According to Quan Hao's plan, the first phase of refugees was mainly to recuperate. In the first few days of their visit to the island, he did not arrange too much physical work. The girls cooked and cleaned, the boys and women caught fish and fruits, and the men were responsible for carrying drinking water and firewood from the mountains. Everyone's tasks were very easy, and it only took three or four hours a day. As for the remaining time, most of them were resting in the first three days. Gradually, their bodies recovered and no one was in charge. Some people began to wander aimlessly on the island.

Quan Hao felt that it was almost the same. Thirty-seven refugees consumed more than 20 kilograms of rice every day, which was only fifty yuan to convert into soft girl coins. It seemed that it wasn't much, but Quan Hao had already devoted himself to another world and was forced to quit his work, losing his source of income on the earth. All the supplies for the refugees came from his meager savings. He could not always support them, and in the end the refugees were able to support themselves.

On the ninth night of the refugee's visit, Quan Hao gathered everyone together and asked everyone how to arrange their future life? He planned to open a piece of land on the island to grow grain and ask if anyone had planted the fields. During this period, he had been learning the language of the refugees and could already express some simple meanings in a stumble manner. But he still couldn't master the more complicated words. Fortunately, he found a helper. After several days of getting along, he found that Old Man Xianlin had a strong understanding ability. Often, he had already understood it before he could explain it clearly. And the old man also had a skill, knowing how to draw. Although the drawing was not very real, it was at least easier to understand than gestures. So when he needed to say something to everyone, the old man often appeared as an assistant.

Xianlin passed his words down, causing a stir among the crowd. After several days of getting along, the refugees had figured out Quan Hao's temper. As long as he did not bully the weak in front of him and knew to line up according to the rules, he was a very easy person to get along with, and he would discuss with them if he had anything to do. He never bullyed others with power, and would not force them to be a cow or a horse.

In fact, for almost all of them, the days after they arrived at the island were unprecedentedly relaxed. There was no need to worry about what to eat next meal, no longer get up early and work late every day, no beating and scolding all the time, and no need to worry about traveling. Such a day is simply not changed to a god. If possible, no one would not want such a day to continue forever.

It is human nature to seek profit and avoid harm. Since you can live well with just a small amount of things, the refugees are not eager to cultivate the fields. Although the land is the lifeblood of the ancients, farming is also hard to work. There is no shortage of food on the island, so why are you still digging food in the soil? Some people inevitably have similar ideas. But after all, the life-saving benefactor is asking questions, so they don’t answer. After a while, they talked in the forest for a while, and reported to Quanhao with a look of embarrassment. Everyone felt that it was not time to farm, so they wanted to build a few thatched huts and settle their place.

This is not unreasonable. The refugees have been sleeping in the open since they came to the island, and there is no shelter on the huge beach. It is fine on sunny days, but it feels uncomfortable when it is windy and rainy. The problem of residence really needs to be solved urgently.

Xianlin was waiting for his opinion aside. After Quan Hao considered it, he asked him to reply to the refugees. He did not object to building a hut, but he had to put the reclaiming of the fields on the agenda. His grain reserves were limited and it was impossible for everyone to always provide food and drink. If you want to survive on the island for a long time, you can only rely on your own hands.

After Xianlin retelled this, it caused even greater disgust. As for food, refugees had always been eating it. When a box of rice was empty, Quan Hao would use magic to carry out another box from the mysterious cellar. He never mentioned how much food was stored on the island, nor did he allow others to approach the cellar. This is of course. Almost every night, Quan Hao would quietly return to the earth, both to rest and to replenish the rice inventory. In the past few days, the grain in the cellar has not only not decreased, but has increased by more than 300 kilograms. Such a strange thing must not be known to others.

But now it seems that his mysterious behavior is not necessarily a good thing. The refugees did not feel the pressure of food with their own eyes and did not seem to have any sense of urgency.

Refugees - mainly adult men's groups - were still hesitating. They said that they were the overall opinions of the refugees, but in fact, they were always speaking several men. Quan Hao occasionally summoned everyone to discuss matters. Although women were never absent, they often just lowered their heads, with ears and mouths, and seemed to be used to being represented. As for children, they had no right to speak.

Quan Hao was a little unhappy. He thought that with his life-saving grace and providing food every day to exchange for the refugees' efforts, it was agreed at the beginning. He proposed to farm without selfishness, so he had long-term plans. Do these people plan to eat and drink for free? Unfortunately, his native language is too bad, otherwise he really wanted to ask them what they thought.

It seemed as if he had a heart-to-heart relationship. Xianlin's expression changed when he was discussing with everyone. He changed his tone of discussion before and rebuked him loudly. He didn't know whether he was warning them to be lazy or blamed them for being ungrateful. Then he spoke earnestly and shrunk his head and mind with a pause.

This was exactly what Quan Hao wanted. Seeing everyone being timid under Xianlin's scolding, he was mostly displeased. Xianlin's assistant did a good job, and everyone was convinced that he would have lost a lot of trouble. It would be great if there were more smart people like him among the refugees. The little girl had a clever spirit, but unfortunately she was too young to convince the public. Besides, she was a little braver.

In fact, he didn't know that the reason why the refugees respect Xianlin was mostly due to his face.

The men were scolded by the crowd, and they also found it boring. After whispering, they finally nodded in agreement. However, they raised a new question: There is not much land suitable for cultivation on the island. If you directly open up forests and open up land, it is too much work and there are no tools to take advantage of it. It is best to find a land with sparse trees. However, exploring the Southern Peninsula requires manpower and time.
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