Chapter 111 1 Small Step

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If he hadn't experienced it himself, had seen it with his own eyes, even with Gao Cecil's memory, Gao would probably have a hard time understanding why the world was mired in the quagmire of Ming's regression. , instead showing signs of rigidity and retreat.

A research manuscript, four masters before and after, decades of accumulation, research, and summarization, produced results that are enough to shake the world pattern, but almost destroyed in the hands of the old-fashioned powerhouses of this era, Jenny and her predecessors It may be a rare talent, but their encounters are not uncommon in this world.

There is such a typical example: in the land of a noble, a serf suddenly thought of a good way to manage the land, or found a problem with the tax collector, and he decided to tell his lord what he found, then the result would be What?

Many people think that the serf will be punished for meddling with the lord's property or slandering the tax collector, but this is often not the case - because they can't get to the lord, and they can't speak their minds at all.

The punishment they face is often another thing - how dare you step on a noble's courtyard with your bare feet that have stepped on horse dung!

What if he was wearing shoes?

Then they would also be dragged away by the guards - you have shoes? ! Where did you steal it!

Obviously, from the beginning to the end, no one cared what the serf found, and no one knew what he really wanted to say. As a serf, he was not convicted for his words, but for his breathing.

Serfs were not eligible to be convicted for speaking out.

It's a social ecology that is incomprehensible to people from modern Ming society, it's absurd, stupid, weird, pathetic -- but true.

Did Jenny and Laches' research pay off? Of course, although those superficial and primitive theories have not been sorted out, there will still be situations that cannot explain real phenomena, and even major practical errors will occur, but at least most of the time, those formulas are valid, otherwise Jenny will not Possibility to become a fourth-level talisman: As a talisman with only apprentice-level spellcasting ability, she can only rely on the formulas and logic summed up by three generations of seniors.

Is Jenny's mentor really stupid? Of course not, at least in terms of intelligence, it is impossible for a great magician to be stupid, and a stupid person cannot master complex spell models and talisman calculations, so the great magician must be a person with high intelligence.

What caused the final tragedy was neither that there was a problem with the notebook, nor that Jenny's "mentor" was really stupid enough to not see the value of the notebook, but that the latter never paid attention to the notebook at all,

He didn't even pay attention to Jenny, he only paid attention to his slaves doing things beyond the norm, like the story of the nobleman who whipped the serf for stepping into the courtyard with bare feet.

Walking high on the road, his mind kept thinking, he found that the situation was exactly as he expected: the world has come to the time for change, both technological and ideological breakthroughs have accumulated a lot, in a small number of low-class Group, this kind of change is happening, and has even happened - they are quietly produced and silently ended. The inability to change the group makes those things that should be epoch-making unable to spread at all. The so-called change of the times is also It's impossible to talk about, and that's the crux of the world.

But the situation, as he expected, did not make him happy.

God knows how many more geniuses like Jenny are being crushed in that stale quagmire, buried, wasted, sacrificed, like Laches!

And before his plan comes true and completely changes the status quo, how many people will not wait for the day when they see the dawn?

He returned to his tent with a slightly heavy heart, and as soon as he entered, he saw the little maid Betty squatting beside his desk: the little girl should have just finished cleaning here, and her clothes looked dusty, but she didn't I didn't feel anything, I just squatted on the ground quietly, and used that twig to sketch on the ground to practice writing.

It wasn't until Gao approached that Betty woke up. She looked up and hurriedly got up: "Master!"

Looking at this innocent-looking girl, Gao Mo Ming felt that his depressed mood slowly eased, and he gently pressed Betty's hair: "Didn't I give you a set? Why are you still writing with branches here? ?"

Betty blinked her eyes, as if she was a little shy: "I can't write well, I always make mistakes, and I'm worried about wasting ink and paper. I want to practice on the ground first, and then use ink when I can write the letters correctly. Japanese paper..."

Gao opened his mouth a little unexpectedly. He wanted to tell the other party that although the territory could not produce paper and ink, it was actually not short of money at all. After the dock on the bank of the Baishui River was built, it was much more convenient to purchase things from Tanzania Town, but I wanted to. After thinking about it, he just smiled and shook his head. He also found a small wooden stick and squatted beside Betty.

"You're holding the pen wrong - although writing on the ground with a stick is not the same as writing with a pen on paper, if you want to write well, you have to practice holding the pen first."

As he spoke, he held Betty's hand in a virtual way, and guided the little girl to hold the "pen" in her hand in the correct way and write letters on the ground.

"Don't work too hard. Writing is not the same as working. You can't write with great strength, but you will tremble with too much strength."

"It doesn't matter if you write slowly, you are just learning, take your time."

Betty was engrossed in her studies, her eyes were shining, this little maid, who had always been known for her clumsy and reckless image, was now serious as if she had changed her mind. She was so devoted that even the tip of her nose was oozing with tiny sweat. The beads didn't even bother to wipe.

Gao let go of his hand and watched the little girl slowly spell the letters 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 and looked at Gao with shining eyes: "It's done."

Gao looked at the little girl's bright eyes: "Do you like it here?"

"Well," Betty nodded vigorously, then thought about it again, and nodded vigorously, "I like it."

"why?"

"Because everyone is a good person, Miss Rebecca is, so is Mrs. Hetty, and you, Master, and Miss Amber, and Knight Philip and Knight Byron, and everyone who works outside, Mr. Gordon, Mr. Hammer, Norris..." Betty said while clasping her fingers, as if she wanted to repeat everyone who she could remember the name of, and finally she couldn't count, and she stopped, "Everyone. It's all good, and everyone loves the place."

"Does everyone like it too?"

"Yeah! Everyone said it when they finished chatting, saying that the master is... how to say it, he is a powerful and upright noble master. As long as the promises made will be fulfilled, he can protect everyone on the battlefield, and The most important thing is to keep everyone well fed.”

Gao did not follow suit.

The territory's food is not yet self-sufficient. Now, whether food, meat or other non-staple food is actually purchased from Tanzania Town, the cost is the old money in the mountain treasure house, but for those civilians who only expect to have enough to eat. , they don't think it makes any difference.

According to Norris, as long as the frost moon is reached, the first batch of fast-growing crops can be harvested quickly under the ripening of Druid spells, and the food in the territory will not be a problem at that time.

Feeding everyone is enough to gain loyalty in this era.

Betty didn't hear Gao's reply, but she didn't care either, because she had already lowered her head and started to practice writing. Looking at the little girl with a devoted face, Gao suddenly asked seriously, "Betty, do you want to learn? ?"

The little maid didn't react at once: "Learn? What?"

"Reading and writing, computing, history, and maybe even... a talisman and magic circle," Gao said slowly, "a talisman and magic that ordinary people can learn, trust me, there will be."

Betty thought about it carefully and lowered her head: "I can't learn, they say I'm stupid."

"Then do you want to learn?"

"...Yes, but who's going to cook?"

"You can study when you are free, such as two hours before going to bed at night," Gao laughed. "If you want to study, there will always be time."

This time, Betty only nodded.

However, the two did not continue on this topic, because it was time to prepare dinner soon. Betty, the cook, heard the sound of the copper bell ringing outside, so she quickly got up and put away her twigs and followed Gao Ju He bowed and ran out quickly.

It wasn't until Betty disappeared outside the tent curtain that Gao tilted his head slightly and said to the tent pillar that seemed to be empty: "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 against the pillar of the tent with a deep surprise on her face: "How did you find me? How long have you found me?"

"I saw it when you just leaned against a pillar and secretly made faces at me," Gao gave the half-elf a sullen look, "I know you are very confident in your stealth skills, but you don't turn on shadows during the day. It's a bit insulting to my IQ to be standing less than three meters away from me, right? Do you think the knight's perception ability is poor?"

"Cut, I thought you were completely concentrating on teaching that little girl to write, and you didn't even notice this." Amber pouted, muttered, and then sat on the desk beside him with a flick of his body, and then sat down. There, he didn't say a word, just stared straight at Gao, and after a while, the latter was covered in hair.

"What are you looking at?" Gao couldn't help but ask, "Is there something in my face?"

"You're such a weird... noble." Amber suddenly said out of nowhere.

"what?"

"It's nothing," the half-elf lady waved her hand, "I'm fine, you said before that everyone should be able to read and count... So you're not joking?"

"Why are you joking?" Gao laughed. "Not only is it not joking, but I want you to call Heidi and Rebecca now, and I want to talk to them about it."