If he hadn’t personally experienced and seen it with his own eyes, even with the memory of Gawain Cecil, it would be difficult for Gawain to understand why the world is stuck in the quagmire of civilizational regression and why after so many years , civilization has not recovered at all, but has shown signs of rigidity and retreat.
A research manuscript, four owners before and after, decades of accumulation, study, and summary, produced results that were enough to shake up the world structure, but it was almost destroyed in the hands of the outdated and strong men of this era. Jenny and her predecessors may be rare talents, but their experiences are not uncommon in this world.
There is a typical example: on a noble's land, a serf suddenly thought of a good way to manage the land, or discovered a problem with the tax collector, and he decided to tell the My own lord, what will be the result?
Many people would think that the serf would be punished for getting involved in the lord's property or slandering the tax collector, but in fact this was often not the case - because they could not get to the lord or speak out. When you have your own thoughts.
The punishment they face is often another thing - how dare you step on the courtyard of the nobles with your bare feet that have been stepped on horse manure!
What if he was wearing shoes?
Then they will also be dragged away by the guards - you actually have shoes? ! Where did you steal it?
Obviously, no one cared about what the serf found from the beginning to the end, and no one knew what he really wanted to say. As a serf, he was not guilty for his words, but for his breathing. And convicted.
The serfs were not yet qualified to be punished for their words.
This is a social ecology that is difficult for people from modern civilized societies to understand. It is absurd, stupid, weird, and sad—but true.
Has Jenny and Ravencase’s research produced any real results? Of course, although those crude and primitive theories have not yet been sorted out, and there will still be situations where they cannot explain real phenomena, and may even produce major practical errors, at least most of the time, those formulas are valid, otherwise Jenny would not be able to explain them. Possibility of becoming a fourth-level rune master: As a rune master with only apprentice-level spellcasting ability, all she can rely on are the formulas and logic summed up by three generations of predecessors.
Is Jenny’s mentor really stupid? Of course not, at least intellectually, a great magician cannot be stupid. Stupid people cannot master complex spell models and rune calculations, so the great magician must be a person with high intelligence.
What led to the final tragedy was neither that there was something wrong with the notebook, nor that Jenny’s “mentor” was so stupid that he could not see the value of the notebook, but that the latter did not pay attention to the notebook at all. Notes, he didn't even pay attention to Jenny, he only paid attention to his slaves doing things that exceeded the rules, just like the noble in the story who whipped the serfs for stepping barefoot into the courtyard.
As Gawain walked on the road, his thoughts kept going, and he found that the situation was indeed as he expected: this worldThe time has come for change to take place. Breakthroughs, both technical and ideological, have been accumulated. Among a small number of lower-class groups, this change is taking place, or even has already taken place - they quietly It was created and then ended quietly. The inability of the reform group resulted in the inability of those things that were supposed to be epoch-making to spread upwards. The so-called changing of the era was impossible to talk about, and this is the crux of the world.
But the situation was as he expected, but it didn't make him happy.
God knows how many geniuses like Jenny are being pressed into the quagmire of staleness, being buried, wasted, and sacrificed, just like Ravencase!
And before his plan comes true and completely changes this situation, how many people will not be able to wait until the day dawns?
He returned to his tent with a slightly heavy heart. As soon as he entered, he saw the little maid Betty squatting next to his desk: the little girl must have just finished cleaning the place, clothes It looked dusty, but she didn't notice it at all. She just squatted on the ground quietly and used the small branch to draw outlines on the ground to practice writing.
Betty didn’t wake up until Gawain approached. She looked up and stood up in a hurry: "Master!"
Looking at this innocent little girl, Gawain Inexplicably, he felt that his somewhat depressed mood was slowly relaxing. He gently pressed Betty's hair: "Didn't I give you a set of stationery? Why are you still writing on branches here?"
Betty blinked. He closed his eyes and seemed a little shy: "I... can't write well. I always make mistakes and worry about wasting ink and paper. I want to practice on the ground first, and then use ink and paper when I can write the letters correctly. ..."
Gawain opened his mouth in surprise. He originally wanted to tell the other party that although the territory cannot produce paper and ink yet, it is actually not short of money at all. After the wharf on the Baishui River is built, it will come from Tanzania. It was much easier to buy things in town than before, but after thinking about it, he just smiled and shook his head, found a small wooden stick from the side, and squatted down next to Betty.
“You are holding the pen wrongly - although writing on the ground with a stick is different from writing on paper with a pen, if you want to write well, you still have to practice holding the pen first. ."
As he spoke, he held Betty's hand and guided the little girl to hold the "pen" in her hand in the correct way and write letters one by one on the ground.
"Don't use too much force. Writing is different from working. You don't have to be strong to write well. If you use too much force, you will tremble."
"It doesn't matter if you write slowly. You have just learned, take your time."
Betty was concentrating on learning, her eyes sparkling. This little maid, who had always been known for her clumsy and reckless image, seemed to be a serious person at this moment. , she was so involved that she didn't even bother to wipe the small beads of sweat on the tip of her nose.
Gawain let go of his hand and watched the little girl slowly spelling out the letters.She wrote it completely, and wrote a few slightly crooked words on the ground: "Betty... likes... here."
Finally wrote a complete sentence, the little girl looked very happy, she raised her head At the beginning, Gawain looked at Gawain with shining eyes: "It's finished."
Gawain looked at the little girl's shining eyes: "Do you like it here very much?"
"Yeah," Betty nodded vigorously, then thought again, and nodded vigorously, "I like it."
"Why?"
"Because everyone is a good person, Miss Rebecca, Mrs. Hetty, and you, Miss Amber, and Knight Philip and Knight Byron, and everyone working outside, Mr. Gordon, Mr. Hammer, Norris ..." Betty clapped her fingers as she spoke, as if she wanted to name everyone whose name she could remember. Finally, she couldn't count them, so she stopped, "Everyone is very nice, and everyone is also nice. Everyone likes this place."
"Does everyone like it too?"
"Well! Everyone said when we finished the work that the master is...what? It sounds like he is a powerful and upright noble man. He will definitely fulfill his promises, and he can go to the battlefield to protect everyone, and most importantly, he can keep everyone fed. ”
< p>Gawain did not continue.The territory is not yet self-sufficient in food. Nowadays, whether it is food, meat or other non-staple food, it is actually purchased from Tanzanian Town, spending money from the mountain treasure house, but for those who only expect to be able to For civilians who have enough to eat, they don't feel there is any difference.
According to Norris, as long as you wait until the Frost Moon, the first batch of fast-growing crops can be harvested quickly under the ripening of druid spells. By then, food in the territory will not be a problem.
Keeping everyone well fed is enough to gain loyalty in this era.
Betty didn’t hear Gawain’s reply, but she didn’t care, because she had lowered her head again and started practicing writing. Looking at the devoted little girl, Gawain suddenly asked seriously One sentence: "Betty, do you want to go to school?"
The little maid didn't react at once: "Go to school? What to study?"
"Reading and writing, calculation, history, and even some Maybe... runes and magic circles," Gawain said slowly. "Ordinary people can also learn runes and magic. Trust me, there will be some."
Betty thought about it carefully. Lowered his head: "I can't learn, they say I'm stupid."
"Then do you want to learn?"
"...I think, but who will cook? "
"You can learn it when you have free time, such as two hours before going to bed at night," Gawain laughed. "As long as you want to learn, there will always be time."< /p>
This time, Betty could only nod.
However, the two of them did not continue on this topic, because it was soon time to prepare dinner.Suddenly, as a cook, Betty heard the sound of a bell ringing outside. She quickly got up and collected her twigs, bowed to Gawain, and ran out quickly.
It wasn't until Betty's figure disappeared outside the tent curtain that Gawain turned his head slightly and said to the seemingly empty tent pillar: "Come out, how long do you plan to stay there?"
The air there twisted slightly, and Amber's figure emerged out of thin air. She leaned on the pillar of the tent, with a look of surprise on her face: "How did you find me? You found me "How long has it been?"
"I've seen it since you were leaning against the pillar and secretly making faces at me," Gawain rolled his eyes at the half-elf angrily, "I know you are treating me badly. I’m very confident in my stealth skills, but standing so carelessly less than three meters away from me in broad daylight is a bit insulting to my intelligence, don’t you think the knight’s perception is poor?”
"Tch, I thought you were completely focused on teaching that little girl to write and wouldn't notice this at all." Amber curled her lips and muttered, then she swayed and sat next to Gawain. On the desk, he sat there without saying a word, just looking straight at Gawain, and after a while, the latter was covered in hair.
"What are you looking at?" Gawain couldn't help but ask, "Is there something on my face?"
"You are really a strange... noble." Amber was clueless. A sentence suddenly came out.
"Huh?"
"Nothing," the half-elf lady waved her hand, "I'm just curious. You said before that everyone should be able to read and count...it turns out you were not joking. "Yes?"
"Why are you joking?" Gawain laughed, "Not only are you not joking, but I want you to call Hetty and Rebecca now, and I want to talk to them. Talk about this."