Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

For Henry in Eze Village, times have changed.

It’s not that the new gadgets that appeared before were not new. Whether it was the magic camera, the mobile phone, or the headband that allowed people to access the Internet, they were all very new.

These were things he had never imagined before.

Although he couldn't afford it, he had experienced it in the homes of wealthy people in the village.

amazing.

If he ever gets rich, he will definitely buy one for his family.

But for him, these were not changes in the times. What really made him feel that there was a radical change was the beginning of the Sutton Civil War.

Before that, life here was the same day after day.

I go out to work at dawn and go home to rest at dark.

In lucky years, you can eat your fill; in unlucky years, you just have to endure it.

Sometimes when you see a knight or a noble lord out on parade, you must remember to salute, otherwise a few whippings would be the least of your worries.

After the masters and ladies left, the farmers on the ridges would chat about nothing, imagining what the luxurious life of the nobles would be like.

Usually, such fantasies are far-fetched, because the villagers who have never seen the world cannot even reach the limit of their imagination to reach the daily life of the nobles.

This has always been life in their village, and Henry believes that it is similar in other villages.

It was like this ten years ago, twenty years ago, and it will be like this a hundred years ago.

He had not experienced it a hundred years ago, but he heard the stories of his fathers from the elders in the village.

Maybe it's because when people get older, they like to drag others to tell stories from the past.

George didn't like hearing it because it sounded just like the life he led.

He originally thought that everything would be like this when he got old.

However, suddenly one day, the lord of this territory, with his knights, holding high flags, left the castle like a group of proud roosters.

This was actually a very common thing.

The result is nothing more than winning or losing. If the noble lord wins, he may be in a good mood and give the peasants something as a reward, usually food, and occasionally wine, but not the kind of wine brewed by himself that will make you dizzy if you drink too much.

It's wine from a legitimate winery. Even though I only got a small glass at most, it was worth a few days of happiness.

If we lose, it will be terrible.

The landlord has to pay compensation or ransom, but the money ultimately has to be paid by these farmers.

If we lose, the next year will not be easy.

So Henry sincerely hoped that the lord would win.

But this time it was strange, as the days passed, he didn't know whether the lord won or lost.

Because the lord didn't come back.

This is more terrifying than losing a battle. The people in the village don’t know what will happen.

It wasn't until a month later that someone ran back to the village holding a newspaper and shouting, "Something big has happened!"

In the photo in the newspaper, they saw the lord's smile, which was uglier than crying.

The whole village gathered around the old man who could read, waiting for him to interpret the newspaper.

Henry swore that this was the most out-of-control behavior he had ever seen the old man do.

The old man's hands were shaking, and after taking several breaths, he said tremblingly: "Good days are coming..."

Then Henry realized that the nobles were still nobles, but the lords were no longer lords.

The original lord only had the castle and the manor returned to him, and the land became everyone's.

The lords' laws were also abolished. There were no more taxes that were suddenly proposed. All the rules were clearly made public.

The people who manage this place are no longer the lord's subordinates, but a group of young officials.

They told me that they were originally children from ordinary families.

Henry didn't believe it at first until he found out that these young officials really knew how to farm and were very skilled. When they were doing farm work, it looked like they had been doing it since childhood.

The masters in the past didn’t know this.

Although he could not quite understand the many new rules issued by New Sutton, he did feel what the old gentleman said that day: good days were coming.

First of all, there is hope.

His children, all three of them, went to school in the nearest town without spending a penny.

When the children were on vacation, they could come back and teach him, and he even learned a lot of words.

And I heard from the teachers in the town that his youngest son is quite smart and might have a chance to be admitted to the school in Waterdeep.

Waterdeep is a very important place to them.

According to rumors, it is similar to heaven on earth.

The area where Waterdeep City is located is obviously adjacent to their area, but there is such a big difference between them.

But Henry was open-minded. He thought that some people were lucky and some were born without worries about food and clothing.

In addition, his income more than doubled.

He rented out his family's land to a farm.

Speaking of that farm, he had never seen land farmed that way.

That farm uses dragons to plow the soil!
A living dragon with wings, horns and scales, a dragon that would make your heart beat uncontrollably if you got close to it.

More than two thousand acres of land, that’s more than two thousand acres of land, a dragon turned over all of it in two days.

How many cows does this require?
For the subsequent sowing and other work, you don’t need a lot of people to do it. One person operating a magic device can do the work of ten people.

Sometimes druids would come to check on the condition of the farmland, sprinkle potions on the ground, cast spells, and look very professional.

But also because of this, farming does not require as many people as before.

Some villagers who do not work on the farm choose to go to the city to find work, while others choose to stay here and find other jobs.

Henry is the latter.

He found a job as a lumberjack.

Cutting down trees? It’s not like I haven’t done that before. Just pay attention to which direction the tree falls.

As a result, after joining the company and receiving more than a month of training, he had never known that there were so many operational details involved in felling a tree, and he realized how rough his tree-cutting work was.

It turns out that the direction in which a tree falls can be precisely controlled when it is being cut down.

Every lumberjack must pass the assessment before he can take up the job.

According to the training teacher, "This is all for your own good. We don't want you to be killed by the trees you cut down for no apparent reason."

After passing the training, Henry quickly fell in love with his new job.

Especially like the tools provided.

Lumberjacks can choose their own tools for logging, chainsaws or enchanted axes.

Henry likes both.

The chainsaw feels very mechanical and powerful when used. I heard that it was invented by the boss of the Drogo Group. It was originally developed as a melee weapon, but it ended up being a tool.

The enchanted axe feels better to hold, and the feedback from each chop is also very powerful.

In comparison, Henry prefers the axe a little more.

According to regulations, you can only go to the warehouse to pick up axes when you go to work. You must register your identity information and return time. Each axe is numbered and is not allowed to be taken out of the work area.

In name it is a tool, but in reality it is controlled as a weapon.

Henry could understand that this thing was indeed dangerous.

When we arrived at the warehouse to collect axes, there was a bulletin board more than two meters long at the door of the warehouse. When there was something going on, documents were posted there, and when there was nothing going on, some news was posted there.

Ever since he learned to read a lot of words, Henry has become particularly interested in the contents on this bulletin board.

If you learn something but don’t use it, it’s all in vain.

He strolled to the bulletin board, put his hands behind his back, squinted his eyes, and looked at it carefully.

"Loman, launched a war against Ori, Ori... Orian, and all countries expressed their strong, strong..." Because my literacy was really limited, there were two words I didn't recognize in the title of the first news article.

But he still understood it roughly and went to fight again.

Why are we always fighting?

There will be casualties in war, and death is not good. Can't we all live a good life together?
Fortunately, he knew these two place names. Luoman had heard of them, but he didn't know where Orion was. At least it wasn't Sutton.

Just as he was about to try to "challenge" the main text of the news, an annoying voice sounded behind him.

"Hey, readers, are you watching the news?"

I didn't need to look back to know it was Henry.

Uh, another Henry.

There's no way around it. The cultural level of the village is just like that, and there aren't many words to use for naming. There are not only several Henrys, but also many Sam, George, and Michael.

For the sake of distinction, the one behind me is Chef Henry.

He is Lumberjack Henry.

It has achieved the goal of working in accordance with the position.

Chef Henry is now the head chef of the forest farm canteen and his cooking skills are pretty good.

But because he could never learn to read, he made fun of every fellow villager who was learning to read.

According to him, when he looked at words, he felt that the letters were swapping positions, and he didn't know what was wrong.

"Hmm." Lumberjack Henry snorted without opening his mouth to indicate that he heard it.

The chef didn't care and continued talking.

"I'm telling you, be careful when you go up the mountain recently. I heard from them that someone encountered a dragon on the mountain."

The chef always has some messy rumors and information. Maybe he has heard too many adventure stories and always wants to develop the cafeteria into a tavern like the ones in the stories where information is distributed.

"Yes, I saw a dragon turning the ground last month."

"It's not the dragon I told you about," the chef said mysteriously, "it's a giant mechanical dragon made of metal and gears! It's so scary..."

"And the mechanical dragon."

Henry chuckled and didn't take the chef's words seriously.

Anyway, if one out of every ten words that come out of his mouth is true, it would be considered a lot.

"Well, I'm telling you this valuable information out of kindness. How about this, for ten copper coins, I'll tell you where they saw it."

"You should keep this valuable information for yourself."

Henry went into the warehouse without looking back and got the axe.

The chef's voice came from behind him, "Don't go, let's discuss it. Five copper coins, no, one copper coin will do. If it doesn't work, we can exchange information. That's what the story says..."

Henry took the axe and shook his head. What kind of person is this who is so obsessed with adventure stories and has the same name as him?

Carrying his tools, he took the cable car up the mountain.

Fast and convenient.

The logging methods used in this forest are also unprecedented.

Each lumberjack is responsible for an area. After cutting down the trees, they use short-distance transmission runes to teleport to the timber transfer station on the mountain. From there, they hang the timber on a cableway and transport it down the mountain.

Efficiency, everything in the new era is so efficient.

Came to the area he was responsible for.

The trees that needed to be cut down were marked, and he just had to swing the axe and chop them down in order.

Although it is very tiring, it is a very stress-relieving job.

Just pay attention to the details of the work.

Henry didn't say a word and started working. A large part of his salary was based on performance, so the more he cut, the more he earned.

As long as you concentrate on your work, time will pass quickly.

The morning passed in the blink of an eye.

Henry put down his axe and sat down on a tree stump, admiring his morning's work.

Take out the water cup, drink some water and take a break.

Then he took out a piece of bread from his bag. This was his lunch. He would just have a bite for lunch and then have a good meal for dinner.

There are a lot of good things in the backpack I carry with me.

In addition to his lunch, there was also a first aid kit for treating some emergency injuries, runes that could be broken open to send out messages for help, and a mobile phone, all of which were very useful life-saving gadgets.

Henry just brought the bread to his mouth when he suddenly froze, staring straight at the sky, and didn't even react when the bread fell.

He saw something unbelievable.

Right in the sky is a giant mechanical dragon flapping its wings.

Its huge body and metallic luster give it the same oppressive feeling as a real dragon.

What the cook said was actually true?
Henry stood up and looked at the terrible thing.

He then discovered that the thing seemed to be flying towards him.

Moreover, the flight was not stable, it was shaking and emitting black smoke.

Based on Henry's understanding of machinery, usually in this situation, there should be some kind of malfunction.

His guess was correct. The giant mechanical dragon flew lower and lower, shaking more and more severely until it crashed into the woods several hundred meters away.

Henry looked in shock at the place where the thing fell in the distance.

His heart was beating rapidly now, and he took several deep breaths before he calmed down a little.

Work rules, yes, work rules, when an unexpected situation occurs, contact the forest farm first.

He immediately pulled out his cell phone, dialed the emergency number, and briefly described the outrageous situation.

Putting down his phone, Henry faced a difficult decision.

Do you want to go over and take a look?

He had seen a film called The Magic Shadow, in which a man made friends with a wounded dragon, and they also fell in the woods.

A mechanical dragon should also be a dragon, right?

Henry made up his mind and headed straight for the crash site with his backpack and axe.

Hopefully, this axe will be useful in case of an unexpected situation.

A few hundred meters were quickly reached, and Henry could smell a burning smell.

Dozens of big trees were knocked down in one direction, and the direction pointed by all the broken trees was the giant mechanical dragon that was emitting thick smoke.

As Henry took a closer look, he became bolder and thought that this thing should not be a dragon.

Not only because of the mechanics, but also because of the appearance.

It is only because it has wings that it is mistaken for a dragon when viewed from a distance.

Looking closely, it doesn't look much different from the large equipment on the farm.

Just about to get closer.

Suddenly I heard a voice, "Help!"

It came from the front end of this machine.

Without caring about anything else, Henry immediately ran forward.

Only when he got completely close did he realize that there was something like a cockpit in front of it.

More like the equipment on a farm.

Sitting in the cockpit was a weak young man, his abdomen bleeding from being compressed.

The young man saw Henry and said with difficulty: "Help me, I am a test pilot of the Drogo Group." (End of this chapter)