The incident in the Kande Territory has finally come to an end, and it seems to be the last wave in this troubled year - with the advent of the foggy moon, everything in the southern realm has gone into hibernation as the temperature drops. This troubled year The troubled place finally calmed down.
But the vigorous construction of Cecil Land has just begun. With the rapid improvement of various basic machinery and equipment and various types of factories, a large number of new people who have poured into this land find themselves in this cold place. There is actually a lot of work to do in winter - of course, they are not only greeted by winter work, but also hot meals provided in the factory canteen, winter clothes specially customized for workers, and charcoal subsidies for every household.
For the poor people who in previous years could only survive at home with a little food stored in the winter, counting the food in the baskets to calculate how long it would take for the winter to end, this was an unimaginable blessing. Compared with life, the newly added workload is nothing to mention.
According to Gao Wen, the development of the territory will not really be on the right track until the winter construction plan is successfully launched.
A large and sturdy four-wheeled carriage drove on the gravel road, making a creaking sound under the wheels. Withered yellow leaves were scattered on both sides of the road, and only branches were left everywhere in sight. The bleak scene of fallen maples and giant trees inevitably makes travelers feel depressed, but there is only a warm strength in Joan's heart.
Before the severest frost came, she and her brother found the last settlement in the mountain forest.
She stood on the leading carriage, stood up and looked at the entire convoy behind her. Seven carriages carried forty-six homeless people with sallow faces, and the drivers were all wearing strange enchanted clothes. Powerful warriors with armor and magic weapons, these Cecil combat soldiers strictly abide by the orders of the lord and take it as their duty to protect her and her brother and the refugees in the convoy under any circumstances, no matter what they encounter on the road. Regardless of whether they were wild beasts or robbers, these soldiers did not harm a single civilian - and on weekdays, soldiers had never bullied civilians.
This surprised her at first, but now she has become accustomed to it.
This is truly an incredible force, and what they are going to is an even more incredible place.
She never believed that any noble would sincerely protect civilians, and she never thought that homeless people could get free help in a strange land. But the last thing she expected was I actually act as a "messenger" and "representative" to promote and realize this process. In the past few dozen days, she and her brother had traveled through the mountains and wilderness north of the Baishui River and south of the Kande Territory. They and several other groups acted at the same time, and found each person under the guard of the powerful Cecil soldiers. The process of going to a refugee settlement that was on the verge of extinction and then bringing those folks who were struggling on the line of life and death to a safe place was like a dream.
Joan looked at the last carriage. Tom stood up from the carriage and was rushing towardsHe watched her swing her arms vigorously and wave the flag in her hand to make a weird gesture that represented "everything is normal" - that gesture was his own creation, and he also created a lot of "remote commands" with different meanings, using He clearly enjoyed and took great pride in waving flags and lights to convey messages among the ranks.
The words "doing work for the lord" seemed to greatly encourage his usually cowardly brother. Even without any substantive position or letter of appointment, Tom was more than ten times more energetic than before. Joan once thought that Tom's too reckless behavior might offend the accompanying soldiers, but now the result is that the "semaphore" and "lantern language" invented by Tom have reached the ears of the lord, and the lord praised him greatly. He even standardized those orders and taught them to the soldiers in the territory...
Joan responded to Tom's signal with a smile, then turned around and continued to look forward.
You can already see the smoke and the watchtower of the territory.
The refugees on the carriage also noticed the changes ahead. Some people inevitably became nervous. Some people got up from the straw and torn cotton wool and looked at the soldiers standing guard on the tower in the distance. Some people were uneasy. Looking at Qiong, she asked: "Miss Qiong, can we really... settle there?"
A daughter of an Orion would be respectfully and nervously called "Miss" by civilians, which made Qiong feel... Quite strange, she quickly shook her head with a smile: "Don't call me that, I am a commoner like you. Don't worry, the hard days are over. The territory of Duke Cecil is ahead, and we will be there." Everyone will settle down there."
The carriage passed the bridge, and the huge copper bell was ringing. The sound of "dangdang" pierced the air, and the sentry shouted from the tower. The cry that often sounds these days: "New arrival!"
The homeless people huddled in straw and cotton wool woke up, one by one lying on the carriage. On the guardrail, they saw the tall gate opening in front of them, and the carriage drove onto an avenue paved with bricks and strange "rocks". Rows of brand-new houses spread out at the end of the avenue, and smoke drifted into the sky. The carriage drove on the third road. Take an intersection and drive to the east side, heading towards a river beach square.
"New-Ding-in-arrival!"
Once again, the powerful voice of soldiers blasted in the air, and the carriages of refugees entered the square with this call, and a row of A wooden shed stood on the edge of the square. The recordkeepers who registered the population and the soldiers who maintained order were already in place. A huge stove was propped up in the center of the square. There was a blazing fire under the stove, and stew was floating out of the big pot. The aroma of cooking food.
A broad-shouldered woman stood by the stove, stirring the chowder in the pot with a long-handled spoon. This nutritious and easy-to-digest soup was the most suitable for hungry people. Food can not only quickly replenish their physical strength, but also prevent their stomachs and intestines, which have become fragile due to long-term starvation, from being damaged.
The moment they saw the food, the forty-six sallow-looking refugees on the seven carriages seemed to feel at ease instantly.
Qiong could feel this sudden sense of relief, because not long ago, she was also one of the people on this carriage who suddenly felt relieved.
On the day when the last batch of refugees arrived safely in the territory, it was also the day when the Gawain family finally left their tents and moved into the new "castle".
With the help of the "alien cement" created by Rebecca, coupled with Hetty's magical assistance and Nicholas Egg's control over metal building materials, the new mansion was completed much faster than Gawain expected. Construction, a brand new three-story mansion is located on the open space near the original camp - no lord's castle in history has been completed so quickly. This should naturally be attributed to the building materials developed by Rebecca, but Gawain I think the more important reason is that he did not insist on building a castle with natural boulders like those traditional nobles, and he had to build the castle on a mountain.
It is much easier to build a large house with bricks on flat land than to build a castle with stones on the top of a mountain.
Gawain knew that the architectural requirements of traditional castles were to defend against enemies. Rather than being some kind of residence, it would be more appropriate to describe them as "military fortresses", but he did not intend to build a castle in Cecil. He wanted to build a castle like that - firstly, it was a waste of people and money, secondly, he couldn't get used to living in a cold and stiff stone house, and thirdly, he didn't need it.
In the event of an emergency, the ancient facility in the mountain is definitely much stronger and more reliable than any contemporary castle.
This three-story house should be the most luxurious large-scale building in the territory currently, but if it were placed in the aristocratic mansion of the same era, I am afraid it can only be described as "simple and over-the-top". Wen's personal design made it get rid of the luxurious but uncomfortable shortcomings of traditional aristocratic houses. Its entire structure was arranged with pragmatic and useful goals. When Gawain finally moved into the spacious, bright and walled study, he suddenly I feel that the design I have racked my brains on before is all worth it.
Although there are no ornately carved marble window sills, no sparkling crystal sculptures, no painted domes and exquisite columns in the style of the northern countries, he does have two magic laboratories and a mechanical workshop. And there's this beautiful big study in front of us - this study has walls!
Amber also wandered around the study. The half-elf lady seemed to be more satisfied with the house than Gawain. She checked the locks on each door and everything in the study. cabinets and drawers, and finally she opened the window facing the "Central Square", looked down at the courtyard below, and admired from the bottom of her heart: "I can finally climb in through the window..."
"Go to the next door." Gawain raised his head from the book and glanced at the half-elf. "Remember to go through the door."
"Hey, I was just kidding. Why are you so serious?" Amber wandered to Gawain's desk, "But then again,You are really weird. I was wondering if you wanted to build a gorgeous fortress or palace after living in a tent for so long, but in the end you just built a place like this? "
"Building a palace on a territory with a total population of only a few thousand? Gawain smiled, "I haven't been extravagant to this extent." "
"I just heard the noise over at the Hetan Square. It should be that the last batch of refugees have finally arrived," Amber's ears twitched, "You can feel at ease this time... By the way... What are you looking down at? "
Gawain raised his hand and raised the big book with a hard cover and a gilded title that he had been reading since just now: "A book that is quite popular in the central and southern regions. , it is said that 70% of readers are noble ladies and young ladies. "
Amber's expression instantly became strange: "What is Madam's favorite book? You actually like to see this kind of thing... Damn? ! "
She turned into an exclamation before she finished her sentence, because the title of the book was really eye-catching: "The Romance of Gawain Cecil - The Story of Heroes and Princesses"
Then the half-elf lady's expression became even weirder: "What...your hobby..."
"What hobby? I am researching my own biography." ," Gawain sighed, "Of course it's really an accident to see this kind of thing..."
Gawain sighed even deeper in his heart: Seven hundred years later, when he lifted up the coffin, he saw himself This achievement really cannot be replicated.
Hu Huo immediately came over and said, "Hey, let me see, let me see... you actually have this kind of thing." Where is the story going? Those people who wrote books are really... tsk tsk..."
"People generally believe that arranging a lot of romantic affairs for ancient heroes is a kind of praise and gold. After all, those people are dead. I won't jump out to point out mistakes and cause trouble for them, and most of the heroes who are favored are happy to do this - when they thought this way, they definitely didn't expect that I would crawl out," Gawain curled his lips, "I still admire it a little Theirs, I have lived for a total of thirty-five years and have been married to one wife in my entire life. They were able to arrange more than eighty confidantes in my thirty-five years of intense life. How did they fit into this fucking list? Go? ”
“I’m scolding my mother, I’m cursing my mother, hey! "
"Hey, your uncle! Go get Pittman! "
Amber was suddenly shocked: "Is this book his? That old man is not serious..."
"It's not his," Gawain glanced at Amber, "I want to ask him what kind of race the 'Sirens' mentioned in this book are - —This is the only one of several biographies that mentions my experience at sea, but in that experience it mentioned a species that was completely unknown to me! ”