I'm working on infrastructure in Xihuan

On the edge of Rollers Manor away from the main house, there is a two-story building hidden among shrubs and vines. The fence neatly and tightly surrounds a small yard around the small building. Nothing is planted or raised in it. Some weeds and wild flowers grow, and birds that feed on grass seeds fall from time to time.

In the season of lush vegetation, this small building will be perfectly hidden among the lush greenery. In winter, when the leaves of the shrubs fall, the gray roof of the small building can be seen through the staggered branches. It looks quiet and harmonious under the whitish blue sky.

This is Lawrence's residence.Although Lawrence stayed in the main house most of the time as a housekeeper, and he took root in the office after being promoted by Lucien, Lawrence did have his own residence. During his rare vacations, here It is a place of rest isolated from all the tedious chores of social work.

In the past, only Lawrence knew about this place. Before the New Year's Day holiday this time, in order to make it easier for the lord to find someone when needed, Lawrence informed Anna of the location of this place. He just went to enjoy the undisturbed vacation time and recover from the exhaustion of this winter.

Holidays are a time to recuperate and recuperate. No matter how evil the leadership is, the subordinates will not be forced to work during the holidays. After all, the combination of work and rest can maximize efficiency.

Lawrence gratefully accepted the kindness of the lord, and conscientiously stood up for the last shift before the holiday, sorted and filed all the final documents of the work, and discussed with Dalton and William, and several of their departments would be on the job. Go to a delicious tavern with your own wallet, treat the subordinate officials to a good meal and get drunk, and those who pass out will go to sleep in the hotel next door.

It's just that his head is always not clear after a hangover. Lawrence rode out and almost turned left in the direction of the government office habitually. Halfway through, he realized that today is a good vacation time, and immediately turned around to him. Go to the vacation cabin hidden in the bushes.

so……

Lawrence clutched his head, which was so painful from the blowing wind, and nestled in the soft armchair of his warm cabin, trying hard to find his fragmented memory from last night to now.

He had to remember whether he got drunk somewhere in his head or bumped his head into something and broke his head, and then he took the woman he picked up on the road back to his secret little home in a daze.

——The girl standing in the room with bare feet is thin and petite, she is more like a yellow-haired girl than a woman, shivering in ragged clothes in the room, with her head bowed down and shivering pitifully, the kind that can be found in any village There are seven or eight country girls of the same style.

She said that her name was Joan, and she escaped on the way home from labor. The reasons why women in the village were unwilling to go home and run away were marriage, violence, and debts. Lawrence could guess without asking. Seven or eight points.

He just couldn't explain why he brought her back.

Lawrence has long forgotten that he and Joan once had a relationship. At that time, he was so busy with work piled up in his hands, and the girl who asked casually when he went out for a briefing was like a gust of wind, and he did not leave it in his memory. Little trace.

He shouldn't bring people back, even if he is so kind-hearted and wants to rescue the poor girl who is also under his jurisdiction, he should also send people to the relief center, this girl has hands and feet and can endure hard work Work, just to fill the vacancy in the relief center.

You really shouldn't be drinking that much.

After thinking about it, Lawrence could only attribute the cause of his abnormality to the aftereffects of hangover. He lamented that he must not drink too much during working hours after getting drunk, while looking at the shivering Joan.

"You..." Lawrence didn't have time to say anything when he saw Joan tremble, as if he was frightened.

Lawrence touched his pretty face, which the lord lord praised, and felt that it would not be so hideous and ugly that it would scare people, but seeing Joan's frozen face, he said briefly: "Shut up, be obedient, I will let you You stay. Can you do it?"

Joan sniffed, his whole body was numb, and he couldn't react in his head when he heard someone talking.Lawrence waited for a few seconds and took it as her acquiescence. He took out a bottle of recovery potion from the cabinet and threw it to Joanne to drink, then turned on the hot water facility in the bathroom, and asked Joanne to wash it off quickly-this girl didn't know what to do. For as long as she hadn't showered, Laurence could see the lice jumping in her hair.

After she finished taking a shower, the entire bathroom had to be sprayed and cleaned.

Lawrence thought about it, and remembered that there were a few old clothes in the closet that were cut too small and pressed to the bottom of the box, so he dug them out and asked Joan to change after taking a shower.

——The relief center is too far away, sending him there and coming back will waste his precious day of vacation, so he simply leaves him to eat, and when he goes to the relief center to do work after the vacation, he will just drop by the way .

The girl didn't look noisy or annoying, and Lawrence didn't mind giving her a bed in the utility room as long as she kept her mouth shut and didn't talk or move things around.

Of course, it can only be the utility room. Lawrence's secret little home is not prepared for receiving guests at all. It is not easy to allocate half of the utility room, okay?

Joan also gratefully accepted this temporary residence, and at the same time obediently accepted Lawrence's instruction "stay inside and don't come out". Even if Lawrence didn't tell Joan, he wouldn't leave the utility room easily. After warming up from a hot bath, she finally realized how terrible her impulsiveness was.

Just, very bad.

Fortunately, the old man who saved her was a good man with a decent style. If it were some bad guy with evil intentions, her body might be cold by now.

I don't know what will happen to her parents if she runs away...

Qiao An hugged her legs and curled up in the darkness, her nose sore and she wanted to cry again.

……

In the main house of Rolles Manor, which was some distance away from the cottage, Lucien was also enjoying his leisurely vacation.

He nestled himself in Yixi's arms peacefully, flipping through the first draft of the adaptation of the case sent up below.

Well, Lucien doesn't think it's work, and reading is his regular leisure and entertainment activity. Anyway, these stories are new stories, which are much more interesting and grounded than the adventure legends he has read [-] times.

Human beings, since their birth, are inevitably full of voyeuristic desires for parents, family disputes, neighborhood disputes, and various other people's affairs. Even the scriptures of the Illuminati Church will add some disputes between gods as seasonings, and I have to say Based on the teachings of Wei Guangzheng, their jokes about conflicts between gods are obviously more popular.

Even Isi, who doesn't believe in religion, can tell a few classic stories in the Canon of Light-those are the repertoire of the bards. When there are no new works, there is absolutely no mistake in singing the stories of the Canon. During church festivals, the troupe will also Traditionally perform those classic plays.

Lucien has been wanting to complain about the lack of entertainment themes in this world for a long time. Be it narrative songs and poems, miscellaneous books or novels, or stage plays, the themes are either heroic adventures or legends from the Age of Gods. It must also be a romance between noble knight talents, the routine is so monotonous that Lucien can guess the follow-up after reading the first three lines.

But also because of this tradition of limited materials, bards and screenwriters are not sensitive to Lucien's invitation to adapt disputes in rural villages. It is not legendary or romantic enough, and they have to join legal science. To win this business is to ask them to smash their own signs.

They were reluctant, and Lucien didn't force it.The history of his previous life told Lucien not to casually offend this group of pen-wielding literary and art workers. These people largely determine the direction of public opinion among the people, and even a good thing that ruins his reputation will turn into a bad thing.

What's more, it's not that Lucien has no other candidates to use. He is free to obey and publish the manuscript whenever he wants.

—Exiles are not entitled to have their own opinions.

Lucien has not forgotten that there are such a group of free laborers in his territory.

Velveerd belongs to the empire's exile place since ancient times. The mines are full of prisoners sent to do hard labor. After Lucien became the lord, these prisoners can be counted as half of his slaves during the sentence. He wants them Do anything.

And among these exiles, in addition to the prisoners who murdered and set fire and escaped death because they were gifted, there are also a considerable number of bards and screenwriters in the theater troupe. In the prison world, most of their crimes are related to the themes of their extraordinary works.

Lucien didn't care about how rebellious and outrageous things they wrote that would be exiled, he only cared about the writing level of these people, and with the popularity of culture in this world and the relatively stable current situation, works that no one read would not be able to go to the trial court, Basically, they will be beaten up and locked up in prison for a few days.

In other words, the popularity of the written works can be so high that the creators will be caught and judged and exiled to the Northland. The writing level of these guys is at least at the forefront of the industry.

On one occasion, Lucien had seen his collection of adventure novels in the royal family's library.

Since he can write, then there is no problem. Exiles don't have the courtesy of literary and art workers here in Lucien. Whatever themes they want to write about...you have to write for him if you don't want to!If you don't write well, rewrite until you can write well!

Lucien doesn't need these authors to sign their works, and naturally there is no contribution fee. The only benefit they can get is that they don't have to do heavy manual labor in the mine.

Moreover, Lucien actually likes to see them carry private goods in the stories and try to provoke his content with words. In order to express his liking, he will call the author to let the other party read the relevant passages aloud, and order Anna to record the excerpts in his on the small book.

"This one is well written." Lucien put the finished manuscript on his right hand, raised his head and asked Issie for his opinion, "What do you think?"

Issy nodded, "It should be written by a person from the Southern Province, and the slang jokes in the Southern Province are used in it."

"Then he has run far enough." Lucien adjusted his posture in Issy's arms, suddenly realized something, and asked again, "Do you think I have grown taller?"

When he first met Izzy, he felt that he had plenty of room to stuff himself into Izzy's arms, but now he feels like he can't stretch his legs. Since it can't be that Izzy has become shorter, it is likely that he has grown taller.

Lucien became excited because of this knowledge. He subconsciously glanced at his sleeves and trousers, wanting to find proof that he had indeed grown taller—as a normal man, he still cared about his height, especially when he was In the case of bedridden height less than average.

at least……

Gotta grow up enough to not dance right up to a girl's bosom at a ball.