Open a school

Secret medicine?

Mason was stunned for a moment, then immediately understood what the so-called "secret medicine" was. He had to admit that the name was quite confusing, at least no one would associate it with crystal if he told it to others.

With Gloria around, this was no big deal for him now, and with Ham's help, it was even easier. The young man promised generously: "I will arrange a new batch of secret medicine and manpower to help."

The herald was extremely happy. These were life-saving things that would actually be used on them, and his tone immediately became friendly.

"On behalf of the entire West, I thank you for your generosity. If you need anything, you can always come to me, Master Mason."

"It's just a small matter. You're welcome."

Mason's heart moved. At this point, it was time to take advantage of the reconstruction to promote more things.

He pondered for a while, then smiled and said to the messenger: "I have a message that I need you to take back."

"I've heard an old saying, 'It's better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish.' If you are interested in the West, I can send someone to teach you the secret medicine making process."

"Are you serious about this?"

Shouldn't this technology be firmly grasped in hand? The messenger could hardly imagine what kind of uproar would be caused once this news was spread. It was like throwing expensive jewelry into a sea of ​​people, not only would it attract countless covetous eyes, but it would also produce unknown consequences. No matter which one, the young lord would be at the center of the storm.

Seeing his confusion, Mason explained, "The amount of secret medicine I can make is limited. The more people who know how to make it, the more people I can help. To achieve this goal, more people must be exposed to the knowledge so that they can learn how to use and make it."

After all, his goal was not power.

His goal was simple.

If you want to overthrow the rule of your superiors, you must enlighten the people, but when people are hungry, cold, and their lives are in danger, it means that not many people will learn.

It's different if there are benefits. If you want to make white crystal, you must learn mathematics, physics, chemistry and writing, and thus enlighten the people. The artificial people sent out are the best teachers.

The herald was in awe of Mason's kindness. Regardless of whether what the other party said was true or false, these few words alone were enough to make him a saint: "I will definitely pass on your words exactly as they are, so that everyone will know your achievements."

"It's not about achievements, it's the result of everyone's hard work. It must have been hard to come here, please have a good rest in Guixiangcheng."

Mason sent someone to take the messenger away, but he didn't care much about the honor of the earl. He got the earl position just to be able to move up a level and get better resources. The young man stood up and was about to leave when he saw someone walking towards him from the window. He squinted and recognized that it was Failel wearing a cloak.

Mason hurried out to greet her: "Mom, why are you here?"

Some names are so familiar that they are taken for granted. Faile touched his hair and said softly, "I made some venison soup and sent some to you. You must have been very busy recently. You look thinner."

"That's not so exaggerated. We just met the day before yesterday. You worry too much."

Mason took the soup box from her, and the two walked back, talking and laughing. He asked, "Where's Dad?"

"He's handling official business in the Government Affairs Office. Don't worry about him. I've left his share alone."

Mason nodded and the reception room became a makeshift restaurant. Fayrel's cooking skills were excellent. The venison had a strong smell, but after using heavy spices to suppress it, it did not overpower the guests. After being simmered over low heat for several hours, the soup was extremely mellow, and the rich taste seemed to melt on the tip of the tongue. The deliciousness of the soup and the tenderness of the venison intertwined, with a hint of wild flavor. Mason drank the soup in big gulps, and Fayrel sat beside him, his eyes full of kindness.

"I know you are a thoughtful kid, but you have to take care of yourself first."

The boy drank the soup slowly. Perhaps all parents in the world are the same. Mason vaguely remembered that his mother in his previous life had said something similar, but he had forgotten all the feelings at that time. The Monster Lord took away a part of him, causing Li Xinyang to lose his sense of belonging to the original world and completely become Mason in the Black Mist era.

It was an ordinary evening, a thick fog shrouded the hometown, the street lights were dimly lit, every household was lit up, and there were faint calls from parents calling their children back home late.

As the hot soup poured down his throat, Mason felt a sudden pain in his nose as he listened to the other person's chatter. If only he were really just an ordinary person, but unfortunately he didn't have the leisure time for that.

The young count swallowed the warm soup to hide his sadness: "Thank you, mother."

Faile was quick to notice his strangeness, but she did not point it out, and continued to chat leisurely: "I heard that the envoy from the west has arrived. What did you talk about?"

"He brought the Earl's medal and talked about some trade matters. I plan to take advantage of the opportunity of selling crystals to open a school in the west to spread knowledge."

A trace of solemnity flashed across Faile's eyes. As smart as she was, she immediately realized the meaning behind this plan.

"This is not an easy task. People in the West are short of resources. Most of the limited manpower is used to survive. Few people are interested in learning. It is not easy to convince the nobles. If more people learn, there will be fewer people hunting and training, and everyone will starve."

"I will try to persuade Count Ya'an to start farming in the south. Compared with hunting and fishing, the income from farming is the most stable. With enough food, I will let Wormwood do some research to further reduce the cost of cement and promote solid and cheap housing. Only when people are well fed and well clothed can they gradually change from being forced to learning to actively learning."

As for the problem of manpower shortage in the short term, we can only rely on artificial humans and machines. As for what kind of machines will replace humans? What about the problem of artificial humans' self-awareness?

As long as it doesn't cause pollution or go out of control, it's a good machine. If it can't even survive, it's good enough to have someone to do the work. What qualifications do you have to dislike artificial humans? Even if something goes wrong, don't we still have the mechanic and Ham?

"This... even if it can be successful, it will be difficult. Even the Lord of All Things and Omnipotence who possesses the power of purification has not been able to accomplish the feat of purifying the entire human kingdom. Your idea may be correct, but there will be countless obstacles along the way."

"I only know one thing. When humans interfere with the realm of gods, gods are no longer gods. There are some things that cannot be done by relying on gods. Only humans can accomplish them."

The boy put down the spoon in his hand. The soft light reflected the smile on the corner of his lips, which was shockingly firm.

Fate had shown him the outline of the future: all the stars would eventually fall, and if the gods were to perish, there would be only one way forward, and that was for humans to open up a path themselves.

Moreover, opening a school to eliminate illiteracy was only the first step of the plan. He didn't even dare to tell the rest for fear of scaring the other party.

In Mason's conception, the South should become a major grain producer, transporting grain to other regions. With food guaranteed, people will be able to learn and strengthen themselves, driving the development of mankind. When the South stabilizes, other regions will also gradually stabilize. As long as the problem of survival is solved, humans can bring into play the resilience in their bones.

Then, he can truly begin to realize his plan, overturn the mountain that weighs on humanity, and fundamentally reverse this wrong era!

“It’s going to be hard.”

Faile looked at him silently, with a look of heartache. Even knowing only part of the plan, she realized that her child was walking a tightrope.

“I’ve already been prepared for that realization.”

He never wanted to see the people he cared about die again, nor did he want to experience the feeling of powerlessness. The Lord of Monsters was always the sword of Damocles hanging over his head. If he wanted to dispel the shadow, he had to defeat Him head-on.

To do this, Mason needs strength, even if the road is rough and difficult. Everything that doesn't kill him will only make him stronger, until he is sharpened into an indestructible blade, blazing a light to the future.

Faile sighed and said, "Whatever choice you make, we will support you."

"...Thank you."

"There's no need to say thank you among family members."

The woman smiled. As a parent, she could only provide support to her son, as he was so successful. Faile made up her mind that she would urge her husband to work overtime and solve more problems for her son when she got home.

With her encouragement, Mason suddenly gained more confidence and immersed himself in making a detailed plan.

The planting and reclamation plan in the south...jointly with Ya'an and other counts...

The Chamber of Commerce cooperated with the East and North to purchase metal and polluted medicinal materials on a large scale...further enhancing the status of the Chamber of Commerce...

New technology research...Order robots...Call for funds...

Mass production of androids... extraction of white crystal... trade with the western border...

Daily city maintenance... Checking the status of the androids... Regularly clearing the territory of monsters... Reducing the concentration of the black mist...

The creation of the vest legend...the completion of the daily character setting...

The plan for the new town was handed over to Rambo through the intercom, the Chamber of Commerce affairs were handed over to Bai, and the rest were handed over to the corresponding personnel. Mason himself devoted himself to continuing to open up and build new towns. Such a large territory cannot have only Guixiang City. Only when multiple cities support each other can we defend against the counterattack of the black fog to the greatest extent.

The development of the territory takes time, the construction of machinery takes time, the accumulation of world trees takes time, everything takes time, and in the midst of the rapid development, time flies by so fast that it was not until Morse reminded him that Mason realized that the time for the knighthood ceremony was approaching.

Well, one more thing was added to his already busy schedule: preparations for the investiture ceremony. Not only did it include his own outfit, but it also involved cleaning and promoting the entire city.

Looking at the long list, the young man said with resentment: "Morse, do you think it's too late for me to postpone the knighthood ceremony now?"

The Bloodline smiled and said, "My Lord, please stop joking."

Just when Mason was really considering sending a letter to the western frontier, the supplies promised by the Nobles Association finally arrived.