Lord of Industrialization

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Separated by a wall behind the hotel is a school football field. At this time, more than fifty children aged seven or eight are punching and kicking under the leadership of a teacher. It seems that they are learning some kind of boxing technique.

Fatih saw that the children were all wearing uniform black trousers and white short-sleeved pullovers, and wondered whether this was a military camp. Those children were Duke Wesson's trusted army established in accordance with ancient methods?

This thought was quickly thrown out of his mind. This was a hotel where people came and went, and no one would set up a military camp here.

Fatih's eyes lit up with a blue light and looked towards the building further away. It was a four-story house built with red bricks and red tiles. It was about the same length as a football field, and the windows on the wall were all very large. Through the bright glass in the window, one could see an adult at one end of the room speaking to the children inside. On both sides of the football field are the same four-story buildings. The walls are plastered with white dust and clothes are drying in the corridors. They seem to be places where people live.

A guess arose in his mind. Could it be a school there?

Fatih estimated that there were hundreds of children here, ranging from six to twelve years old, boys and girls.

He thought for a while, this might be a school for the children of the nobles and wealthy merchants and gentry of Wesson State. After living together for many years, these children will become closer. In the future, if Wesson's children are raised here, they will be able to find themselves. team.

Similar methods are used by many people, but not on such a large scale.

Fatih couldn't help but think that when he had children, he would let them do the same before they reached adulthood. He could simply serve as the principal himself, so that the future heirs of the domestic families would have a closer relationship with him, and it would also be easier for them to invest in the princes.

While he was thinking, he kept looking at the children practicing boxing on the playground. He didn't pay attention at first, but soon he became serious and forgot about imitating them.

Fatih came to the throne by killing his other brothers. He conquered the throne in person before he was too hot to sit on the throne. He was also able to lead cavalry assaults on the battlefield. Not to mention that he had been taught martial arts by famous teachers since he was a child, and he was very good at self-defense and training in boxing and kicking skills. Have experience.

The boxing the children were doing on the grass looked very simple. It was a combination of basic skills, but after careful observation, I found that this boxing method not only included various basic movements, but also had certain practicality when combined. It was a kind of boxing technique. Excellent enlightenment boxing skills.

Fatih observed carefully on the balcony, wondering if this was Richard Naer's handiwork. In martial arts, sometimes the simpler it looks, the more difficult it is in fact.

In the guest room, Hakan and the waitress finished communicating about the food, laundry, travel and other issues in the coming days, and came over to report to the leader.

Fatih ignored these trivial matters and just nodded.

At this time, the children on the grass dispersed, and a group of people ran towards the small house in the corner of the football field. In the following free time, some played football, some played bang bang balls, and some picked up balls.

Hakan asked: "Master, where will you dine today?"

Fatih looked at the sky and said, "Let's go for a walk and eat outside."

They were here for inspection, so naturally they wouldn't stay in a hotel room.

Fatih only took Hakan out, while the others stayed in the room to look at the luggage.

"There are very few horses and mules on the road," Hakan said as he walked.

If it were in other cities, there would be many beasts pulling goods in the bustling commercial streets. Their cries would be mixed with the cries of people selling goods, and one of them would accidentally get hit by their tails.

But it's different here. The road is very wide. Most of the people walking on the road are the bicycles and tricycles that Richard Null used to pull the fish around. From time to time, you can see the three-wheeled "bang bang cars" used as taxis. I didn't see anyone with four legs.

Fatih pondered and said: "Weisen State has been importing a large amount of various grains. It is said that the population here exceeds 500,000, and the land area is too small. The reduction of the number of draft animals must be to save grain."

At this time, if there were any Wesson officials next to him, they would definitely admire his sharp thinking.

Nowadays, no one can tell how many people there are in Wesson. Even Frederick can only know the local population through household registration management and estimate the number of permanent residents through community rental contract registration. A large number of unregistered outsiders cannot be counted.

Fatih had a destination in mind. He didn't look at the shops on the street along the way, took two turns, and finally came to the main entrance of the school behind the hotel.

The street where the school's main entrance is located is lined with four-story new buildings. The first floor is the facade, and the residential floors above the second floor have balconies. Colorful coats are drying on many balconies. Judging from the materials, they belong to ordinary people.

Most of the stores on both sides of the road sell clothing. There are some restaurants, stationery stores and bookstores opposite the school gate, and there is also a bicycle shop on the corner.

Fatih thought it was a school for the children of powerful people, but when he saw the street outside the school gate, he was a little unsure. It was too life-like and not a bit noble.

The Royal Academy of Magic in Brusa, the capital of the Ghazi Empire, is either the children of dignitaries or wealthy businessmen. There are more entertainment venues outside the academy than near the palace, and the facilities are more luxurious than the palace.

The main gate of the school is a large iron gate with the name of the school written on the sign on the door.

Fatih frowned when he saw it. If the German language he learned was correct, the name of this school was "Textile Road Primary School".

When he was thinking about the meaning of these words, the guard came over and asked him: "Sir, who are you looking for?"

Fatih asked the guard curiously: "Is this a school?"

When the guard saw that his skin was darker and his speech was awkward, he knew he was from outside, so he replied: "Yes, this is where the children study."

Fatih asked him again: "Whose children are the students studying here?"

The guard said with some confusion: "Who else could it be? It's the people living around or the children of workers in the garment and textile factories in the north."

Fatih blinked in disbelief and asked him: "You mean, the parents of the children studying here are ordinary craftsmen?"

"Of course." The guard looked like it was a matter of course, then suddenly thought of something and said: "By the way, if you just moved here and live nearby, as long as you pay enough taxes for one year, you can let your children study next year. .”

Fatih was confused. This school seemed to be in good condition. It wasn't one of those private schools that only taught literacy and simple arithmetic. The students in it were actually just the children of ordinary craftsmen?

He asked, "Can I go in and have a look?"

The guard shook his head and replied: "We can't let outsiders in here casually. If you want to visit, you can write a letter to our principal."

Fatih finally got the principal's business card from the guard.

"Master, look behind." Hakan reported his new discovery at this time and pointed to the shop opposite the school.

Fatih turned around. There were several restaurants opposite. The sign in front of one of them said "Gazi Barbecue" in both German and Ghazi.

The two of them felt a little emotional when they met a fellow villager from a distant land, so they went over to take a look and say hello to the fellow villager.

It's just that they walked to the store with question marks on their heads.

Hakan asked the emperor with some uncertainty: "Sir, does the Ghazi Empire have such barbecue?"

There are delicacies from all over the empire in the palace, but His Majesty the Emperor also said doubtfully at this time: "The taste of this spice is a bit impressive, it seems that I have eaten it somewhere..."

"By the way!" He remembered, "This spice is the recipe of Wanjing City."

At this time, the owner of the barbecue restaurant came over. She was a very young girl with a thin figure and some scars on her face.