Throne of Vientiane Civilization

This winter is the first winter after the New World was incorporated into the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Exhaling a breath of hot air, the workers who had just finished work gathered in groups of three or five and ran towards the canteen. While running, they discussed what dishes the canteen had tonight, which seemed to be the greatest pleasure on their way.

After entering the canteen, they could clearly feel a lot warmer. The group did not dare to dawdle and quickly took the plates from the side and ran to line up for food.

During this period, the aroma of food constantly stimulated the workers' hungry stomachs, making them wail, but in the slightly noisy canteen, there was an inexplicable peace, which made people feel completely at ease.

Looking at the scene in front of him, a worker who was queuing couldn't help but look dazed.

"What's wrong? Not enough food money at the end of the month?"

The worker next to him saw that something was wrong with him and asked casually.

Facing the concern of his coworkers, the worker quickly came back to his senses and said something with some emotion.

"No, it's not true. I just didn't expect that I could live such a life. Even now, I feel a little unreal. You say, is this a dream?"

As soon as these words came out, many workers around him felt the same way.

Recalling the days of hunger and cold in previous winters, who could have thought that they would have the life they have now?

Nowadays, even in the cold winter, they don't have to worry about food at all, and they also have warm winter clothes.

Isn't this life like a dream?

"It's all thanks to Your Majesty."

His words came from the heart, and the people around him responded one after another, with expressions on their faces, all with a bit of unconcealed respect.

Since taking over the New World, his own achievements, coupled with the appropriate publicity of storytellers and the Propaganda Department, have continuously strengthened and elevated Zhou Xu's image in the hearts of the people here.

It is no exaggeration to say that in the minds of the people here, his existence is like a savior, and it is impossible for anyone to shake it easily.

At the same time, his influence was spreading to another unexpected place...

"At that time, I saw His Majesty in military uniform, riding horses with 300 cavalrymen! The sound of iron hooves shook the earth! With that slogan..."

"The determination to break through the enemy's formation is to die!"

In a tree house in the wood elf village, a group of wood elves were gathered around the stove, listening to the tribe member sitting in the middle telling the heroic deeds of the emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty leading the cavalrymen to defeat the enemy army.

When he went to the Great Zhou as an exchange group, one of his hobbies was listening to stories.

As a member of the Propaganda Department, the storyteller naturally spared no effort to promote their Majesty. He directly wrote a whole set of stories similar to character biographies, and carried out appropriate artistic processing to promote them in various restaurants.

The main purpose is to enhance the image of their Majesty in the minds of the people, thereby enhancing loyalty and winning the hearts of the people.

It is hard to say how the propaganda is going on among the people.

But the propaganda effect here in the wood elves is undoubtedly the best.

I just heard the wood elf talking about Zhou Xu's characters, and he was so familiar with them that he could recite them by heart. Now he was even talking about them with great emotion and was fascinating.

If Zhou Xu knew, he would have to make him the director of the Wood Elves Branch of the Propaganda Department to make it reasonable.

During this period, Locke, who was sitting next to him with a handful of melon seeds, was also in a complicated mood.

First of all, he had to admit that the story was really wonderful. Even he couldn't help but want to know the sequel. He maintained the posture of listening to the book and didn't move his butt for a long time.

But when he thought that this stinky boy didn't know anything about his own affairs, but he knew the deeds of the Great Zhou Emperor like the back of his hand, Locke was a little angry.

However, this incident also reminded him. While the stinky boy's storytelling was temporarily over, Locke coughed twice and walked forward.

"Since everyone is here, I'll take this opportunity to tell you about the history of our wood elves..."

"Hey, the anthracite in the stove is almost burned out. Whose turn is it? Hurry up and carry a bag."

Before Locke finished speaking, one of the wood elves who was watching shouted while fiddling with the anthracite in the stove.

"It's my turn, I'll go now."

At the same time, the other wood elves also stood up one after another.

"I've finished cracking the melon seeds. I'll go get a bag of melon seeds."

"Get some dried fruit too."

"It's finally halftime. I'll go get some water."

"Wait for me, I'll come too."

"No, I have to go find another wool blanket in the closet. I can't stand the cold."

"..."

Looking at the tribesmen who were instantly in a state of disbanding, the veins on Locke's forehead slowly popped up, and he subconsciously grasped his staff.

"Everyone sit down!"

Faced with Locke's sudden anger, the wood elves froze and turned their heads to look over, with a bit of confusion in their eyes, as if they had no idea what was going on.

"When you were listening to the book just now, you were all so active. What's wrong? You don't care about your own affairs at all?!"

Just when Locke was about to give these brats a good scolding.

One of the wood elves raised his hand weakly.

Locke frowned when he saw it.

"What's up?"

"Um, patriarch. The heater is going out. Are you really not going to get coal?"

Hearing this, Locke's eyes swept across the stove.

The weather was getting cold at the moment. After getting used to the heating of the stove, if this went out, his old bones would really not be able to bear it.

In the end, I had no choice but to wave my hands with an unhappy look on my face.

"Go quickly!"

"okay!"

As he spoke, the wood elf quickly disappeared.

Taking this opportunity, the voices of those wood elves who wanted to leave but failed to do so sounded again...

"Clan leader. I really can't hold it in anymore and I'm going to die!!"

"I'm going to die from the cold if I can't find the wool blanket anymore."

"Without melon seeds, I feel so uncomfortable."

"There are also dried fruits..."

"..."

These brats down there all had their own ways of dying, and Locke was so angry that his vision almost went black and he fainted.

"Go, go, go! Get out of here!"

Upon hearing this, the wood elves dispersed in an instant as if they had been granted amnesty.

Faced with this situation, after his emotions calmed down a little, Locke couldn't help but sigh with melancholy.

Then he quickly wrapped himself in a woolen blanket and took small steps all the way to the stove to warm his hands.

"The weather is getting colder and colder. Why didn't you feel this way before? If it continues to be this cold, will you freeze to death?!"

Update sent, thanks to the book friend "You are at a loss for words" for the reward!