This seems to be an era of steel.

As if overnight, the world familiar to people on this land undergoes earth-shaking changes.

Last year, people were still living a life that had not changed for hundreds of years. Civilians worked between the soil, sunrise and sunset, knights rode horses around the castle, full of mighty momentum, nobles and wives feasted day and night in the castle, and the countryside taverns were filled with absurd stories about black magic, wizards, monsters and warriors. People lived step by step in their own position, as it was a century ago, and as it was two centuries ago.

However, one day, the nobles ordered their troops to go on the expedition, and the mighty knights left the territory neatly. The nobles also left the castle. The vast army left the confiscated food and colorful flags. The old people said that such things would always happen several times in their lives. The knights who went on the expedition would return to the territory in a year or two, with a large pile of gold and silver and groups of slaves. However, the knights who went on the expedition did not come back, nor did the nobles in the castle come back.

The old people have never encountered such a thing.

A new master came to the castle. The lord was abolished and the lord's laws were also abolished. A new and powerful lord set new rules for the entire southern border. The Government Affairs Department replaced the lord and consultant, and the clerk replaced the tax collector and the steward. The rules of the whole world changed drastically, and it became thrilling.

Then, the era of steel came, and the newspaper last week described it like this.

Sam, who lives in the village around Hosman, thinks this description is very appropriate, and it is really a noun that cultural people can come up with.

The rising sun dispels the water vapor accumulated at night. There is a refreshing morning in early summer in the northern country. The lukewarm temperature makes people feel refreshed. Sam came out of his home, wearing a linen cloth that he had just bought last year, a kettle hanging around his waist, shoes on his feet, and a cake that he had prepared to eat on the road because he didn't have time to have breakfast. He walked towards the yard of the "Agricultural Machinery Management Office".

There are seventeen people named Sam in the village. Most of the uneducated rural people can't think of other names, either Sam or George, or John and Tom. However, since the night school last year, everyone has read a few words, and ten people named Sam have changed their names, but this does not include him.

He didn't like his name, but felt that he had been called for half his life and was really used to it.

He just changed his son "Tom" to "Parney". The night school teacher said that this word is a noun in the magic industry, meaning "power". He thinks that his son is his own motivation.

The yard of the Agricultural Machinery Management Office is right in front.

Sam speeded up and became a little looking forward.

Agricultural machinery was brought by the Government Affairs Department, just like the distribution and measurement bill of arable land, they were new things promoted by the new lord. As a farmer who had just learned a few words in the night school, Sam did not understand the principles of those machinery, just as he did not understand why the lord moved people from remote villages to Hosman City and the surrounding villages and towns, but this did not prevent him from figuring out one thing: agricultural machinery is a good thing.

The rumbling machines are very powerful, and can match the power of several people and several cows. With them, together with cheap druid potions and re-planning and measuring the integrated land, the grain harvest this year is simply incredible.

The door of the Agricultural Machinery Management Office was open, and Sam walked in carefully. He looked around first, but did not see anyone who arrived earlier than him. Then he saw that the steel-made machine was parked quietly in the yard.

It has rigid lines, like a large iron box with rows of wheels and metal bands wrapped around the wheels, and at the front of the machine is a mechanical device with plucking teeth, chains and roller frames.

A young man was busy around the lead-gray machine, as if checking the connection of the mechanical device for packing and throwing wheat straw at the back of the machine. When he saw Sam, he raised his hand and pointed to the small house not far away: "Go to register there, I will be ready here in a while."

Sam quickly nodded to the young man and quickly walked into the cottage in the yard.

A clerk of the government affairs department in a white shirt sat in a hut, looking through a newspaper. Sam came to the table and saw a black bold title printed on it. After barely identifying it, he understood what it was: "The Trail Blazers traveled to the Carol Region citizens cheered along the coast"

In the next section, he saw a line of titles with a slightly smaller font size: "The bandits in the Gravel Ridge have subsided, and a total of seven knights have been pampered."

"Can you recognize the word?"

The clerk behind the table raised his head and looked at the farmer standing in front of him as he spoke. This was a typical farmer, bent over and hunched, dark, thick hands and feet, and wrinkles climbed up his face early. He looked like an old man, but he should have just reached middle age.

Sam woke up in a panic and nodded in a hurry: "Ah, recognize, recognize... Sorry, Master, I am..."

"It's okay, it's a good thing to recognize words. I know more and laughed at the reporter, "Don't be so nervous, I'm not a noble, I'm like you, a civilian."

"Oh," Sam nodded a little panickedly. The gentlemen and ladies of the Government Affairs Department were kind and good people, at least much more friendly than the previous tax officials and managers, but he still became subconsciously nervous when facing these people, "I... I came to borrow harvesters and tractors, and I had the number three days in front."

As he spoke, he took out the note he had placed close to his body. It was the number he got in the yard three days ago. Since he got it, he has not dared to put the note more than one meter away from him for three days: there is only the only harvester and a tractor here, which was transferred from Hosmann City not long ago. This newly emerging machine is as precious as a magic car, and the opportunity to use it...is equally precious.

The clerk sent by the Government Affairs Department to manage agricultural machinery took a look at the contents on the note, compared it with the registration book at hand, and nodded: "Sam, do you have your name and resident number. Leave it for a long time to harvest the land in the second district of the west of the road."

"Yes, yes," Sam nodded repeatedly, "Second Zone 2, Zone 2."

"Your voucher, the mechanic is in the yard. You should have seen it just now, just give it to him. The tractor went to the town to pick up goods. I'll come back later. I'll ask the mechanic to find you," the clerk in a white shirt took out a card with words from under the table and handed it to Sam. "In addition, there is no need to pay, your family is the first activist to respond to land replacement. The mechanic's remuneration has been paid by the Government Affairs Department."

"Thank you, thank you."

Sam took the voucher, thanked him repeatedly, and then quickly left the house.

The clerk in charge of managing agricultural machinery looked at the simple farmer going out, then lowered his head and looked at the registration book in his hand.

The names were arranged on it, making him laugh.

When the first tractor was transported to Hosman, the clanging and powerful and majestic machine scared away half of the onlookers, just like the first magic car entering the city and the first water pump turned on, causing quite a lot of chaos.

But in just such a short time, so many people have come to borrow harvesters and tractors.

This should be attributed to the several machine displays organized by the Government Affairs Department a while ago. In front of the people, the Government Affairs Department showed people how effective agricultural machines can be, which dispelled everyone's doubts. After all, for farmers, being able to feed more food is better than anything else.

The harvester is a new thing, and it only appeared after the appearance of the magic car. It is said that the magic technicians in Cecil City were conducting research on agricultural machinery as soon as possible after building the magic car. It was not until the research last fall to the spring this year that a series of incredible machines were built.

No matter what new technology products appear, they will first be applied to the military to ensure the safety of their homes, and then try their best to use them among the people to ensure the prosperity of the people. The upper class enjoyment is always at the end of all applications. This is the most different place between Cecil and other places.

The clerk has sorted out the records of renting harvesters over the past week, lamenting the rapid development of the new magic industry, and also lamenting the bumper harvest this year.

Since the implementation of the New Deal, Horsmann has been the most rapidly and thoroughly transformed region. With the efforts of Consul Dedaros, the Government Affairs Office has used Cecil's successful experience on this land, and the facts have proved that this borrowing is effective, especially in the field of agriculture.

A large number of farmers in remote villages moved to the surrounding areas of the city and into several key satellite towns. The land of the old aristocratic fields and knight estates was remeasured and distributed, becoming contracted land for new immigrants. Relying on the distribution of grain, selling druid potions at low prices, and conducting unified agronomy training, coupled with appropriate reward and punishment measures, the originally scattered traditional farming was quickly replaced by Cecil's "planned agriculture". Now, all the results have come to people.

A foreseeable harvest.

In the yard, Sam handed the card to the worker who was in charge of controlling the machine, then grabbed the handrail on one side of the machine and climbed onto the seat next to the worker, took a deep breath, trying to calm down his nervous mood.

He looked down at the shoes on his feet and confirmed that it was not damaged while climbing the tracks and pedals, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

This is his first new pair of shoes in recent years.

The machine started, and driven by magic, a sound of parts running came from its steel-made "beauty". When it just started to vibrate, Sam subconsciously grabbed the handrail at his hand, and a layer of sweat broke out in his palm, but when the machine drove smoothly through the gate of the yard, his pounding heart had stabilized.

He saw that there was endless land outside, and one of the lands waiting to be cultivated belonged to him.

This can calm him down more than anything else.

Sam sat on this machine monster, watching the mechanic skillfully control the pull rods, pedals and steering wheels, and directing the heavy steel creature forward with some technique he couldn't understand, suddenly feeling a little envious.

He didn't know if he had the chance to touch the levers and pedals with his own hands. He felt that he probably had no chance. He was old and really couldn't learn such complicated things, but Parni... he was still young, so he might be able to do it.

The child learned a lot in school. He was the smartest child in the history of the entire family. If he kept learning, he might also become a smart man who specializes in controlling machines.

The steel-made machine drove towards the field.

The knights who were wearing armor and showing off their power among the towns were gone, and the nobles who feasted all day in the castle were gone. In the tavern in the countryside, the group of people who discussed black magic and wizards had now learned to sing loudly in the newspaper, and Sam...

Sam sat on the machine driving towards his own farmland, feeling the vibration and power of the steel under him.

This is probably the so-called "the era of steel".

...

In Cecil City, in the Machinery Manufacturing Institute-Agricultural Machinery Workshop, Gao Wen looked at the rough and simple behemoth in front of him, and was filled with power, and was filled with emotion.

This thing... was finally made in the tractor assembly workshop.

A white knight from the Church of Holy Light is praying for this behemoth: "... The Holy Light blesses its wheels and tracks, may it never capsize, may its barrel, may it never be hot, may its engine, may it always be full of strength..."
Chapter completed!