Chapter 449： Headmaster takes office

A large piece of newly opened farmland is closely arranged on the field in a regular square shape, and the farmland is full of wheat. At this time, the wheat is turning green, and the whole field looks green.

A wide gray and white road crosses this seemingly endless green land, extending straight to the north.

The road was well built, covered with white stones, and saplings were planted on both sides.

A carriage slowly drove up from the south side of the road. The driver was smoking a pipe and blowing out a smoke ring comfortably from time to time.

Holding the rein with one hand, he swung his head from side to side and watched the surrounding scenery.

"It's unbelievable. A few years ago, this place was a deserted forest." The coachman sighed.

He was a tall, well-built man with a ruddy complexion, high cheekbones, and a thick stubble that stretched from his chin to the roots of his ears.

The man was wearing a blue stand-up collar single-breasted jacket, a white shirt, a pair of white breeches underneath, and a pair of black boots.

This attire can reveal the identity of the man - a member of the army of Arda.

A coat of thick linen with fringed epaulets sewn on the shoulders, a badge of rank used in the armies of Arda, the man's epaulets are embroidered with a yellow silk thread The bar and two stars indicate his rank as a lieutenant.

"Deer~ Deer~" The coachman shook the reins and made the carriage stop slowly by the side of the road.

A woman's voice came from the carriage, "What's the matter, stopped, Boris?"

Boris Makarov jumped out of the carriage and replied to the woman: "Honey, I'm going to urinate!"

He paced slowly to the side of the road, looking for shelter. Because he saw a group of people dressed as farmers digging side ditches for drainage beside the road in the distance. In addition to volleyball for the road, this side ditch can also play a role in diverting water to the crop fields near the road.

Looking left and right, there was nothing he liked, the saplings beside the road were still too small, so he had to jump down the ditch beside the road—there was no one on this side of the road, so he took the time to pee.

After tying up his trousers contentedly, he returned to the road, glanced to the distance on the other side, and found that the group who had dug the trench before had stopped to rest.

Makarov stomped his feet vigorously on the ground and even jumped a few times.

He said with emotion: "This road is not bad, it is very hard!"

He squatted down and brushed away the small stones on the ground with his hands, revealing the yellow and gray land. Makarov touched the hard road surface and recognized that it was a roadbed made of so-called "mortar".

This kind of mortar was also invented by Earl Greiman, and it is made by mixing lime, clay and fine sand in certain proportions. This material is also commonly used in the army to build fortifications.

A woman's face appeared from the window of the carriage, calling to him: "Boris, hurry up and go, I don't want to travel at night."

"Oh, don't worry dear, we still have plenty of time. Come down to get some air, and I'll go over there to chat with the guys who work there. We will live here in the future, and we have to deal with the locals. "

After Makarov finished speaking, he walked towards the group of trench diggers.

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The group of farmers saw an unknown person walking towards them, and they all focused their eyes on the person who came.

"Hey! Guys, don't be nervous." The visitor waved to them.

They saw clearly that the other party was actually dressed as a soldier.

A group of people stood in awe. Because of Huxin Town's series of military support policies, Arda's soldiers now have a high prestige in the land under the jurisdiction of the Government Council, from officers to soldiers, even comparable to the former knight lords.

Moreover, the army recruited people regardless of their background, and children of serfs could join the army. Once they joined the army, the whole family would immediately regain their freedom.

If it was before, it might not be a good thing to restore freedom, because free people who have nothing may soon become beggars.

But now it is different to gain freedom by joining the army. Their venerable lord, Lord Greyman, would give the family fertile land, seeds, iron farm tools, and, if they were lucky enough to have a farming community nearby, harvesters and threshers. Opportunities such as large machinery.

If they are willing to leave the village where they have lived for generations, they will be assigned to work in a new type of manor—or should it be called a farm. Although they are also farming there, they must learn to operate harvesters and other large machinery proficiently. Serving mules, horses, cattle and other livestock, and the grain harvested is also owned by the farm, and they receive monthly wages like the workers in the factory—sometimes converted into grain.

In short, joining the army has unlimited benefits. Every year during the conscription season, countless families are eagerly waiting for a thin notice of enlistment.

Makarov immediately gained the respect of a group of people. Although they didn't understand what the two stars and one stripe on the epaulettes represented, respect was right anyway.

"My lord..." they said stiffly.

"I'm not an adult, you can call me Lieutenant Makarov."

"Hello, Lieutenant Makarov."

The lieutenant asked, "Are you digging ditches here for corvee service?"

"Oh, thank you Lord of Light!" One of the farmers put his hand on his forehead, "Now there is no corvee, it was abolished before the last Advent Day. In the future, if you work for the lord, you can get money from the official of."

"Yes," echoed another farmer, "we all come out to earn some extra money during the slack season.

^0^Quick. As you go down this road, you come across groups of people digging ditches. "

Makarov pretended to be serious and said: "Thanks Earl Greiman! Thank you for his kindness! I have never heard of a lord who makes people work and pays money."

"We have a good lord." The farmers said sincerely, "Heavenly Father can bless him with a long life."

Someone asked: "So, Lieutenant Makarov, what do you do with us?"

A smile appeared on Makarov's face May I ask if this road leads to the town of Hope of the North? "

"Yes." He received an affirmative answer, and someone introduced him: "We are the residents of North Hope Town, and your carriage should be able to arrive there after walking along this road for more than an hour."

"Ha, that's great." Makarov said happily: "I will soon become a resident of Hope of the North, please allow me to call you in advance—neighbors."

"A soldier? We are very honored. But soldiers should not be in the barracks..." The farmers welcomed him, but at the same time expressed doubts.

Makarov patted himself and continued to introduce himself: "I have been transferred to the reserve force, and according to the arrangement of my superiors, I will go to North Hope Town to serve as the principal of the town public,"

"Oh! It's the place where the dolls are taught to read and write."

The farmers said they knew, and they stretched out their hands one after another.

"Welcome, Lieutenant Makarov."

Dear, this chapter is over, I wish you a happy reading! ^0^