Alternate Dimension Game: Happiness is all that matters!
Chapter 405 - 292: Crowdfunding for Book Writing, Incredibly Joyful

Chapter 405: Chapter 292: Crowdfunding for Book Writing, Incredibly Joyful

Over the next month, Qingshi Town entered an era of booming development.

The Game occasionally teleported a batch of supplies or one or two elite experts to guide the local production and construction efforts.

In just one month, the number of Guests who had come to the Mountain and Sea Realm surpassed fifty!

Each one was a top elite in their industry, ranging from advanced machinists to doctors, administrators, researchers, and agricultural scientists guiding the development of agriculture. Fifty people might not seem like many, but it was a vast improvement compared to the desperate times at the beginning.

That afternoon, Pan Hao held a stack of locally produced yellow paper and reported on recent work, "Some refugees have fled here from the north, families with children. After counting, there are 87 people. We’ve temporarily arranged for them to stay in abandoned houses and waived one year’s rent."

Generally speaking, refugees with families tend to be more stable than single men.

"There should still be some pioneering of farmland work, right?"

The people sitting around the table answered, "There’s plenty of wasteland to be cleared, all the way from Qingshi Town to Lake Entrance. But if more refugees arrive, our stored food might not last until the next harvest season."

"We also don’t have enough fertilizer, and who knows if the Game will teleport some over tomorrow?"

"Or maybe it could transport some food?"

"It’s pretty shrewd! It’s not keen on sending consumable items like food unless we’ve completely run out of it. If we’re on the verge of starvation, perhaps it might send some."

"Let’s try to buy some in the city over the next few days. As long as we have money, food can still be purchased..."

In this era, the gap between the rich and the poor was enormous. Most people lived near the subsistence level, while the landlord class hoarded a large amount of food. Even during times of Hunger, the situation was the same—there was food, but it was not distributed fairly.

"I heard what Scholar Ding Zhijing said, the porridge factories in the city sell food, and he has channels to help us buy some at a reasonable price."

"Ah, that scholar has indeed been a great help." When this was mentioned, everyone couldn’t help but sigh in agreement.

"It’s just buying food from the porridge factory."

The porridge factories were places where the Government and charitable organizations provided porridge to relieve the hungry.

Now they were beginning to sell food, the underlying truth of which goes without saying...

Divination Master Jenny said, "There’s no need to be too downhearted, everyone. Didn’t we come here for that... to overthrow this world and create a new order? Whether it’s liberalism or socialism, it’s bound to be much better than the current feudal order."

"Moreover, our own world has its dark and corrupt aspects, doesn’t it..."

Pan Hao shook his head, "There’s no need to overthink it. If the outside world were a utopia, overthrowing it would actually be unsettling for the conscience. As long as we do our own thing, carry out acts of chivalry, wouldn’t that be joyous?"

"We should even be thankful for this opportunity."

"True enough."

Everyone at the meeting felt revitalized, and for good reason. In a place where there is nothing and where everything has to start from scratch, constructing a more advanced civilization on a blank slate stimulates an indescribable sense of achievement.

What Qingshi Town would eventually become was something they would have to create with their own hands!

Those willing to come to the forsaken Mountain and Sea Realm undoubtedly wanted to make a name for themselves, not just to live a life of simple, modest happiness.

If they weren’t willing to endure hardship, why not just stay and be comfortable on Earth?

With so much to do, and compared to the immense workload, everyone was busy and fulfilled, leaving no time to complain about anything.

After the straightforward development meeting concluded, Pan Hao exhaled deeply. As the ostensible "Supreme Commander", he had grown from initial unfamiliarity and frantic busyness to orderly and widely respected—a form of growth...

"Heh, a man in his seventies still talking about growth, how shameless!" Pan Hao mockingly chided himself internally. "The job of a town chief isn’t all that much..."

"Great Witch!"

"Great Witch!"

Several villagers carrying hoes greeted him with smiles, ready to go outside the town to clear fields for farming.

One of the younger men called out, "Great Witch, will we get paid tomorrow? I still need to save some money for a bride."

Pan Hao said, "Wang Dazhuang, how could we possibly owe you your wages? Whether you want food or money is up to you. Go ask around among our fellow townsmen about my reputation!"

"Do your work, and you won’t miss out on your wages."

"Believe, believe, I definitely believe!" the young man said, scratching his head in embarrassment. "But Great Witch, with so many fields to clear, even if we do, we won’t have the hands to plant them. Even landlord Yellow’s good fields aren’t all rented out yet!"

"What’s the use of clearing all this land?"

They spoke with great respect, clearly sincere and unwilling to see the money go to waste. If the cleared fields were left unplanted, they would be overgrown with weeds again by next year.

"Heh, what do you know?" Pan Hao smiled without saying a word, thinking to himself, "Land is productivity! If push comes to shove, I’ll have the turtles do the plowing and farming; they have plenty of strength."

Clearing land in this era was no easy task, and the yield of wasteland was low. Good land produced 200 catties per acre, while wasteland only 50. Who would want that job?