"Go to the fields and take a look. It hasn't rained for several days. The wheat must be short of water."
"Now that you know there is a shortage of water, let your children water it."
"My children have their fields, I have my fields, everything should be treated fairly, don't you think?"
Ledesang didn't say any more. He took the bucket to the farmland. When he walked to the door, Old Yaman specially warned: "Don't complain so much, young man, you know what you should do. There are many
People will do better than you, and there are many people who are willing to take your place. I just need to have a casual chat with the agricultural officer, and this job will no longer belong to you."
…
After Ledesang left, he worked as a handyman for Old Yaman for ten days. He showed the rare patience and perseverance of a young man, but Old Yaman still treated him as a slave.
Until dusk, Ledesang did not come back. Old Yaman's wife was a little nervous: "Is this child going to complain to the agricultural officer?"
"Let him go," Old Yaman said with a smile, "The agricultural officer is a smart man, he knows what he wants."
The next day, Ledesan still did not show up. Old Yaman just took care of his fields. It was not until the agricultural officer appeared at his door that he calmly asked about Ledesang's whereabouts.
"That kid doesn't seem to have much patience. Maybe I'm a little harsh on him. People of my age tend to have weird tempers."
The agricultural officer smiled and said: "Old man, you are too worried. Ledesang has learned a lot from you. He has recorded everything he has learned in these days. After the lord reads it, you can teach it to him.
The knowledge will become the wealth of the entire Broken Snow City and even the entire Broken Snow Kingdom."
Seeing the agricultural officer's smile, Old Yaman's heart skipped a beat. If the other party continued to complain, even if the other party got angry, Old Yaman knew how to deal with it.
But his smile left Old Yaman at a loss. He knew very well that he had not imparted any knowledge to Ledesang.
"Where is that child?" Old Yaman rubbed his hands and asked, "I want to have a good chat with him."
"Okay!" the agricultural officer said with a cold expression, "He is at the lord's place. Let's go and talk together. But before that, I really want to know one thing. Why did you let the new residents take the newly planted wheat seedlings?
Pull it out?”
Old Yaman said in astonishment: "How could I do that kind of thing? The wheat seedlings have already been planted, why do I have to pull them out?"
"I'm also very curious, because I have been farming for half my life. Even if the new residents are hopeless idiots, there is absolutely no reason to pull out the wheat that has taken root in the ground."
"There must be some misunderstanding, sir, please believe me..."
"No need to say more, let's go to the lord to explain," the agricultural officer shook his head and said, "I trust you so much, but I really don't understand what you are thinking."
Old Yaman explained everything to the agricultural officer, but the agricultural officer didn't want to hear a word more. When he arrived at Reggie's castle, Old Yaman understood everything immediately.
Ledesang was standing next to Reggie, and Reggie was flipping through Ledesang's notes.
The young man had done something wrong in his notes, but an illiterate old Yaman could not expose his trick.
"Mr. Yaman, please sit down," Reggie asked Shirley to move a chair for old Yaman. "I know the work in the fields is very busy, and I don't want to disturb you, but I really don't understand why you want to
New residents uprooting the wheat they sow?”
"I have never said such a thing," Old Yaman yelled, pointing at Ledsan, "He lied!"
Ledesang said innocently: "Mr. Yaman, you told me that the new residents planted the wheat too densely. If one-third of the wheat is not pulled out, there will never be a good harvest in the autumn."
"You're talking nonsense!" Old Yaman said, "The new residents did plant the wheat too densely. I mean they should plant 30% less wheat, but I definitely didn't let them pull out the wheat."
Ledesang shook his head and said: "That's what you said. Those useless wheats should be pulled out. They can't grow full wheat grains at all. You also said that the new residents should water the wheat fields more and more."
The more the merrier.”
"I'm not saying more is better, I just let them water it until the right time and then let them stop!"
"But you didn't tell me what the right time is?"
"Why should I tell... you, you vicious bastard!" Old Yaman rushed towards Ledesan, and the agricultural officer quickly stopped him. By now, Reggie had understood the whole story. Obviously, Ledesan
Desang deliberately misinterpreted Lao Yaman's meaning, and he used unskilled means to trick Lao Yaman, but as an illiterate, Lao Yaman was unable to defend against such methods and had nothing to do.
There are more than one absurd conclusion like this in Ledsan's notes. Fortunately, this incident did not have serious consequences, so Reggie did not intend to delve into the responsibilities of both parties.
Reggie ordered Lao Yaman to go home and reflect. As for Ledesang, Reggie knew his evil intentions, but could not produce evidence to accuse him, so he could only let him go home to rest first.
After leaving the lord's castle, the agricultural officer took Ledesan to a tavern and invited him to have a drink.
"Young man, do you know that I am very disappointed in you," the agricultural officer sighed. "Old Yaman may be a little weird. People like him are a little weird, but I want you to learn from it."
If you are really capable, why can't you be more patient?"
"I don't think he has any real abilities," Ledesang said after taking a sip of wine. "It's just some experience. Even if he is willing to teach me, I may not be able to learn those experiences."
"The lord is very smart, your little tricks can't fool him, your career is over!"
"It's over, it's over. I don't care about my career," Ledesang drank the wine in his glass, stood up and saluted, "Sir, thank you for your help and care for me. I want to go back to school and complete my higher education.
Regarding my studies, I don’t want to kowtow to an arrogant old man.”
"Everyone who has the ability is arrogant," the agricultural officer said, "I am a person who has experienced this. I have experienced harsher training than this."
"I don't need such training. As the Lord said, I can sacrifice my dignity, but it depends on whether it is worth it. Old Yaman is not worth it. I would rather sacrifice my dignity to Swindell.
If I am lucky enough to be his student, I will willingly accept the orders of the Archmaester of Magic."
…
Old Yaman returned to his residence and sat on the chair in front of the door without saying a word.
"Old thing, the lord didn't blame you, did he?" the wife asked with concern.
Yaman was silent for a long time and called all the children over: "Tomorrow you go to school, everyone. I will hire someone to take care of the work in the fields."
"Really?" Shaman shouted excitedly, and the children were all overjoyed.
"Don't be too happy too soon," Old Yaman coughed a few times and beat his chest. "I will give you one year. You must learn to read. The more you know, the better. If after one year, you still can't
If you learn to write, you won't have to go to school anymore. People like me will have to wait to be a fool for the rest of their lives!"
…
Old Yaman resigned from his position as agricultural consultant, and Reggie didn't do much to retain him. There were too many things that bothered him. More people are needed in the farmland, and more people are needed in the factory. Now
Broken Snow City can't even hire a day laborer. Nipoli has been away for ten days, but he still hasn't come back. Where has this guy gone? Could it be that he went to select those useless nobles again and brought them back to cause trouble for himself?
After waiting for three days, Nipoli came back.
In a hurry, Nipoli rushed into Reggie's castle and made a request before Reggie could criticize him.
"There is a distinguished guest who needs you to greet him at the port!"
"Go to the port?" Reggie asked in surprise, "How noble is that man? Could it be that Emil is here? I don't want to see him. He always thought I was Giredno. This matter is not easy to explain."
"The Emir is here, but he is not the most distinguished guest," Nipoli gasped. "The most distinguished guest is Matthias Rossetti, the head of state of the White Tower."