Free Web NovelChapter 1206: Chapter 1134: Journey to Hot Spring Castle
After only a night of consideration, Moroka agreed to Palak’s terms.
He registered his original small industries with the chamber of commerce, handing them over to Bondo for management.
As for the remaining pantsless men, the clever ones went to the workshop stores to help, and those with strength went to the construction site for short-term labor.
Moroka also used his influence to forcibly pressure all the pantsless men to attend literacy classes after work.
First, to recognize the simplified words of the Holy Alliance, second, to learn the local language of the Holy Alliance.
Although Falan and Leia languages share the same origin, in evolution, there have already been numerous differences.
A Falan person and a Thousand River Valley person conversing together can only understand a few words from each other.
So speaking must also be learned.
He even personally checked, if someone wasn’t attending classes seriously, hmm, was Moroka a leader just by words?
He has plenty of strength and power.
The only bit of good news is that the Holy Alliance language has a foundation, and the words and grammar are very simple.
Generally speaking, those with a foundation can graduate in three months, and those without a foundation can recognize five hundred words in half a year.
While the pantsless men are laboring by day and recognizing words by night, Kuvasz is also learning.
But compared to others, he is studying full-time, even one-on-one.
Palak, to give an account to his father, simply hired an elementary school teacher to give Kuvasz classes.
Since the elementary school teacher was paid by the day, at 3 Dinars daily.
To save money, Kuvasz’s study plan was arranged to be especially full.
Often matching the fervor of the Gallars learning in the Gulag, getting up at dawn to recite books, and not going to bed until 11 PM.
After nearly settling the pantsless men, Moroka contacted Palak once again.
"Are they all settled?"
"All settled." After the whirlwind of efforts and rest, Moroka had already resumed his past energy, "Do you have any plans for me? If needed, I can go back to Falan right away to promote spider silk cloth."
The yearbooks and documents Palak gave to Moroka have already been read multiple times during this period, and he could say he knows them by heart.
In Falan, those Moroka knew were both white and black.
Currently, Holy Alliance’s fabric products, at most, are popular only in the Falan regions close to the Holy Alliance.
Some inland areas still have views and attitudes towards the Holy Alliance that remain at the level they were ten years ago.
If Palak wants to promote anything in Falan, Moroka knows best who to introduce.
"No." Palak shook his head mysteriously, "Some things, without witnessing them firsthand, cannot be comprehended.
Moroka, I’m going to Hot Spring Castle soon to receive the Crab Roe Castle Monarch from Norn.
I will show him around the newly built weaving workshop there, while your task is just to observe, no need to say anything, no need to do anything."
Despite his doubts, Moroka nodded.
The next day, at the end of July, Moroka bid farewell to the still somewhat unfamiliar Joan of Arc Castle, following Palak upstream towards Hot Spring Castle.
As for Kuvasz, he finally got a holiday and followed his uncle to Hot Spring Castle.
The scorching sun of July was still dazzling, and the ship had an omnipresent fishy smell.
Despite having the money, Palak still decided to borrow his family’s ship, which transported fish north, to go to Hot Spring Castle.
It wasn’t his stinginess; it was the consistent style of the Holy Alliance.
This is because the Holy Sect of the Holy Alliance advocates thrift and confronting desires.
It’s about playing hard when it’s time to play, and saving hard when it’s time to save.
This leads merchants and small industry owners to always invest the major benefits into their own industries and use the minor benefits for enjoyment.
Even for mid-upper class members like Palak, although their living standards are better than commoners, in essence, they’re not much better.
Even a Saint Union county-level senior monk’s three meals, when placed in Falan, would only rate as a middle-to-lower family.
In the eyes of Falan nobility and higher-ups, they might consider it nutritionally balanced, bland in taste, and moderate in menu variety.
Not to mention the Holy Alliance’s uniform subtly embroidered clothing.
Regarding entertainment activities, even though football and theater are already quite good.
However, to Falan nobility, they’re merely pretend play.
Is football more fun than bloody gladiatorial fights?
The actors in Holy Alliance theater are employees under Truth Court; would you dare mess around with them?
Let’s not mention the Liu Ying bathhouses and gambling dens only found in small towns and villages of Holy Alliance.
To many Falan people, the Holy Alliance is seen as a plain, unimaginative, and impoverished nation.
Many Falan people misjudge the Holy Alliance based on its clothing and attitude toward servants.
What they didn’t know is that Falan spends most of its income on itself, with only a small portion dedicated to reinvestment production.
The Holy Alliance, however, does the opposite, which is like comparing lower-class horses to upper-class ones.
But Horn and the privy cardinal didn’t clarify this point and even intentionally or unintentionally promoted this impression.
Firstly, it can strategically deceive Falan, increasing Charles VIII’s reform resistance.
Secondly, it can consolidate internal unity, as without an enemy, it’s hard to rally the people internally.
Thought disdained before the Holy Alliance was prosperous, it becomes wealthier yet still faced contempt?
How someone still refuses to accept Holy Alliance indicates that only its own people are reliable.
This contempt from Falan people allows them to simmer with indignation.
If in the future, war truly breaks out between Falan and Holy Alliance, it reduces much of the work of garnering support for the war.
Standing on the familiar deck, both in a foreign land, these two— Kuvasz and Moroka, originally leading very different lives— somehow became the only companions who could chat.
Setting off from Joan of Arc Castle, the route was lined with lush farmland and buzzing bees.
Approaching the surrounding mountains, one could see one logging and sawmill occupying both banks of the river.
From 1447 onward, after nearly ten years of logging, this forest compared to its past had become sparse.
The original timber on the land was either sent downstream as building materials or sent upstream to become new-style furniture.
Within part of the original forest, the embryo of a town could already be seen.
Wooden cabins stood, surrounded by sandy roads, while through the gaps in the trees, one could see a church being halfway built.
In Holy Alliance, the church and town hall are basically the same; many towns merge the two.
As for the sawmills by the riverbank, they were powered by the water flow, setting the spring machine in motion.
Moroka, leaning on the ship’s railing, could see workers on both sides wearing suspenders, cautiously pouring a semi-transparent white oil into the spring machine.
Formerly, Moroka might be amazed, but now, he wasn’t surprised at all.
But Kuvasz, confined to a room learning intensively all month, didn’t know what it was.
"What is that?"
Moroka smiled and explained, "That’s lubricant oil, an alchemical liquid that helps control the speed of the spring compartment and stop acceleration."
Since the appearance of "lubricant oil," the product has gradually spread and been applied widely.
Joan of Arc Castle previously had some, and these sawmills near Daze Village are part of the experiment.
Inserting the lubricated spring machine into the sawmill, connecting the main shaft and small spring box with the flywheel.
As the pin was locked, the lead worker pulled the lever, and the steel circular saw speedily rotated with a buzzing sound.
Inserting a log peeled by the peeling machine, sawdust flew scattered all over.
In nearly a blink of an eye, a huge log was sawn into dozens of planks, then it was on to the next piece.
Moroka suddenly gained some understanding of why Holy Alliance cities could expand so quickly.
With such fast machinery processing timber, under the premise of building wooden houses, a town could be built in half a year, right?
In Moroka’s amazement, the ship traveled upstream and paused briefly at the ry Court Barracks.
Without resting, the group departed the next day for South Mangde County’s Hot Spring Castle.
"Finally arrived!" Seeing the majestic dam in the distance, Kuvasz couldn’t help but be excited, "Look!"
