The eagle hovered back and forth over the saw field and he heard the boy say the place looked really interesting.

“This is a large saw yard called Swatvik.”

The Eagle said.

The boy remembered the logging plants in his hometown, which were quietly located among the plants, slowly turning their leaves.

The saw yard is built by the water and saw the wood cut from the forest for various processing.

Many logs float on the water surface of the sawing field.

The workers dragged them one by one onto a chute with large iron hooks, allowing them to enter the chute with the roar of saw-wood. The boy could not see how the wood was dealt with in the house, but he could hear the harsh buzzing and roaring sound.

And at the other end of the house, a small truck loaded with white wooden boards drove out.

The truck drove down the smooth track to the sunwood yard, where the wooden boards were arranged in rows, forming streets like rows of houses in the city.

This place is stacking wooden boards in stacks, and in another place the stacked wooden boards are removed.

The unloaded wooden boards were placed on a large ship moored on the water and waiting for loading.

There are a lot of workers here, and in the woods, behind the factory is their residence.

"If they continue to do this, the wood in the Medpard forest will soon be sawed out by them."

The boy said.

The eagle flapped its wings a little, and carried the boy to another large saw yard, which was very similar to the previous one, including saw mills, timber yards, docks for wood and workers' residences.

"This saw-wood farm is called Kuqiganburg."

The Eagle said.

He slowly flapped his wings, flew past two large saw fields, and then arrived at a big city.

When the eagle heard the boy ask him the name of the city, he replied: "This is Santzwar, a big town in the forest area."

The boy remembered the city of Sgena, which looked so old, so dark and so solemn.

In this gloomy north, the city of Santzwar is facing a beautiful harbor, showing a youthful, energetic, happy and joyful look.

They looked over the city from the sky and felt a little strange, because in the middle of the city stood a tall stone house, which looked so magnificent that there were almost no buildings comparable to it in Stockholm.

These stone houses are surrounded by an open open space, and beyond that is a circle of wooden houses with small gardens, which look beautiful and comfortable.

But they seemed to be clear about the fact that they seemed very deserted compared to those stone houses, so how could they dare to regard them as their neighbors?

"This must be a prosperous and powerful city," said the boy. "Is that poor forest the source of its wealth and glory?"

The eagle flapped its wings again and flew to the Isle of Arn opposite Lake Songwaze.

The boy was surprised to see a sawmill lined up on the shore.

On the island of Aln, these sawmills are connected to one another, and on the other side of the land, there is a sawmill connected to a sawmill, and the drying yard is close to the drying yard.

The boy counted at least forty families, and he believed that the number might grow up.

“From here, everything seems so wonderful and interesting!”

The boy sighed, “In the journey I have walked, I have never seen such a vibrant and energetic place as the place in front of me.
Chapter completed!