Chapter 186 After the Winter

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The incident in Kantling has finally come to an end, and it seems to be the last wave in this eventful year-with the advent of the foggy moon, everything in the southern region is dormant as the temperature drops. The place is finally calm.

However, the construction of Cecil's leadership has just started. With the rapid improvement of various basic machinery and equipment and various workshops, a large number of new people pouring into this land have found that they have a lot of work to do in this cold winter. ——Of course, it is not only the winter jobs that welcome them, but also the hot meals served in the factory canteens, winter clothes specially made for workers, and charcoal subsidies for every household.

In previous years, as long as winter entered the poor, they could only live with a little stored grain at home and count the grain in their baskets to calculate how long the winter would end. This was an unimaginable life for them. That little bit of new work is hardly worth mentioning.

According to Gao Wen, the development of the territory was not really on the right track until the winter construction plan went smoothly.

A large and sturdy four-wheeled carriage was driving on the gravel road. There was a creaking sound under the wheels, and the withered and yellow leaves were scattered on both sides of the road. There were only branches of fallen maple and giant wood. The bleak scene inevitably makes the traveler feel depressed, but there is only a warm energy in Joan's heart.

Before the harshest frosts came, she and her brother found their last settlement in the mountains.

She stood on the leading carriage, stood up and looked at the entire convoy behind her. The seven carriages carried forty-six homeless people with yellow faces and thin skin, and the drivers were all wearing strangely enchanted armor and equipped with magic weapons. Powerful warriors, these Cecil warriors strictly abide by the lord's orders, and take the responsibility of protecting her and her younger brother and the refugees in the convoy under any circumstances, regardless of whether they encounter beasts or robbers on the road. None of the soldiers harmed a single civilian - and on a normal day, there has never been a case of soldiers bullying civilians.

This surprised her at first, but now it has become accustomed to it.

It's an incredible force, and they're going to an even more incredible place.

She never believed that any noble would sincerely shelter the commoners, and she never thought that the homeless could get free help in a strange land, but the most unexpected thing for her was that she would become a " messengers" and "representatives" to facilitate and realize this process. In the past few days, she and her younger brother have traveled all over the mountains and wilderness in the north of the Baishui River and south of the Kangde collar. They acted at the same time with several other groups and found each and every one of them under the escort of the powerful Cecil soldiers. The refugee settlement on the verge of extinction, and then the villagers who are struggling on the line of life and death to a safe place, the process is like a dream.

Joan looked at the last carriage, and Tom stood up from the carriage, now swinging his arms at her and waving the flag in the weird gesture of "everything is fine" - a gesture of his own creation , and he also created a whole bunch of "remote orders" with different meanings, waving flags and lights to pass messages among the team, which he obviously enjoyed and was very proud of.

The words "doing things for the lord" seem to have greatly inspired his usually cowardly younger brother. Even without any substantive position and appointment letter, Tom is more than ten times more energetic than before. Joan once felt that Tom was too reckless His actions may annoy the accompanying soldiers, but the result is that the "semaphore" and "lantern language" invented by Tom have reached the ears of the lord, and the lord greatly praised him and even standardized those orders. Teach the soldiers on the territory...

Joan responded to Tom's signal with a smile, then turned and continued to look straight ahead.

You can already see the smoke and the watchtower of the territory.

The refugees in the carriage also noticed the changes ahead, and some of them were inevitably nervous, some climbed up from the straw and tattered cotton wool, and looked at the soldiers standing guard on the tower in the distance, while others looked at Qiong uneasy: "Joan Miss, can we really... make our home there?"

It was strange that an Orion's daughter would be respectfully and nervously called "Miss" by the commoners, and she quickly shook her head with a smile: "Don't call me that, I am a commoner like you. Don't worry, the hard days are over, and ahead is Duke Cecil's territory, where we will make our homes, and everyone will settle down."

The carriage drove over the bridge, and the huge copper bell was rang immediately, the sound of "Dangdang" cut through the air, and the sentinel from the tower shouted the call that often sounded these days: "New-ding-entry-entry! "

The homeless people who were huddled in straw and cotton wool woke up, lying on the railings of the carriage one by one, they saw the tall gates opened in front of their eyes, and the carriage drove up a road made of bricks and strange "rocks". "The paved avenue, row upon row of brand-new houses unfolded at the end of the avenue, the smoke of the cooking wafted in the sky, and the carriage drove to the east at the first intersection, heading for a river beach square.

"New-ding-entry-entry!"

Once again, a soldier's majestic voice exploded in the air. The horse-drawn carriages of the refugees entered the square with the call. Rows of wooden sheds stood on the edge of the square. The population recorders and the soldiers who maintained order were already in place. A huge stove was propped up in the center of the square. The fire was raging under the stove, and the aroma of stewed food was wafting from the large pot.

A woman with a big shoulder and a round waist stood by the stove, stirring the stewed chowder with a large spoon with a long handle. This nutrient-rich and easy-to-digest thick soup is the most suitable food for the hungry. It can not only replenish them quickly of physical strength, and to prevent damage to their stomachs, which have been weakened by prolonged starvation.

The moment they saw the food, the forty-six yellow-faced and skinny refugees in the seven carriages seemed to instantly feel at ease.

Joan could feel this sudden reassurance, because not long ago, she was also a member of the carriage who suddenly felt reassured.

And on the day when the last batch of refugees arrived safely in the territory, it was also the day when the Gawain family finally left their tents and moved into the new "castle".

With the help of Rebecca's "otherworld cement", coupled with Heidi's magical assistance and Nicholas Egg's control over metal building materials, the construction of the new mansion was completed much faster than Gawain expected, a brand new three-story building. The mansion is located in the open space near the original camp - the castle of any lord in history has never been completed so quickly. This should naturally be attributed to the building materials researched by Rebecca, but Gawain believes that the more important reason is that he Not like those traditional aristocrats who insisted on building castles with natural boulders, and they had to build castles on mountains.

It is far easier to build a big house with bricks and tiles on the flat ground than to build a castle on the top of a hill with stones.

Gawain knew that the construction requirements of traditional castles were to defend against the enemy, and it would be more appropriate to describe them as "military fortresses" rather than some kind of residence, but he did not plan to build a castle like that in Cecil Land— - The first is that it is laborious and costly, the second is that he is not used to living in that kind of cold and rigid stone house, and the third is that he does not need it.

In the event of an emergency, the ancient facility in the mountains is definitely more solid and reliable than any kind of contemporary castle.

This three-storey house should be the most luxurious large-scale building in the territory at present, but if it was placed in the aristocratic mansion of the same era, I am afraid it can only be described as "over-simple". To overcome the luxurious but uncomfortable drawbacks of traditional aristocratic mansions, all its structures are arranged with practical and useful goals. When Gawain finally moved into the bright and spacious study with walls, he suddenly felt that he had racked his brains before. The design is all worth it.

Although there are no ornate marble window sills, no glittering crystal sculptures, no dome paintings and elaborate columns in the style of the northern countries, but he has two magic laboratories and a mechanical workshop, as well as this beautiful large Study room - this study room has walls!

Amber also strolled around in the study. Miss Half-elf seemed to be more satisfied with the house than Gawain. She checked the locks on every door, and checked all the cabinets and drawers in the study. Finally, she Open the window facing the "Central Square", look down at the courtyard below, and exclaim from the bottom of my heart: "I can finally turn the window and enter..."

"Go to the next door," Gawain raised his head from the book and glanced at the half-elf, "Remember to walk through the door."

"Hey, I'm just kidding why you're so serious," Amber swayed to Gawain's desk, "But then again, you're really weird, I'm thinking about you living in a tent like that After a long time, you want to build a gorgeous fort or palace, and you ended up building such a place?"

"Building a palace on a territory with a total population of only a few thousand?" Gawain smiled, "I haven't gotten to this level of extravagance."

"I heard the movement from the Hetan Square just now. It should be the last batch of refugees who finally arrived," Amber's ears trembled. "You can always feel at ease this time... By the way, why have you been looking down?"

Gao Wen raised his hand and raised the big book with a hard cover and gilded title that he had been reading since just now: "A book that is quite popular in the central and southern regions, it is said that 70% of The readers are noble ladies and ladies."

Amber's expression suddenly became weird: "Ms. Madam loves to read books? You actually love to read this kind of... Mom?!"

Before she could finish her sentence, it turned into exclamation, because the title of the book was really eye-catching: "The Affair of Gawain Cecil - A Tale of Heroes and Princesses."

Then the half-elf lady's expression became even weirder: "You...you love..."

"What hobby, I'm researching my biography," Gao Wen sighed, "Of course it's really an accident to see this kind of thing..."

Gao Wen sighed even more deeply in his heart: Seven hundred years later, when he opened the coffin and saw his own book, this achievement really cannot be replicated.

Amber immediately leaned over and said: "Hey, let me see, let me see... You guys still have such stories circulating? Those book writers are really... tsk tsk... "

"It is generally believed that arranging a bunch of romantic affairs for ancient heroes is a kind of compliment and gold. After all, those people are dead, and they will not jump out to accuse mistakes and trouble them, and most of the heroes who are gold-plated are I’m happy to do this—they definitely didn’t expect me to crawl out when they thought so,” Gawain pouted, “I still admire them a little bit, I’ve lived for thirty-five years in total, and I’ve married one wife in my life, and they To be able to arrange more than 80 confidantes in my 35 years of intense life, how did this tm list fit in?"

"I'm scolding my mother, I'm scolding my mother, hehe!"

"Hey, uncle! Go and say hello to Pittman!"

Amber was suddenly startled: "This book is his? That old unscrupulous..."

"It's not his," Gawain squinted at Amber, "I want to ask him what race the 'sea monster' mentioned in this book is - this is the only one in several biographies that mentions me There was a sea experience, but in that experience, it brought up a species I didn't know at all!"

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