Chapter 862： Xinmiao

From the fertile woodland to the valley corridor, from Boulder to Solingborg, from the Gorgon River to the mountains at the entrance to the east, the land that was once burned by war and frozen in the cold for a winter is rapidly recovering.

The warm wind blowing from the southern region swept across the vast wilderness of the Sorin region, shaking the green seedlings on the field, rolling the flag flying on the wall of Solimburg, and the blue Cecil emblem on the flag followed the wind ups and downs.

A young officer in a black-blue coat walked briskly on the semi-open corridor that crosses between the city wall and the fortress. He passed through the newly restored passage and through the brand-new main fort. The arch passed through the 234-year-old inner fortress corridor, and finally rang the wooden door of the Construction Corps Command Office.

After receiving a response, the young officer came in.

In a knightly uniform, with a refreshing pony tail and a beautiful temperament, Margarita was sitting behind her desk. She looked up and looked at the subordinates who appeared in front of her: "Anything to report?"

"Yes, sir," said the young military officer in a neat and tidy military salute, saying meticulously, "After receiving rumors from Boulder City, Red Maple City, and abundant woodland, the magic net hub device required for the second phase of the project has been successfully started. Currently, The network backbone of the eastern plains has taken shape. "

Margarita nodded: "How is the situation at the Sorin main hub?"

"The Sorin main hub is in good condition and all the data are in line with expectations. Ms. Beltila also provided a very detailed observation report on the central crystal array. The report has been approved by the team of experts and the relevant information will be given to you after finishing Look around. "

"Hoo ..." Margarita exhaled softly. "Our efforts so long haven't been in vain ... we are one step closer to our national communications plan."

"Except for the southern border where construction has been completed, we seem to be the fastest progressing region," said the younger subordinate with a hint of pride. "We are building in a ruin, but much faster than other places-secondly It's on the west bank. Then west and east. It is said that the north border has only begun to prepare for the second phase project ... "

"This is because the empire gave us more than half of the engineering power and countless manpower and material resources," Margarita glanced at her, shook her head, "and it is because the East Bank is a reconstruction area that we can make progress. So fast-the construction of the Corps is based on the reconstruction of the camp, and the establishment of the camp while advancing the magic net hub, and the convenient 'infrastructure' such as the giant tree of Solin, these conditions are not available in other regions. "

"... You're right."

"Stop that," Margarita waved her hand. "The backbone network is only the first step, and it is the simplest step. It is not difficult to connect the major cities to the Internet. The difficulty is that there are still a few surrounding cities. Unclear towns and even villages, all of which must be completed in His Majesty's plan.

"While waiting for the progress of other regional projects, we still have a lot of things to do. Go ahead and prepare for a meeting tomorrow morning ..."

The young subordinates left, and Margarita exhaled softly. After a little calmness, she got up and left the desk, walking to the floor-to-ceiling window next to her.

Solingborg, which is gradually recovering, is bathed in the brilliant noon sun, and residents who have migrated here are busy living their lives in the city blocks that are gradually being repaired.

A group of businessmen from the east are loading and unloading goods in the square below the castle. They bring the most popular sugar and spices here, and they are preparing to transport the local specialty "Sorin tree fruit" to a distance.

The sound of cheerful music is coming from the other corner of the square: Today, there are artists from the north entering the city, and the dancers with bright costumes are spinning and dancing on the temporary stage. The two young people are busy at the edge of the stage, and they use the magic terminal to make The mist and flying snowflakes added a stunning effect to the original humble stage and dance.

Even though magic net radio and newspaper ghosts appear in this world, some traditional entertainment still has room for them to survive, especially in relatively remote and isolated areas or in special conditions. The limited magic net facilities cannot meet the needs of everyone. Bards and travellers are as welcome as ever.

And these people who are active in the new era are also using their own methods to approach and explore this fast-changing world, adapt, learn, and strive to survive.

Every day here is lively.

The female knight from the southern Kant region sighed, but couldn't help showing a smile.

Born and raised in a small place, she is a "knight from the countryside." She never thought that she would one day stand here and have her current status. The position of the head of the Solin Construction Corps is a position that her deceased father could not imagine-the old-fashioned old man has maintained the farm for a lifetime for the Kant family. Even as a knight, his knowledge may not be comparable to this era. An ordinary citizen of China, but at this moment Margarita's mind suddenly appeared a sentence that his father once said to himself:

"Margarita, good things don't always happen in this world-many times, bad things may be more, but as long as the sun will rise tomorrow, we may wish to look forward to the future, just like civilians Expect the same for the second year. "

The female knight's gaze crossed the city, over the city walls, and in the high castle, the vision of the transcendent allowed her to clearly see the green waves undulating on the farmland outside the city.

The seeds bred by the Druid Institute and Ms. Bertila are thriving on this land. They have higher survival rates, higher cold and wind resistance, and are said to have higher yields. Greta doesn't understand farming, but she knows what those undulating waves represent, and that is the hope of the whole plain for a whole year.

The empire used multi-funded food for the reconstruction area in exchange for the opportunity to continue to the next harvest season, and the construction corps and the reconstruction camp builders did not waste this opportunity. With the help of soil purification agents, the reconstruction area has exceeded its quota Completed the spring plowing plan that was originally formulated-now that summer has arrived, hope is flowing in the wheat fields.

Every day, soldiers patrolled villages and towns around the country. Margarita ordered that sentry posts be set up in all grain-producing areas. Armed soldiers and militiamen guarded the fields day and night like dragons guarding treasures. Everything— Whether it is a bandit that has been cleaned up or a beast that has destroyed the field, no grain can be touched.

The same was true when the father guarded the farm for the Kant family-although some people ridiculed that he would soon become a knight with a pitchfork, but his father never let any bandits and herds destroy the farm under his guard.

"In the end, I'm still 'inheriting my family business'," the knight from Kant suddenly smiled to herself, and the waves of the distant wheat field reflected in her eyes. "It should be a good harvest ..."

...

There should be a good harvest this year.

A young Government Office official with dark complexion, strong hands and feet, and short brown hair, squatted by the field and carefully pulled out a bunch of wheat. He watched the plant's health and then put it into a special crystal Inside the glass tube, he nodded slightly.

Several others were busy beside him. Some were collecting soil samples, some were recording and statistical data, and some were using the alchemy agent to test the land and plants in the field.

"It's fine," the young brown hair ministry official said to those around him. "These seeds look good."

"The wheat seed ii used in the Western Region is said to be in a bad condition-although it has not reached a point where it is too bad, but it has not met expectations at all," said another official of the Home Affairs Department, shaking his head. The follow-up of the seeds has met expectations and the production plan will not be affected. "

"The purification of the soil was the most successful part, and all the purification plans were overdone," said the person in charge of collecting soil samples, standing with a trace of emotion. "I never expected that the Saint-Sinier's alchemy factory finally came into being. The biggest effect, fills the gap of purification agents ... "

"The aristocrats of the old king's capital built a lot of factories in the 'New Deal Reform', and soon they abandoned most of them for various reasons. However, although the factory was abandoned, at least the equipment inside was good stuff purchased from the southern border. It can be used for debugging-unfortunately, some of the machines in the factory were dismantled during the war to cast weapons and strengthen the city defense. "

"Things that can't be helped, Romlin, at least when it comes to guarding the old kings, we can't blame the group of nobles who chose to stick to them," the colleague who collected the soil samples shook his head, then looked at the brown hair The wheat sample in the young man's hand, "Let's take it back to Minister Norris for a look. He is still waiting."

The young administration official, called Romlin, glanced down at the transparent container in his hand, and the vibrant plant was lying quietly in the green.

...

When a breeze blew into the house through the open window, Norris opened his eyes slowly. He saw someone nearby, and a fragrant fragrance of plants wafted in the room.

"It's time to bloom ..." the old man said softly, as if to himself, "It's so fast ..."

The creeping sound of creeping vines came from the side, and a group of moving flower vines came to Norris's bed. Bertila looked down at the old man in the bed surrounded by flowers and vines, and her stiff face could not help showing There was a hint of helplessness: "Now is not the time to care about this-take a good rest is your current job."

"Aren't I taking a break," Norris looked at the woman surrounded by flowers and vines, a smile on her wrinkled face, "I've never taken a rest like this in my life."

Beltila frowned at Norris, and a slightly stronger wind blew into the room than before, causing a string of shell bells hanging from the window to crackle.

A vine spread across the floor, walls, and windowsill, closing the windows quickly and silently.

Norris glanced helplessly at Bertila: "The druids say that fresh air is good for me."

"Fresh air isn't a twenty-four hour blow—and it depends on how strong the wind is," Beltila said coldly. "And can those druids compare to me? I picked up the oak cane. Their grandpa's grandfather wasn't born yet. "

Norris stunned, and suddenly couldn't help laughing-but perhaps too hard, his laughter quickly turned into a series of coughs.

The cough was stopped by Beltila's healing spell.

"Is this laughable?" The former Dean of Everything, the pioneer of the pioneer, the princess of Tifeng, frowned at this moment, with a slight dissatisfaction.

"I just remembered Your Majesty, and he would say something similar," Norris gasped, slowly speaking slowly, "I was suddenly a little curious, do people like you who have lived for a long time like to come by age and generation. joke……"

"We're just stating the fact, but the fact itself sounds like a joke," Beltila said casually. "Compared to this, why don't you think about your own affairs-how about, accept my proposal? Although aging is one of the most difficult to reverse the law of life, but we still have a way, I can improve the methods I have used as less harmful as possible, and among your younger juniors, I believe there is more than one People will be willing to give you a small portion ... "

"Ms. Bertila, I know you are kind," Norris interrupted, "but you know my answer.

"To prolong my life at the cost of the health of others, I cannot accept this.

"Although I know that this is the result of you improving the ban as much as possible, we all know that this level of improvement is still not in line with the laws of the empire ... even with volunteers.

"The law and order of the empire ... was paid for it at a great cost. I don't want it to be damaged, especially I don't want to set a precedent with me.

"Because ... I love it all."