books44 Chapter 212 [Empire] What do you want to do?
Chapter 212 [Empire] What do you want to do?
The educational method of Qin Annan and his wife is actually quite effective. For example, when it comes to learning to raise exotic animals, you don't have to really learn anything, just go for it. In order to understand it, you will learn it naturally.
In terms of life, they also have their own way of raising children, for example, providing them with all the necessities of life, but not anything beyond the necessities, and neither is money.
As a result, after being here for so long, Bai Zhi can only barely wear my relatively large-sized clothes. The reason is very simple. This planet has its own circulating currency, which cannot be paid with interstellar coins, and I simply don’t have the money to buy it now.
However, the couple strongly encouraged their children to earn an income. In Lin Rong's words, food, clothing, housing, transportation, and education would be provided for them, and beyond that, they had to figure it out on their own. Even that pink slime was Qin Annan's "exceptional favor" to me.
I felt that Bai Zhi might leave me soon. I couldn't possibly be completely without clothes. I decided to work at a large farm and earn some currency from this planet to buy clothes.
The farm was enormous, its natural log buildings, a unique style for this planet, visible from every angle. The dirt road beneath my feet was still a gentle, damp road, carrying the fragrance of earth. Along the road lay many young migrant workers like me, quietly waiting to be assigned work. Each face held a different expression: anticipation, anxiety, curiosity, and, of course, some, like me, expressionless.
We stood there, our gazes flickering across the farm. Occasionally, the cries of exotic beasts emanated from the massive buildings. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting patches of light upon us. I stood among the crowd, gazing at the massive log buildings and the dirt road beneath my feet, but my mood remained calm. Perhaps the daily grind of raising exotic beasts had worn off, or perhaps it was my contractual ability that convinced me I could handle most exotic beast issues.
Soon, a middle-aged man who looked like a supervisor walked out of a huge log building.
His steps were steady, his eyes gentle yet sharp. The moment he appeared, the noisy crowd instantly quieted down. Everyone's eyes were fixed on him, awaiting his instructions. Without further ado, the middle-aged man immediately asked for our IDs.
The middle-aged man looked serious and emphasized again: "I want to see the exotic animal breeder's certificate. Without this certificate, you can't work here." We quickly opened the information on the light computer and displayed the page related to the exotic animal breeder's certificate for him to review.
Those who didn't pass the exam had expressions of disappointment and helplessness on their faces. At the middle-aged man's signal, they turned around and left silently.
Watching the middle-aged man busily directing everyone, I remained calm. Regarding this series of arrangements, I seemed to be exceptionally calm.
The middle-aged man didn't actually check the contents of each person's certificate carefully one by one. He just quickly glanced at the information displayed on the computer and began to let us junior breeders stand separately according to the level of our certificates.
Those holding A-level certificates were arranged to stand together, their faces gleaming with confidence and pride. The A-level group was the largest, and they formed a rather impressive group. Some chatted quietly, while others observed their surroundings with a composed expression, clearly confident in their abilities.
In contrast, the few who held Class B certificates stood out. Standing there, they seemed a bit out of place. Class B certificate holders stood in another area, their expressions slightly cautious, yet they also exuded a unique aura.
As for the C-level students… It's embarrassing to say I was the only one in the C-level class. Standing there alone, the emptiness around me made me stand out. Standing there alone, I felt a little lonely. But I didn't let it bother me. It was simply because I felt I had the ability to solve the problem. Even if I didn't have it right now, I could always learn.
The middle-aged man looked at us, who had been divided into groups, with a look of satisfaction on his face.
The middle-aged man walked steadily up to Group A and looked at them sternly. "You will perform some simple tasks caring for the exotic beasts." His voice was steady and powerful. "This work requires quality control, and payment will be based on the number of counts. If the work is not up to standard, we will refuse payment."
When the people in Group A heard this, they showed different expressions. Most of them were still confident, while a few were dissatisfied with the arrangement or lacked confidence.
The middle-aged man gave them an electronic list, which contained tasks such as feeding, cleaning, observing and recording. It was hard work but relatively simple.
The middle-aged man turned his gaze to the scattered B-level personnel and spoke in a slightly more serious tone, "The B-level work is more complicated. Some of you will assist other healers in treating the exotic beasts. This is no simple task. You will need to carefully observe the symptoms of the exotic beasts, accurately prepare various medicines and tools for the healers, assist the healers in the diagnosis and treatment process, and keep track of the exotic beasts' treatment progress and responses. Others will assist other trainers in directing the exotic beasts in production. This requires you to understand the habits and abilities of different exotic beasts, cooperate with the trainers, convey correct instructions, and ensure the safety and efficiency of the exotic beasts during production. Both tasks have their own degree of difficulty and risk, so I hope you will take them seriously and perform at your best. Okay, choose yourselves. Those who will be treating illnesses will stand on the left, and those who will be producing will stand on the right."
The B-level individuals had varying expressions upon hearing the assignment. But they quickly made their choices and divided into groups. Some frowned slightly, as if considering the difficulty of the upcoming challenge; others' eyes gleamed with eagerness, as if filled with anticipation for the new work.
Upon hearing the assignments for Class B, the A-level personnel had varying reactions. Some expressed relief, feeling that their simple task of caring for the exotic beasts was relatively easy, while others showed a hint of envy.
I still stood aside and watched them, feeling a little embarrassed, but not sure whether I should feel embarrassed at this moment.
The middle-aged man quickly called other staff members to take the people away and take them to their respective workplaces.
At this point, I was the only one left on the field, and the atmosphere was somewhat quiet. The middle-aged man looked at me, thought for a moment, and then asked, "What do you want to do?"