Sword of Daybreaker

Chapter 671: Harvest Era

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The footsteps of autumn set foot on the land of the Western Continent, and the hot summer has finally ended. It seems that the weather has turned cold overnight.

The sky was just dawn, and the giant sun had not yet shed its rays. The cold breath of the night still wrapped the streets and alleys of Aldernan. A refreshing wind blew along the street, rolling up a few fallen leaves and debris on the corner of the street. The confetti, the wind swirled between the buildings, and then twirled the bells hanging from the windows, making a tinkling sound.

Sam looked up at the ringing bell, glanced at the not-so-bright sky outside, then lowered his head and continued to quickly swallow a breakfast that was not at all delicious—a small bowl of sticky vegetables Soup, soaked in shredded rough bread.

Soaking bread in soup can effectively speed up the speed of eating, at the same time provide a quite effective sense of satiety, and also reduce the gastrointestinal discomfort caused by fast eating.

The daughter sat across from him, also devoured breakfast, and the wife had already left the door a quarter of an hour ago—the owner of the textile factory had once again moved to work earlier, and the female workers must now enter the factory half an hour before sunrise. .

After swallowing the last mouthful of soup, Sam smacked his mouth and yawned deeply.

He was sleepy, his waist and arms hurt so bad, he felt the need to lie down and get a solid sleep for a day or two - but he knew it wasn't realistic.

The dock has mountains of boxes and barrels that need to be moved every day, and he doesn't have a vacation.

The daughter also finished her meal. The girl with flaxen curly hair stood up and neatly cleaned the table. Her wrists were so thin that when picking up the largest plate, people even worried about whether the wrists would break.

Sam couldn't help but glance at his daughter: "Next week eight... We should be able to eat bacon once."

The flaxen-haired girl raised her head and showed a surprised expression after a moment of astonishment. She brushed her hair and opened her eyes wide: "Really? Dad?"

"The station is being repaired in the south of the city. Every day, a lot of things are transported to the nearby wharf, and then loaded and transported to the construction site. I should be able to earn a little more."

The daughter laughed, and there were some pale yellow lines on the bottom of her eyes and the inside of her lips.

Sam noticed the lines, but didn't say anything - they did make his wife and himself nervous when they first appeared a few months ago.

But now that a few months have passed, and my daughter doesn't feel any discomfort in her body, it must not be a big deal.

Time was tight, and the father and daughter didn't have much time to talk after dinner. They quickly packed up their things and left the small rented house.

Another gust of wind blew from the streets and rolled up Sam's collar. He tightened his coat, which would soon look thin this season, and nodded to his daughter, who was about to go in the other direction: "Be safe, it's down at night. Just go home after work and don't stay on the street."

The daughter nodded, held down the floppy hat on her head, and quickly walked to the other direction of the street - at the end of that direction, a towering chimney loomed in the depths of Aldernan's iconic mist. The billowing smoke and dust continued to rise and float into the sky.

She works in a burning rock acid chemical plant. As an underage child, her job is of course not to operate the stove or push the material truck, but to clean the cooled air ducts and recover the burning rock that can be processed again from the waste residue. Fragments - The air ducts are narrow and adults can't get in. This kind of work is done by children, and the wages are very small, but neither physical strength nor skills are required.

Sam kept watching his daughter walk around the far corner before turning his head and walking briskly in the direction of the quayside.

When the cool wind blew, he couldn't help but recall something——

He used to own a piece of land, just outside the city. Although it is not big and not too fertile, it can at least provide food and clothing for the family. For breakfast, there is milk mixed with water and a little sugar, which can be eaten every week. Bacon, but since when did life become like this?

Sam was walking in the wind, and the smell of autumn reminded the former farmer of the sight of the harvest, but the "harvest" had nothing to do with him. The land had become part of Master Durer's cotton plantation, and there were hundreds of serfs working there—serfs were, of course, better off than freemen.

Now Sam can only miss his land, but can't do anything: Master Durer bought the land from him for thirty-seven silver coins, instead of taking it by force, the original contract was clear , with the testimony of Mr. Judge and two councillors in the city, fair and appropriate.

Sam just didn't expect thirty-seven silver coins to be spent so quickly - the house in the city is so expensive, the clothes and food are a lot more expensive than he thought, and he wants to start a small business, but He found that the money was not enough for the next permit... He once thought that he had exchanged the land for a huge sum of money, but he never thought that the "big money" in his eyes was nothing in the world outside the town.

Many people who were dressed like him also walked out of their homes. These figures walked in the dim light of the early morning, in the mist of Aldernan, and walked in the direction of factories, docks, and construction sites.

Sam moved forward, slowly blending into the crowd, becoming one of them.

A newspaper that was discarded by someone unknown was swept up by the wind, flew over Sam's head, and was finally blown by the wind on a nearby fence. The newspaper stretched out, and the bold letters on it were striking and beautiful:

Tribute to this harvest time.

...

"Salute to this harvest era, to our long-sighted His Majesty the Emperor, as well as the diligent council and wise scholars; the accumulation of the empire over the past ten years is like a long hard work, and now it finally bears fruit... It's really wonderful. Sentence, don't you think so, Master Daniel?"

Viscount Hermire sat on his favorite brown-red seat, raised the newspaper in his hand, and looked at the opposite magician with a smile, the most prestigious scholar in the imperial capital.

The soothing scent of incense lingers in this gorgeous and private reception room. The spar installation in the corner of the room is playing soft and soothing court music, and the window not far away is open, but covered with a layer of the window. The shimmer shield filters out the unpleasant smell of smoke and dust in the air, leaving only the fresh, cool morning breeze blowing into the room.

Daniel sat in a relaxed posture on the chair opposite Viscount Hermire, with the artificial nerve cord sticking out from the hem of his clothes, and he stayed honest: "Mr Habier Reston is an excellent grammar master. , but also a well-known poet, even in the years I lived in seclusion, I occasionally heard his verses circulated. His Majesty the Emperor chose this master as the editor-in-chief of the "Imperial", no doubt a wise move ."

"Salute to Your Majesty," Viscount Hermire laughed happily. He took the black tea on the small round table, raised it slightly to replace the fine wine, and then frowned, "The newspaper is really good... It is said that the Anzu Kingdom's The Cecilians first thought of this, but unfortunately, when I first heard the concept, I didn't realize its role, so that a businessman like Polberg who had no taste or heritage became a " The No. 1 investor in the Imperial newspaper... so many members of the noble council now have to pay that merchant to promote their products, what a huge sum of money!"

"There is no end to money, Mr. Viscount," said Daniel lightly. "There is more value in exploring new things than that."

"Ah, you're right," Viscount Hermire quickly restrained the complaint between his eyebrows, as if he was afraid that this "worldly behavior" would make the wise old man in front of him feel disgusted, "I have always been keen to explore new things. , such as the magic energy train that is under construction recently, and I am considering investing in it..."

"Train... Ansulai's technology, but it's really worth investing in," Daniel frowned slightly, as if he was a little unhappy when he talked about some new technology that he couldn't master, but nodded and said, "If you want to invest, you better move fast."

Viscount Hermel tasted the deep meaning of the other party's words: "Is there anyone else competing?"

Daniel nodded slightly: "I have some gossip, don't make any noise. I heard that the nobles in the south are determined to get the qualifications to participate in the two railways under construction. Borrowed a large sum of money from Duke Seven—an amount that would impress His Majesty the Emperor."

Viscount Hemil was stunned for a moment, and suddenly showed anger: "Those vulgar southerners! They want to interfere in everything!!"

"There is no way, my friend," Daniel said calmly, just like a true scholar, calmly analyzing the huge flow of interests, but his heart is not moved by the interests, "The nobles in the south The cotton has already suffered a great loss. There are new plantations everywhere in the north. The cotton they planted last year has not been sold this year. Now the Cecilians have come to build the railway again. If they can't seize this opportunity, they really won't be able to turn around."

"The railway...the railway...the railway can't fall into the hands of those southerners!" Viscount Hemel is a very smart person, and because he is keen to explore new things, he has always been very knowledgeable about cutting-edge and trendy things, and naturally understands their respective "They really want to control the railway in the north-south direction, even if they only get a certain priority within the scope of His Majesty's permission, then the transportation of this line can be decided by them! His Majesty the Emperor will not be here. This kind of thing favors the North!"

"Yeah, they will solve the problem of transportation inconvenience by then, which is the biggest reason why Southern Cotton lost in the competition last year," Daniel helped analyze, "After the problem of transportation cost is solved or reduced...you You know, Mr. Viscount, because of the climate and soil, the cotton in the south is indeed better than the north in terms of quality and yield, and the plantations in the north can't compete at all."

"In the name of the god of business! I just put a lot of money into Count Durer's plantation! I also called several friends!" Viscount Hermire couldn't help raising his voice, his noble demeanor It was almost broken, "God, how could Duke Seven lend money to those southerners?"

"Duke Seven runs a bank, and banks can't refuse legitimate and legal loans," Daniel couldn't help reminding, "not to mention, you know that Duke Seven's wife is from the south... He doesn't dare to offend him. That strong lady."

"That's why I don't want to get married—it would ruin a man's dignity!" Viscount Hemil stood up, paced back and forth in a bit of anxiety, then suddenly stopped in front of Daniel, "I'm sorry, Master, look Come on I have to end this meeting early - it can't be delayed. My personal loss is nothing, but I don't want to take the partner's wrath."

"I can understand how you feel," Daniel stood up, the artificial nerve cord behind him squirming and contracting, "and I should leave too - my apprentice is still waiting outside. Also, before leaving, I suggest you Discuss with Earl Durer - his connections in Parliament would have been better."

"Thank you for reminding me, you are really my good teacher and friend," Viscount Hemil stepped forward, grabbing Daniel's hand and shaking it up and down, "If it weren't for you, I don't know how many detours I would have taken!"

Daniel smiled slightly, accepted the gratitude of the revolutionary nobleman calmly, then waved to the coat rack next to him, let the staff and robe automatically fly into his hands, put them on himself, and then left the viscount's mansion .

He came to the side of the road and boarded the carriage waiting here. The female apprentice Mary sat in the carriage and did not seem to have left.

After a while, a carriage with an emblem pulled out from the main entrance of Viscount Hemel's mansion and hurried into the distance.

——Although Typhon’s magic wagon technology has made a breakthrough, and practical vehicles have entered the sight of the upper nobles, but because of its priority to supply the army and industrial construction, it has not yet been popularized among the middle and lower nobles, and the carriage is still a big one. The choice of some aristocrats to travel.

Daniel looked at the situation on the street through the gap in the car window, with a smile on his face.

Mary noticed the smile and couldn't help but ask, "Teacher, you seem very happy?"

"Because I did our Majesty Augustus a favor..."

"Doing your majesty a favor?" Mary looked a little confused.

"Yeah," Daniel said softly, "I helped him take some detours..."

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