Chapter 156: No One in the Entire Empire Can Help the Empress Solve Her Problems

Field plans to take out an hour every day to teach them personally.

Only high-level workers trained by himself can be used smoothly and safely in the future.

Generally speaking, if you want to learn literacy in this era, you need to follow the knight as a squire and learn the seven traditional knight skills, riding, swimming, javelin throwing, fencing, hunting, chess, poetry, and of course, serving the nobles.

Field does not intend to let the children learn these. Poetry and composing are not very useful for the territory. He plans to use the future to cram education.

In the afternoon, there are two hours of cultural learning, only learning to read and write, arithmetic and loyalty.

Among them, Field did not pretend to avoid the loyalty. The purpose of training them is to serve himself and the territory, not to train a bunch of guys who are ready to overthrow him, or to make wedding clothes for others.

In addition, there is another hour to arrange for them to go to the army to learn formation, military posture, sword skills and horse riding, and cultivate martial arts and unity spirit.

Riding a horse is extremely important. The territory may have cars in the future, but it is best not to think about it for at least 40 or 50 years. There are very few decent roads in the entire empire, so riding a horse is a must.

"Science, fighting spirit and magic, you have to look at talent and loyalty before teaching."

Field made a plan and started to implement it immediately.

"Tom, if you can't learn what the baron teaches, don't even think about eating in the future!"

A free woman put her hands on her waist and pointed her finger at her son's nose, warning him fiercely, as serious as going to war.

"I will, mother."

The boy was so scared that he turned around and ran away.

That afternoon, the children came to the big winery for class. The children were used to suffering and were extremely eager for knowledge from the upper class.

Even if there were naughty guys, their parents would order them to study hard, otherwise they would be beaten up when they got home. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to jump to a higher class.

"Everyone is here, let's go to class."

Field waved his hand and asked the guard to bring a blackboard with chalk.

These two things are very simple to make. Just take a piece of wood and dye it with black paint. As for chalk, it is a block made of lime and water. Both are barely enough. But despite such simple things, they were really used in teaching after the Industrial Revolution.

Before that, teachers taught themselves, or occasionally gave a few pointers while doing their own things. What students learn depends entirely on their understanding.

The teaching method has also experienced "individual manual production" to "industrial production", and finally mass production of intellectuals.

At the same time, Field also brought in several captains, butlers and Tate from the army.

"In the future, try to educate students according to my teaching method."

"Tap~"

Field wrote his name on the blackboard: "Let me introduce myself. I am your lord, Field Ross. This string of names is the first text you need to learn. Next, I will teach you letters and numbers..."

It is completely opposite to the poverty of the Night Territory.

At this time, in the Golden Wing Manor, the capital of the Empire, in the Griffin Province, the study on the second floor.

The Empress of the Empire, Leticia Golden Griffin, sat on an exquisite royal-style chair, which was inlaid with countless gems of various colors, and the velvet cushions were extremely comfortable.

But the afterglow of the setting sun was blocked by the window, so only shadows fell on her.

She looked at the beautiful garden outside the window, where three or four gardeners were mowing the lawn. Even though the lawn was perfect, the gardeners were still thinking about how to make it more pleasing to the eye.

"Your Majesty, Governor Taklin hopes to have dinner with you." The close minister bowed and saluted, and he did not dare to look up at the most powerful person in the empire.

"Oh, tell him to get out of here." Leticia didn't even raise her eyelids, "Use a tactful way."

"But he won the battle, so it's chilling. Maybe you can give him a chance to pursue you." The minister was stunned for a moment, thinking of the three carts of gold coins that Taklin gave him, and still advised, "With a husband and heirs, the empire will be more stable."

"I don't want to repeat it a second time."

"Yes... I respect your will. Your Majesty, you look depressed. Do you need to call the court jester?"

The jester is the king on the poker card.

Leticia casually flipped through the battle report on the table: "I'm not interested in clowns, you can leave."

The minister had no choice but to leave the study.

A miniature griffin the size of a cat jumped out of the shadows and jumped onto the table, almost knocking over the wine glass. It chased its tail around the table and then stretched its wings.

"Why are you still depressed after the victory, my dear majesty." The griffin spoke in human language.

"Look for yourself." The queen clicked on the battle report.

The griffin came up and flipped through it with its sharp claws for a moment, and immediately showed an angry expression: "What a miserable victory, I didn't even see any familiar enemies killed. Hmm? Milani died in the battle... If I remember correctly, she was a hidden pawn in the marriage with the Nibelung family."

"That's right, this battle has corrupted half of the province, lost a pawn to supervise the imperial nobles, and has to face a bunch of rubbish seeking credit. I really can't think of any happy points." Leticia snorted coldly, "I really want to kick them all out of the palace."

"Haha, I want to too."

The griffin laughed.

However, both the man and the griffin knew that it was impossible.

Because every official of the empire represents the interests of major families, provinces and classes.

If she dared to touch them, she would be the only one in trouble, even though she was the queen.

The griffin flipped out another piece of paper and said in surprise: "Someone has taken root in the Northern Province? Field Ross, is the Ross family going to regain its former glory?"

"It is probably a farce to attract attention, and it is unlikely."

The empire had thought of many ways to recover the Northern Province before, such as advancing inward little by little in the marginal areas, but they were soon overwhelmed by the overwhelming tide of corpses and could only retreat to the back of the major city walls.

There seemed to be many "core areas" in the gray fog. If they were not occupied there, the number of corpses would be unlimited. If they adopted a war of attrition, the empire would immediately be dragged into the quagmire of war.

It seemed that thousands of corpses were killed every day, but they would grow again like weeds. Recovering the Northern Province was no different from finding a country to go to war with.

"Oh~ It was written by Shirley. She is a person who is truly loyal to the empire. Her family has shed blood for the empire. I guess it is true."

"Yes, the Gasina family is loyal to the empire, not me." Leticia's mouth corners slightly raised, "As for this matter, it doesn't matter whether it is true or not. The Northern Province is worthless and it is impossible to recover it by one family."

"Haha, you are the embodiment of the empire."

The griffin heard the footsteps coming from the corridor and slowly retreated into the shadows.

"Is there no one in the entire empire that can make me worry less?"

Leticia gently rubbed her eyebrows and fell into deep thought.