Sword of Daybreaker

Gao Wen’s sudden problems made Norris somewhat sluggish. He was ready to be reprimanded, but he did not expect that he had to face such a problem. Should this answer be yes or not? Which one is breaking the law?

After thinking for a long time, the old farmer decided to honestly admit that because he knew that he would read and write more than one person, once the lord lord went to find someone else to ask the facts, then he really had to break the law.

"Yes... Master," Norris said, clutching the button on his chest and nervously saying, "I have learned...reading."

Gao Wen picked up an eyebrow and said that his judgment was correct.

Although Norris didn't write a word just now, he just sketched it, but only when he picked up the pen from the other side, he could judge a lot of questions: the person who can read or write will feel completely different when holding the pen. In this world of almost illiterate people, he has seen how illiterate people grasp the pen and how to draw lines on paper in a clumsy way, and the farmer's pen posture is obviously standard.

Even Herti looked at Norris with some surprises. It seems that she has just discovered this fact.

"You can rest assured that writing will not violate the law, and teaching others to read and write will not break the law," Gao Wen realized that his sudden questioning might have scared the honesty of the peasant, so the temperature was down. "Who taught you how to read and write?" ?"

With the promise of the lord, Norris was a little more reassured. He licked his hand and revealed a slightly embarrassed smile: "The lord of the lord, saying it is not afraid of your joke... I almost entered the church and became a Serving the goddess of the goddess of harvest, the ability to read and write was learned by a teacher at that time..."

The son of a farmer almost went into the church and became a **** official?

Such a wonderful experience made Gao Wen a great interest, so under his questioning, the story of the farmer Norris was finally known.

The other party is indeed from the farmer's house. It is the free people who lived in Cecil for generations. Although there are so many acres of thin fields in the family, they live on the food and clothing line just like most civilians in this era. His life would be like the majority of civilians, tied to the land for life, busy between the seedlings and ditches, and the only way he can deal with the high-ranking priests and churches is to go to the church every once in a while. Make a prayer, or accept a mission when the priests come to the countryside field - but at the age of eight, a chance came to Norris and his parents.

A goddess of harvest from the plains of the Holy Spirit who traveled to the missionary came to Cecil's collar and lived in the village where Norris lived. For the peasants, it is very rare and fortunate for the gods of the three gods to cross the road. So everyone in the village immediately made up the money, and in accordance with the rules of the abundance of the three gods, the village elders with several children went to the priest to "gift", so that the priests bless the village's arable land.

Then the priest looked at Norris, eight years old, and said, "This child is blessed with the land, and he inherits the grace of the goddess of harvest."

Because of this sentence, after the departure of the priest, Norris’s parents almost sold all the valuables in the house. The old people in the village also tried to make some money, and they went to the knight in the manor to discuss. After a pass, Norris was finally sent to the Mother Earth Church in Tanzan Town, making him a “servant apprentice”. Although the three gods of the richness are three independent sects, they are also very close. The connection, and the Mother Earth as the main **** of the three gods of fertility, her temple is usually also dedicated to the goddess of harvest and the goddess of spring, and the priests of the three goddesses generally accept the same before accepting the formal blessing. Education, after completing the education, according to their respective "spiritual talents" to choose which **** to convert, so in the case that there is no church of the goddess of harvest around, the only way to send Norris to the goddess of the earth is that his parents were the only ones at that time. s Choice.

Norris studied in the temple for five years, and then got the results from the upper church:

"The apprentice does not have the spiritual talent of a rich god."

Until today, Norris still remembers that after the letter that wrote this sentence was sent to the village, everyone in the village was so happy at first—because they couldn’t read at all, and the messenger who sent the letter drunk, Didn't tell the villagers and Norris's parents what they wrote on the letter.

Until Norris returned to the village with his own baggage, everyone knew that the letter was not the good news sent by the church.

Norris quietly tells his own story. His face that has climbed the wrinkles does not see any sorrow and joy. In the deep eye socket, there is only a calmness, as if those things have indeed gone, with him. It doesn't matter: "After a few years, the days were very difficult. The accounts we owed were still not back, and the family was already empty. The father had not survived the winter of the year, but the days still had to pass. Everyone’s money must also be paid back.

"Then the mother took me and my younger siblings to the castle of the Viscount Master. Oh, the Viscount of Cecil was the father of Miss Rebecca at that time. We went to the prince of the prince and said that the days could not pass, the prince Kindness, we will save the field tax that we have to pay, and lend us seeds and half-pocket food, relying on those seeds and food, plus the excellent wild vegetables when we are older, we are alive.

"Furthermore, I will plant the land in a down-to-earth manner, and help people do chores. I work alone for two or three people, and I still recognize the words. When there are dealers in the village, I will help you calculate the two, so that Change a few breads. In a few years, we still owe debts, and we also went to the grain and food of the Viscounts..."

Norris slowly raised his head and took pride in his face: "In the year of the mother's death, our family had eaten a piece of meat."

The story of the farmer Norris is over. Gao Wen just frowned, but Hetty couldn’t help but press his chest: "I... I never knew that there was such a thing on the territory... We always tried our best to give... ..."

"Alms can't save anyone, because that can't solve the problem, and this kind of thing happens every day, can't see it in the castle," Gao Wen shook his head, then curiously looked at Norris, "I just noticed your gesture... ...you still believe in the goddess of harvest?"

"Letter, why don't you believe?" The wrinkles on Norris's face are stacked up. "The harvest goddess shelters all the fields in the world. If the harvest is good or bad, it is the life and death of the family. What kind of land is there, and which one does not believe in the harvest goddess?"

Gao Wen quietly looked at each other: "Even because of this belief, how much have you suffered?"

Norris was silent for a moment, and lowered his head: "Master, that is my life is not good, how can I blame the gods? And compared to others, I have learned at least some things, but also recognized the words - although I know Words are useless to us, too."

"It’s not useless to recognize the words," Gao Wen looked at the farmer seriously. "Norris, should you craft the land?"

Speaking of this, Norriston is even more proud: "Master, you can't say anything else, but when it comes to farming, my craft is excellent - how can I get past the hard days?" ”

Gao Wen also asked: "You know the number and the education of the church, so I let Herti read the new rules for you, and the form I designed to record the workload, you should be very easy Do you understand? If you let me fill out the forms and calculate the land and output, can you do that?"

This time, Norris nodded first, then hesitated and asked: "Master, are you asking me to be a supervisor...?"

Since this time, because Gao Wen has implemented a labor system that needs to count and appraise, the usual supervisors who only waved the whip but did not know one big word have no use. The supervisors on the territory are selected from the family warriors. Even Heti personally served (some of the family fighters belonged to the Cavaliers, at least a few numbers, and could write some simple words), so Norris couldn’t help but think of Gaowen’s problems. This aspect.

"No, not just supervisors. In fact, if you can do it, I intend to let you manage the entire wasteland and even the later food production work," Gao Wen said. "Of course, it is impossible to put such a big power at once. For you, you can't let you do it at will, I will let Herty 'check' you, and will always tell you what to do."

The expression on Norris's face suddenly changed: "Old... lord! I don't quite understand... Are you letting me be your housekeeper? But the housekeeper is not just about food..."

"This is a position, but it is not a housekeeper," Gao Wen laughed. "If you have to say something, you will call it... the agricultural supervisor. And I have to tell you first, this position and any position in the previous noble territory. It’s different, you can’t pass it on as a title, unless your child has enough talent – ​​it’s not valid for life, if you’re not doing it well, or if you’ve done it by the convenience of your position The things of Sil's Law, then you will be withdrawn and punished. From now on, many of the positions I have set up on this land will be like this - do you understand?"

If Gao Wen does not warn of so many restrictions, perhaps Norris will not dare to accept this "good luck of the sky" in fear - because the good fortune of this day is like the priest who was eight years old. When he went to the village and said that he could "be blessed with grace", but with a warning from Gao Wen, he seriously thought about it and thought it should be true.

An ordinary poor man will not think like him, but Norris will, because he has been educated, even if this education has almost killed his life, he has learned "logic" from this education.

So after some thinking, the old-fashioned farmer slammed his head: "Master, if you trust me... Norris will manage every field you hand over to me, and every one that grows on the land. Grain food!"

(Today, I have to go out of my way. I have no chance to touch the computer all the way until the night. I can only set up a chapter to set up automatic update. There is only one chapter today.)