Chapter 565： Steel (1/2)

This seems to be an era of steel.

As if overnight, the world familiar to the people on this land has undergone tremendous changes.

Last year, people were still living in the days of no change for hundreds of years. The civilians worked between the mud and the sunset and the sunset. The knights patrol the castle around the castle. The mighty and powerful, the nobles and husbands are There is no banquet in the castle, and the pubs in the country are filled with absurd stories about black magic, wizards, monsters and warriors. People live in their own positions, a century ago, two This is still the case before the century.

However, one day, the nobles and the princes went out to the army. The mighty knights left the territory neatly, and the nobles left the castle, the mighty army, with the grain and colorful flags collected. After the old people said that such a person will always encounter several times in a lifetime, the knight who went to the expedition will return to the territory with a large pile of gold and silver and a group of slaves after a year and a half, but those who have gone out Not coming back, the nobles in the castle did not return.

Old people have not encountered such a thing.

The new owner came in the castle, the lord was abolished, the lord's law was abolished, and a new and powerful lord set new rules for the entire South. The Office of Administration replaced the lord and consultant, and the clerk replaced the tax collector. And the governing person, the whole world rules have changed dramatically, and it has become thrilling.

Then, the era of steel came to the newspapers of last week.

Sam, who lives in the village around Hosman, feels that this description is very appropriate, and that is really a term that cultural people can come up with.

The rising sun dispels the water vapor accumulated in the night, and there is a refreshing morning in the early summer of the northern country. The temperature is not cool or hot. Sam came out of his home, wearing a linen suit that he had just bought last year, a kettle with a waist around his waist, shoes on his feet, and a cake that he was going to eat on the road because he didn’t have time to eat breakfast. He leaned toward the yard of the Agricultural Machinery Management Office. Go.

There are seventeen villagers in the village called Sam. Most of the uncultured country people can't think of other names. It's not Sam or George, or John and Tom. But since I had a night school last year, everyone knows a few words. Ten of them called Sam changed their names, but this did not include him.

He doesn't like his own name, but thinks that the name is called for a lifetime, and he is used to it.

He just changed his name to his son "Tom", called "Parney". The teacher at night school said that the word is a term in the magic industry, meaning "power". He thinks his son is his own motivation. .

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

Sam has stepped up and his mood has become a bit of a look.

Agricultural machinery is brought by the Administrative Office. Just like the distribution of farmland and the measurement of the bill, it is a new thing promoted by the new lord. As a farmer who had just learned a few words at the evening school, Sam did not understand the principles of machinery, just as he did not understand why the main people in the remote villages were moved to the towns of Hosman and the surrounding towns. The same, but this does not prevent him from figuring out one thing: agricultural machinery is a good thing.

Those rumbling machines are so powerful that they can withstand the power of several people to add a few cows, with them, plus cheap Druid potions, and re-planning the combined land, this year. The harvest of food is simply unbelievable.

The door of the Agricultural Machinery Management Office was open, and Sam walked in cautiously. He looked around and didn’t see the person who was earlier than himself. Then he saw the steel-built machine. It was quietly Parked in the yard.

It has rigid lines, like a large iron box with rows of wheels and metal straps wrapped around the wheels, and at the front of the machine is a frame with teeth, chains and rollers. Machinery.

A young man is busy around the lead-gray machine. It seems to be checking the connection of the mechanical device used to pack the straw at the back of the machine. When he sees Sam, he lifts his finger a little farther away. The small room: "Go there to register, I will be ready for a while."

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

A government clerk in a white shirt sat in the hut and was looking at a newspaper. Sam came to the table and saw the black bold title on the newspaper. After reluctantly identifying it, he understood that it was What: "The Trailblazers go to the cheers of the citizens of the Carroll region"

In the side of the plate, he saw a slightly smaller title: "The gravel ridge has subsided, and the vowed rider has a total of seven people to accept the strokes."

"Identify the word?"

The clerk behind the desk looked up and looked at the farmer standing in front of his eyes. This is a typical peasant, bent over, hunched, dark, with large hands and feet, and wrinkles climbed up early, he looks like An old man, but should have just reached middle age.

Sam suddenly woke up and hurriedly nodded: "Ah, recognize, recognize... sorry, sir, I am..."

"Nothing, it is a good thing to recognize the word. I know more about the clerk and laughed. "Don't be so nervous, I am not a nobleman. I am like a civilian. It is a civilian. ”

"Oh," Sam still nodded in a panic. The gentlemen and ladies in the Office of Government Affairs were kind and nice people. At least they were much more intimate than the former tax officials and governors, but he still faced these people. I will be subconsciously nervous. "I... I am coming to harvest the harvester and the tractor. I have the number three days ago."

As he spoke, he took out the slip-on note, which was the number he got in the yard three days ago. Since he got it, he didn’t dare to put the note in the distance for three days. More than one meter away: There is only one harvester and one tractor here, and it was only recently transferred from Hosman. This new machine is as precious as the magic car, using it. Opportunity... equally precious.

The clerk who sent the management office to manage the agricultural machinery looked at the contents of the note and compared it with the register on hand. Nodded: "Sam is your name and resident number. Rent for a long time, harvest Lucy The land of the second district."

"Yes, yes," Sam nodded again and again, "Second District, Zone 2."

"Your certificate, the mechanic is in the yard, you should have seen it, just give it to him. The tractor went to the town to pull the goods, and I will come back later. I will let the mechanics go to you," wearing a white shirt. The clerk took out a printed card from the table and handed it to Sam. "In addition, without paying, your family is the first activist to respond to land replacement. The compensation for the mechanics has been paid by the Office of Administration. It is."