After waking up early the next morning, Tang Feiliu arrived at the cement factory under the leadership of Mr. Ross.

The scale of the cement factory is larger than Tang Feiliu initially imagined, but it is basically made by hand. Roman cement is actually very strong, and it will not rot after a thousand years. However, Tang Feiliu still has to reform this cement, because Roman cement is expensive. It is very expensive, and the volcanic ash needs to be transported from a distance. In the era when the steam engine was not invented, it is obviously not difficult to understand why only people in the upper class can afford to live in clean and tidy houses.

Moreover, the production and drying time of this kind of cement is too long. Even if there are twenty or thirty workers here, under Mr. Ross's budget, it will take two hours for the normal production time to complete the sewer of the entire Black Swan Castle. more than a year.

This is something Tang Feiliu absolutely does not want to see. He absolutely does not have the time. You must know that the castle is already very cold. If the drainage is not done well, Tang Feiliu will not be able to clean and bathe normally in winter. Failure to tidy means the possibility of illness. Sexuality has been greatly improved, and being sick in this era is like dancing face-to-face with death... Tang Feiliu is not fighting for anything else, he is fighting for his own life, not to mention that winter is the social season, and old Dave Butler is looking forward to it A new duchess can appear in this year's social season. Thinking about the heavy flow of people during the social season, if the cleaning work is not done well, the whole castle will be filled with the smell of fermented feces and urine, coupled with the baking of the fireplace... …

Tang Feiliu thought for a moment and his face was ashen. He shook his head to wake himself up from the terrible idea, and then said to Rose: "It's a very simple way. I heard from the Duke that there are civilians here who use a kind of clay to make themselves "Fake cement" for houses, eh?"

"That's the case, but the clay isn't that strong, and the snow and wind in winter will make them peel off." Ross was puzzled, but answered honestly.

"The improvement I'm talking about is to use this kind of clay soil... It is said that this generation has such a soil quality?" Tang Feiliu confirmed it before continuing, "I don't know the specific formula, but I remember it is this clay. Add, add gravel, plant ash according to the proportion... Maybe volcanic ash would be better? Then after the agglomeration solidifies, burn it in the cellar, smash it and crush it... just add water when you use it..."

Tang Feiliu was not a professional, so he could only speak out slowly some of the knowledge he had seen, and then Ross beckoned a few workers, and started working in full swing.

And Tang Feiliu's only job is to tell them if they did it right, and then compare it with the cement ash in Tang Feiliu's memory. This job is actually not difficult. Tang Feiliu saw that they were getting closer and closer after only a few attempts. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief, the matter has been done, and now he just needs to wait for the best ratio to come out.

These people are not stupid, they just never thought about such a match. Now that Tang Feiliu came out, they suddenly realized that they did much better than Tang Feiliu expected.

After heaving a sigh of relief, Tang Feiliu was in the mood to wander around.

Although he is the son of a squire, but that is the memory of little Lance. In fact, he himself has little real contact with this era, so Tang Feiliu took Jess, and finally started to walk away from the cement factory during the last waiting time. A little farther away, I started to climb the mountain to relax.

Ross saw how terrible profits the cement factory would get after the success of this secret recipe. Maybe he could make a lot of money. When little Jenny entered the social world this time, maybe the target was no longer just the son of a small manor owner. Well, maybe he can even prepare a dowry of [-] pounds for little Jenny, so that little Jenny can marry a real heir to the manor!

From then on, his daughter can be truly called Ma'am!This is the title that the daughters of this group of merchants dream of.You must know that the hierarchy of the Lot Empire is so clear that it is a natural barrier that cannot be broken by money. Nobles have territories and supreme rights, and the owner of a manor may be able to be received by nobles. This is already the limit that Ross can imagine.

Ross has a dream in his heart, and he can't wait to live in a cement factory, while Tang Feiliu happily walks in the countryside in the late autumn, which is beginning to be bleak, admiring the beautiful scenery of foreign countries.

And it was in such an opportunity that Tang Feiliu began to see the poor farmers in the countryside at close range.

The free people are very poor, and they are just better than slaves, they can own their own houses and private property.But not to mention the comparison with the castles of the nobles, even the servants' rooms at the entrance of the "plain" residences of Mr. Ross are more beautiful and sturdy than the houses of these free people.

In the village, the houses of the free people are very small and dilapidated. When you get closer, you can find that they are emaciated to the point of embarrassment. Their robes are all tattered, and the coarse clothes are full of patches. After working, he recognized the clothes on these people. Most of them were remade from the sacks used in packing clothes in factories. They were very rough, but the advantage was that they were stronger than cotton cloth. However, people with slightly delicate skin would be scratched by such sackcloth. hurt.

The sacks cost almost two pennies each, very cheap, but this group of people with sad faces obviously didn't have more than a penny in their pockets except for rations.

"Jina, you can't go anymore, Jiena!" Just when Tang Feiliu's heart was sinking, there was a quarrel, and then the young woman's voice sounded angry, "But what can I do if I don't go? Want to watch the whole family die?! Little Jamie needs nutritious food, Dad's leg needs healing, and we don't even have quilts for the winter... Listen Mom, I'm not blaming you, it's me Yes, I love you, I can't lose you, so... let me take care of you, okay?"

"But Jena, my poor Jena..." The old woman's voice was sobbing, while the little boy cried out in a soft and uneasy voice, "Sister, sister, where are you going? Why is mother crying?"

"It's nothing, my sister is going to work, and I'll bring little Jamie bacon and delicious bread when she comes back, okay?" The young woman promised the child with a smile, in exchange for the child's happy cheers.

Tang Feiliu saw a brown-haired, brown-eyed girl with deep eye sockets walking out of the alley. He was a little embarrassed and embarrassed, but Jess next to him greeted cheerfully as if he hadn't heard anything: "I just said why my legs hurt. Walking into this strange place by myself, it is obvious that even it is obsessed with the beautiful girl."

Jena, who was still in tears, burst into laughter, blinked her eyes, and said with a smile: "For the sake of being so handsome and cute, come to the hotel to find me, and I will give you a little bit of a bargain."

Tang Feiliu looked at the two flirting with complex emotions, and then Jie Na twisted her waist and left. He opened his mouth and wanted to ask a few times, but his mood was very complicated, and he didn't know what he wanted to ask.

"...I know what you want to say," Jess turned his head, his fiery red hair seemed to have dimmed, his freckled face was solemn for the first time, he looked at Tang Feiliu, and said seriously, " Little Lance, you have to remember, never show mercy to a lady, especially a lady like Miss Jena, they are strong and strong, they are protecting their families, we have to respect them, if you have a smile on your face Pity, it will make them even more sad."

"I don't understand." Tang Feiliu frowned and asked Jess, "I, I don't understand, what can I do?"

Jess's expression softened immediately, he rubbed Tang Feiliu's head, and said softly, "You bastard, how did you survive?"

"Hey! I'm serious, why did you say that?!" Tang Feiliu slapped his hand off angrily, and said with a frown, "Shouldn't we help Jiena?"

"Hush..." Jess said in a low voice, he pulled Tang Feiliu all the way out, and then said to the puzzled Tang Feiliu, "...Little Lance, didn't your father tell you? You can Sympathy for these people at social evenings, but not in front of them."

Tang Feiliu was completely stunned, neither in his memory nor in the memory of Master Lance, there was no such "teaching" at all.

"Because you can't help everyone." Jess sighed and said, "I also helped a family of free people like this when I was a child. It was a villager who belonged to my father's manor. Helped them when they had problems, and also brought him to read with me...and my father never stopped me."

"Isn't this great?" Tang Feiliu nodded as he listened.

"Then one night, my friend fell down a mountain stream because of his playfulness," Jess said softly, with a sad expression on his face, "But Nuoding is not such a person. Although he is naughty, he is actually very obedient. He said that he would be my valet, and when I learned that I would not be able to inherit the manor and there would be no valet, he also said that he would be my entourage... Finally we agreed that no matter what we do, we We will always be together... At that time, he was studying the course of the senior manservant, and I asked the manor's senior manservant to teach him... Nordin knows how important this matter is, and he will not go to the mountains alone at this time ..."

Tang Feiliu was taken aback.He said softly, "What do you mean, could it be that your friend was killed by someone?"

"It was finally found out that it was their neighbor next door. After his child died of high fever, he was jealous of Notting. When he was executed, he still looked at me and asked me, "Why didn't you choose my son as your friend?"This way he won't die..." Nuoding had a high fever before, and I asked the servant to take care of him, and it was Nuoding who survived by himself..." Jess's eyes were shining, his red hair was dim, and he looked Very pitiful.

Tang Feiliu felt that he couldn't watch it like this any longer. He imitated the way he remembered, hugged Jess gently, and said, "It's not your fault..."

"I know." Jess said, "but I'm sorry, I killed my best friend... So, don't do this, Lance, there are too many poor people, if you give Miss Jena A few pounds, or some precious food herb...either it will be stolen, or it will cause trouble for Miss Jena..."

Tang Feiliu fell silent for a moment. He knew Jess' concerns and understood.Modern people grow up with no worries about food and clothing, and have always regarded it as a normal thing to have enough food and clothing, but this is not the case. Human beings have been hungry for more than 2 years, and it took more than 100 years in modern times to be truly full, that is, It is said that both Tang Feiliu's parents had the memory of being hungry, and only from Tang Feiliu's generation can they really grow up without worrying about food and clothing.

So Tang Feiliu doesn't think it is so precious to be full. Even in this strange Middle Ages, he still has the knowledge beyond the times to take care of himself well. He has never really experienced despair, so he retains a lot of soft sympathy Xin, this is beyond reproach, but if Tang Feiliu rushes to help, the villagers here may look very jealous.

In modern times, people who win big prizes still have to wear headgear and doll costumes to accept the prize. In ancient times, this was a matter of survival... Tang Feiliu's eyes dimmed, but Jess said, "But if you really want to help her that much, there is only one way , you take her whole family out of here, and place them in the manor that the duke will give you, and take care of them nearby."

It's just that firstly, Tang Feiliu doesn't have a manor yet, and secondly, Tang Feiliu doesn't have the energy to take care of this family all the time.

But is it just watching these tragic things happen?

Tang Feiliu went back together with Jess in silence. He was walking on the beautiful small road in the countryside. The green grassland and the trees all over the mountains were so beautiful and refreshing. But Tang Feiliu looked far away. There are two such small villages. The houses are dilapidated and small, dotted on the ground, like patches of poverty.

The story of Jiena just now may be staged in every patch. Tang Feiliu looked at it and said suddenly: "Do you know? I can't help Jiena."

Jess didn't speak, Tang Feiliu continued, "I can't help much now, but one day, one day, we'll all get better...Everyone..."

At this moment, something stirred in Tang Feiliu's heart, he looked at the surrounding mountains, forests and grasslands, looked at this beautiful everything, and said in his heart: "Maybe I don't have any skills, but I have to try, I have to do something. "

In the dark, God sent him to this place, did he just let him live like this?

Tang Feiliu felt that maybe it was, maybe it wasn't.

But he decided to work hard, not just for himself, and then he asked Jess seriously: "Do you know any of the Duke's manors that are relatively close and suitable for planting?"

While wearing pajamas in the castle, Edward said to Lawrence, the valet, "I want to eat some meatloaf."

That dish was rather troublesome. Tang Feiliu left in a hurry and didn't teach the finer things. Duke Edward must have known about it. As a personal servant, Lawrence's top skill is to know the elegant meaning by listening to string songs. He bowed Turning around, he replied, "I'll go and give orders, my lord."

"Yes." Edward replied lightly.

Lawrence hurried downstairs after leaving the Duke's bedroom, and happened to meet Butler Dave, who asked strangely, "Lawrence, why are you in such a hurry?"

In fact, Lawrence's etiquette is impeccable, and Dave can see it because he learned it from Dave. The two know each other very well. Lawrence whispered: "The Duke said he wants to eat small meat pies."

Old Dave was stunned for half a second, then nodded and said, "Okay, I see."

Lawrence also nodded, and the two reached a consensus on this.

The next morning Edward did not comment on the breakfast of bacon and bread and butter.

The knight Dan Luo is already on the way. Three days later, Tang Feiliu, who is celebrating the successful production of the first batch of cement sewer pipes with the Ross family, will be forced to speed up the pace of departure. Tang Feiliu accelerated the progress and started the sewer project as soon as possible.

So Tang Feiliu returned to Black Swan Castle a week earlier than expected.

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