I have a shelter

‘I guessed it right! Only the nomads in the southern grasslands and the desert sand kingdoms would use this style to forge weapons! I don’t know if I can get steel through its blueprint.’

The final transaction went very smoothly, and both of them were very happy.

When all the goods were loaded onto the truck and the wine-making oak barrels were replaced with specialty oak barrels, it was already dusk.

The caravan walked directly into the fog under the afterglow of the setting sun without staying here for more than a minute. Only a passage was left in the mist, dispersed by the sacred torch.

George stood on the city wall, looking at the mist that gradually covered the passage, knowing that after he owned the monastery, he would also have this torch of divine grace.

The fog completely buried the passage, and George finally withdrew his gaze. Turned his head and looked there.

In the fields, there are many farmers who are leading their horses and plowing the fields for the last time today.

In front of the newly-iron plow trucks, each was pulled by four horses. It’s like trotting while plowing. The labor force that originally pulled the carts has all been liberated.

And now the efficiency of farming is more than ten times faster than before!

And those lands were plowed deeper than before.

According to this efficiency, not to mention the fields near the territory, even the less than two thousand acres of land under the Johannes Mountain, can be planted with autumn potatoes and cabbage, which is no longer a problem!

‘This time the fields should be plowed in place. After the fertilizer is fully absorbed, we should be able to harvest more food. For potatoes, it needs to be increased by 100 kilograms, right? The current three hundred kilograms are six or seven times different from the modern potato yield.'

George vaguely remembered that the potato yield should be more than one thousand kilograms.

'But even if it doesn't increase by more than a hundred kilograms, now that there are more people, the fog can be dispersed a lot. After the winter harvest, there should be no need to worry about food.'

George couldn't help but feel a little sad when he thought about how he and Alexander spent all day trying to get a bite to eat.

"Four horses, one plow truck, and twenty plow trucks. We melted the mines tonight, and almost all of them will be replaced tomorrow. Although this profiteer cheated me, he did free me." It’s urgent.”

Like George, all the lords who had dealt with the traveling merchant had a love-hate relationship with the guy.

early morning.

There had been a few light rains in the past few days, and the road was muddy. After George and others returned to the dirt road from the fields, they knocked on their boots.

"The smell is really strong." Martin looked away from the field and fanned his nose.

Although the fertilizer in the field was not mixed with much excrement (there were too few people), it only had a bit of flavor, but the smell mixed with the "human ash" was terrifyingly strong.

‘After the horses and iron arrived, the land was plowed deeper than before. But after the fertilizer was fully absorbed, the yield did not increase much. Instead, there was a significant improvement in the fields planted with golden garbage without adding "manure". Is there something wrong with my handling of the manure? "

There is now no fog in the area of ​​about one mile around the territory. So fertilizer is naturally lacking. And because there were too few people, there was not much manure, and no manure was added to the newly added fields.

Originally, George thought that the yield of those fields would be lower, but unexpectedly it was just the opposite. This made him feel a little strange.

In the past two days, he had been thinking about the past memories day and night. He only remembered that the 'manure' seemed to be piled together before use.

Alexander stretched out his big hand and waved it in front of the lord's eyes, interrupting his thoughts. After seeing the lord frowning and glaring at him, the big man said naively: "Boss, are we still going today?"

"Go, bring more horses and carts today, and try to make the last trip." George patted his cloak, looked at the piled wood and stones in the cemetery (the church was being built), and his mind flew to the Stone Village. side.

I've been going a little too frequently lately and left a lot of footprints.

When he came back to his senses, Alexander had already called everyone to prepare things. The group of people gathered around the tall Alexander. The finely woven mail armor shone in the morning light, and the patterns on the gray shirt slowly glowed. The retreating figures looked like a group of Holy Knights (the divine patterns on their shirts were indeed very thoughtful).

Looking at the fog surrounding the sun in the distance, George turned and walked towards the blacksmith shop.

After opening the door, a rush of hot air hit my face. The old blacksmith Duke and several apprentices are busy among them.

At George's suggestion, the blacksmith shop was slightly remodeled and the furnace in the original shed was placed inside the house.

In fact, the blacksmith shops in the big cities that Old Duke had seen also placed various stoves inside the house. This retains heat better and reduces fuel consumption when heating the stove.

Because the batch of new equipment that was urgently needed has been built, there are only two servants of Heaven in the house. Their main job is to cooperate with the old blacksmith and do some research.

"How's it going, old Duke? Can it be improved any more?"

"Sir." After hearing the sound, Old Duke put down the hammer, wiped his sweat, and shook his head slightly: "It's still the same, Sir. I have tried my best to forge the iron repeatedly, but as you said, There are still too many impurities in it.”

The new weapon has actually been forged, and has been well forged and quenched based on the dagger blueprint and the experience of the old blacksmith.

But the first batch of products were not very good. George studied it with Old Duke for a long time in the blacksmith shop, and finally wrapped it with raw wrought iron and placed it in the furnace for re-refining. After that, the effectiveness of the weapons improved a lot.

The latest batch of weapons has reached the level of 'dark iron' that Old Duke has seen, and it also has some patterns, but it is much different from the 'steel' that George said. The material of the dagger is also somewhat different.

He felt that the demands made by the lord were a little too strict.

‘Is the temperature of the furnace not high enough? But this furnace, which contains some alchemical technology, can already turn iron ore into molten iron.'

"Sir, I have been trying to remove impurities from iron ingots recently. I remember my father said that certain things can remove impurities from iron ore. But so far, none of the several solutions I have tried have worked."

"Well, in addition, Duke." George wiped his sweat and said, "You can also try a new ratio of raw and cooked iron according to the ideas we studied before."

If you want to follow the ancient methods, break down the technical barriers monopolized by the nobles, and smelt steel, it will probably take a long time. But there is no shortage of time now, so Old Duke has been working on this matter.

‘Until someone who knows the alchemy skills comes to the territory, I’m afraid this will be the only way.’ Thinking of this, George sighed secretly.

He still had a lot of free time in the past two weeks, and he discussed many things with Old Duke, including gunpowder.

Although he has lost many of his memories before time travel, he still has at least some impression of the three materials used in gunpowder. However, he discovered that the 'gunpowder' materials in this world were very different from what he had in mind.

He didn't know what else was different, but he knew that even if he brought 'Baidu' here, many things would be in vain.

'If you want to develop a sanctuary, I'm afraid you can only inherit the civilization of this world, and many things in this world are too magical and cannot be explained by common sense.'

Thinking of the stories about wizards and alchemists in his memory, as well as the alchemical products he had seen in the city before, George couldn't help but be stunned.

After standing for a while, George, who was sweating profusely, did not intend to stay here any longer. He went to the school grounds, preparing to inform Jack, who was leading the training for new recruits, to patrol for the old guards.

This year's autumn seems to be a bit hot and muggy, which is very different from George's memory. According to previous years, the temperature would probably be the same in late summer, but now autumn has passed for a month.

Many of the residents were still wearing short shirts and were reluctant to change into the newly made clothes. My arms are basically tanned.

"Old Duke said before that last year there was a terrible blizzard when the weather was the hottest." Walking on the road, George's heart was heavy.

Several farmers pulled large carts filled with fertilizer and passed by George. After the farmers saw the lord, no matter how far away they were, they would wave and say hello, which made George feel a lot more comfortable.

The changes among these new citizens were much faster than he imagined. He remembered that when they first arrived, their faces were dull and their bodies were thin and dry. But now, with the supply of food, my body is gradually recovering and my heart is full of enthusiasm.

In this matter, in fact, besides the food, the most important role is played by the old citizens.

During these days, George didn't have much time to spread his faith, but the old leaders were keen on it.

I remember that on the first day, when George returned from patrolling with his people at night, he saw that the houses in the new residences were all lit up. And many of the citizens who should have rested in this world long ago are holding torches and knocking on doors from door to door - especially the old ladies, who are the most enthusiastic about this.

In fact, it was the older citizens who became devout believers in the first place - many of them had no children, and the only thing they expected was to do what they did in their remaining years. Everything can make the deceased sleep peacefully in heaven

George suddenly discovered that these people were taking the lead. You may not need to spend too much energy on these things at all! And I'm afraid it won't be long before these newcomers can integrate into the group!

Just thinking that the first batch of priests in this territory might be a group of aunts, he didn't know what it was like.

No, on the way, he bumped into Aunt Hathaway. Seeing this aunt telling the people about the Holy Scriptures, George's scalp couldn't help but explode again.

Sure enough, these guys noticed him and slowly gathered around him.

Listening to the questions they asked, the sweat on George's head secretly remained.

——This all stems from the bad thing he did some time ago

During these peaceful days in the shelter, George gradually discovered a drawback. Many people were too reliant on the mysterious gods. On the one hand, this made him feel very unhappy. On the other hand, it reminded him of the priest who had changed his faith.

Sometimes he always wonders, even when the God of Sanctuary was at his most glorious, he was not able to play the Ancient God. So, if he puts all his hopes in Him, will he be disillusioned with Him one day?

He knew that he might have considered certain things too early, and this idea was a bit disrespectful to his boss. After all, he paid to rent the office building of this branch, but he couldn't help but secretly rewrite the name "St. The things in the scriptures gradually transformed the thought of 'seeking God' into 'seeking oneself'.

Eggs cannot be placed in one basket, and if 'seeking oneself' can sprout, it will definitely prevent the shelter from disbanding directly after losing the support of the God of Sanctuary.

But when he first started writing, George was still very uneasy. After all, in the end, "self-reliance" means complete independence with people as the mainstay, and the God of Sanctuary will also become an auxiliary sustenance for human thoughts.

This is not much different from subverting divine authority, or in other words, returning faith to humans.

But he felt that since the seven bodies of the God of Sanctuary represented seven powers (diligence, bravery, wisdom, compassion, justice, love, and generosity), it was only pious to place his faith on these positive thoughts.

But he knew that by then, it would no longer matter whether there was a god or not.

‘But how can you defeat the ancient god who is more powerful than him by placing your faith in a loser? '

When George carefully planted these seeds of thought, he always had doubts and guesses. After he discovered that God's grace had not diminished, he guessed more and more, and when he wrote, he became more and more... It's getting harder and harder

This is a kind of suicide, and it is also a crazy temptation.

So far, there has been no divine punishment, but the citizens have more and more questions.

After George listened to the questions raised by these people one by one, he thought about it and answered with a serious face:

"God will never help those lazy people who are not self-reliant, and only the harder you work, you will be like God's help in the face of difficulties." He paused and said: "As for the question of why the miracle you mentioned did not occur, Of course it’s because you haven’t worked hard enough and you still have a trace of doubt in your heart!”

"You mean, as long as we try our best, a miracle will happen?!" Sometimes I always feel that we are still a little bit behind, and I have even given up completely, but with my persistence, things have turned out differently. There has indeed been a turning point! "Thank you, God of Protection! It was my luck that Avril (an aunt) always agreed to my advances!"

'fart! You should thank yourself and your lord! ’ George almost blurted out. He couldn't help but touch his face and said: "Remember, in addition to hard work, wisdom, and the courage to face difficulties, you must also strengthen your belief in turning the impossible into possible! And only This kind of all-out effort can make miracles happen!”

After saying that, George turned around and wanted to leave, so that Aunt Hathaway, who was the best at smoothing things over for him, could talk nonsense for him and the residents. However, this aunt who was always the first to 'understand' had a problem today.

She grabbed George's sleeve, pursed her lips, and looked at her lord with a pale face.

Under George's questioning gaze, the hesitant Hathaway finally mustered up the courage in her heart to speak out what was in her heart.

Among them, there is a deeply sad tribute.

"Lord, I have always had a question. I was once a devout believer. From the time I was sensible, I lived a arduous and laborious life. I never gave up my faith until my last son slowly died in my arms. I never had any doubts before that, sir. Even on the day my son died, I kept dreaming about angels descending to earth, but no miracles ever happened. Sir, I don’t know why God didn’t help us. Is it because I am not religious enough? Or am I praying in the wrong way?”

He looked into George's eyes with tears in his eyes: "Or am I born guilty?!"

Facing this torture of his soul, the Spokesperson of God felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

He opened his lips lightly, and there were thousands of words in his mind, each of which was a standard answer taught by the temple, and he had believed it before he woke up. But at this time, no words could be said.

George kept echoing those last words, and couldn't help but feel dizzy.

The people around him have gradually gathered around, and many of the people have put down their work and looked at their lord expectantly.

And in the sky, there was that ray of morning light shining on his face.

The lord trembled twice, rolled his eyes, as if receiving some oracle (the sun was dazzling), and finally opened his mouth with a sacred and solemn expression.

"Aunt Hathaway, you are an extremely kind person, how could you be born guilty? This includes you, because a guilty person always benefits himself and harms others in his words and deeds."

After finishing the first sentence, looking at the lord in the sunshine, he couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

"But although you don't have so many selfish desires, when you see others in danger, you often hesitate to stand up. This is a lack of courage. Instead of helping others when they are in danger, , if you lack generosity, you are not firm enough in your heart.”

He turned around and said to everyone: "You can do what I say. When others are in danger, have the courage to do it for the sake of justice in your heart, or to take out your own food and generously sacrifice yourself for others. From now on, as you In times of despair, miracles will inevitably occur, and angels will descend to earth - they may not have wings of light on their backs, but you will definitely recognize them!"

After saying that, George threw off his cloak and strode away. It wasn't until he came to the gate of the school field that he stopped.

Looking back, the leaders were in a daze where they were.

‘The past is the past, and no one can go back to the past to stop it, so people can only look forward, because the future can be changed. I know that Aunt Hathaway’s matter is probably not related to generosity. But there are only so many people in the territory. If everyone can help each other in difficulties, miracles will naturally appear. I hope it can be rounded up. Don’t ask me questions again. There are some things that even gods can’t help.’

With a sigh, George turned around and secretly wiped the sweat from his forehead. Then he exhaled and pushed open the gate of the training ground.

A loud noise rushed towards him.

‘These guys didn’t train! ’ George suddenly remembered that he had just given the soldiers some money two days ago

If the plot is separated, it will affect the reading a bit, so the two chapters are posted together.

There will be another update in the afternoon

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