Chapter 282 The Birth of a Saint (pseudo) (2 more)

   McDonald turned around and saw Veresa coming back.

   "Veresa, am I handsome?"

At this time, Veresa had silver hair scattered behind her shoulders, and the intense 'conversation' with her second sister made her sweat a lot, causing a few messy strands of hair to stick to her face, and one strand slanted across her forehead The eyes made her already decent face a bit more mysterious. Below the hair, half of the eyes were full at this time, and the water was about to overflow.

   "Hmm." It was a mosquito humming sound.

  Mai someone swears that Veresa's face is something he has never seen before.

  Her silver hair always gave people a subconsciously mysterious and glamorous feeling. At this moment, she was like ice turning into water. She was so charming that he was amazed and even a little excited.

   "I just heard that you have set [Christmas]?" Veresa said softly.

"Um."

   "Does it mean the birth of a saint?"

   As if there was an illusory thunder that hit McDonald's head hard.

  Fuck!

   Play off!

  My lord, I have been poisoned by foreign festivals for so long that I almost forgot, where did the 'Holy' come from in this world of Azeroth! ?

  For a moment, McDonald felt like a fool: "This is actually..."

   "It's okay, we all understand!"

  Wait, what do you understand?

   McDonald's had no idea what this "Labor Law" had brought him.

   At this moment, in the office of the Prime Minister of the Right Palace, Alleria and Lor'themar are sitting opposite each other, and in front of them is McDonald's new labor law.

   Alleria smiled bitterly: "I'm still thinking, what kind of saint was born this Christmas? Azeroth has always only had Winter Veil."

  The Winter Veil Festival starts on December 16 every year and ends on January 2 next year, lasting about 17 days.

  Lor'themar rubbed every common font on the labor law with admiration in his eyes.

"On the basis of this labor law, the lord has to call himself a [Saint], at least I agree. Alas, it's ridiculous, more than 600,000 refugees have piled up in the western part of Stratholme, and I, Barthelas, and others Internal affairs officer, I can't figure out how to solve it. After the return of the lord, a piece of "Labor Law" has solved this precarious situation. I must admit that I am not as good as him - whether it is courage or wisdom. "

  Alleria: "How?"

"There are too many refugees! Refugees can't be relieved by giving food. They need houses to shelter from the cold, firewood for heating, food and drinking water, these are the most basic needs of life. I have checked the kingdom of Lordaeron. In the past, in the event of natural disasters, lords and local officials were able to provide food to help refugees, which has been called Renjun.”

   Alleria nodded, it’s not bad that the refugees survived, it’s hard to take care of so much.

  Those who died on the way to escape for various reasons will also be attributed to bad life.

  Lor'themar looked up and sighed, and he began to narrate in succession:

"Even if you are a refugee, you have different needs. For example, medical care, clothing needs, diverse food needs, etc. On top of this, there are spiritual needs, such as self-worth recognition. In the face of natural disasters, these Additional needs are often ignored by lords. It's not that they don't want to do it, it's that they can't do it."

"From the beginning to the end of the Second Dark Gate War, I took over this position. I tried my best to open up the territory, develop every mine, and cultivate every land that could be farmed. However, the territory of Stratholme is very important for For a population of more than two million, or almost three million, it is still too small.”

"I tried my best to increase the number of jobs to about 500,000. There is no way, there are only so many resources available in the territory, but I have to feed Storm, Alterac, and most of the refugees from the Kingdom of Lordaeron. . For a year, Batheras was bald."

   Alleria understood: "You have to have a job to earn money, and to have money can you exchange for other necessities of life."

"Yes! The factories in the territory, especially the military factories, are now working 12 hours a day, with two shifts of workers a day. The "Labor Law" of the lord means that at least three shifts of workers are required. All of a sudden, there will be at least 250,000 more labor positions. . This means that at least 1 million people have gained an economic foundation. The lord's vision is too far-reaching, he is not only looking at the current 600,000 refugees, he also sees the crisis of influx of more refugees."

   Alleria took a deep breath.

  250,000 jobs, plus the families behind them, as well as a series of supporting facilities such as houses and clothing.

   It is no exaggeration to give McDonald's the phrase "there are countless living people".

  Everything is beautiful, the only problem is - money!

  It's not the Duke's decision to make a decision, who would dare to do this?

   As far as the garbage productivity of this era is concerned, destroy yourself in minutes.

   But does it matter?

  Not important!

  McDonald took out N boxes of gold coins from the vault as if by a trick. Careful interior officials have found that a lot of money comes from Dalaran, because the coins there have traces of elemental remnants, and even in the dark they emit elemental shimmer.

  God knows what py deals their lord made with Dalaran.

   This is not something the Home Office officer should ask.

  The boss makes the final decision, and the younger brother works.

  On December 24th, a large number of refugees gathered in Darrow County suddenly heard a holy sound.

   "The Duke of Stratholme is back! The Duke announced that the "Labor Law" will be implemented..."

   The above content is incomprehensible to refugees.

   What they understand is that the factories that were not recruiting people before are recruiting people again, not only that, but also reducing the working hours. At the same time, workers still working in the factory were told that their working hours would be reduced, but their wages would not be reduced.

  A large number of refugees were taken away by the supervisors of various factories. Every time a refugee left, they brought a group of people with their families and mouths.

   At the same time, the soldiers of Stratholme who were on the expedition suddenly learned the news of the lord's return. In addition, the [Soldier Expedition Subsidy] appeared for the first time in Azeroth.

   On the 25th, when the news spread all over the territory, all the soldiers and civilians in the territory of Stratholme shouted in unison.

   "St. McDonald's Stratholme!"

   Early in the morning, McDonald, who was about to sleep in, was frightened by the loud cheers and fell off the bed.

   Wearing a nightgown, he walked to the bedroom window. As soon as he opened the window, he was immediately shivered by the cold wind.

  There is a fireplace in his bedroom for heating, and the windows are opened for natural cooling.

   "Lord Lord is out!" Someone shouted, and the cheers of the soldiers and the people immediately increased by an octave, and the voice went straight into the sky.

   "Long Live St. McDonald's—"

   McDonald's was embarrassed.

   Maybe you don’t believe me, but I just want to lose my family quickly. Your benefits are really just incidental!

   "Knock knock!" There was a knock on the door.

"Who?"

   "It's me! Valeera! Are you awake, my lord?"

"What's up?"

   "No, we all discussed it and adopted your design. Today, we will wear special clothes all day long to increase the festive atmosphere."

  Ten minutes later, McDonald looked at the three Windrunner sisters, Liadrin and Valeera, who were all dressed in fiery red flannel coats, tops and mini skirts, and Christmas girl outfits with white stockings...

   Tears flowed down the corners of his mouth unsatisfactorily.

   (end of this chapter)