Chapter 143 Migrants

The sailboat from Longsong Fortress slowly docked at the pier in Border Town.

After the springboard was lowered, the people on the boat walked down the trestle with all kinds of luggage on their backs. Most of them set foot on this strange land for the first time, and their expressions seemed a little dazed, and the urging of the sailors behind them intensified their uneasiness.

Pushed by the crowd, a middle-aged woman accidentally slipped, lost her balance, and was about to fall off the trestle. Another woman took the first step, grabbed the opponent's wrist, and helped her stabilize her figure.

"Thank you...thank you," the rescued person thanked repeatedly, clutching his chest with lingering fear.

The woman just smiled and waved her hand, indicating that it was a trivial matter.

Ferlin Sylt, who was waiting by the pier, recognized this athletic young woman from the crowd at a glance. The future flower of the Fortress Theater, Irene, his beloved wife. She was wearing a white dress and her long hair was coiled on top of her head, she still looked so beautiful and refined.

The first knight held back his excitement, and when she safely stepped onto the land from the pier, he quickly stepped forward and hugged her forcefully from his side, completely ignoring the gazes and comments of the people around him. The other party was taken aback, and after recognizing the person as Feilin, he gently responded to his hug.

"Hearing the news of the defeat of the Duke's army really frightened me. I wanted to meet you at Longsong Fortress, but unfortunately I didn't have the chance." She whispered in the knight's ear, "Fortunately, you are safe and sound."

"I was imprisoned in the dungeon of the lord's castle, and the guards couldn't let you in." Ferlin let go of his wife. "Have you been doing well for more than half a month?"

"..." She was silent for a moment, "I left the theater."

Ferlin immediately understood the meaning of his wife's words. When he was the number one knight in the Western Region, only the Duke dared to touch her. Now that he is the prince's prisoner, those guys who coveted Irene no longer need to hide themselves Maliciousness, one by one ready to strike. Going to work in the theater at this time is undoubtedly sending sheep into the mouth of a tiger.

"It's okay, I have a job here, and the salary is not low." He comforted, "Let's go home and talk."

"Home?" Irene looked a little surprised, "Don't we have to live separately?"

Generally speaking, most of the captives who were not executed and did not accept redemption were used as coolies, and they basically lived in tents and barracks. Many people crowded together and lay on the ground covered with straw as a bed. The treatment of the captives’ family members is not much better either. The women have a special camp, and they also have to sleep on the ground. When the men are working, they have to be responsible for cleaning up the man’s residence, boiling water, cooking and washing.

Thinking of this, Felin was a little moved. In the stronghold farm, she had at least one spacious room with comfortable beds and soft quilts. But for her own sake, she still chose to come to Border Town alone. Even if she had to live in a small house or a tent with other women and accept forced labor every day, she did not back down.

"I'm a teacher now." He took Irene's bag, held her hand, and walked towards the new civilized area, "and teachers can get a free house."

To be honest, when he first heard His Highness announce the teacher's treatment, he didn't expect too much to be a prisoner, a room is considered good. Even if it is a wooden house that is leaky and leaky, it should be able to live in if you repair it yourself. The result surprised him, the housing assigned to teachers was so...regular.

Walking into the community, the street suddenly becomes spacious. The ground is covered with gray-white gravel, which is flattened by the rolling stones, and you won't feel a bit harsh when you walk up it. Filmin didn't understand this approach at first, thinking that the masons were wasting manpower and time. He didn't understand the reason until after a heavy rain, the rainwater flowed into the ground along the cracks in the stones, and then flowed into the deep drainage ditches on both sides. Compared with the alleys in Longsong Fortress that are muddy and full of water when it rains, such streets are obviously much better.

Irene looked around and asked with some doubts: "The houses here seem to be newly built, are you going the wrong way?"

"No, honey, we're almost there."

After turning two corners along the streets of the community, Ferlin Sylt and Irene stopped in front of a two-story brick building, "This is it."

"Where?" She looked around twice before turning her eyes to the brand-new building in front of the knight, covering her mouth in disbelief, "Could it be... this whole house is our home?"

"Of course not," he laughed. "This is the teacher's building. Our home is in the middle of the second floor. Come on, let's go up."

Taking out the key to open the door, Feilin took his wife's hand and walked into the new residence. This residence consists of a main hall, two bedrooms and two auxiliary rooms, with all the furniture in it. Although small, it is unexpectedly comfortable. Whether it is the decoration of the main hall or the layout of the bedroom, it is refreshing. Now with Erin, this home is even more perfect.

"My God, are you really taken here as a prisoner?" Irene couldn't wait to run into each room to check carefully, excited like a child, "We will live here from now on?"

"Well, of course." Ferlin smiled and took out rusks and cheese from the cabinet, and put them on the table. "You haven't eaten on the boat, have you? Let's fill your stomach first, and I have to go out to work later."

"By the way, you are now a teacher," Irene ran back to her husband, "Which noble family do you want to teach?"

"Not nobles, but the subjects who teach His Highness the Prince."

"Leader?" She was startled, "What do you teach?"

Feilin picked up a book by the table and handed it to his wife, "Teach them to read and write, this is the..."textbook" sent to me by His Highness. "

When he chose to become a teacher, he worried that he would not be able to do it. After all, this position is usually filled by learned and talented white-haired old men. On the contrary, His Highness said nonchalantly that it should be taught according to the textbook. When he saw this so-called textbook, he realized that teaching people to read and write can also be refined to such a degree.

From the teaching method to the course content, it has everything. The first page also lists a dozen FAQs for novice teachers, such as how to become a good teacher? How to attract students' interest in learning? How to test the teaching effect? The answer is popular and simple, quite a bit of a sense of enlightenment. Before the class even started, he was deeply attracted by this book.

Eileen is obviously the same. Growing up in the theater, she has read more books and scripts than Ferrin. The knight once lamented that, with his wife's appearance and intelligence, if she was born in a noble family, she would definitely become a woman who made the whole world feel better. An outstanding woman who is well-known in the western region.

After turning over a few pages, Irene suddenly raised her head and asked, "You said before... that teachers' salaries are not bad?"

"20 silver wolves a month, 5 more every year."

"There's no theater here, is there?"

"No... yes," Ferlin hesitated, he had already guessed what his wife was thinking.

Sure enough, the other party closed the book and said with a smile, "Then I also want to be a teacher, dear, just like you." (To be continued.)