Alternate Dimension Game: Happiness is all that matters!
Chapter 408 - 293: Dreaming of the Mountain and Sea Realm

Chapter 408: Chapter 293: Dreaming of the Mountain and Sea Realm

"They’re currently relying on clan laws and a few old men with some prestige to resolve conflicts and disputes, but that’s not a long-term solution. Many outsiders don’t recognize the authority of these old men. They dare to cause trouble and might even resort to armed fights."

The decline in public security is serious, and this is the very issue that’s giving Old Wang the biggest headache.

Bad lands breed tough people, the refugees from the Mountain and Sea Realm could really break their heads over a bite to eat, and for a source of water, they could take lives!

In just one month, the population had surged past 2,000—could it not be in chaos?

If in the future, it crossed ten thousand, or even a hundred thousand? The chaos would be even more severe, something Old Wang didn’t dare to imagine.

Soon, someone named "Eternal Donkey" spoke, "To manage outside, we must first manage inside. I suggest solving the food issue once and for all by transporting some agricultural machinery in! Then send a legal professional in to enact corresponding laws!"

Another person said, "That’s not quite right. Earth’s laws transferred to an otherworldly place would be nothing but empty words if they can’t be enforced. We should send in an experienced village chief, a chief is the best person to mediate disputes. That’s how it is in our village."

When discussing the topic of Qingshi Town, these people spoke as if they were old schoolmasters, using flowery language.

"That’s not quite right either. I think we should send in a company of Special Soldiers along with the corresponding Equipment. Only by controlling absolute force can Qingshi Town be as stable as Taishan."

"Relying on militia is not as good as depending on our own Special Soldiers, who are absolutely loyal and have higher combat capabilities."

"That’s not quite right either. Special Soldiers can’t engage in production and can’t expand productive capacity. We should transport some teachers in to teach the people to read. Isn’t it said that most of these refugees have families? Teach the children to read, give the parents something to look forward to, and social order will naturally stabilize over time. Without education, just relying on the elites transferred in, the town’s development is too slow."

Then someone said, "Sending teachers is useless! You need to show the farmers tangible benefits before they’ll send their children to school."

"Otherwise, they’d rather have the kids work the fields than send them to school. Even here on Earth, there are parents who would rather have their children work than study, let alone in a starving otherworldly place. Don’t apply Earth’s common sense there, otherwise, your novel will just collapse!"

The debate in the group was extremely heated!

And they went on and on with lengthy discourses.

Seeing Wang Hao lost in thought, to play such a hardcore Game, to crowdsource a novel, he’d have to play the Game well.

Do these people really have that much free time, not needing to work, debating here?

But... keyboard politics, indeed everyone has their own ideas.

He indeed had plans to establish an "academic hall," but that was a plan for the long haul; he could only proceed when he had ample resources at hand. For now, the cost-benefit ratio really wasn’t great.

With everyone’s contributions, the fire burns high; soon, Old Wang grasped the key points: agricultural machinery was essential, otherwise those fallow fields would remain fallow, just for show!

Fertilizers were also needed and could significantly increase grain yield.

This year, he had to create a scene of exceptionally great harvest! He must!

"Without a great harvest, without grain, with lifelines in others’ hands, everything else is pointless."

Of course, there’s something equally important—military!

Without military, Qingshi Town was just a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered. Any sort of disaster, natural or man-made, could wipe it out in one fell swoop.

With military power, they could establish an institution of force; so-called criminals could easily be suppressed.

"So the next strategy...has pretty much been decided."

"Let’s prioritize development first."

Wang Hao looked at the 17,100 points in his possession, convertible into 171 Power of Illusion, which were reserved for emergencies.

Of course, he was reluctant to use this savings, after all, earning money is hard, spending it is easy.

On the other hand, to crowdsource writing, it had to be hardcore; using the golden finger recklessly just wouldn’t be fun.

"I must update 4,000 words today!" Wang Hao typed these words, pressuring himself, "I will think on it tomorrow."

But unexpectedly, the netizens were insatiable.

"Please, big cousin, you must update 100,000 words. We’ve discussed so much that even plagiarizing casually would give you 100,000 words."

One hundred thousand words?

The people of Great Xia always liked to mediate, to look for a middle ground. For instance, if you say, ’This room is too dark; we need to open a window here,’ everyone would definitely disagree. But if you propose to dismantle the roof, they would come to mediate, willing to open a window.

Wang Hao understood, this guy wanted a daily update of ten thousand words.

But no way!

"You don’t have to give us 100,000 words, but what about Small Moon’s white stocking photo shoot—just send one for us to see, please!"

"Small Moon’s black stocking photo shoot—just send one for us to see, please! Big Uncle-in-Law, I can’t sleep tonight!"

"Small Moon’s bunny girl photo shoot—just send one for us to see, please! Big Uncle-in-Law, I can’t sleep tonight!"

This group was coveting my cousin again!

Old Wang cursed in his heart, "I haven’t even seen any bunny girl schoolmate myself, you’re dreaming!"

He unabashedly closed the QQ group and plunged into writing, filling the room with the "click-clack" of keyboard keys.

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Mountain and Sea Realm, Qingshi Town.

Li Qingshan held a wooden Token in his hand and a backpack on his shoulders, his heart surging with emotion.

He carefully looked at the two characters "Kunlun" on the token, written with robust and powerful strokes, clearly penned by a calligraphy master.

"This world’s Supernatural System..."