went down again. Fighting fighters get high income. This is common sense in primitive tribes. Because of the productive structure of primitive society, the status of fighters is determined to be the supremacy of the fighters. They are hunting. At that time, the soldiers took the best part of the prey, and only the worst part was left for non-combatants.

It is normal for non-combatants to not have enough food...

However, their faces had only dimmed when they heard Robb say: "Well, in your remuneration, the two catties of sugar are gone, only potatoes and cloth."

Everyone: "Huh?"

What an unexpected surprise!

This is called!

The thirty or so refugees who were booked to be translators cheered, chanting with all kinds of weird words that Robb couldn’t understand, not knowing which strange **** or ancestor they were thanking, anyway, there was a mess of thanks. Many others bowed down to Robb.