The village head of Seri Village is called Tutuman... It's a very convoluted name, but the village head can't change the name given by his parents, and after decades of calling it, he gradually got used to it.
As the village chief, Tutuman has always held some hostile feelings towards the old village chief Reed. Although the other party is a bad old man who lives in the countryside like him, he is also a descendant of nobles. The two of them brought the villagers into the city together, and the other could say a few words to the nobles in the city, but he could only wait humbly aside. Over time, a feeling of disbelief stuck in Tutuman's heart. Why is he a head taller than himself when he is both the village chief? Isn't it because he has a good ancestor and left him a noble title? Based on his ability, he is definitely better than Village Chief Reed.
Because he hates it, Tutuman has always been reluctant to deal with Village Chief Reed, but today Village Chief Reed actually took the initiative to find him.
Sitting behind an old table, Tutuman asked his wife to bring a glass of spring water to the guests, and then said with a blank expression: "Mr. Reed, it's rare that you would come to our poor village, tsk tsk, don't hold it, it will damage your pitiful aristocratic dignity."
"Old guy, your words are still as ugly as before." Reed waved his hand indifferently: "I know you don't like me very much, although I don't know the reason. But I came to you this time, I really want to talk to you This is a very important thing, something very important to our two villages, I hope you can listen to me."
Although he hated the other party, Tutuman was a very competent village head. He said coldly: "Speak quickly, I'm still in a hurry to go hunting."
Tutuman is an old hunter and the best hunter in the surrounding villages. This house is full of animal skins, tiger skins, leopard skins, mink skins... There are many small nobles, but none of them have so many good animal skins. Keep it at home. But no matter how powerful he is, he is just an ordinary person. He can hunt ordinary creatures, but he can't deal with those monsters that can use magic. He once challenged to hunt monsters when he was young, but he was seriously injured and almost died. Zhuang has a great body and survived. Since then, he has never thought of hunting monsters, but this does not prevent him from becoming the best hunter around.
"A pastor came to our house yesterday, he is an ascetic believer." Village Chief Reed said lightly.
Tutuman's eyebrows trembled, and he sarcastically said, "Are you showing off your connections to me?"
"Listen to me, your temper is still as irritable as when you were young." Village Chief Reed took a sip of the sweet spring water, and he continued: "Your Excellency Pastor said that he plans to build a small village in our village." Temple, to spread the idea of Goddess Woking to our village."
The two people present were very knowledgeable old people, otherwise they would not have sat in the position of the village. They knew very well what it would mean if a formal temple was built near the village. Tutuman said jealously: "Honestly speaking, I really hate you. You touch all good things. You are a disaster star that has sucked up all the luck in our Seri Village. If this continues, I plan to mobilize People from the village go to live elsewhere."
"Don't say that, this matter has something to do with Seri Village." Village Chief Reed said with a chuckle: "Your Excellency intends to build a stone temple, and it must be completed within six months. You also know that this matter depends on We are a village and can’t do it, so I plan to invite you Seri Village to build the temple with us.”
"Don't even think about it!" Tutuman slapped the table hard, and he gasped and said, "The temple was built in your village, not ours, so why should our village help you? Reed , Do you want to take all the cheapness in the world by yourself? You are too thick-skinned."
Ignoring Tutuman's anger, Reed said slowly: "All village households participating in the construction of the temple can pick out a child, and the pastor will teach them how to read. We will help the pastor build the temple within six months. Within six months, His Excellency the Pastor will teach the children three words every day, and if we complete it within six months, His Excellency the Pastor will teach the children within six months
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"Really?" Tutuman calmed down.
"I don't need to come here to lie to you." Reid laughed.
"All the middle-aged people in our village will help you build the temple, and the old people will also come. We don't need you to provide food and drink. We will solve it by ourselves." Tutuman said: "But I need all the children in the village under the age of 18 and over the age of eight. , all of them can listen to the teachings of His Excellency Pastor."
Reed shook his head: "Impossible...one child per household, this is a mandatory rule, you have already taken advantage of it, are you still not satisfied? If you don't want to, I also know the village head in Veblen Village further away. , Kane-Vibling, I think they would love to build this temple with us."
Tutuman stood up, and threw the cup on the table to Reed's face. He was furious, and it took him a while to calm down, and said: "One by one, we will take this matter, but if you are kidding me In the future, don’t blame my hunting bow for not recognizing people, it can not only shoot wild animals, but also some old guys.”
"Hehe, bring someone over tomorrow. The sooner the better." Reed stood up and was about to leave. Before he walked out of the gate, he suddenly turned around and said, "Tutuman, you owe me a favor for this matter. Next spring will come." At that time, I want you to give us a share of the proceeds from entering the city."
"If the children in our village can really listen to the knowledge for six months under the seat of the pastor, I will personally send the proceeds to your home."
"Remember what you said." Reed left very satisfied.
When Reid was in Seri Village, Liang Lidong drew the structure diagram of the temple on the third floor. Now that the temple is going to be built, he plans to reserve a side room for himself in the main hall, so he can't stay at the village head's house all the time. When he finished drawing the structure diagram, the sun was just setting, and the old village chief had already returned. When he saw Liang Lidong, he bent slightly and smiled and said, "Your Excellency, Seri Village has already agreed, and they will come to wait for you tomorrow." Dispatch."
"You can build the temple according to the pattern above." Liang Lidong handed over the blueprint: "You guys are in charge. I have to spend time teaching the children tomorrow."
The old village head thought for a while, then said with a smile: "Since you believe in our two villages, let the old man handle this matter for me, and I promise to handle it properly for you."
Liang Lidong has seen countless NCs in the game, loyal, cunning, sincere, and full of lies... In his personal impression, the old village head is the kind of five points of sincerity, three points of city government, and two points of slickness. people. This kind of people make up the majority of "Flanderland". They occasionally seek some small self-interest for themselves, but this does not affect their work or tasks, and they are also good people in nature. Liang Lidong guessed that the old village chief may have used the construction of the temple to gain some benefits he didn't know about when he went to Seri Village this time, so there was such a happy expression on his face. Lord, he has seen this expression a lot in his NC subordinates.
But it doesn't matter... As long as the old village head leads people to build the temple and does not exceed his bottom line, he can pretend that he doesn't know anything.
Is the game like life, or is life like a game... In "Franland", it is difficult to give a correct answer to this question.
The next day, people from Seri Village arrived. There were a total of seventy-three people, and there were twenty children accompanying them. Most of them were not over twelve years old, but there were also a few tall people who were about to grow up among them. . After Tutuman led a group of people to salute Liang Lidong, he followed the old village head. The young and middle-aged people of the two villages joined together, carrying hammers and dragging wooden carts, and walked towards the high mountain in the north of the village. Well, there are good stones on that mountain that can be used as building materials. Although it is not as good as ligang stone, the houses built are also durable.
Almost all the able-bodied men left the village, and the children from Seri Village and Reed Village were led by Kyle to the river, where Liang Lidong was waiting for them.
The group of children in front of them had greasy and messy hair, some had runny noses, and there were many people with yellow spots and black spots on their faces. What was even more uncomfortable was that most of them had a sour smell on their bodies. , I don’t know how long I haven’t bathed. Belin was also among this group of children, but her condition was better. Although her clothes were old, she was at least quite clean.
These children had fear on their faces, but longing in their eyes. In their minds, spell casters are a group of terrifying humans who will turn children into frogs. Except for a few older people who understand the importance of learning words to their future lives, other young children are all They were forced to come here by their family members. They were afraid of Liang Lishen's identity and tried to hide behind the crowd as much as possible.
"Before I teach you how to read, I want to say something." Looking at this group of children, Liang Lidong frowned. According to this hygienic situation, these little guys will have a high chance of getting sick in the future. In a world with less priests and fewer priests, getting sick often means death, so he decided to fool these little guys and help them develop good living habits: "First stretch out your hands, let me see Look what your hands look like."
All the children stretched out their hands. Except for Belin and Kyle, the hands of the others were quite dirty, and there were black streaks of dirt under their fingernails.
"Writing is a very sacred thing, it is a gift from the gods to us mortals." Liang Lidong said with a magic stick tone: "And you plan to use such a pair of dirty hands to write sacred words? Do you think so? Does it fit?"
Listening to Liang Lidong's questioning, the group of children showed panic expressions.
"Immediately go to the river and wash your hands. I will check later. If anyone is not clean, don't even think about learning anything."
As soon as the words were finished, the group of children rushed to the small river, rubbed their hands vigorously, for fear of getting a little dirt on their hands. Soon a black stream appeared on the side of the river, one could imagine how dirty these little guys were.