Chapter 52: Cooperation 2

Chapter 52 Cooperation 2
Paul was tickled by Hansel’s words.

Faced with the current situation of illiteracy everywhere in the territory, Paul was in a difficult position.

Various workshops to expand, training apprentices can not always rely on word of mouth; the number of craftsmen is increasing, all levels of stewards should at least be able to read the roster; the territory’s various revenues and expenditures are becoming increasingly complex, relying on the old housekeeper Philip alone to manage the accounts is already unable to do so; the intelligence system needs to be improved, it is clear that a large number of not only know how to read and write the talent; he also plans to establish a modern administrative system, which is more in need of a large number of clerks. A large number of clerks.

The “Talent Recruitment Decree” was actually posted a long time ago, and many people came to apply for it, but it was still not enough to meet the current needs of the territory.

Before he set out for Port Flanders, he approached the abbot of the North Shore Abbey, Leonard, hoping to recruit a number of educated monks to serve him, but was initially rejected by Leonard on the grounds that monks do not interfere with the secular world.

He had to change his tactics, saying that he was going to build a school in order to spread the Gospel of God and teach the collines to read and write, so that they would all be able to read and understand the Holy Scriptures.

Hear here Leonard abbot a little moved, Paul and promised his workshop will be unlimited free supply of new paper to the North Shore Abbey, and ultimately let Mr. Dean agreed: he will not interfere with the institution of friars in the personal choice, how many people can be recruited all according to Paul’s ability.

Thus, a school called “Wise College” was established on the shores of the lake.

During the day, Paul forced the residents of the town to send their children to the college to learn the language, and at night, he had the army search from house to house, and arrested those adults under 40 years old who had nothing to do at home to attend night classes at the college.

Paul even coaxed from the monastery to recruit 10 young monks, the age of basically just adult, they were sent to the monastery from childhood by the family as a monk, every day praying and chanting the boring days of these young people to the outside world is very curious.

Of course, in the words of Abbot Leonard, “their faith in the Lord was not strong enough to withstand the temptations of the outside world”.

These 10 young people were all stuffed into the college by Paul, from friars to teachers, five people work day and night to teach the townspeople to read and write.

After returning to Lakeville from Port Richland, for some purpose, Morrison, who had just been a priest with the army for some time, was appointed as the director of the academy, unifying the management of teachers and students.
At the behest of the Earl, he was responsible for the development of the curriculum and the preparation of teaching materials, the obscure canon is obviously too profound for the townspeople of all sizes who have just begun to read and write, but the recounting of the heroic stories of the great lords who led their valiant subjects to fight against the pirates is much more understandable.

Sometimes Morrison also personally took on the role of brainwashing for teachers and students …… Oh no, is to carry out certain ideological education.

But this all takes time, and Paul can not wait.

Watching the Earl get to his feet, Hansel was secretly pleased that he had guessed right.

Paul established the college he went to see, to say that some nobles in order to show their own benevolence, recruit a few qualified commoners for the education of things do occasionally happen, but that is also mostly to train some competent servants, like the count of Greiman in their own territories in the big promotion of literature and education can be the only one.

The people know too much is not good for the nobles, they just need to honestly farm and pay taxes.

All signs point to the Count’s far-reaching plans, which is intriguing considering his ancestor was banished to the Northwest Bay.

Could it develop into a second Giles? It is possible, but remote.

In addition to the efforts of the successive family heads, luck and opportunity and the location of the territory were equally important factors in the Giles family’s current strength. Who could guarantee that the Graiman family would have the same luck? Not to mention being in the remote Northwest Gulf.

Besides, the achievement of the Giles family is not something that can be accomplished overnight, and it takes several generations of patience and development to complete the accumulation.

Hansel knew that the new type of paper that had been widely circulated recently was from this lord’s hand, so when Paul talked about improving agricultural and smelting technology, he judged the credibility to be nine times out of ten.

For Hansel, he had some connections among the lower nobles in the south, and he was able to dig those who were also as depressed as he was to the northwest to give this lord what he wanted. As long as this lord was able to cooperate with himself and provide His Majesty with a constant supply of munitions, he would be doing himself a great favor, and he would be able to enter the eyes of the kingdom’s top echelons, and would be close to the core of power.

He hated that he was a concubine, he hated the other half of his bloodline, he hated that he was not taken seriously, he had to seize every opportunity to move up. As for whether or not the Greiman family has some sort of ambition, this generation won’t see it anyway, who cares about the flood when he dies.

Hansel looked at Paul, who stood up, the rays of the setting sun spilling through the window, and his heartbeat suddenly quickened.

Finally, the young count across from him extended his right hand and said with a smile on his face, “To reacquaint myself, Paul Greiman, Lord of Arda on the northwest coast.”

Hansel also stood up and extended his own right hand, returning the same smile, “Hansel Abbott, His Majesty’s representative to Arda.”

“Good cooperation.”

“Good cooperation.”

The two hands clasped together.

……

In the south, Thorn Pass.

Two figures stood silently on top of the towering city wall, an old man who was hale and hearty despite his gray hair, and a young general with a slightly indifferent look.

They quietly gazed at the rebel camp in the distance for a while, and one of them, the old man, sighed, “It looks like we’re going to have a tough time.”

The young general wondered, “Why did Lord Dodge say that? Just wait for Her Highness to arrive here with her army, then we can take the initiative to attack.”

Old Duke Dodge pulled out a small piece of cloth and handed it to the youth, “This is what the carrier pigeon just sent, take a look for yourself.”

The youth took the note and scanned it, a hint of worry mixed in his expression, “A fire in the granary? It can be really timely.”

The old duke shrugged, “Nine times out of ten, it’s the work of spies. Judging from the first few attacks, Giles’ main force is not with us. What do you think, Lester?”

Lester looked to the south, “He merely wants to nail us so that he can free up his hands to slowly clean up those isolated pro-king factions in the south.”

Duke Dodge sighed again, “His Highness’s main force can’t get here, so we’ll have to die here. Hopefully, we can solve the problem of food and provisions before Giles’ main force moves north.”

Lester suddenly looked at him, “Lord Duke, we can’t wait like this, tonight I want to lead the cavalry to raid the opposite camp.”

The young man was eager to make his mark, but it was this energy that was needed, Duke Dodge secretly appreciated it. The young man’s look in front of him reminded him of his experience when he was defending against the orcs in the Northeast Legion, as well as those comrades, who were as young and eager to make a success at that time.

The old duke’s bravado grew: “Good, it’s time to teach the enemy a lesson.”

(End of chapter)



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