Chapter 671： Harvest era

The footsteps of the autumn day set foot on the land of the western continent, and the hot summer was finally over, as if the weather had turned cold overnight.

It was just dawning, the sun was still not shining on the big day, and the cold atmosphere left at night still wrapped the streets of Aldernan. A refreshing wind blew along the street, rolling up a few leaves and broken corners. The confetti, the wind whirls between the buildings, and turns the bell that hangs in the window, causing a bang.

Sam looked up and glanced at the bell that was ringing. He looked at it and couldn’t be considered a bright sky. Then he lowered his head and continued to swallow quickly. It was not a delicious breakfast. A small bowl of slimy vegetables. The soup is soaked in the crumbs that have been mashed.

Soaking the bread in the soup can effectively speed up the meal, while providing a very effective feeling of fullness, and can also reduce the stomach upset caused by rapid eating, which is considered to be the wisdom and experience accumulated by the civilians in life.

The daughter sat across from him, and also ate the breakfast, and the wife had already left the door in a quarter of an hour. The owner of the textile factory had once again worked in advance, and the female worker must now enter the factory half an hour before sunrise. It is.

After swallowing the last bite of soup, Sam licked his mouth and made a deep yawn.

He was very sleepy and had a lot of pain in his waist and arms. He felt that he needed to lie down and slept for a day or two - but he knew it was unrealistic.

Every day, the pier has wooden boxes and wooden barrels to be transported. He has no holidays.

The daughter also finished the meal. The girl with a flax-colored curly hair stood up and tidy up the table. Her wrists were so thin that she even worried about the wrist when she picked up the biggest plate. Broken.

Sam couldn't help but look at his daughter: "Next week... we should be able to eat bacon once."

The girl with linen hair looked up and showed a surprise expression after a moment of horror. She licked her hair and her eyes widened: "Really? Dad?"

“The south of the city is repairing the station. Every day, a lot of things are transported to the nearby docks, and then loaded onto the construction site. I should be able to earn more.”

The daughter laughed, and there were some pale yellow lines on the inside of the fundus and the inside of the lips.

Sam noticed the lines, but didn't say anything - when they first appeared a few months ago, it really made the wife and herself feel nervous, but now months have passed, the daughter did not feel physically Where is not comfortable, this must not be anything important.

The time was tight, and the father and the daughter did not have much time for conversation after dinner. They quickly packed up their belongings and then left the rented small house.

Another gust of wind blew from the streets and rolled up Sam’s collar. He tightened and soon appeared a thin coat this season, nodding his head to the daughter who was about to go in the other direction: “Be careful, at night If you work, go straight home and don't stay in the street."

The daughter nodded, holding the top of the cap and quickly heading for the other direction of the street - at the end of that direction, a towering chimney loomed deep in the iconic mist of Olde South, in the mist The rolling smoke continues to rise and floats to the sky.

She works in a petrochemical acidification plant. As a child who has not yet grown up, her job is of course not to operate the stove or to drive the skip. Instead, she is responsible for cleaning the cooled duct and recovering the reburned flue from the waste. Fragments - the air duct is narrow, and adults can't get in. This kind of work is done by children, and the labor is very small, but it does not require physical strength and skills.

Sam had been watching his daughter walk through the corner of the distance before returning to the direction of the dock area.

When the cool wind blew, he couldn’t help but recall something.

He used to have a piece of land, just outside the city. Although it is not big, it is not too fertile, but at least it can maintain the family's food and clothing. The breakfast has water and a little bit of sugar. It is sure to be eaten every week. Bacon, but when did it start, life became like this?

Sam walked in the wind, and the autumn atmosphere made this peasant's person can't help but think of the harvest, but the "harvest" has nothing to do with him. That piece of land has become part of the cotton plantation of Master Dulle, with hundreds of serfs working there – the serfs are naturally better than the free people.

Now Sam can only miss his land, but he can't do anything: Master Dulle bought the land from his hand with thirty-seven silver coins instead of forcing the past. The original contract was clear. There are judges in the city and two members of the House of Representatives to witness, fair and appropriate.

Sam just didn’t think that thirty-seven silver coins would be so cleaned up so quickly—the houses in the city were so expensive, the clothes and food were a lot more expensive than he thought, and they wanted to do a small business, but I found that the money was not enough to run a license... He thought that he had used the land for a huge sum of money, but he never thought that the "big money" in his eyes would not be anything in the world outside the town.

Many people who were almost dressed up with him also came out of their homes. These figures walked in the dim light of the morning, walking in the mist of Oldenan, heading for factories, docks and construction sites.

Sam walked forward and slowly merged into the crowd to become one of these people.

A newspaper that I didn't know who was thrown away was swept up by the wind, flew over Sam's head, and finally was blown by a wind on a nearby fence. The newspaper stretched out and the black letters on it were striking and beautiful:

Pay tribute to this harvesting era.

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"To pay tribute to this harvesting era, to pay tribute to our long-term emperor, and to the diligent parliament and the wise scholars; the accumulation of the empire over the past ten years is like a long period of hard work, and at the moment it has finally produced fruit... really wonderful. Sentence, don't you think so? Master Daniel?"

Viscount Hemir sat in his favorite brown-red seat, raised the newspaper in his hand, and smiled at the opposite master of the magic, the most prestigious university student.

The scent of incense and scent is lingering in this gorgeous and intimate reception room. The spar device in the corner of the room is fluttering soft and soothing court music, the window not far away is open, but the floor is covered on the window. The shimmering shield filters out the unpleasant subtle soot smell in the air, leaving only the fresh and cool morning breeze blowing into the room.

Daniel sat in a relaxed position on the chair opposite the Viscount Hemir, and the artificial nerves came out from the hem of his clothes and stood honestly: "Habier Reston is an excellent grammar master. It is also a well-known poet. Even in the years when I lived in seclusion, I occasionally heard his verses spread. His Majesty the Emperor chose this master as the editor-in-chief of The Empire, and it is no doubt a wisdom. ""

"To pay tribute to His Majesty," Viscount Hemir laughed happily. He took the black tea on the small round table and lifted it slightly to replace the wine, then frowned. "The newspaper is really good... It is said that the kingdom of Ansu The Cecils first thought of this, but unfortunately, when I first heard the concept, I didn’t realize its role, so that the merchants without the taste and heritage of Polberg became The first investor of the Empire newspaper... so many parliamentarians in the aristocratic parliament now have to pay the merchant to promote their products, that is how much money!"

"Money is endless, Mr. Viscount," Daniel said faintly. "Exploring new things is more valuable than that."

"Ah, you said it is good," Viscount Hemir quickly converges with a complaint between the eyebrows, as if he was afraid of this "secular act" that led to the resentment of the intelligent old man in front of him. "I have always been keen to explore new things. For example, the magic train that was under construction recently, I am considering investing in it..."

"Train... The technology of Ansu, but it really has the value of investment," Daniel frowned slightly, seemingly uncomfortable when talking about some new technologies that he could not master, but nodded, "If you want to invest, it's better to move faster."

The Earl of Hemir tasted the other side’s words: “Is there anyone else competing?”

Daniel nodded slightly: "I have a gossip, don't be arbitrarily. I heard that the aristocrats in the south made up their minds to grab the qualifications of the two railways under construction. For this reason, they even picked up the group to raise funds. Borrowed a large sum of money from the Duke of Severn - that is the amount that can impress the emperor."

The Count of Hemir snorted and suddenly showed anger: "The rough South! They want to insert everything!!"

"This is no way, my friend," Daniel said with a calm face. Just like a real scholar, he calmly analyzed the flow of huge interests, but his heart was not moved by interest. "The aristocrats of the South Already because cotton has suffered a lot of losses, the north is full of new plantations. The cotton they planted last year has not been sold this year. Now the Cecils have come to repair the railway. If the southern aristocrats Can't catch this opportunity, they really have to turn over."

"Railroads...rails...the railways can't fall on those in the south!" Viscount Hemir was a very intelligent person, and because he was keen to explore new things, he always knew a lot about the cutting-edge new things, and naturally understood their respective The value of "they really want to control the railway in the north-south direction, even if they only get a certain priority within the scope of their permission, then the transportation of this line can be said by them! The Emperor’s Majesty will not be here. I am biased towards the north!"

“Yeah, they solved the problem of inconvenient transportation, which is the biggest reason for the loss of southern cotton in the competition last year,” Daniel helped analyze. “After solving or reducing the cost of transportation...you It is known that Mr. Viscount, due to the climate and soil, the cotton from the south to the yield is indeed stronger than the north, and the plantations in the north are simply not competitive."

"In the name of the **** of business! I just invested a large sum of money in the plantation of Count Dürer! I also called several friends!" Viscount Hemir could not help but raise the volume, his aristocratic demeanor. They were almost completely broken. "God, how can the Duke of Severn lend money to those in the South?"

"The Duke of Severn is a bank. Banks can't refuse legitimate loans." Daniel couldn't help but remind, "Not to mention that you know that the Duke of Severn himself was born in the South... he can't offend That strong lady."

"So I didn't want to get married - it would ruin the dignity of a man!" Viscount Hemir stood up, squatting back and forth anxiously, then suddenly stopped in front of Daniel. "Sorry, Master, look. I have to end this meeting ahead of time - this can be delayed. My personal loss is nothing, but I don't want to bear the anger of the partner."

"I can understand your mood," Daniel stood up, and the artificial nerve cord behind him squirmed and contracted. "And I should leave without saying it - my apprentice is still waiting outside. Before I leave, I suggest you Go to the Earl of Dule to discuss - his connections in the parliament can produce better results."

"Thank you for your reminder, you are really my mentor and friend," Viscount Hemir stepped forward and grabbed Daniel's hand and shook. "If it weren't for you, I don't know how many detours to go!"

Daniel smiled and accepted the gratitude of the revolutionary aristocrat, then waved his hand to the next coat rack, let the staff and robes fly into their hands, put them on themselves, and then left the residence of the Viscount. .

He came to the side of the road and took the carriage waiting for him. The female apprentice Mary sat in the car and didn't seem to have left.

After a while, a carriage with an emblem was driven from the main entrance of the Viscount of Hermione and hurried to the distance.

——Although Tifeng’s magic car technology has already achieved breakthroughs, practical vehicles have entered the sights of the upper aristocracy, but because of its priority supply of military and industrial construction, it has not been widely spread among the middle and lower aristocrats, and the carriage is still large. The choice of some aristocrats to travel.

Daniel looked at the street through the gap in the window, with a smile on his face.

Mary noticed this smile and couldn't help but ask: "Guide, you seem very happy?"

"Because I helped our Augustus all the next time..."

“Helped you a busy one?” Mary looked confused.

“Yeah,” Daniel whispered. “I helped him take some detours...”