Chapter 170

At present, there are eight planners and six draftsmen in the drawing design room, as well as several craftsmen who know how to measure and survey on the spot. They are not only responsible for the design of ordinary clock tower and astronomical clock, but also responsible for the overall planning and design of the winery,

Because with the continuous expansion of the production of the winery in the future, the winery must be gradually expanded and transformed. The transformation work done at present is not only to increase the area of the factory, but also to do the transformation work for greater expansion in the future.

These craftsmen and designers performed very well in the early days. Dawn was very satisfied with them, so they reused them.

Designers have been working together for a long time. Some of them have known each other for many years, and their tacit understanding is still relatively high.

"Let me know before finalizing." Dawn said to the leading craftsman. The leading craftsman nodded. His name is wood, 45 years old. He has been engaged in bell tower design and town planning and design for more than 20 years. Wood thought that he would never realize his life value in his whole life, but he did not expect that the new Duke of Reinhardt had insight, Unexpectedly, after only a cursory look at his design drawings, he was entrusted with the responsibility of leading the construction room.

This kind of inexplicable trust makes wood, who has not known how much experience in the world, shed tears on the spot. He is not only grateful for daybreak's unconditional trust, but also moved by his lack of awareness of the identity difference between the common people and the nobility, especially his attitude towards the common people.

In this world, the way to realize the value of life is very narrow. In the past, wood's status as a craftsman in polkaya belonged to that kind of inferior profession. However, since the Duke of Reinhardt set up the workshop, all the craftsman's status in China has been improved.

"Don't worry, Duchess," Wood said respectfully. "We work overtime to achieve the best design."

"You can control the rhythm, even if it's slow, I just want the perfect design." Dawn nodded and then said, "how's the super renovation project named clock harbor going?"

"We've arranged for people to go to the field survey." Wood replied, and then pondered for a moment, looking embarrassed: "Your Highness, the renovation design of clock harbor is too large. It is estimated that the whole planning and design plan will not come out until next year at least."

"This is a big project. Don't be impatient." Dawn looked at wood and said, "as the chief designer of clock harbor, you must control the rhythm well. Even if the progress of the project is slow, there is no problem, but you must not have fatal problems."

"Don't worry, my Lord. I understand the importance of clock harbor. I won't let you down." Wood replied in a deep voice. After listening to the clock harbor plan put forward before dawn, he agreed with it very much. He was more and more impressed by the imagination of the Duke. As a result, he was more and more impressed that polcalia was blessed with Reinhardt.

It's not only in his mind, but also in the minds of many civilians. It's not a great blessing to be able to save civilians from fire and water, to resist tyranny at home at the risk of their lives, and not to abuse power after taking control of power, but to issue a variety of national policies and decrees to govern the people.

As the days of the common people in polkalia become more and more happy, the common people in maple leaf and utam are so envious that they often fantasize that one day Reinhardt can suppress the royal family of their country in the same way as the polkalia royal family.

Thinking of this, wood felt more and more that he had made the right decision.

Whether Reinhardt is a king or a duke, he is the actual controller of the country. For all the people of polkalia, Reinhardt is a hero, although he is only under 21 years old this year.

"I don't worry about what you do." Dawn patted wood on the shoulder with a happy smile. "The detailed planning of clock harbor will take a long time to complete. If you have any difficulties, just tell Blatter."

After a few more orders at dawn, he turned to the other floors.

When I came out of the workshop, it was already sunset. The setting sun fell on the sea. The afterglow of the setting sun made the whole island fall into a beautiful scene.

At dusk, a young man was panting. His thin body was covered with blood. His pale face was full of panic. While looking around, he was running towards the East.

It's coming, it's coming... The young man kept urging in his heart. Not far ahead is the village bordering on the maple leaf country. As long as he escapes to the territory of polcalia, he will be able to survive.

All around the woods flash quickly, the boy felt a sharp pain on his body, and then lost his balance under his feet.

Whoa... Bang!

The young man suddenly fell to the ground, the wound on his body was triggered to shed blood, and his head was knocked on the hard stone slab, so the extremely painful injury was aggravated again.

The blood on the forehead slowly flowed down, and the boy tried his best to hold back the pain, without crying out.

Dada... At this time, there was a rapid sound of horse's hooves.

The boy was shocked. He didn't have time to rest any more. He got up and ran to the East with all his strength. The distance of a few tens of meters seemed to have no end at this time.

In the distance came a group of soldiers, the head of whom was riding a brown horse, holding a fine firing short musket. At this time, the rear guard came up with the horse.

"My Lord, the border of polkalia is ahead. Don't cross it." The chasing bodyguard sat on the horse with a samurai sword and said warily to the man beside him. The man was wearing a gorgeous noble robe. After hearing what the bodyguard said, he sneered: "what are you afraid of? Does the king of polkalia dare to attack our maple leaf country?"

Without waiting for the guard with the samurai sword to answer, the nobleman ran away with the reins.

Drive!

The noble man gave a high drink, and the brown horse under his feet was faster.

"There, Lord Rick." Another bodyguard pointed to the boy running in front of him.

The noble man named Rick nodded, took up his musket and shot.

Bang, sharp shot, clear and incomparable, directly hit the juvenile, juvenile exclaimed, rolled on the ground for more than ten laps before stopping.

The boy felt the endless pain spreading on his chest. Although he wanted to struggle on the ground, he couldn't exert half of his strength, so he cried.