If I let you farm, will you become the emperor of the empire?

Roman received a intensive education in the first year of his arrival.

He founded the manor school, with only two teachers at the beginning, and all children under the age of fifteen must receive education.

And now, six years have passed.

The size of the school has long been no longer a small fight, but a super large unit involving a five-digit population.

New schools are built every six months.

Up to now, there are more than a dozen schools scattered in the two cities of origin and prosperity, and undertake the function of education.

Every day, thousands of students write numerology in classrooms of various schools.

Graduates who pass the exam every month have passed the school gate.

These graduates are very young.

Some people are even under ten years old, with different personalities and mixed feelings.

But they passed basic education and also understood words and numbers.

Roman also asked them to participate in management, develop their abilities, and learn various skills at work.

Organize labor, demographic statistics, material distribution, publicity of laws, mediate conflicts, and even emergency management...

Over the years, they have participated in various tasks, starting from being an intern apprentice and then becoming managers of a certain position.

They gradually grew up under Roman's nose.

Because the two cities have a population of only more than 200,000.

Roman actually had very little time at his desk. Most of the time, he visited workplaces everywhere like a general.

From small oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, and large to agricultural breeding.

Roman inspects certain important places such as coal iron towns and gold mines many times a year to correct mistakes at all times to ensure the correctness of the direction of progress.

This means that those children have to deal with Roman every year after graduation, and even young apostles mingle in the crowd, looking at him with longing eyes.

They were taught and influenced by Roman.

Visit the military's training, diet and drills.

Participate in sowing, fertilizing and harvesting in agriculture.

And, in this practical environment.

Without graduation, Roman was their principal. After graduation, Roman was their superior.

As a result, these people will be Roman's most reliable ruling team and believe in the decrees he issued.

Once upon a time, Roman ruled the foundations of his noble blood and duke enthronement.

But in the eyes of this new generation, Roman's dominance comes from himself.

A ten-year-old child five years ago will be fifteen years later, and twenty years later.

In fact, the first batch of graduates have now broken away from their interns and received their salaries as civil servants, becoming the backbone of the society built by Roman.

Of course, there are also eliminated students among them.

Either they are misconduct or make big mistakes.

For various reasons, the elimination was kicked out of the administrative team by Roman.

But this does not mean that they are waste. In fact, any literate person is contributing to society.

Although Roman also attaches great importance to military education.

Exercise during the day and read at night.

For soldiers, it is equivalent to daily tasks, and they can also take on the functions of managing the people and are extremely efficient.

But the army is an army and wants to go to the battlefield. They will die in battle and be transferred elsewhere as the situation changes.

What's more, regular training time alone occupies most of the army's energy - if soldiers don't train for a month, their combat effectiveness will be reduced by 20%.

To rule for a long time, it is still inseparable from pure civilians.

The more thorough the literacy campaign and the longer the time, the faster the Roman sweeps the world.

The architectural drawings drawn by Roman were just handed out, and in a blink of an eye, they turned into two schools and rose up.

He read the report documents handed over by various schools and found that there were about 500 more graduates this quarter, who could understand the written terms and write them out.

These children have not been tempered now, but after four or five years of participating in the work, they will know how to organize manpower and manage the people.

accelerate!

Everything accelerates!

Speed ​​is the only god!

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This winter is terrible.

But it was finally passed.

Start at a moment.

The earth quietly melts ice and snow...

The seventh year spring is coming slowly...

The crow fell on the sprouting branches in the cold wind, and the squirrels curled up in the tree holes to spend the winter poked out their heads, the river surface shattered, the fish jumped out of the water, rushing happily.

Gvère led the donkey and strolled in the spring wheat fields of Origin City with Silver Moon Lesa.

Her favorite is the slate road here.

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

The fields in the basin are beautiful and full of rural soil.

The residents of Origin City spent a lot of effort and eventually laid hundreds of kilometers of length of gravel and gravel.

The roads are crisscrossed and the rules are clear. Looking down from a high place, you can see it cutting the vast farmland into symmetrical squares, each with dozens of acres of land.

The slabs are taken from granite and limestone and are made by many stonemasons using iron wedges and hammers.

If there is no water left in rainy days, it will flow to the canal.

During the snowy period, there is no need to worry about the muddy ground and heavy soles of the shoe.

"Mr. Gewei, I wish you good health." The passing farmer took off his hat and paid tribute.

"You are healthy, too."

"Mr. Gwyer, thank you for the miracle of harvest." Another farmer said.

"It was Roman who asked me to do it."

"His Highness, the tolerant and kind Lord, may His blessings shine on us forever as the sun."

Their gratitude came from the heart, but they had been scolded and did not dare to disturb Gweil. They just passed by her and said something, and then left in a hurry.

They carried hoes and shovels and wanted to work in the paddy fields.

But Gwigil finished the blessing work on the test field and was on his way to Fengrao City, running contrary to them.

"Lesha, are you leaving?" Gweil looked at Silver Moon with a little reluctant look.

But this instruction was a decision made by Roman and the Prophet.

Lesa whispered, “I will go north and awaken our sleeping sister.”

When she first came, she was a humble auxiliary witch. Roman asked her to come just to assist Gwigel's work.

To this day, she has transformed herself into being able to be in the Witch Forest and become one of Roman's close attendants, but she has not surpassed Gvär and is still her support.

The witch-level assist made Gwigle transform.

Her spell effect has been improved by a certain level.

Quickly return to the blue, reduce the cooldown time of the skill by half.

Gwigle fully understood what a nanny who had left the Holy Grail was.

Her strong mana allows her to squander spells without any bottom line. In the past, she would cast spells once a year to increase her yield, but now it has increased to two to three times.

For rice, a crop that is ripe twice a year, Gvère casts spells to increase the yield to the current limit.

According to estimates, the lowest yield per mu of rice this year is 500 kilograms, and some can reach more than 700 kilograms.

Of course, such huge production capacity is also a heavy burden for Gweier.

Because she alone has to bear hundreds of thousands of acres of crop seeds.

Lesa is really important to her.

"Your Highness said that after I leave, he will send a caster who is proficient in Silver Moon spells to help you, and, Gwigil, you don't have to continue to increase your yield. Next, just keep the current seeds from deteriorating. .”