Take Taobao with you to another world

Chapter 192 Education is also a Basic Industry

The edge of the thick bridge deck is still a clean wooden color, the cold cast iron ring is black and does not reflect a little luster, the long wind is accompanied by the sound of mighty running water, and Tila's face is half covered with a veil, and he rides away. down the bridge deck.When stepping on the dirt road that was nearly half wider than before, he pulled the reins and looked back, looking at the two towers standing behind him like totem poles.

On the off-white column, the four huge Chinese characters "Dahe Cable Bridge" are made of black glue paint to form a pattern that is deeply imprinted in people's minds. The learning of Shushi characters is still limited to familiarity with basic numbers and nouns, and he can't fully recognize the words "constructed by the Third Engineering Brigade of the Ministry of Infrastructure, NO. 784 in September 13 of the lunar calendar", but just looking at these words, he can I can feel the will of the sorcerer imprinted here.

No matter what the orcs who pass the bridge call the bridge at first, as long as it is still standing, its true name is the one stamped on the pillars, and these words will be repeated again and again with each pass It will deepen their impressions until one day they will be able to recognize them when they see them in a distant place, and remember where they came from and whom they belong to.

He remembered where he had just left, where they had executed more thoroughly.

Tira has never seen so many words anywhere, No. [-] field, No. [-] construction site, No. [-] cafeteria, No. [-] elementary school class, No. [-] infrastructure dormitory... In front of each field, there are signs with the names of the crops and the responsible agricultural workers , each tool is engraved with the user’s name—it’s still in two languages, not to mention the number pasted on the edge of the bed, the number on the work sheet, and the slogan on the tree beside the road—

Artists need to make these thoroughly a part of their lives.

Tira is a complete orc, but he knows that in the human world, writing, like power, is the exclusive privilege of rulers. Writing records their history, conveying their authority, and passing on their knowledge and skills.Words are a tool to describe the world and a boundary between high and low.

Why do orcs have their own country, history and traditions, but are still not regarded as equal to them by humans?They don't even have their own words, and the qualifications to expound are not in their hands.

Tira looked up at the words, stood there for a while, then turned his horse and continued towards the tribe.

The first ones to find him were the children of the tribe. At the beginning of November when the daily temperature dropped to around zero and snow was beginning to appear on the human land, the few children playing outside the tribe were still bare-legged, at most She wore a lambswool vest over the top.Tila got off his horse, and they looked at him in amazement, but he didn't say anything, and the little fellows ran away screaming.

Listen to "Tira is back!" "Tira is back!" "Tira is back from the human side with a lot of things!"

The shouts went deep into the tribe, and Tira walked in, looking at the home he should have been familiar with.

Was this road so narrow?Are these earthen houses so low?Are those thatched roofs so messy and dilapidated?

And those clansmen who came out of the house, were they so sloppy and thin?

Tira suppressed the surprise in his heart, whether something happened in the clan that he didn't know about, or... He remembered the place he left temporarily, the human settlement less than a day's journey away, it was just that his eyesight had changed ?When he thought this way, he turned his head and met a line of sight.

Disgust, jealousy, jealousy and hesitation, this kind of eyes that he is not unfamiliar with come from a fox who just walked the road, the gloomy expression, the mean lines on both sides of the nose, and the corners of the mouth that are trying to ridicule but hold back, this is Tumo , which is one of his older brothers.In the battle many years ago, Scar Nightmare left him with not many brothers, but the relationship between the remaining few did not become so close. After their eyes met, they both said goodbye nod.

Tumo walked away with a bow and arrow in one hand and the prey in the other without looking back. Unexpectedly, the first thing he saw was this guy, which made Tira a little annoyed. He was planning to go around to the patriarch's big house by another road, but He heard someone calling his name.

"Tira!"

"Sister." Tira turned her head and found a woman walking towards him quickly. She had the same red hair as his and a pair of clear and gentle light brown eyes. Labor and childbirth did not destroy her beauty too much. Seeing the red-haired fox clan returning safely, she took two steps forward with the child in her arms and stopped.

Seeing her, Tira's expression softened, and he walked over, "Sister."

The fox woman with red hair held the baby in one hand, and raised her other hand to touch his face.

"I've been worried about you since you went to the human magician's ground." Her movements were still gentle, with tears in her eyes, "Why do you always do these dangerous things?"

"I'm doing well." If you don't try some things, he will never give up. Saying this kind of thing just makes her worry unnecessary, so he only answers insignificant questions.

The supply of meat in human settlements has never been sufficient, but it is regular and stable. As for other foods, no matter how they taste, the women working in the cafeteria can always fill everyone's stomach with them.Although their work would always turn the food into an empty hunger in the shortest time, but overall, it was much better than when he was fleeing.

After the sorcerer took him as an apprentice, the fox tribe also had some business dealings with humans intermittently. When those fellow tribes came back, they would talk about what they had seen and heard there. His sister knew a little bit about the situation there, so he didn't ask whether the humans abused him. After leaving him, but there is still sadness and love in her eyes.This is Tira's familiar look, replacing his mother's eyes as the warmest memory of his childhood.

Tira looked down at the blue-gray-haired baby she was holding in her arms. The baby, less than four months old, was spitting and looking at him with brown eyes that still had a film of water.When he left, the child was like a lump of red soft flesh. Not only did the newborn's terrifying appearance fade away, but he could also vaguely see the outline similar to his mother. He stretched out his hand and flicked his cheek, Then I put my finger into his mouth and touched it, "Evie grows so fast, does he have teeth?"

Speaking of children, his sister, who has always been full of motherhood, laughed, "Of course not, he is just a child. When you were young, your first tooth didn't grow until five months..."

Tira didn't tire of listening to her talk about children, family, and tribe. The two stood there talking for a while, and then Tira felt a gaze from below, and his gaze went down. , saw a girl with her finger in her mouth, looking up at him.The hair and eye color were annoyingly familiar.

"Oh, it's Lanna." His elder sister called out softly, she held the child in another hand, and grabbed the girl who was only two or three years old with the other hand, and said to her younger brother, "Her mother is sick, The boys can still be carried by Tumo, but their only daughter is too young, so let me watch for them."

Tira's face was a little gloomy.

"Tyra," his sister whispered his name, "I know you and Tumo went... not good, but it has nothing to do with the child."

Tira turned his face sideways and turned back to the horse. His sister looked at his back with a little anxiety, but saw him walking back with three small square bags the size of a palm, then squatted down and looked straight at the horse. A little cringe girl.

"This," he shook the thing in his hand in front of her, "Have you eaten it?"

The little fox female's sense of smell caught the sweetness in the air, and her eyes couldn't help following his movements, but she still didn't have the courage to reach out to this elder with an unfriendly expression.Tira sneered, "You really were born by that bastard?" He squeezed her chin with one hand, and stuffed the candy into it with the other.

Then he stood up and handed the remaining sugar packets to his sister, "I'll give you all these. Except for this," he motioned to his feet, "as long as it's Tumo's seed, don't let them touch any of them."

His older sister was startled, and Tira turned around at this moment and led the horse over, "Father already knows that I'm back, so I'm going to see him now."

Aquinas knew that Tira was back when the children in the clan were yelling, even though he came to him a little later, looking at his son who walked in the door with a strong body and a good complexion, he still had a look on his face. Feeling relieved, but at the same time feeling doubt and uneasiness.As in the past, Tira didn't salute the patriarch, but went straight to sit down in front of him. The difference is that in the past, he was either wounded or empty-handed. He piled things up and put them all in front of him.

Needless to say, clothes, tools, and weapons are human skills, but there are other things sealed in wooden boxes, clay pots, and leather bags, and Tila also put them on display.

"Tira." The patriarch Aquinas didn't explore the content of those things, he looked at his son, "He's back now, does that mean the magician?"

"No." Tira said bluntly.

Patriarch Aquinas' face changed. He sat up straight and was about to say something, but Tira said again: "The magician is not distracted by me, I want to come back by myself."

"Can that adult allow it?" Patriarch Aquinas hesitated. After all, Tira didn't really go as an apprentice. In fact, he never believed that the magician would really let an orc become his follower, as a force. An extremely powerful human being, that magician has no reason.

"I'm on leave," Tyra said.

"'Leave'..." Patriarch Aquinas had never heard the word.

"It's a rule promulgated by the sorcerer. Except for himself and a few humans who rely on him, everyone in the settlement has two days a month without doing anything. I am the same." Tira said, " The leisure that is granted can accumulate if not used, so I now have four days to spare."

Patriarch Aquinas had never heard of this kind of ruling method. He instinctively calculated the distance between the two places, and heaved a sigh of relief, "Then you will go back after the day after tomorrow at the latest."

"Yes." Tira said with her legs crossed and her head propped on one hand, her tone was a bit lazy.There are not many bad things about human beings, but this is the only place where he is freest.

Aquinas looked at him with complicated eyes. Rebellion is the specialty of this son. He was really worried that he would offend that family member who was full of oppressive feelings contrary to the appearance. He knew the existence of that person too late. In a year, the powerful and moody patriarch Sachel was allowed to revise the contract and form an alliance with him. This strength and influence far exceeded his expectations.Today's Huckle has no chance against any of them, let alone their alliance.

It's a good thing to be ignored...if the magician can really ignore them.

Patriarch Aquinas looked at the things in front of him, "Then these—"

"I bought it," Tira said.

"Bought it?" Patriarch Aquinas was very surprised. Their transactions with human settlements have always been barter. Although a small amount of currency is also accepted there, Tila seems to have none, and he has never let him bring it. A human coin in the past.

"Over there, I work the same as humans and receive the same pay, all with my own strength," said Tira, and then, in a mocking whisper, "For the first time, It's the first time I've actually gotten something with my own hands."

Patriarch Aquinas was silent for a while, and then said: "It seems that you are doing well there."

"Not bad," Tira said. "Two months, you know what I saw over there."

"Those belong to human beings." Patriarch Aquinas said. The clansmen who went to trade had described many to him, and he was also surprised. dismissed them.What if I go?Meaningless.

"..." Tira knew the reason for the patriarch's father's attitude. He propped his head in silence for a while, then put down his hands, sat upright and looked at the opposite father, "There is one thing, before returning, the magician summoned me."

Patriarch Aquinas's heart skipped a beat, and he frowned slightly, "What orders does that lord have for you?" Even if the free time is granted, it has only been more than two months, and Tira not only enjoyed this gift, but also the Or back to the tribe, will this lack of loyalty make the Warlock unhappy?Even if they used Tira as a slave to use Aquinas, they didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Such connivance made him even more disturbed.

Tira knew what her father was worried about, but when he tentatively applied upwards, got permission unexpectedly, and was even summoned by the magician to step into the spacious room full of shocking books for the first time, the The black-haired magician with delicate features and gentle eyes did not make him feel intimidated and humbled again.

The young man whose status in the human settlement was already close to a god just calmly asked him to convey an invitation to Hekel's patriarch.

"From mid-November to February next year, during the period when hunting and planting cannot be carried out due to the bitter winter, the magician will open the place for human learning to orcs." Tira said slowly, "The orcs will get the same benefits as humans." teachings, whether writing, computing or skills. And they don't need to go back and forth between tribes, and humans will provide them with food and shelter."

Patriarch Aquinas knelt and sat up, "You mean orcs, not werewolves?!"

It was a very rare gaffe for him. Tira looked up into his father's eyes and said, "The magician gave us a quota of fifty people, and more than half of them should be teenagers under the age of 15, regardless of gender."

Patriarch Aquinas sat down slowly, propped up on the couch with one hand, breathing gradually increased.

At this time, Yun Shen was in the meeting room, Yu Jin, the current priest of the bereaved family, was standing two seats away from him, reading a report: "...There are currently thirty classrooms with a construction area of ​​73 square meters, which can accommodate at least 21 students; as for teachers, there are currently [-] people with basic teaching qualifications, [-] people with basic labor skill guidance qualifications, and [-] people who will be transferred to full-time teachers. As far as the current conditions are concerned, it can basically meet the requirements of all employees. The needs of the day-to-day teaching..."

The report was not long, and Yu Jin finished reading it in less than 2 minutes. He sat down, and the eyes of the meeting room focused on Yun Shen again.

Yun Shen put down his pen, raised his head, and looked at the mature and prudent faces, or the vigorous faces around him, "Now, let me talk about the specific teaching requirements."