After Maxing out all Classes

Chapter 820: The first cocoa plantation

More than thirty people who could serve as translators were ecstatic and cheered.

However, there were still over a hundred refugees who hadn't found employment yet and didn't know what to do.

These hundred-plus individuals listened to their companions' good fortune and felt envious, jealous, and resentful. They couldn't work as translators and didn't know how to proceed. They desperately wanted such a good job. They were itching to grab hold of the opportunity, but what could they do if they couldn't?

They looked at Robb with pitiful eyes.

Robb's head was also aching. He couldn't bear to have them work in mining, stone construction, or road building. These malnourished people, what could they do?
 

 

After much consideration, Robb thought to himself, [ Well, Miss Queen was just talking about wanting to eat chocolate, but the cocoa beans from the neighboring tribes have all been collected and are currently unavailable. Why not establish the world's first cocoa bean plantation? I can keep these two hundred-plus refugees to help manage the plantation, responsible for harvesting, picking, selecting, drying, grinding, and producing cocoa powder, and other miscellaneous tasks. As long as there are appropriate machines, these tasks won't be too physically demanding, and they should be able to handle them.]

Robb shouted loudly to the remaining hundred-plus people, "You don't need to worry. I have figured out what you can do. Ahem! You will become workers on my cocoa bean plantation."

As soon as he said these words, the more than thirty translators next to him all spoke in unison, helping with the translations. It became a chaotic scene.

Robb asked, "Hey, what are you all doing?"

The thirty-plus people replied together, "We are starting our translation work now."
 

 

Robb said, "..."

This was unreasonable.

Angrily, Robb said, "Disperse, all of you. Kante, take these translators to different departments in the town, assigning one to each place that requires translation."

Kante nodded with a smile and then turned to the young, decent-looking female translator. He said, "You will stay here as Godfather's dedicated translator." Then, he addressed the others, saying, "The rest of you, follow me."

Robb shook his head inwardly. Even Kante had become corrupt! He intentionally left me with a young, good-looking female translator. But never mind, I also like young, attractive female translators. Who wants a male translator anyway?
 

 

He turned back to the refugees and said, "Go to the north of the town and clear a piece of land. I will plant cocoa trees there. From now on, you will be responsible for taking care of my cocoa trees. As for your wages... they will be twenty kilograms of potatoes less than what the translators receive. That's settled."

The refugees calculated carefully and realized that even with twenty kilograms less, they still had eighty kilograms of potatoes. That amount would be more than enough for one person to eat for a month, and they could use the surplus to exchange for other things. Moreover, there was a large roll of fabric that could be used to make clothes. This job was much more comfortable than scraping for food in their tribe.

Grateful and indebted, the group of people quickly bowed down to Robb.

After finishing their bows, they eagerly wanted to start working, just like the group of translators who were impatiently discussing earlier. They wanted to get to work quickly and have a bountiful harvest. Perhaps this was the purest way of thinking.

Several Westwind Warriors took the refugees to get tools and asked them to prepare the land to the north of the town.

Robb didn't pay much attention to this matter and returned to lie down in front of his small chapel. After resting for less than twenty minutes, a Westwind Warrior ran back and whispered to him, "Godfather, those weak guys seem incapable of clearing any land."

"Oh?" Robb was puzzled. "What happened?"

The Westwind Warrior said, "There's a large jungle outside the town, filled with hundred-year-old trees that are tangled and complex. The refugees are too weak, and they can't handle the jungle even with tools."

"...," Robb sighed.

Well, since he already helped them, he had to go all out.

Robb quickly brought the new female translator with him to the outskirts of the town's north gate.

Sure enough, as soon as he arrived, he saw a large group of refugees struggling to chop down trees. Each person was weaker than the last, and even holding an axe, they were unsteady. They couldn't effectively cut down the trees. With one swing, the hundred-year-old trees only suffered a small scratch.

It was too difficult for this group to clear a plantation.

"Stop!" Robb shouted loudly. "Gather behind me."

The refugees were quite obedient, perhaps due to their long-term colonial life, which made them highly submissive. When Robb called, and the translator relayed the message, those people immediately ran to stand behind Robb in an orderly manner.

Robb said, "Clearing the land was originally your job, something you would exchange your wages for. It's what you should do. However, due to some special circumstances, I will help you lay the foundation this time. But remember, you won't have my help next time."

The refugees didn't understand the meaning of his words and looked bewildered.

At that moment, Robb suddenly waved his hand forward, "Wind Blade!"

Two incredibly wide wind blades flew out from his hand, like two enormous scythes, sweeping through the jungle in front of them. With a loud sound, hundreds of meters of trees were cut off from their roots and fell down.

The refugees exclaimed, "Wow!"

A group of prepared Westwind Town construction workers immediately ran up from behind, lifted the trees, and laughed, saying, "Godfather, we'll use these wood to build houses."

Once they had moved all the trees, leaving behind a pile of tree stumps, Robb cast his spell again, "Fissure!"

He controlled the power, allowing the fissure spell to wreak havoc only on the surface of the land. Soon, several hundred square meters of land were turned over, with many tree stumps and roots being upturned.

A prepared merchant rushed over and instructed his attendants to carry away the tree stumps and roots, saying, "We'll transport these things back to the Kingdom of Gran and sell them to the carving artists."

Then, only a piece of thoroughly turned-over land remained.

Robb finally turned around and faced the astonished refugees, saying, "You need to properly cultivate and level this land so that I can plant cocoa. Do you understand?"

The refugees now looked at Robb with a gaze of awe. They quickly bowed, saluted, and some even knelt down and kowtowed, saying, "We will work diligently."

The next day, the land for the plantation was fully prepared. The refugees, or rather, the workers of the plantation, surrounded it with a fence and low walls to prevent wild animals from entering.

Robb then took cocoa seeds (uncured cocoa beans) and planted them one by one in pits, watered them, looked up at the sky, noted the time, and smiled, saying, "Tomorrow at this time, your real work will begin."