I Like This Dream!

The frontiersmen of Thebes spent an extremely busy spring and autumn.

Not only do they have to carry water and catch the nasty bugs that ruin the fruits of their labor, but they also have to "go to school." The border army built several sheds, divided the people into many "classes" according to the village, and required people to go to the sheds in batches at different times every day to listen to the teacher's lectures. Some teachers are priests, while others are sinners. Those who were unwilling to learn under the sinful people were thrown out directly. God's favored ones said that if they don't want to learn, then get out. When will they figure it out, shut up and come back.

Due to the limited number of teachers, only able-bodied workers and young people are currently required to attend classes. Although people think it's good to be able to read, they think it's okay for low-class people like themselves to not be able to read. There are already many people who skip classes in various ways, and those who are kicked out and don't have to attend classes think they save time. However, those people were not happy for long.

Soon after, every temporary house was hung with a sign. The signs were engraved with strange symbols, such as "001" and "002". Only those who had taken classes would know what they meant. It is said that it is a number, but it is different from the 12 numbers used by the nobles. It is a secret taught to the teachers by the God's Favored One. People were excited about the news, and they remembered the words of the God's Favored One, who said she would teach them the laws of how the world works.

Then those who went to school were assigned small signs with the same symbols engraved on them. As long as they completed their homework for the day, they could take the sign to the big cafeteria for a meal. It was a hearty meal. The prepared meat of wild beasts, wild fruits and vegetables were cooked in a huge pot. They were put into a bowl that was too big to be held in both hands. It could last a whole day.

As the number of people holding signs and crying for food increases, the border army's cooking class becomes insufficient. So those omegas who were considered unable to do physical work were recruited. Although the reward was only a meal and the right to attend classes at any time, there was an endless stream of people applying. The alphas were happy with the benefits of that meal and allowed and even encouraged their omegas to attend. Anyway, only omegas were working in the kitchen, so nothing disgraceful would happen.

Every day, there are people carrying water while muttering mantras to read the characters. If people outside see it, they probably think it is some kind of ritual incantation. The multiplication tables were compiled into folk songs by the mountain people. People walked on the field ridges and sang addition, subtraction, multiplication and division loudly. Thoughtful omegas sew different patterns on their spouses' cuffs or trouser legs so that they can review which side is left and which is right when they walk or raise their hands.

The alphas suddenly found that they had a common language with their spouses. In the past, they felt that they could not understand anything with those delicate omegas, but now they can discuss together how much 15+6 equals and what this word means. Some people were shocked to find that their helpless spouse actually learned faster than themselves, which made them feel a sense of respect and even awe for the other person. In the eyes of most border residents, only great adults can learn skills. Use knowledge wisely!

There were also alphas who were unhappy, but they found that they couldn't hit their omegas conveniently in this situation. Omegas who work as helpers in the kitchen can also get a tag. The person with the tag is a classmate. Beating a classmate is a crime that rewards reporting. The offender will be deprived of food for more than a week depending on the seriousness of the crime. If he persists in his correction, he will be tied to a high platform on the Sunday when the incident occurred. The onlookers will beat him to death with leftover rotten vegetable leaves, mud, rotten eggs, etc. Smashing people's things. It has become a weekly entertainment event that is well-received by the masses but humiliating for those who are entertained.

Two months after classes started, the temporary classroom was overcrowded, with almost everyone who could afford it trying to stick their heads in. The classes based on villages and identities (border soldiers, border residents, and criminals) were already too bloated, and the number of students varied too much, so the classes were broken up one by one and reclassified according to learning progress and age groups.

The number of classes has doubled, and the number of teachers is barely enough. This is thanks to the beast wave ending early last winter (it can be said to have ended as soon as it started). Many old, weak, sick and disabled people who were just sent to the border and should not have been able to survive that winter down. The education these people had received was of no use in the tide of beasts, but their knowledge was more profound than a hundred border residents holding big sticks. The favored ones kept them alive, just like saving dozens of books that were almost burned as firewood.

"Is it worth it?" Jian once asked An Xu privately, "The money you spend on them is enough for you to raise a private army."

Leaving aside the matter of buying seeds and distributing them, just to educate the common people, daily meals, teachers’ remuneration (the monks’ appearance fee is not low, the favored ones even pay the sinners), stationery and other expenses plus It can run a private army or a manor for the same amount of time. Jane didn't think it was useful to teach those civilians. She ordered the illiterate border troops to go to school. In fact, it was just out of trust and support for the gods' favored ones.

"Okay, okay, I will pay you interest. Even if Sullivan's inheritance is not returned to me, it will be enough to pay you back when the harvest is good. Speaking of which, parchment is really not cheap..." An Xu said, his train of thought had already drifted away. The art of papermaking failed no matter how hard it was done. She had not studied the necessary skills to travel to a powerful country. She only vaguely remembered that making paper required throwing bark leaves into a cauldron, boiling them, and then taking them out. I tried it here and could only fish out strange and unknown objects.

"I'm not thinking about money!" Jian Liu frowned.

"Oh, I know!" An Xu quickly reassured, "Anyway, I think it's definitely worth it!"

Jane snorted, probably feeling that she was holding on.

An Xu didn't hold on, she really felt it was worth it.

Unlike the people here who take the ignorance of the common people as a matter of course, Anxu comes from a country that is poor but built on the strength of ordinary people. Compulsory education creates the possibility for people to break the fate of where they are born and die. She has seen how the stupid and evil flocks in history died numbly, and she has also seen how the awakened people can create miracles; she understands the terrible disasters that ignorant fanaticism can lead to, and she also knows that the light of civilization can shatter the seemingly indestructible of shackles. People are plastic. If one person is a drop of water, countless people can form an ocean.

What will happen to these people who frankly show the ugliness and beauty of human beings after they are enlightened?

An Xu was really curious and looking forward to it.

Of course, if you are still an incurable eyesore after education, this person who thinks he is dreaming casually thinks, then you all just go to hell.

It was a very busy summer on the Thebes Line, with almost no one left to celebrate St. Cecil's Day, whether frontiers, monks or civilians. They refused to leave without anyone giving orders.

A few months ago, the bald open space was covered with golden wheat. The growers watched them grow taller and bear fruit, and watched the red soil be covered with green seedlings and then dyed golden. The grains of wheat are getting fuller and plumper, and the huge ears of wheat are hanging their heads. At first, some people were worried that there was something wrong with these bent plants, but when they understood what their weight meant, everyone was overjoyed.

The God's Favorite once speculated on how much she could harvest. Since she didn't know much about farming, she could only be sure that it would not be so bad that she would reap what she sows. This spring and summer had good weather, moderate temperatures, and no outbreaks of pests or diseases. The first batch of cultivators were rewarded with fertile land that had never been planted.

Twenty times return.

The entire defense line involved in farming fell into uncontrollable carnival before and after the harvest. Everyone seemed drunk and couldn't stop laughing. People carefully harvested the wheat ears, clumsily beat down the wheat grains by hand, picked out the wheat straw inside, and piled the wheat grains together. What a big pile of wheat! They sparkle in the sun, literally shining like gold coins in people's eyes.

Stealing wheat is also a crime with rewards and severe penalties (you will lose 10% of your grain). Everyone pays attention to each other with wide eyes. Only three fools who were bewildered were publicly punished, but a few others couldn't help but dive into the wheat pile, arguing that they didn't want to take the wealth as their own, but couldn't help but want to use it in the wheat. Roll in the pile. This statement aroused a lot of resonance, so people who were eager but unable to put it into practice beat up these lucky bastards.

The general's jaw dropped to the ground. He looked at the newly built granary and hurriedly sent his sister the eighteenth letter of the month, asking a bunch of questions about grain storage, transportation and sales that he had never thought about.

The abbot swept away the depression after taking on this role, and he became as kind as a Bodhisattva every day. From time to time he would shut himself into a room with a reserved smile, and people passing by his door would hear a burst of high-spirited laughter.

Businesswoman Polly makes a lot of money. She is a small businessman with a modest family background. She was unable to buy low-priced crystal cores at the Tibes Defense Line in the winter, so she stayed away temporarily in order to reduce losses. As the last merchant to leave the defense line, she received an order to buy grain in early spring, and now she has become an agent selling grain on the Thebes defense line. These two sudden huge profits made her a nouveau riche, enough to Twin City established itself. She surrendered to the Border Army and God's Favored Ones without hesitation.

Duke, the sinner, regained his place. He was once the steward and accountant of a small nobleman. Unfortunately, he took the blame for his master and was exiled to the defense line. As an assistant with decades of experience in management and finance, he stood out from other criminals teaching and volunteered to direct the border residents to handle grain, build barns, and deal with merchants, capturing half of the income. He was successfully transferred to take care of the property of the God's Favorite, and even received praise from the other party. Although he didn't know what "good secretary" meant, he was determined to do a good job.

Countless people's lives were changed, and the harvest at Thebes's defenses, although not believed by most people, spread throughout Amonam as a "miracle of God's favored ones." As for the God-favored person who facilitated all this, her current feeling is just that "I finally paid off my debts and became rich."

Before the end of the summer, a visitor came to the Tibes defense line who claimed to be an old acquaintance of the God's Favored One. Anxu followed the messenger into the room, and Nancy, who was tired of traveling, gave her a smile.