If it weren't for personal experience and personal experience, even with the memory of Gowen Cecil, Gowen would probably find it difficult to understand why the world was deeply trapped in the quagmire of civilization regression. Why, after so many years, civilization has not yet recovered at all, but has shown signs of rigid retreat.

A research manuscript, four masters, decades of accumulation and research, and summary, has produced results that are sufficient to leverage the world pattern, but are almost destroyed in the hands of outdated strong men of this era. Jenny and her predecessors may be rare talents, but their experiences are not uncommon in this world.

There is a typical example: On the land of a nobleman, a serf suddenly thought of a good way to manage the land, or discovered the problem of a tax collector, and he decided to tell his lord about his discovery, so what would be the result?

Many people think that this serf will be punished for involving the lord's property or slandering the tax collector, but in fact, this is often not the case because they cannot reach the lord and cannot express their thoughts at all.

The punishment they face is often another thing that you dare to step on the aristocratic courtyard with your barefoot who had stepped on horse manure!

What if he was wearing shoes?

Then they will be dragged away by the guards. You actually have shoes?! Where did you steal it!

Obviously, no one cared about what the serf discovered from beginning to end, nor would anyone know what he really wanted to say. As a serf, he was not guilty of his words, he was guilty of his breath.

Serfs are not qualified to be convicted for their words.

This is a social ecology that is difficult for people from modern civilized society to understand. It is absurd, stupid, weird, pathetic but real.

Has Jenny and Ravenkes' research been effective? Of course, although those shallow and primitive theories have not been sorted out, they still cannot explain the actual phenomena, and even cause major practical errors, at least most of the time, those formulas are effective, otherwise Jenny would not have become a level 4 rune master: as a rune master who only has the ability to cast a spell at the apprentice level, she can only rely on formulas and logic summarized by three generations of predecessors.

Is Jenny's mentor really stupid? Of course not, at least in terms of intelligence, a great magician cannot be stupid. A stupid person cannot master complex magic models and rune calculations, so the great magician must be a person with high intelligence.

What led to the final tragedy was neither the problem with the notes nor the fact that Jenny's "mentor" was so stupid that he could not see the value of the notes. Instead, the latter had never paid attention to that notes at all, and he had not even paid attention to Jenny. He was only concerned about his slaves doing things beyond the rules, just like the nobleman in the story who whipped him up because the serf stepped into the courtyard barefoot.

Gao Wen was walking on the road, thinking constantly in his heart. He found that the situation was indeed as expected: the world had reached the opportunity to change, and breakthroughs in both technical and ideological have accumulated a lot. Among a few low-class groups, this kind of change is happening, and they have even happened. They have even quietly emerged and ended quietly. The powerlessness of the reforming group has led to the fact that those things that should have been epoch-making cannot spread upward. There is no way to talk about changing the times, and this is the crux of the world.

But the situation, as I expected, did not make him happy.

God knows how many geniuses like Jenny are being crushed in the stale quagmire, buried, consumed, and sacrificed, just like Ravenketh!

And before his plan comes true and completely changes this situation, how many people will not wait to see the day of dawn?

He returned to his tent with a little heavy mood. As soon as he entered, he saw the little maid Betty squatting beside his desk: The little girl must have just cleaned the hygiene here, and her clothes seemed dusty, but she had no idea. She just squatted quietly on the ground, using the small branch to practice writing on the ground.

It was not until Gao Wen approached that Betty woke up. She looked up and hurriedly got up: "Master!"

Looking at the innocent little girl, Gao Wen felt that his somewhat depressed mood slowly soothed. He gently pressed Betty's hair: "Didn't you give you a set of stationery? Why are you still writing with branches here?"

Betty blinked, as if a little shy: "I... can't write well, I always write wrongly, and I'm worried about wasting ink and paper. I want to practice on the ground first, and then use ink and paper when I can write the letters correctly..."

Gao Wen opened his mouth a little surprised, and wanted to tell the other party that although the territory cannot produce paper and ink, it is actually not short of money at all. After the pier on the Baishui River was built, it was much more convenient to purchase things from Tanzan Town than before. But after thinking about it, he just smiled and shook his head, found a small wooden stick from the side, and squatted down beside Betty.

"You hold the pen in the wrong way. Although writing on the ground with a wooden stick is different from writing on paper, if you want to write well, you still have to practice holding the pen first."

As he said, he held Betty's hand and guided the little girl to hold the "pen" in her hand according to the correct method and write letters on the ground.

"Don't try too hard. Writing is different from working. You can't write well with just a lot of strength. If you have too much strength, you will shake."

"It doesn't matter if you write slowly. You just learned it, take your time."

Betty was concentrating on learning, her eyes shining. The little maid, who had always been known for her clumsy and reckless image, was serious at this moment as if she had changed someone else. She was so devoted that she didn't even have to wipe the tiny beads of sweat from the tip of her nose.

Gao Wen let go of his hand and watched the little girl spell the letters in full, and wrote a few slightly crooked words on the ground: "Betty... like... here."

Finally, the complete sentence was written, and the little girl seemed very happy. She raised her head and looked at Gao Wen with shiny eyes: "It's finished."

Gao Wen looked at the little girl's shiny eyes: "Do you like this place very much?"

"Yeah," Betty nodded vigorously, then thought about it for a while, and nodded vigorously, "I like it."

"Why?"

"Because everyone is good, Miss Rebecca, Madam Hetty, and Master, Miss Amber, and Knight Philip and Byron, and everyone who work outside, Mr. Gordon, Mr. Hammer, Norris..." Betty said as he turned his fingers, as if he wanted to say every person who could remember her name, and finally he couldn't count it, so she stopped, "Everyone is very good, and everyone likes this place very much."

"Do everyone like it too?"

"Well! Everyone said when they finished their work and chatted, saying that the master is...whatever said, he is a powerful and upright noble master. As long as the promises he said will be fulfilled, he can also go to the battlefield to protect everyone, and most importantly, he can also make everyone have enough food."

Gao Wen did not follow suit.

The territory's grain is not self-sufficient. Nowadays, whether it is food, meat or other side food, they are actually purchased from Tanzan Town, and they spend their old capitals in the treasure house in the mountains. However, for those civilians who only hope to have enough food, they do not think there is any difference.

According to Norris, as long as you wait until Frost Moon, the first batch of fast-growing crops can be harvested quickly under the ripening of druid spells. At that time, food in the territory will not be a problem.

Let everyone have enough food to gain loyalty in this era.

Betty didn't hear Gao Wen's reply, but she didn't care, because she had lowered her head and started practicing writing. Looking at the little girl with an engaged look on her face, Gao Wen suddenly asked seriously: "Betty, do you want to go to school?"

The little maid suddenly didn't react: "Go to school? What do you learn?"

"Reading, writing, computing, history, and even... runes and magic circles," Gao Wen said slowly, "The runes and magic that ordinary people can learn, believe me, there will be."

Betty thought about it carefully and lowered her head: "I can't learn it, they said I'm stupid."

"Then do you want to learn?"

"…I think, but who will cook?"

"You can study when you are free, such as two hours before going to bed at night," Gao Wen laughed, "If you want to learn, there will always be time."

This time, Betty was left to nod.

However, the two did not continue on this topic, because it was soon time to prepare supper. As the cook, Betty, who heard the sound of the copper bell ringing outside, quickly got up and put away his small branch, bowed to Gao Wen, and ran out quickly.

It was not until Betty's figure disappeared outside the curtain of the tent that Gao Wen turned his head slightly and said to the seemingly empty tent pillar: "Come out, how long will you stay there?"

The air there twisted slightly, and Amber's figure emerged out of thin air. She leaned against the pillar of the tent, with a deep surprise on her face: "How did you find me? How long have you found me?"

"I saw it when you just leaned against the pillar and secretly grimaced at me," Gao Wen gave the half-elves a look in anger. "I know you are very confident in your stealth skills, but if you don't open the shadows in broad daylight, just stand so carelessly less than three meters away from me. This is a bit of an insult to my IQ. OK? Do you think the knight's perception ability is very poor?"

"Tsk, I thought you were just concentrating on teaching that little girl to write, and you wouldn't notice this at all." Amber curled his lips and muttered, then he swayed and sat on the desk beside Gao Wen. Then he sat there without saying a word, just staring at Gao Wen with his eyes straight at Gao Wen. After a while, the latter was covered in fur.

"What are you looking at?" Gao Wen couldn't help but speak, "Is there something on my face?"

"You are such a strange...noble." Amber suddenly said without thinking.

"ah?"

"Nothing," the half-elf-like lady waved her hand, "I'm just curious. You said you wanted everyone to recognize words and numbers... It turns out that it's not a joke?"
Chapter completed!