Chapter 483: Chapter 483 - 301: Mary Arrives in Red Tide City (2)

More importantly, to find order again on the chaotic land.Of course, this is not just pure charity.In Louis's plan, all refugees would be thoroughly documented, including names, original places of residence, relatives, health conditions, etc., all registered and managed categorically.Women and children would be given priority in being assigned to wind- and snow-proof log cabins and receive food supplied uniformly, while young and strong individuals would be directly arranged to join construction teams.They would go on to build city walls, pave roads, and set up domed houses.If someone originally had skills, such as a blacksmith, carpenter, pharmacist, or leather worker, they would be prioritized to be placed into workshops or the military supply system, exchanging their skills for food and shelter, achieving self-sufficiency.This "work for survival" system not only avoided security risks but also allowed Red Tide Territory to quickly absorb the manpower that was desperately needed.Thus, on the post-disaster ruins of the Northern Territory, Red Tide Territory created order in another way.And for these refugees who came all the way, this kind of order was almost an incredible gift.War and famine push humanity to the limit.For half a piece of moldy hard bread, brothers would draw knives, a mother would leave the last bite for her child and starve to death herself, yet without the mother, the child wouldn't survive long either.They have seen such scenes too many times in their escape. They've experienced the coldest refusals and the cruellest expulsions.So, when they intermittently heard a rumor during their escape: "There's a city taking people in the Southeast."At that time, almost no one dared to believe it was true, that there could be such a paradise in the Northern Territory.Until they truly reached the gates of Red Tide Territory, and saw the steaming porridge in the clay pot brought by soldiers, officials under the wooden shed looked up and gently asked their names, and children were wrapped in clean cotton blankets.Only then did they realize for the first time that they were not abandoned by this land.Some elderly broke into tears on the spot, kneeling repeatedly on the snowy ground, their voices hoarse.Young fathers, eyes red, kept their faces covered tightly, not daring to let the tears fall.More children, cupping warm clay pots in their hands, cheeks reddened by the cold, yet smiles trembling at the corners of their mouths.On this barren land where even the wind and snow carry despair,It's like a blazing flame.In the deep winter night, tearing through the darkness, illuminating a path for survival.A formation of Red Tide Knights stood in formation, the sound of neat hooves and light clinking of iron armor resounding.At the front, an elder in a dark robe stepped forward slowly.He was neatly dressed, his silver-white hair combed meticulously, although traces of age etched his brow, they couldn't conceal his steadiness and authority.He was none other than Bradley.Once a barely noticed steward in the Calvin Clan, now the true second-in-command of Red Tide Territory's internal affairs.Though he still insisted on calling himself "Lord Louis's steward."Bradley gave a slight bow, his warm yet clear voice reaching everyone's ears: "Everyone, it's been a hard journey. Lord Louis has ordered me to personally welcome you all, please rest assured everything has been prepared for your accommodation."At this moment, the initial anxiety and tension in many people's hearts were eased somewhat by the calm words of this old man."These are the officials responsible for welcoming you, they will lead you into the city to settle in," Bradley smiled slightly, gesturing behind him.A few young Red Tide officials quickly stepped forward, saluting the convoy: "Family members will be led by me next.