The thirty or so people who can be translators are super happy, cheering.

But there are more than one hundred refugees left. They haven't got a job yet and don't know what to do.

These more than one hundred people listened to their companions getting such a good job, and they were too envious and hated, but they couldn't be a translator. How can it be done? I want to do such a good job. I really want to do it. I want to stretch my hands out of my throat to grab this job, but what if I can’t catch the swelling?

A group of people had to look at Robb pitifully!

Robb's brain is also swollen. Ask them to dig for mines. They can't bear to move stones to build houses. They can't bear to build roads and bridges. They still can't bear the heart. What can these hunger and scrawny people do?

After thinking about it, that’s all. Just as Miss Queen was clamoring for chocolate, but the cocoa beans from the tribes nearby were all harvested and couldn’t get it for a while, so let’s just plant the world’s first cocoa bean plantation. Leave more than two hundred refugees to help manage the plantation, responsible for harvesting, picking, selecting, drying beans, crushing, making cocoa powder and other messy things. As long as there are corresponding machines, these are not very heavy. They should be able to do manual labor.

Robb said loudly to the remaining one hundred people, "Don't worry, I have already figured out what I want you to do, cough! You can be my cocoa plantation workers."

He had just said this sentence, and the thirty translators beside him spoke in unison, and at the same time helped to translate it, all in a mess.

Robb: "Hey, what are you doing?"

The thirty-something people said together: "Let's start doing translation work now."

Robb: "..."

This is very unreasonable.

Robb said in an unpleasant manner: "It's all gone, Kangte, you take all these translators to various departments in the town, and each place that needs a translator is matched with one."

Conte smiled and nodded, and then he addressed the young, good-looking female translator: "You stay here as a dedicated translator for Godafather." Then he said to the other people: "You all follow I come."

Robb shook his head secretly: Even Kang Te has learned badly! Translators must deliberately leave me young and beautiful. But forget it, I also like young and beautiful female translators, only male ghosts.

He turned to the refugees again: "You first go to the north of the town and turn a field out. I will plant a cocoa tree there. Then you will be responsible for taking care of my cocoa tree. As for your wages...20 less than the translation. Jin potatoes, that's it."

The refugees calculated carefully and found that there are 20 catties less and 80 catties of potatoes. It is more than enough for one person to eat for a month. There are more to be exchanged for other things, and there is a large roll of cloth to make clothes. , This job is still much more comfortable than I used to plan food in the tribe.

A group of people were grateful to Dade and hurriedly worshipped Robb again and again.

After the worship, they quickly want to go to work, just like the group of people who can’t wait to translate, they want to start work quickly, quickly reap the rewards, maybe this is the simplest way of thinking.

Several westerly fighters took the refugees to get tools and told them to go to the north of the town to prepare the ground.

Robb didn’t care about it. He returned to his chapel and lay down. After resting for less than twenty minutes, he saw a west wind fighter running back and whispered in his ear: "Godafather, those The thin guy seems to be unable to make a piece of land."

"Oh?" Robbkey said: "What's the matter?"

The West Wind Warrior said: "Outside the town is a large jungle, full of hundred-year-old trees, intertwined and complicated. The refugees are too weak to deal with the jungle with tools."

Robb: "..."

That's it, save the people to the end, and send the Buddha to the west.

Robb hurriedly brought the new female translator to the north gate of the town.

Sure enough, as soon as he arrived, he saw a large group of refugees struggling to chop down trees. Each of these people was weaker than the other, and they were shaking with axe. Wherever they could cut a tree, they would go down with an axe for a hundred years. The tree only broke a little bark.

It is too difficult for these guys to clear out a plantation.

"Stop!" Robb said loudly, "Get behind me."

These refugees are very obedient. Probably the long-term colonial life has made them very obedient. When Robb shouted and translated, those people immediately ran behind Robb obediently and stood neatly.

Robb said: "Opening up wasteland was originally your job, and it was your salary in exchange. This is what you should do. However, because of some special reasons, I will help you lay a foundation this time. It won't work in the future. Oh."

The refugees couldn't understand what he meant, and they couldn't help but look dumbfounded.

At this moment, Robb suddenly waved forward: "Wind Blade Technique!"

Two very wide wind blades flew out from his hand, like two huge sickles, sweeping across the jungle in front of them, making a splash. The big trees hundreds of meters in front of them were all cut off from their roots. Crouch down.

Refugees: "Wow!"

A group of construction workers in Westwind Town who had been prepared for a while ran up from behind, picked up the big tree and ran, laughed and said, "Godafather, we will use these timbers to build houses."

Robb waited for them to remove the tree, only a lot of stumps were left in front of him, and then he cast the spell again: "Earth Splitting!"

He controlled the power and only allowed the Earth Splitting Technique to wreak havoc on the surface soil. Soon, all the ground in a radius of several hundred meters was turned loose, and many tree stumps and roots were turned up.

A businessman who had been prepared rushed over again and asked his entourage to carry away the stump and roots: "We will transport these things back to the Gran Kingdom and sell them to the carving artists."

Then, there was only a piece of land that was turned over.

Robb turned his head and said to a group of dumbfounded refugees: "You guys turn this land up and down, so I can plant cocoa, do you understand?"

The refugees now look at Robb's eyes, which can be called "awe", and they hurriedly bowed down and bowed their heads. Some even knelt down and said, "We will definitely work hard."

The next day, all the land for the planting circle was ready. The refugees, no, they should be called the workers of the plantation now. They also surrounded the plantation with a low fence to prevent wild animals from coming in.

Robb now took the seeds of the cacao tree (cocoa beans that have not been sun-dried, etc.), planted them nest by nest, poured some water, then looked up at the sky, noted the time, and laughed. : "At this time tomorrow, you are really starting to work."