In the west of Cecil City, there are many trees and lush plants. The vast jungle here provides the new Cecil District with a steady stream of building materials, industrial raw materials and even food sources. In the north of this forest, next to the Baishui River, the Shuanglin Village is gradually becoming lively as the rising sun rises.

This is a new village, but it is orderly and vibrant. Neatly arranged wooden houses are shrouded in the smoke of cooking stoves. The "new houses" built with cement and bricks are dotted between these wooden houses. The wide cement roads connect several major buildings in the village. Due to the frequent cleaning of people and the strict sanitation system, these pavements are clean and tidy, and there is no common drowning objects on the pavements in other regions of this era.

These characteristics are all manifestations of the "Cecil order".

Lumberjack Buddy walked out in the morning sun, carrying the heat accumulated after a hot meal at home, which helped him resist the early spring cold wind in the forest. The man who had cut down trees for life walked to the street, rubbed his nose, which was slightly itchy in the cold wind, and then walked around the report.

As he walked through the street, he glanced at the houses on both sides. The appearance of this place vaguely emerged from his heart last year.

He still remembered that when Cecil's eight hundred refugees just arrived on this land, it was just a poor logging camp. Dozens of lumberjacks and a small team of soldiers arrived here with axes and swords, setting up tents and fences. The initial camp was not as big as the square in the center of the village today. But in less than a year, this place has become a village, and it is a beautiful and large village tent has become a lumberjack hut. The lumberjack hut has been expanded and increased into a street. The resources of support from the city are constantly being sent here, just like the wood cut out here is continuously sent to the city, cement appears, and shops appear. The village turned from a logging camp even got a name and the lord named it Shuanglin Village.

If it weren't for experiencing it all personally, Buddy couldn't believe that it was happening under his nose.

More lumberjacks appeared on the street, and Buddy greeted these friends, and everyone walked forward with laughter. On the road, someone suddenly sighed: "This place has changed so much."

"That's right, after all, we're not idle in winter," a lumberjacked lumberjack laughed. "We've even built the bell tower."

"I don't know what's going on in the city recently," Buddy muttered, "it's changing faster than we do here."

"Last time I entered the city, I saw a new house being built on the west side of the city. It was said that two thousand people in the buffer camp had obtained the name... Oh, I'm civic qualification," said the lumberjack who spoke first, "but I haven't entered the city recently..."

There are convenient roads and river transportation between Shuanglin Village and Cecil City, but in fact, lumberjacks here do not often enter the city since it has become a fixed settlement and various village facilities have been established, Shuanglin Village has gradually become self-supporting. The workers who came here have become settled villagers. Due to the large number of work tasks and there is nothing to do when entering the city on weekdays, the people in Shuanglin Village usually only enter the city once or twice a month. The changes in Cecil City often rely on the occasionally people who come back to the city and listen to the words of the convoy guards who transport supplies between the village and the city.

During the chat, everyone's topic gradually turned to guessing the changes in the city and guessing whether the lord had made new things, but they didn't chat for too long, and they had arrived everywhere after reporting.

Buddy wiped his nose and looked at the shed everywhere. According to the work process, he had to get the tools after registering here, and then followed the foreman to go to the designated area in the forest to start construction. But today, something seemed to have happened everywhere. He saw many people gathering in the small open space in front of the report, and even his foreman stood there.

Buddy and several lumberjacks came over curiously and found that although the convoy that transported supplies had become a village in Shuanglin Village, it was just a new village after all, and a lot of cloth, wine and other things had to be transported from the city. Basically, at least one such convoy would come from the city every week.

It is indeed a good thing for the convoy to enter the village, but it is a bit strange that everyone gathered together. In order to unload goods and hand over the things ordered by the villagers, the convoy had to stay here all day. Everyone gathered here early because the convoy brought something new?

Buddy was wondering when he saw his foreman squeeze out of the crowd with a smile on his face, and the foreman was holding a few large papers full of words and pictures, emitting the smell of ink.

"Boss," Buddy hurried over, "What good thing did the convoy bring?"

"Oh, Buddy," the foreman was in a good mood, and was quite excited to show off. He waved the paper in his hand and said loudly, "Look, newspaper! New things coming from the city!"

"Newspaper?" Buddy was stunned for a moment. The convoy had indeed brought new things, and just like every time before, as long as it was new things from the city, it must have been something that everyone had never heard of. "Are you talking about these pieces of paper? What is this... for?"

"Civilians can buy books that they can read," the foreman glanced at Buddy, with pride in his eyes and tone. Although he only bought newspapers earlier than others, he was extremely proud. "There are a lot of things written on it, even the recent changes in the city."

"Where?" Buddy immediately leaned forward, "Where is it written...what is it written?"

"Here, the Baimu Street Community in Xicheng District has been built, and new immigrants who have obtained citizenship are relocating. There is also here. It is said that the price of wheat and fur is going to be reduced recently because the trade route with Gelanling has been opened. Also, here, is the Holy Light Church in the Holy Spirit Plain crazy... They have all started to burn other people's churches?"

The foreman pointed at the sections in the newspaper, and as he spoke, he showed a surprised expression on his face, and then he looked at the news carefully. Buddy stared at the side with his eyes widened, but suddenly felt a sense of depression.

He can't read it...

He recognized words, but only a small part of them. At most, he could spell his name, age, address, and understand the form on the work card. This was because he attended a night school for a few days in the village. Last year, there was a night school in the village. A teacher from the city came to teach everyone five days a week. Buddy had been there several times, but he didn't listen at all!

He looked at the newspaper full of words and couldn't help but feel upset.

The foreman was looking at the contents of the newspaper seriously, not caring about Buddy's annoyance at all. He laughed halfway through the newspaper, and there seemed to be some interesting jokes or funny stories in it. However, for Buddy, everything was not destined to be.

Even if this newspaper is said to only have a few copper plates.

He knew that he could not ask the foreman to read the newspaper for himself, even if the foreman usually had a good relationship with everyone, this kind of requirement would be unrealistic.

Several familiar workers squeezed out of the crowd. Buddy raised his eyelids and looked at him. He saw that one of them was holding a newspaper in his hand, and was walking while splitting the newspaper in his hand and handing it to the others.

They may have bought a newspaper together. Although it is cheap enough for a few copper plates, for many lumberjacks who have just had some spare money, spending money to buy a few pieces of paper to read is probably a "not worthwhile" behavior. However, they are curious about the content in the newspaper, so it is very likely that they will buy it together. Anyway, a newspaper contains several pieces, and these people can take turns to read it.

Buddy looked at those people with a little envy, muttering in his heart that they were all poor people who were from coolies and dealing with axes and saws. Now he was walking like a scholar, and he rolled up the newspaper and clamped it under his arms as if he was holding a book. It was really...

It's so decent...

Buddy touched his pocket, suddenly gritted his teeth, turned his head and walked towards the convoy.

The foreman was finishing reading some things at this time, and looked up and saw Buddy's actions. He couldn't help but shouted curiously from behind: "What are you doing? You're about to call me!"

"I'll buy a newspaper!"

"Can you watch it?"

Buddy didn't look back: "I'll buy it and study it slowly, and I can't wait until Mr. Bernard comes and ask him for advice!"

"Mr. Bernard" is the teacher who was sent to Shuanglin Village to give lectures, a second-level clerk who works in the Government Affairs Department.

Looking at Buddy, who seemed to be angry when he walked, the foreman shrugged, looked down at the newspaper in his hand again.

He murmured to himself: "I have to put it away when I go back and save a few more pieces to stick... I have a book at home."

...

In front of the Holy Spirit Plain, in front of the Rock Fortress, Wright Aviken raised his head and looked up at the ancient fortress standing in the southernmost part of the Holy Spirit Plain.

The black high wall of the fortress shines in the sunlight with a slight grid-like brilliance. The copper poured into the bricks of the city wall is shining. The builders of the Rock Fortress melted the copper and mixed the pure gold and copper into the copper juice. This magical alloy will absorb the magic power from the sun when it is exposed to the sun and slowly release it throughout the day and night, making the entire city wall extremely solid. This magnificent and solid fortress is the product of the fog and moon chaos a hundred years ago.

It stands between the mountains at the junction of the Southern Territory and the Holy Spirit Plain, controlling the necessary path to the Holy Spirit Plain from the Southern Territory. Even the Dorgon River, which connects north and south, also flows through the gates on the side of the fortress. It is a huge irony, symbolizing the complete blockade of the entire southern region by the Kingdom. In the whole century after the fortress was completed, the Southern Territory became a land of deliberate exile. The Second Dynasty was afraid that the ancient and huge Cecil family would make a comeback and shake the royal family. So while constantly separating and weakening the southern Territory, it also built this fortress, as if to regard the Rock Fortress as the new "southern border" of the kingdom and throwing the survivors of the Cecil family to the wasteland in the south.

This extremely strong fortress is used to prevent the founding of the kingdom.

However, in the past century, the Cecil family has never crossed this level. They silently endured the failure of the fog moon civil unrest and silently accepted the separation and suppression of the royal family. It was not until last year that the ancestor of Cecil was resurrected that the members of this family crossed the Rock Fortress and headed to the Holy Spirit Plain for the first time.
Chapter completed!