Two weeks later, Xiao Chen and others had left the Dwarf Capital, but some people stayed.
The Huojing family's garden outside the Valley of Ten Thousand Hammers has changed owners. It has been renovated and a new sign has been hung, which reads: Huaxia Technical School.
Schools are still a new thing in the current Dwarf Kingdom. Originally, here, whether it is literacy, calculation, or forging technology, they are all passed down from father to son, and from master to apprentice. If there is anything similar to a school, it is the family education of a large family.
But now the emergence of this school has changed a lot of things.
The school has a large playground. It is lunch time now and a large group of children are playing there.
It can be seen that the children are roughly divided into two groups. Although they all wear the same school uniform, one group is obviously thinner and more reserved, while the other group looks much stronger, and many of them have martial arts skills in their gestures. The former group are all children from slaves, serfs and commoners, while the latter group are from noble families.
The two groups of children were playing a very popular football game recently. The dwarves' ball seemed smaller so that it could match their height. The field for playing football was not a lawn, but an open space covered with underground moss. However, the goal of the field was the same. The two groups of children each occupied half of the field, and they played very enthusiastically in the attack and defense. However, when playing football, there are always some accidents. A civilian child kicked the ball to the opposite half of the field.
The ball flew past the scalp of a noble child and almost hit him in the head.
The children on both sides cried out in surprise. However, the commoner children cried out in fear, while the nobles cried out in anger.
The noble child who was almost kicked in the head rushed towards the commoner child angrily, followed by several companions.
"Potter, you bastard, your ball almost hit my head! Get down on your knees and apologize to me, otherwise, I'll show you how I'm going to deal with your whole family!" Children are often more different from adults in concealing their words. All the threats from this noble child were not pretense, but came from the anger in his heart.
The civilian child named Potter was so scared that he dared not breathe. He lowered his head and kept saying sorry. But after a while, he whispered, "Grom, but the principal said that in this school, no one is allowed to kneel down. Anyone who kneels down will have his legs broken."
"You are a serf of our family. I can hang you at any time if I want to. How dare you resist my orders?" Grom shouted sternly, "And you dare to call me by my name instead of calling me sir! You must want to die!"
"This, this... This is also what the principal said, everyone calls each other by their names." Potter continued to argue in a low voice.
Grom raised his fist in anger, but saw a figure blocking Potter. The man said, "Grom, have you forgotten what happened to two people who were expelled the day before yesterday? If you hit him with your fist, you will have to leave here tomorrow! If that happens, do you think your grandfather will punish you like this? What will your cousins think? Will those noble young masters who are at odds with you make a laughing stock of you?"
Two noble children also rushed up, grabbed Grom's arms and stopped his movements.
"Orduna, it's you again, a lowly fellow like you. Your father is just a worthless mercenary. You can only jump twice in front of me in this yard. Outside, I can crush you to death with just one thumb." Grom said viciously.
"Is your thumb really that powerful? How about we have a competition, right here?" Orduna responded coldly, waving his strong arms.
Grom struggled a few times, but was held tightly by his companions.
One of them whispered in Grom's ear. "He's right. If you start a fight, the headmaster will definitely expel you. Don't forget, more than 20 people have been expelled. I heard that they all suffered bad luck when they returned to the family."
Grom put down his fist angrily and pointed at Porter and said, "Then he should at least apologize to me loudly again."
Orduna sneered, "Are you trying to prove that you have bad hearing? Enough, let's go. If you have time to argue here, you might as well play a few more games."
These dwarf children looked immature, but this was based on dwarf standards. In fact, they were all in their teens or twenties, and their minds were naturally more mature than humans of the same age. After some debate, these people dispersed and went back to play football.
None of them noticed that there were two people watching them from the window of the house at the edge of the field.
They are Sinclair and Farrell, the former is now the principal of the school, and the latter is a professor of the school.
Farrell sighed and said, "I can't imagine that nobles and commoners would one day argue face to face in a school like this."
Sinclair laughed and said, "Hey, I almost forgot, you are a noble after all. Seeing commoners arguing like this, you must be a little uncomfortable, right?"
Farrell's eyes widened, and he grabbed a handful of his beard and said, "Look, I haven't even tied up a strand of my beard. I gave up that identity a long time ago. I'm not stupid. After seeing how Xiao Chen and the others manage the Tower of China, I know very well what the future of the Dwarf Kingdom should be like. I just feel a little bit sad, and I also admire these kids a little bit."
"Which one do you admire? Alduna? Or Potter?"
"Both are good. Although Alduna dared to confront the nobles directly, Potter is also very good. He never gave in. Children like this make me believe that the Dwarf Kingdom can be changed. It's a pity that there have never been enough opportunities and conditions before. I hope the result this time will be different."
Sinclair patted his shoulder and said, "This time, Xiao Chen used a trade agreement to bind the royal family and those nobles. On the one hand, we will import a large amount of various minerals and roughly processed raw materials from the Dwarf Kingdom. On the other hand, we will provide them with products made by the Tower of China at a fair price. What's more, we will also hire dwarf laborers to work in our factory, and build this school to replace the Ruins of God to teach them all kinds of knowledge. As long as we are still the big money and technology source of the Dwarf Kingdom, this school, we, have the right to speak here. There are always people like Alduna and Porter who are unwilling to be suppressed by others for their whole lives. With our seeds, these people will slowly sprout..."
Farrell waved his hands again and again: "Stop, stop, stop. I don't want to listen to your damn political class. Train them well. If the soil here is not suitable for these children, I will take them away. The land of the Tower of China is very large!" (To be continued)