Durin's Diary

Chapter 185: What else is not served besides dumplings?

With a goal, the rest of the things will be much easier.

Du Lin spent the entire night finalizing the first draft of the new outfit for the Twin Mothers. The next morning, he personally brought the draft to the Cathedral to meet with His Eminence the Archbishop.

The archbishop looked at the manuscript, then looked up at Du Lin, his face expressionless.

This made Durin hesitate, wondering if the outfit was too bold and radical - after all, the Eastern Elf Territory was known as the most conservative in the entire Western Continent, with children wearing long trousers in summer and long sleeves in July everywhere on the streets.

However, all this silence ended with the appearance of a young girl in a white robe. Her arrival made the old man, who was indifferent to sorrow and joy, respectfully hand the manuscript in his hand to her.

Du Lin lowered his head obediently - this must be the real person.

"It's a very bold design, completely different from any previous ones. Can you tell me what you think?" After looking at it, the girl turned her head to look at Du Lin, her face full of curiosity.

"Times are changing. I think your Highness's attire should also change with the times. This is the daily work uniform of the workers and owners of the southern manor. They are also your believers..." "Well, that's fine, but you can't be partial to believers from different places."

The girl interrupted Du Lin's explanation with a smile, as if she was giving an order.

Du Lin nodded and said, "I will carry out your will."

In Du Lin's opinion, this request was too simple. He only needed to ask the out-of-town students in the Art Academy, and they would be able to report on the clothing of farmers from all over the country.

Have you forgotten that most farmers in the north were serfs, and the whole family shared the same pair of pants?

Daju typed the word "pants" on Dulin's retina and turned on a colorful splash screen effect.

Reality is really making me want to have epilepsy.

But no matter what, the first draft was passed and the goddess personally approved it. Although the archbishop felt that Durin's design was too avant-garde, he could not resist the favor of his little mother goddess.

Considering that the Mother Goddess said not to favor one over the other, the old man simply took Du Lin to the collective farm in the suburbs.

"Most of the growers on these collective farms are wives and daughters of escaped slaves and bankrupts from western countries. They can obtain the status of freemen after serving on the farms for five years." The old bishop introduced to Du Lin.

The weather in the Eastern Elf Territory is already a bit hot. The children are wearing light skirts. Although the ladies' skirts have patches, it can be seen that they are full of expectations for the future.

"In the east, there are countless uncultivated black soils suitable for farming, enough for more people to come, but this is ultimately not a long-term solution." The old man looked at Du Lin and said, "Let's go to the experimental farm at the Engineering College. What you, a young man, come up with may truly profoundly change the world, just as you say."

Du Lin followed the old man to the experimental farm of the Engineering College. Looking at the hand tractor that was plowing the soil and its companions who were shaking so much that they could hardly sit still, Du Lin sighed - this is the bad thing about the Engineering College. They are used to hiding any new breakthroughs.

A tractor is not some magical weapon.

But Du Lin also understood the reason for doing so - because in this era, there were too many people who were not well fed and clothed. The emergence of tractors would allow those landowners who needed manpower to accomplish bigger things with fewer people, and then, more people would go hungry.

The Twin Mother Goddesses would never let their poor believers starve to death, so a vicious circle was formed.

Du Lin himself couldn't explain whether all this was good or bad - I'm just an old assassin who has been working diligently for a hundred years. If you argue with me about these things, I may not be able to win you, but if you disagree with me, and are a banner of liberalism and sympathize with slave owners, then the knife in my hand will definitely end this damn debate.

The person in charge of the Engineering College today was old Lamoy. When he saw Du Lin, he immediately walked over with a smile and said, "Why are you here with the old man today?"

Du Lin told the old man the facts he was shouldering. He was silent for a while and sighed: "I'm sorry to trouble you. Everyone knows that in the human world, many believers of the Mother Goddess actually have a hard time. Because they are not only believers of the Mother Goddess, but also slaves of the nobles, and the Mother Goddess can do nothing about it." "Don't add burden to the child. What's the use of such things even if you know." The old bishop said seriously, turned around and patted Du Lin on the shoulder: "Don't worry, child, mortals should not worry about things that even gods can't solve. These are all good things you do, but they can't be promoted for the time being. Your machine can open up more fields. Next year, the Elf Territory will be able to feed more runaway slaves, so that these people who should be free can have more meals."

Du Lin nodded: "Is the pressure from the Eastern aliens very great?"

"Look, the child has come to his senses." The old bishop sighed: "You, the child of the Elsh family, are really very smart."

"He's not smart, but he was able to invent these things. I feel like I've lived my life in vain." Old Lamoy sighed. "It's true that there's some pressure, but your weapons solve many problems. It's just like you said. In the face of powerful firepower, many problems are no longer worthy of being problems."

"I hope my invention can help everyone." Du Lin also sighed.

At this time, someone came over from the farm, looking for old Ramoy. The old bishop was about to take Dulin away, but was stopped by old Ramoy.

"Come too, kid, it's not a secret to you anyway," he said.

So Du Lin followed the two old men, walking along the ridges of the fields, crossing the stream, and passing through the grassy path.

Finally, after going around a high fence, Du Lin saw the four-legged mechanical body in the open space in the distance.

"This quadrupedal prototype is based on your theories and six-legged land combat weapons. As you said, our lack of materials science prevents us from gaining a glimpse into the future of warfare." Old Lamoy sighed. "I hope to see your blueprints translated from paper to battlefield one day, but we still have a long way to go in terms of materials and engineering. This prototype doesn't even have hydraulic legs, so it can only achieve limited lift."

"Yeah, it's possible that even I won't be able to mass-produce it." Du Lin said as he looked at the prototype - it could only move up and down, and couldn't even take a step. But even so, it was an improvement compared to when Du Lin first drew it on paper three years ago.

"We've actually developed the 13mm smoothbore cannon you mentioned. The first prototype should be rolling off the production line in three days."

"That's great, but I should be in the wilderness by then." Du Lin sighed.

"Don't worry, this is your home. The Engineering College will always welcome you back, kid. No matter who they are, don't try to play tricks on us here." After saying that, Old Ramoy smiled and patted Durin on the shoulder. "Be careful on your journey. Remember to bring us some local specialties. It would be even better if you could bring back a greenskin head for an old man like me. My family altar needs a few orc skulls as decoration."

"I will definitely do it." Du Lin nodded.

At the same time, he also thought of the rumors about the old Lamoy family.

The father of this great craftsman had three sons and four daughters. Among them, the eldest son, the second son, the second daughter, the third daughter and the eldest grandson were serving in the Great Wasteland. The small fortress where they were serving was attacked by the invasion of greenskins, and no one survived.

When he heard the bad news, old Lamoy's youngest son was serving on the eastern front. The entire unit was fighting alien species and had been out of contact for seven days.

That year, the three elders in the circle personally led a team to the eastern front, found Lamoy's youngest son, that is, old Lamoy, from the chaotic front line, and brought him back.

Because of this battle, the grassland elves' army began to enforce that no two members of a family could serve in the same unit, and that youngest sons in the family would be exempt from military service while their older brothers and sisters were serving in the army.

At the same time, only sons will be exempted from military service.

So, to this day, Ramoy's family has an altar built with the skulls of green orcs.

As long as there is a slight possibility of this happening, Du Lin would certainly be willing to participate.

In a word, everything is implied.

(End of this chapter)