Chapter 565 Steel

This seems to be an age of steel.

As if overnight, the world familiar to the people on this land had undergone earth-shaking changes.

Last year, people were still living the same days that have not changed for hundreds of years. The commoners worked in the mud, the sun rose and the sun went down. The knights rode their horses around the castle. They were majestic and majestic. Feasting day and night in castles, and country taverns filled with wild stories of dark magic, wizards, monsters and warriors, people lived their lives in their place, as a century ago, two It was the same centuries ago.

But suddenly one day, the nobles sent troops to go out, the mighty knights dressed neatly and left the territory, the nobles also left the castle, the mighty army, with the collected food and colorful flags Gone - the old people said that this kind of thing will happen several times in one's life. The knights who go on expedition will return to the territory with a lot of gold and silver and groups of slaves after a year or a half, but those who go out on expedition will return to the territory The knights never came back, nor did the nobles in those castles.

Old people have never encountered such a thing.

There is a new lord in the castle, the lord is abolished, the lord's law is abolished, a new and powerful lord sets new rules for the whole South, the council replaces the lord and advisor, the clerk replaces the tax collector And the steward, the rules of the whole world have changed greatly, and it has become thrilling.

And then, the age of steel arrived - so was last week's paper.

Sam, who lives in the surrounding villages of Horsman, thinks this description is very appropriate, and it is indeed a term that a cultural person can come up with.

The rising sun dissipates the water vapor accumulated at night. In the early summer of the northern country, there is a refreshing morning, and the lukewarm temperature makes people feel relaxed and happy. Sam came out of the house, wearing the linen clothes he bought last year, with a kettle around his waist, shoes on his feet, and in his hands the pancakes he was going to eat on the road because he didn't have time to eat breakfast, he walked towards the yard of the "Agricultural Machinery Management Office". go.

There are seventeen people named Sam in the village. Most of the uneducated country people can't think of other names. It's either Sam or George, or John and Tom, but since the night school last year, everyone has learned a few words. Ten people named Sam changed their names, but that didn't include him.

He didn't like his name either, but felt that he had been called this name for half his life and was really used to it.

He just changed the name of his son "Tom" to "Parney". The teacher at night school said that this word is a noun in the magic industry, which means "power" - he thinks his son is himself 's motivation.

The yard of the Agricultural Machinery Management Office is in front.

Sam quickened his pace, feeling a little expectant.

Agricultural machinery was brought by the Government Affairs Department, and just like the arable land allocation and measurement bills, they were all new things promoted by the new lords. As a farmer who just learned a few words at night school, Sam doesn't understand the mechanics of those machines, just like he doesn't understand why the lords relocate people from remote villages to Hossman City and surrounding villages and towns Same, but that doesn't stop him from figuring out one thing: farm machinery is a good thing.

Those rumbling machines are so powerful that they are worth the strength of several people and several cows. With them, plus cheap druid potions, and re-planning and measuring the integrated land, this year The harvest of food is unbelievable.

The door of the Agricultural Machinery Management Office was open, and Sam walked in cautiously. He glanced left and right, and did not see anyone who had arrived earlier than himself, and then he saw the machine made of steel - it was quiet Quietly parked in the yard.

It has rigid lines, like a large iron box, with rows of wheels and metal belts wrapped around the wheels on the sides, and at the front of the machine, a frame with picks, chains, and rollers. Machinery.

A young man was busy around the lead-grey machine, seemingly checking the connection of the mechanism at the rear of the machine that was used to pack and throw the straw. He saw Sam and raised his finger not far away. 's little house: "Go to register there, I'll be ready in a while."

Sam hurriedly nodded to the young man and walked quickly into the hut in the courtyard.

A government clerk in a white shirt was sitting in the hut and was flipping through a newspaper. Sam came to the table and saw a bold black headline on the newspaper. After barely identifying it, he understood that it was. What: "Pioneer to Carroll Region - Citizens Cheer Along the Shore"

In the panel next to him, he saw another line of headlines with a slightly smaller font size: "The bandits in the gravel mountain are subsided, and a total of seven sworn knights are accepted."

"Do you recognize the words?"

The clerk behind the desk raised his head and looked at the peasant standing in front of him as he spoke—this was a typical peasant, hunched over, dark, with thick hands and feet, and wrinkles had crept up his face early. Looks like an old man, but should have just reached middle age.

Sam woke up in horror and nodded hurriedly: "Ah, recognize, recognize... I'm sorry sir, I'm..."

"It's fine, it's a good thing to know the words, know more words, and you will be able to read more knowledge from books in the future," the clerk laughed, "Don't be so nervous, I'm not an aristocrat - I'm a commoner just like you. "

"Hey," Sam nodded flusteredly. The gentlemen and ladies of the Council are all kind and good people, at least much kinder than the former tax officers and stewards, but he still faced these people. Subconsciously tense, "I... I'm here to borrow a harvester and a tractor, and I'll be in the front row three days ago."

As he spoke, he took out the note that was close to him. It was the number he got in this yard three days ago. Since he got it, he didn't dare to put the note at a distance for three days. The place where he is more than one meter: there is only one harvester and one tractor here, which were transferred from Hossman City not long ago. This new machine is as precious as the magic car. Opportunities...are equally precious.

The clerk sent by the Government Affairs Office to manage agricultural machinery glanced at the contents of the note, compared it with the registration book he had in hand, and nodded: "Sam, right? I have your name and resident number. Rent for half a day and harvest the road. The land in the West Second District."

"Yes, yes," Sam nodded again and again, "Second district, second district."

"Your certificate, the mechanic is in the yard. You should have seen it just now. Just give it to him. The tractor has gone to town to pick up the goods. It will be back in a while. I will ask the mechanic to find you," the man in a white shirt said. The clerk took out a printed card from under the table and handed it to Sam, "In addition, you don't need to pay, your family is the first group of activists to respond to the land replacement, and the remuneration for the mechanics has been paid by the Government Affairs Office. already."

"thanks, thanks."

Sam took the voucher, thanked him repeatedly, and hurried out of the room.

The clerk in charge of managing the agricultural machinery watched the simple farmer go out, and then lowered his head and looked at the register in his hand.

The names lined up on it made him laugh.

When the first tractor was transported to Hossman, that rattling, powerful and majestic machine scared away half the crowd of onlookers, just like the first magic car entered the city and the first water pump turned on Same, causing quite a bit of confusion.

But in such a short time, so many people came to borrow harvesters and tractors.

This should be attributed to the several machine demonstrations organized by the Government Affairs Department a while ago. In front of the public, the Government Affairs Department showed people how useful agricultural machines can be, which dispelled everyone's doubts. After all, for farmers, more energy Fight for food, above all else.

The harvester is a new thing. It only appeared after the appearance of the magic vehicle. It is said that the magic technicians in Cecil City were researching agricultural machinery as soon as they built the magic vehicle. This spring, a series of incredible machines was built.

Regardless of the emergence of any new technology product, it will be first applied to the military to ensure the safety of the homeland, and then try its best to use it in the civilian population to ensure the prosperity of the people, and the upper class will always be the last of all applications. This is the difference between Cecil and other places. The place.

The clerk sorted out the records of renting the harvester for the past week, lamented the rapid development of the new gadget of the magic industry, and at the same time lamented this year's bumper harvest.

Since the implementation of the New Deal, Hossman is the area that has undergone the most rapid and thorough transformation. With the efforts of the Daedalus consul, the Council of Ministers has applied Cecil's successful experience to this land, which has proved to be fruitful. , especially in the agricultural sector.

A large number of rural households in remote villages moved to the periphery of the city and several key satellite towns. The land of the old noble fields and knight manor was re-measured and distributed, and became the contracted land of the new immigrants. Relying on the distribution of grain seeds, the sale of druid potions at low prices, and unified agronomy training, coupled with appropriate incentives and punishments, the originally disorganized traditional farming was quickly replaced by Cecil-style "planned agriculture", and now , the results of all this came to the people——

A predictable harvest.

In the yard, Sam handed the card to the mechanic who was in charge of the machine, then grabbed the armrest on the side of the machine and climbed to the seat next to the mechanic. He took a deep breath, trying to calm down his nervousness.

He glanced down at the shoe on his feet and was relieved to make sure it wasn't damaged while climbing the tracks and pedals.

This is his first pair of new shoes in recent years.

The machine started up. Driven by magic power, there was a sound of parts running in its steel "belly". When it just started to vibrate, Sam subconsciously grasped the armrest by his hand, and there was a layer in the palm of his hand. sweat, but his pounding heart had calmed down as the machine passed smoothly through the yard gate.

He saw that there was endless land outside, waiting to be cultivated, one of which belonged to him.

It calmed him down more than anything.

Sam sat on the machine monster, watching the mechanic skillfully manipulate the levers, pedals, and steering wheel, directing the heavy steel creation forward in a way he couldn't understand, and suddenly felt a little envious.

He didn't know if he had the chance to touch those levers and pedals with his own hands. He felt that he probably had no chance. He was too old to learn such complicated things, but Parney...he was still young, he said. Not sure it will work.

That kid has learned a lot at school. He is the smartest kid the whole family has ever had. Let him keep learning, maybe he can become a "mechanic" - a smart man who specializes in manipulating machines.

Machines made of steel drive towards the wilderness.

Gone are the knights who wore armour and flaunted their power between towns and villages, the nobles who feasted all day in the castles, and the group of people in the country taverns who discussed dark magic and wizards have now learned to hold newspapers. Voice Review, and Sam...

Sam felt the vibration and force of the steel beneath him as he sat on the machine heading for his ploughing field.

This is probably the so-called "Age of Steel".

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In Cecil City, in the Machinery Manufacturing Institute-Agricultural Machinery I workshop, Gawain was filled with emotion when he saw the rough and simple, yet powerful behemoth in front of him.

This thing... sure enough, it was finally built in the tractor assembly shop.

A white knight from the Church of the Holy Light is praying for this behemoth: "...the Holy Light bless its road wheels and tracks, may it never overturn, bless its gun barrel, may it never overheat, bless it engine, may it always be full of power..."

In the devout (probably) and solemn (really) prayers of the white knight, the young knight Philip stepped forward and knocked on the outer shell of the steel chariot, feeling the coldness and hardness of the metal, the knight turned his head, With a smile on his face: "My lord, I think I finally understand what you mean by 'the age of steel' - as you said, this is indeed the age of steel."