I'm working on infrastructure in Xihuan

"Food is a must." Yixi held the book and read it word by word.He read very slowly, and his deep magnetic voice was mixed with the rich and slightly astringent incense, creating a light and ethereal atmosphere in the room.

"Even the strongest knight cannot overcome hunger, and the god who makes the light shine must bow to the goddess of harvest..."

There is no long sword or leather armor, and the feeling of the overly smooth silk cloth against the skin makes him feel uncomfortable. He stares at the words in the book, so that his attention will not be distracted by a certain Lord Duke who is close at hand. .

This job of making money while sitting and lying down is really not as easy as he thought.

And the joy of being a leader is that the people below are working hard outside, but Lucien can lie on the legs of the beautiful Hall mercenary, lazily playing with the young man's smooth and soft silver hair, while talking in a low and soft voice. The voice read him an adventure tale from the bard.

The protagonist of the story is a fictional Hall mercenary who appears and disappears like a ghost crawling out of a cemetery.

Therefore, the authenticity of the story is open to question, but the level of the bard's writing is many times better than Issy's dry "then and then", spreading out a broad and interesting picture for Lucien like a poem.

He has never seen it, and only heard about the imagined fantasy world sporadically from the mouths of people around him.

After reading a page, Izzy suddenly got stuck after turning the page. Lucien waited patiently for two seconds, and suddenly realized something. He reached out and took a look at the book, "Don't you know this word?"

"...Yes." Izzy didn't know whether to slander Lucien for his slow response, but considering Lucien's growth environment, he felt that his slowness was reasonable.

A normal person would throw a book to a mercenary for him to read, as if a person should be able to read.

Lucien blinked. It's not like he doesn't have common sense in this area. He clearly knows that the rate of cultural penetration in this world is not that high, but the environment he was in before and after crossing did give him the recognition of everyone in this world. word illusion.

No wonder when he threw the book to Issy to read, the other party seemed hesitant to say a lot and wanted to say a lot.

"What about school? Have you ever been to it?" Lucien asked with interest. Issy can read and write basically, which means he must have received education—a rather basic enlightenment education that is not very systematic.

Yixi thought for a while and replied: "I haven't been there, but I basically know the common words."

Can read and write so that they will not be cheated by their employers in the entrusted task book. The elders in the tribe will teach them basic reading and writing, and when performing tasks, they will also passively or actively expand their knowledge reserves due to task requirements. Simple text of several surrounding countries.

But he did not go to school seriously.

There are only two kinds of schools in this world. One is the missionary school affiliated to the Church of Light. While spreading the teachings, it will teach students basic skills such as grammar and arithmetic. Students with magic or martial arts talents will teach additionally. A reserve army of church priests and guardian knights.

The other is a private school supported by the great nobles behind the scenes. It has rich teaching resources and a variety of courses, and sends a large number of outstanding talents to the empire every year.If Lucien's health wasn't so bad, he would probably be sent to this kind of school to major in art, philosophy and literature, and then become an artist or scholar.

The better way out for the descendants of nobles without special talents is this type of occupation. They are elegant and pleasant-sounding and will not be excluded from the social circle.

However, Issy couldn't get into either of the above two schools.

It is true that missionary schools have always advertised that there is no discrimination regardless of one's background, but the tuition is high, and you must be a believer in the God of Light. Heretics like Isi are not even allowed to set foot in the temple.

As for private schools...that's for the nobility.

"That's it—" Lucien raised his eyebrows, clicked on the part of Isika's shell in the book and read the half sentence by himself, let go of the page and lay back comfortably, "Continue."

Just for a moment, he thought about the feasibility of popularizing compulsory education—the popularization of education in the cross-travel text is a basic operation that has been badly written, and there are indeed two cultural and scientific attributes in his territory that need to be improved by popularizing education. Data items, but engaging in education is a cake that grabs food from the church and shares with the nobles. If the foundation is unstable and too hasty, you may kill yourself.

Write it in the schedule first, since it is the system data he wants to flash, there will always be a day when it is needed.

Thinking about it, Lucien checked his redemption list to see if there was anything that could be used. If the data is not enough and unlocked, he can put it in the shopping list, so as not to forget or find it in the future.

Early childhood enlightenment education... Primary and secondary school textbooks...

Some more tutorials...

After thinking about it for a while, Lucien added a whole set of textbooks for teaching qualifications and exam preparation, covering everything from teaching ability to educational psychology. In the future, no matter what, he will be able to fill in a group of teachers that can be used by him.

At this moment, Lucien's eyes are closed and he is obsessed with the system. In Issy's eyes, he is finally coaxing this person to sleep.He breathed a sigh of relief, and finished reading the adventure story in his hand professionally, before politely rolling his eyes at this rubbish story.

What kind of adventure does the weak chicken of the bard know? After reading the beginning, Izzy knows that this story is on the same level as the stories of most Hall mercenaries. More than [-]% of it comes from the free imagination of the creator, and because the audience is Lucy En, such a naive little nobleman, has almost no bloody and violent plots that are not suitable for children.

Carefully putting down the beautifully bound book in his hand, Issie couldn't help but whispered a few more words about the luxury of the nobility, how good it is to print something meaningful on such a good paper, and print some nonsense adventure stories.

Seeing this kind of thing every day, it's no wonder that the 16-year-old adult is a lord, and he is so innocent and spoiled like a princess on a tower.

Issy restrained her urge to reach out and pinch His Excellency the Duke's cheek. This disease has worn away the little flesh that Lucien had managed to raise, and his face was so thin that it couldn't hold the flesh.

Issy convinced himself so well, leaned against the head of the bed to let his mind go, and let the duke, who was sleeping more and more into his arms and had his hands and feet stuffed into his clothes, be at the mercy of the Duke, dutifully acting as a pillow.

Here Lucien had to explain that he didn't intend to take advantage of others, but because of his poor health, his hands and feet were cold, and Yixi, a mercenary, was full of blood and his body temperature was as high as a stove.

Although Lucien can restrain himself from moving around when he is asleep, but the brat in his head is more honest about his desires, he just focuses on studying the time when the exchange list is out of control for a while, and consciously stuffs his hands and feet into a warmer place .

Izzy didn't think that Lucien would have such a weird taste that he would have any thoughts about a Hall mercenary. Not only did he considerately help him cover the quilt, he adjusted to a more convenient posture for Lucien to curl up in, and he also looked at the unknown William, who was standing outside the door at the moment, gestured for silence.

Shhh - sleeping.

The so-called leader is not that you rack your brains to discuss business with someone and come back, only to find that he sleeps comfortably, quietly and peacefully, like a vicious face of a winner in life.

William took a deep breath, took another deep breath, and "accidentally" bumped into the table as he backed away.The thick carpet swallowed the sound of the table legs rubbing against the ground, but the vases, teacups and incense burners on the table inevitably collided with each other and made a few soft noises.

Izzy immediately felt the person on top of him move, and murmured vaguely.

"...Huh?" Lucien half-opened his eyes, then squinted and blinked again, looking a little sleepy, "...what's wrong?"

"Good day, Your Excellency the Duke." William bowed, trying not to gnash his teeth too much into the greeting.

Look at the big sun outside!Look at my tired face!what to sleep!What the hell are you sleeping on!

Get up and listen to the work report!

……

"...Good day?" Lucien sat up, as if he hadn't fully woken up, stared at William for a while and then asked slowly, "Is everything settled?"

As soon as he started talking, Yixi immediately got up and walked out, not looking at or listening to anything that was not within his scope of work.This was all a bloody experience. No matter how famous their Hall mercenaries were with their strict mouth and bad memory, it didn't prevent some employers from thinking that dead people would shut up forever.

William moved his feet to make way for Issie, pretending that he lowered his head and couldn't see Lucien's dissatisfied expression because of Issie's departure, he waited for someone to go out and close the door before replying: "I have talked a little bit about purchasing food. Three of the grain merchants' associations have enough cash to sell to us, one is the chamber of commerce in the eastern province [Mansui], and the chambers of commerce in the north [Qiu Cang] and [Brother Luigi]. But the northern ones Food prices are generally high, and they know that the weather here is not right this year, so the price hikes are fierce."

Not only did he talk to Pierce, who was full of ears, but he also went to several other chambers of commerce. He couldn't go wrong by shopping around to gather more information.

"I wrote a summary, you can take a look at it." William handed over the results of his hard work. Of course, he knew that Lucien was probably not interested in such things, so he went directly to the oral summary session.

"Comprehensively, full ears are the most suitable. Although the transportation will take a little longer than buying in the north, it will not exceed five days. The variety can provide two kinds of public rations, wheat and beans, and the price is as low as wheat [-]. One catty of broken corners, twelve broken corners of beans per catty, which is almost [-]% of the market price this year. Vegetables and meat can be delivered regularly if we need them, but because space vehicles cannot be used for food transportation, the transportation cost will be calculated separately ..."

As William spoke, he couldn't stop the car and began to describe the advantages and disadvantages of each chamber of commerce in detail. Lucien listened to the background sound and flipped through the summary book he sent.

William belonged to the students taught in typical church schools. He didn't pay much attention to rhetoric and grammar in non-sacred documents. He just needed to express the meaning accurately. Although it was vulgar and uneducated in the eyes of the nobles, it was much more convenient to read.

To be reasonable and to write a report official document is not to be simple, straightforward and focused. There are seven rhetoric and eight metaphors in one sentence. Those who don’t know it think they are engaged in password warfare.

Especially in the documents on taxation, population and fields, Lucien fully felt the backwardness of the development of practical style in this era when he opened the first page.

What he wants to see is how many free people, how many serfs, how many craftsmen, who owns a manor, how much arable land and how much tax he pays every year, rather than "The white horse of the second earl of xxx set foot here, and since then this land has grown fruits and wheat. "Grain" narrative poem, he needs to find the key points between the lines.

How should I put it...Excel is really a good thing, he should swear less at work.