After finalizing the payment, Roland planned to tear down another obstacle on the road to great development.
That was to formulate standard units.
The universal education in Neverwinter had already incorporated millimeters, centimeters, meters, kilometers and other units into the textbooks to replace the original inches, feet and feet, which was quite effective. Especially in the construction and industrial production departments, measuring instruments made with the new units were more accurate and had been widely accepted.
The one-centimeter standard prototype, which was an iron bar as wide as Roland's fingernail, was kept in the castle study.
What he needed to do next was to integrate the other units and promote them to the whole country of Graycastle.
The reason why he took this step now was that the previous production and education levels were not urgent for other new units, and it was difficult to replicate the technology.
After all, it was meaningless to have standards. If they could not be made into measuring instruments, people would not be able to use them in real life.
But now, these difficulties were no longer a problem.
For example, one cubic decimeter container was defined as one liter, and one liter of water was defined as one kilogram. Another example was to define one meter long pendulum's period as one second … The former could use a hummingbird to accurately replicate a kilogram prototype of the same weight, and the latter could be used to measure time using a pendulum clock. As long as there were prototypes and models, the factories in Neverwinter could produce a large number of replicas.
Otherwise, it would be a waste of time and energy to rely on Anna to make all the measuring instruments.
When the industrial technology reached a certain level, the popularization of more accurate measurement units became a matter of course.
He was not worried that these standards were not "pure" enough. In fact, the standard prototypes used in human history were constantly changing with the progress of the times.
...
Three days later, Iron Axe finally led the Eastern Front Army back to Neverwinter. At the same time, Echo, who had been in the Port of Clearwater for nearly half a year, arrived.
Roland looked at the two Sand Nation people who were reporting to him in front of his desk and sighed slightly in his heart. Both of them were originally Sinners who had been exiled from their families. One had concealed his identity and wandered to Border Town, relying on hunting for a living; the other had been sold as a slave and lived a tormented life. But now, they were indispensable members of the senior management of Neverwinter.
Iron Axe, who had shouldered the heavy responsibility alone and had been busy outside for several months, did not show any signs of fatigue on his face. On the contrary, he was in high spirits because of the war, and his every movement was like that of a general. Echo's change was even more obvious. The shadow that her life as a slave had cast on her gradually faded away. Her blue-grey eyes were now shining with confidence, and her temperament was more and more in line with her position as the chief of Osha.
Sure enough, experience could change a person.
Echo's report was very simple. The Wildflame clan had fulfilled their agreement, and the first batch of migration teams had already settled in the Port of Clearwater. Influenced by the number one clan in Iron Sand City, many other small clans came to her and expressed their willingness to work for the great chief. The whole plan went very smoothly. By the end of the year, the population of the Port of Clearwater was estimated to reach 30,000 people, which was already comparable to the population of the old king's city.
She also brought a letter from Spear, the Lord of Fallen Dragon Ridge. It was obvious that she was here to ask for food.
"Spear said that she's just the manager of a small fief and doesn't have any experience in taking care of so many people. She's been under a lot of pressure recently." Echo imitated Spear's tone and said, "Although the experienced people sent by City Hall are useful, according to their suggestion, we need at least 200 to 300 clerks to accommodate so many migrants. If Your Majesty doesn't take care of her, she'll have the urge to throw away her burden and run to Neverwinter to be a common witch."
Roland could not help but chuckle. "Being a common witch doesn't mean being idle. Soroya and Leaf are waiting for you. If you don't use up your magic power every day, how can you be worthy of the magic channel? " "I see. I'll give her more of the new officials who pass the review. You've worked hard this time. Take a good rest for a few days. "
"Yes." She bowed and then asked expectantly, "By the way, Your Majesty, have you recently... composed any new songs?"
"Uh, you can sing all of the previous ones?"
"Yes... they're very effective, especially when it comes to inspiring people," Echo replied with a smile. "And when I'm confused, I'll sing the songs you taught me. If it weren't for those songs, I'm afraid I wouldn't have lasted until today."
It seemed that coordinating relations between clans and maintaining order in the Southern Territory was not as easy as she had reported. But she had borne all the difficulties and setbacks alone.
"I see," Roland said slowly. "I'll have someone copy the new songs and send them to your room."
Echo bowed deeply and said, "That's great. Thank you!"
Even if he knew nothing about music, he could still search for it in the Dream World. He could not say no to such a request.
After Echo left, Roland looked at Iron Axe.
"You've worked hard too."
"No, Your Majesty." Iron Axe hurriedly put his hand on his chest and said, "It's my duty to fight for you. Not only did I not feel tired, but I actually enjoyed it."
"Really?" Roland smiled and did not deny it. "What happened to the nobles who fled to Seawindshire? You didn't burn them down again, did you? "
"I wanted to do that, but they ran too fast," Iron Axe said seriously. "By the time the First Army cleared Valencia and arrived at Seawindshire, the suburbs had become a wasteland. Not only that, but several granaries in the city were also set on fire. Obviously, they would rather destroy the city than hand it over to you intact. "
This was probably the last revenge of the rebel king's faction. He thought that if the Eastern Front Army hadn't made sufficient preparations and had dozens of cement carriers working day and night to provide supplies, they would have had no choice but to retreat at this point. Otherwise, the city people who lacked food would regard the First Army as a target to loot. Once they fired, it would be difficult to restore order.
"Where did they escape to?"
"Some to the Fjords, and some to the other three kingdoms," Iron Axe replied regretfully. "It's a pity that the First Army doesn't have ships. Otherwise, I wouldn't have let them go."
"Don't worry. As long as they dare to use their original surnames, I'll get rid of them sooner or later," Roland said slowly. At least those who fled to the Kingdom of Dawn were no different from flies who threw themselves into a trap. This group of people was probably Timothy's last loyal followers. He was not worried that they would make a comeback. He just felt that they were an eyesore.
After asking about the aftermath of the Eastern Region, Roland suddenly thought of a previous question.
"By the way, tricking the nobles into prison and then pretending to burn them down... Is this your idea?"
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