What is it like to be a teacher as a magister?

Chapter 106 Ralph and Leah

May.

It has been more than four months since the seeds of Sofia's crops were sown, and there are still more than two months until the harvest.

Because the matter was so important, Ke Lin would go around to check the growth of the crops in person almost every few days.

The first round of sowing was done in a hurry, so the planning was not very good. The crops were arranged in a messy and uneven manner. At first glance, they thought they were wild. Coupled with the lack of manpower, the subsequent cooking and fertilization As a result, except for the two most important grains of rye and wheat, the growth of other crops did not meet Colin's best expectations.

All kinds of fields, mountains, and rocky places are full of greenery.

It's just that these places are far away from the traditional reclamation land of Twilight City.Otherwise, those farmers who have decades of experience in reclaiming wasteland would never be able to imagine that the fields they have carefully tended day and night are not as good as those crops that grow casually in the wild.

But even if they saw it, they wouldn't care too much.

Because this time is the unique summer harvest season in Twilight City.

……

Twilight City.

Inside a low thatched hut.

The man dragged his tired body back home as usual, and saw his wife sitting on the stone that was used as a stool at the door, and the farm tools in her hands had not been put down.

"It's all over?" The man fetched water from the well outside the door, squatted on the ground to wash his face, but saw the woman still sitting there without moving.

"The fields have been harvested, and all that should be handed over have been handed in. This year, I have a lot more grain left than last year." While the woman was speaking, her eyes were dull and dazed.

"Isn't that good, what's wrong with you?"

"Just now in the field, the lord sent someone to inform that this year's autumn sowing will be stopped."

"Stop?" The man's hand washing his face stopped immediately.

"Yeah, I've already prepared the seeds." The woman sighed.

"Stop planting, what will happen to next year's grain?"

"I don't know, it seems that the lord wants to take the land back."

"Impossible, who will farm the land?"

"Then who knows, didn't you hear the news at the blacksmith shop?" the woman asked back.

"The blacksmith's shop is also in chaos. It seems that after this month, the blacksmith's shop in the city will be closed." The man sighed.

"Then what should I do?" The woman was really anxious this time.

Their family's conditions are not bad, because men work in the blacksmith shop, in addition to saving one person's rations, they can also receive a grain from the fortress every month.

So even if she is the only woman in this family who goes to work in the field, life goes smoothly.

Different from most families in Twilight City, their family has only one son, who is now studying at the school on the other side of the square, going to school in the morning and returning in the evening. Although there is one less helper, but one less mouth to eat—the school manages the meal , still full.

Every time a woman thinks that her son has grown a lot of flesh recently, she can happily hoe an extra piece of land.

It's a pity that the land is gone now, and my husband's job is also gone.

What's next for this family?
"Don't worry, I'll go out tomorrow to ask. It's not just our family. The lord will not drive us away." The man's words did not have much confidence.It is not uncommon for the people to be driven away because of poor harvests. Although the Duke has never done this before, no one knows what the new lord looks like. However, the lord previously gave everyone a tax reduction... …

"If we are really driven away, there will be no place to go." The woman said desperately.

The husband and wife sat facing each other sadly, and there were noisy footsteps outside the door.

"Is Raff's here?"

There were two people standing at the door, who looked like adults from the fortress.

"I'm Raff." The man rushed out to greet him.

"Are you working in a blacksmith's shop?" The adult with a pen and paper in his hand outside the door asked.

"Yes." The man named Raff responded quickly.

"From next month onwards, don't go to the blacksmith shop." In the panic of the husband and wife, they continued: "Go to work in the alchemy workshop in the east city. Steward, he will take you with him."

"My lord, what are we going to do there?" the man asked boldly.

"You'll know when you go." The man was obviously asked this question countless times, and he didn't bother to answer, so he said, "Is your woman a farmer?"

"Yes Yes."

"Autumn sowing has stopped, do you know?"

"know."

"Two months later, the land will be re-divided for your family. If you have not been contacted or missed your family by then, you can go to the government affairs office in the city center and ask... Does your family still have a son who is in school? "

"Yes, yes." The man quickly replied happily.

"The government affairs office is not far from the school. If you don't know it, ask your son to ask."

"But he's only 12 years old." The man froze for a moment.

"A 12-year-old must know more than you."

While constantly revising something on the paper, the adult complained in a low voice: "The previous population statistics were too bad, it's like doing it all over again."

After modifying it, he asked again: "By the way, does your woman have a name?"

"Uh..." The man hesitated, "Her name is Straw."

Because of their conversion from serfs, most Winterfell farmers have no names.

Serfs cannot have a first name, let alone a surname. Although Duke Oliver responded to the kingdom's decree and abolished slaves very early, there is still no difference in this respect.

Farmers often call whatever they see after birth, such as stones, wells, hammers, etc., or they just call out a strange pronunciation and use it as a name.

Because she was born in a wheat field, the woman was named Wheat Straw by her parents. However, there are actually many people like her. Therefore, there are eight hundred people in Twilight City who are called Wheat Straw.

And the farmers who are used to the original name will not think about giving themselves a more formal name. Their thinking is still in the slave stage, and even most serfs don't even know that there is an abolition order.

Raff didn't have a name at first, and it was created on the spot during the first census of Twilight City, but conditions were insufficient at that time. For convenience, only one person in each family had a name.

"They're all called wheat stalks. Who knows who is who? Come here and find one from here." The person who came was talking and handed out the paper in his hand: "Here, here, just point to one."

The woman came over obediently, stared at the paper for a long time, and then stretched out her finger tremblingly and clicked on one of the words.

"Okay, your name will be Leah from now on."

"Leah." The woman repeated in a daze.

Before the couple could react, the man had already left with his companion and walked to the next house.

There was no sound for a long time in the low and dim thatched hut.

half an hour.

Only then did the woman speak slowly: "My name is Leah."

She seems to be talking to her husband, but also seems to be talking to herself.

"Yes, your name is Leah." The man seemed to be able to understand her feelings, because he had the same feelings at the beginning.

"Can you call me Leah in the future?" The woman looked at her husband beggingly.

"Of course, your name is Leah." The man laughed.

"My name is Leah, my name is Leah..."

The woman stretched out her arms and hugged her husband, repeating these words over and over again, tears streaming down her face, she was even happier than knowing that her husband had a job again and she still had land to cultivate.

(End of this chapter)