When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 1134 Heading to Hot Springs Fortress

After only one night of consideration, Morocco agreed to Palak's terms.

He registered his original few small businesses into a chamber of commerce and handed them over to Bondo for management.

As for the remaining men without pants, the clever ones went to help out in workshops and shops, while the strong ones went to work as day laborers on construction sites.

Moloka also used his influence to force all the men without pants to attend literacy classes after work.

Firstly, to learn the simplified words of Shenglian, and secondly, to learn the local dialect of Shenglian.

Although French and Leia share the same origin, they have undergone significant evolutionary differences.

A Franz and a Thousand Rivers Valley man were conversing, but they could only understand a few words.

So you have to learn how to speak.

He even came to check in person. If anyone didn't attend class properly, hmph, did Moloka become the boss just by talking?
He has plenty of strength and power.

The only saving grace is that there is a basic understanding of the Sanhedrin language, and the Sanhedrin vocabulary and grammar are very simple.

Generally speaking, those with a foundation can master the skill in three months, while those without a foundation can learn enough to recognize 500 words in six months.

While the men without pants were toiling away during the day and learning to read at night, Kuvask was also studying.

However, unlike others, he was taking time off work to study, and it was one-on-one instruction.

To give his father an explanation, Palak simply hired a primary school teacher to give Kuvask lessons.

Primary school teachers are paid on a daily basis, at 3 dinars per day.

To save money, Kuvask's study schedule was packed.

He often displayed the same dedication he had when he was studying in the Gulag, getting up before dawn to memorize texts and not going to bed until after 11 p.m.

After settling the group of men who had no pants down, Morocco contacted Palak again.

"Is everything settled?"

“Everything is settled.” After a period of running around and resting, Moloka has regained his former energy. “What are your plans for me? If needed, I can return to Fran immediately to promote the spider silk cloth.”

He had already read through the yearbook and documents that Palak had given to Moloka several times during this period, and could be said to know them by heart.

In Frankfurt, the people Moloca knew were a mix of white and black.

Currently, Saint Union's fabric products are only popular in a few Fran regions near Saint Union.

In some inland areas, people's views and attitudes toward the Holy Alliance are still stuck ten years in the past.

If Palac wants to promote something in Fran, Moloca knows best who to introduce.

“No.” Palak shook his head mysteriously. “There are some things you can’t understand unless you witness them with your own eyes.”

Moloka, I'll be going to Hot Springs soon to receive Lord Norn's Crab Roe Burger.

I will take him to visit the newly built local weaving workshops, and your task is simply to watch, without saying or doing anything.

Despite her doubts, Moloka nodded.

The following day, at the end of July, Moloka bid farewell to the still somewhat unfamiliar Joan of Arc and followed Palac upstream to Hot Springs Castle.

As for Kuvask, he finally got a holiday and went with his uncle to Hot Spring Fortress.

The July sun was still glaring, and the boat was filled with an all-pervasive fishy smell.

Despite having the money, Palak decided to borrow his own fish-carrying boat to go to Hot Spring Fortress.

It's not that he's stingy, it's just the usual style of the Holy Alliance.

This is because the Holy Way of the Holy Alliance requires frugality and facing desires squarely.

In other words, play hard when you should play, and save hard when you should save.

This leads businessmen and small business owners to always use the bulk of their profits to invest in their own businesses, while only using the small portion for personal enjoyment.

Even for upper-middle-class individuals like Palak, although their standard of living is better than that of ordinary people, their actual living standards are not much better.

Even the daily meals of a high-ranking monk in Saint Union County would only be considered average to those of a lower-middle-class family in Fran.

From the perspective of the French nobility and high-ranking officials, the food was considered nutritionally balanced, with ordinary taste and mediocre dishes.

Not to mention the uniform solid-color outfits with embroidery worn by the Holy Alliance. As for entertainment, although football and theater were already quite good.

But to the French nobles, it was nothing more than child's play.

Is football fun because of bloody gladiatorial combat?

The actors in the Holy Alliance Drama are all employees of the Court of Truth. Would you dare to mess with them?
Not to mention the brothels and gambling dens that Saint Union could only find in small towns and villages.

To many French people, Saint Confederation is a simple, uninteresting, and poor country.

It must be said that many Frans misjudged the Holy Alliance based on their clothing and attitude toward servants.

What they didn't know was that Fran used most of its revenue for itself and only a small portion for reinvestment in production.

The Holy Alliance, on the other hand, is comparing a lower-class horse to a higher-class horse.

However, neither Horn nor the cardinals clarified this point, and even intentionally or unintentionally promoted this impression.

Firstly, it could strategically deceive the French and increase the resistance to Charles VIII's reforms.

Secondly, it can unite the internal forces, since it is difficult to win people's hearts without enemies.

You looked down on me before I became rich, and you still look down on me now that I'm rich?

The fact that you refuse to accept me shows that only our own people in the Holy Alliance are reliable.

This kind of contemptuous behavior from the French only fueled their resentment.

When the Franco-Holy Alliance actually goes to war in the future, much of the work of hyping up war support will be reduced.

Standing on the familiar deck, both in a foreign land, Kuvask and Morok, two people from vastly different backgrounds, were surprisingly the only companions they could talk to.

Starting from J.J. D.C., the route is lined with lush farmland and buzzing bees.

As you approach the ring mountain range, you'll see logging camps and sawmills lining both banks of the river.

Since 1447, after nearly ten years of mining, this mountain forest has become patchy and bare compared to the past.

As for the original timber on the land, it was either transported downstream and turned into building materials, or it was transported upstream and turned into modern furniture.

In some of the original mountain forests, the outline of a small town can already be seen.

Rows of wooden houses stand, surrounded by sandy roads, and through the gaps in the trees, one can see a church that is half-built.

In St. Union, churches and town halls are essentially the same; in many towns, they are combined into one.

As for the sawmills standing on the riverbank, they use the water flow to wind up their machines.

Moloca, holding onto the gunwale, could see workers in overalls carefully pouring a translucent white oil into the wind-up machine on both sides.

In the past, Moloka would have been even more surprised, but now, he was used to it.

On the contrary, Kuvask, who was locked in a room and studied day and night for a month, still did not know what it was.
"what is that?"

Moloka smiled and explained, "That's lubricant, an alchemical liquid that controls the speed of the spring and stops acceleration."

After the emergence of "lubricating oil", its products have gradually spread to various regions.

There were already some in Jenderburg, and these sawmills near Dazexiang are even more experimental.

Insert the lubricated spring chamber into the saw, and connect the main shaft and small spring box to the flywheel.

As the pin was secured, the lead worker pulled down the lever, and the steel circular saw instantly began to spin rapidly with a buzzing sound.

A log that had been peeled by a peeling machine was stuffed in, and sawdust flew everywhere, landing all over the ground.

In the blink of an eye, a huge log was sawed into more than a dozen planks, and then the next one was cut.

Moloka suddenly had a glimpse into why the Holy Alliance cities were able to expand so rapidly.

With such fast machinery handling wood, even if all the houses are made of wooden planks, a small town could be built in six months, right?

Amidst Morocco's exclamation, the ship sailed upstream and briefly docked at the Holy Mechanism Palace.

Without resting, the group set off again the next day for Hot Springs Castle in South Mandeshire.

"We're finally here!" Kuvask exclaimed excitedly as he saw the magnificent dam in the distance. "Look!"

(End of this chapter)