Gawain knew very well that Norris didn't know what the 'position' he was talking about was, nor did he know what the new system that was going to be implemented in this land was. He was currently immersed in the joy of becoming a 'respectable person', but in fact, this old farmer probably couldn't even imagine how the respectable people in the town usually lived their lives.
But it did not matter because Gwen was going to establish an order and situation in this world that had never existed before. Not only Norris could not imagine it, even Heti and Rebecca could not imagine it.
He knew that he had to be cautious and let everything go smoothly and under control to prevent the backlash of this era from being too impatient. But he had to do it. The warning from the satellite monitoring station a few days ago was still in his ears. If the demonic wave was unavoidable, it was better to do something than to do nothing.
After Norris left, Heti finally could not help but ask her question. "Ancestor, do you really want him to manage your land?"
Gwen knew that Heti would have questions, so he was not surprised at all. He just looked at her with a smile. "Is there anything wrong?"
"Although he can read, he …" Heti wanted to say that he was from a poor family, but after thinking about it, she changed her words. "I'm afraid that he is not knowledgeable enough and does not understand the rules of the upper class. If you let him be your land steward, I'm afraid that he will mess things up and be punished for nothing."
Gawain just looked at Heidi quietly until she felt a little uncomfortable. Then he suddenly asked, "Where is the upper class that you mentioned?"
Heti was stunned.
Gwen smiled and raised his finger to point around. "Look at this land that has nothing. There is no upper class here, no aristocratic etiquette and no lowly rules. Throw all those pedantic things into the scorched land of the old Cecil! In this land, everything will start from scratch. All the rules, laws, and standards will be brand new! "
Heti looked at the wasteland that was being reclaimed and the camp in the distance. Here, she could not see the majestic castle or the lowly dwellings of the poor. The camp was built according to Gwen's plan, strictly adhering to the four principles of 'tidiness, hygiene, efficiency, and space for development'. The rules such as' the lowly dwellings should not face the castle ',' the noble area should be separated from the slums by more than one street ', and' the serfs should not live in the middle and inner areas' were nowhere to be seen here.
She vaguely understood Gwen's meaning.
Gwen looked at Heti. He knew that she did not have a deep-rooted aristocratic traditional concept. As a down-and-out aristocrat, the poverty of life was the best factor to stimulate her thinking. The recent generations of the Cecil family had been excluded from the core aristocratic circle, so they were becoming less and less like aristocrats. Take Heti for example, she would even go to the construction site to help with the work, so her thinking was absolutely flexible. However, the habits and social constraints brought about by the identity of "aristocrats" were very difficult to deal with. She subconsciously thought that a poor farmer, even if he could read and count, was not qualified to help Gwen manage the territory — and manage the most important food issue.
Looking at the change of expression on his descendant's face, Gwen knew that she already had an idea, but he still needed to give her a push. So he continued, "As for whether a poor farmer can be a supervisor — do you know what the ancestors of the Franklin family in the Eastern Region did?"
"The Duke of the Western Region?" Heti was stunned for a moment. "I remember in the history books that the Franklin family's ancestor was in charge of steel and was the 'Iron General' of the expeditionary army …"
"Yes, he was a blacksmith, but he had a monstrous strength. He was talented enough and lucky enough to grow up during the northern expedition." Gwen smiled. "Guess what I did at that time?"
Heti was shocked by the truth of the first Duke of the Western Region. At this time, she did not dare to be so sure. "I remember in the history books … it seems that you are the Knight of Knights and the starting point of all the role models of Knight."
"Yes, I was a Knight's apprentice. I muddled along until the age of fifteen before I finally mastered my first martial arts. But before my mentor had time to write a recommendation letter for my lord, he got drunk and fell into the river and drowned. I had no choice but to write a recommendation letter myself and put the mentor's stamp on it to find my lord. But halfway there, the demonic tide broke out and my lord also died. Then I met Charlie, who was leading a group of people to escape. He said that the South was a mess, and if we went further south, we would die. I told him, 'I still have to be a Knight. I studied for several years and finally passed.' As a result, Charlie told me a famous saying in front of everyone:"
Gwen deliberately paused for a moment. Heti could not help but ask, "What famous saying?"
"We will be known as the Knight. Anyway, the lords of the South are all dead."
Heti: "… Known as?! That works?! "
"However, this is the truth." Gwen stopped smiling and looked into Heti's eyes. "A chuunibyou who claimed to be the leader of the Northern Army led a group of blacksmiths, carpenters, apprentices, and unemployed people who claimed to be the Knight's Regiment. They were able to cross the entire wasteland and establish a kingdom here. Do you think this is because we are born with noble blood? Or are we all blessed by God? "
Heti: "….."
"There were originally no nobles on the land. It was just that those who first stood up held the wealth in their hands in advance, so they became nobles." Gwen patted Heti's shoulder (she was older and could not pat her head all day long like Rebecca). "Apart from this difference, the Ansu is just a kingdom built by a group of bumpkins. The land in front of us now is the situation when the Ansu was first established. And I am going to introduce some new rules on this land. "
Heti frowned slightly. A vague uneasiness made her hesitate, but she did not know what was wrong. "I … I dare not imagine what the future will be like if I really do this."
"Yeah, it's a little early for me to tell you this." Gwen nodded slightly. "But I believe you will be on my side."
"Of course!" Heti answered without hesitation. "You are the only pillar of this land! You are also the only pillar of support for me and Rebecca … "
"Then I will promise you one thing. What I do is to bring prosperity and civilization to this land. As long as you follow my footsteps, you and Rebecca will see an unprecedentedly powerful Cecil family," Gwen said seriously. "Do you accept this promise?"
Heidi nodded her head vigorously.
"Then let's go back to the management problem." Gwen smiled. "About the plan to let the so-called 'civilians' or even the 'paupers' participate in the management of the territory."
"You've prepared more positions, haven't you?" Heti had already guessed what Gwen wanted to do from the previous conversation. "Although I don't think it's inappropriate now, is it really necessary?"
Gwen looked at Heti from head to toe. This beautiful and elegant lady was so tired in the past few days that even her face looked haggard. At this time, let alone being elegant, she did not even bother to wash her face today.
She was almost responsible for the internal affairs of the entire camp. At this time, she still looked like a fairy, but she did not realize the problem of the lack of a management team.
"Do you think you can take on all the internal affairs management alone?" Gwen said slowly.
"It's a little tiring now, but after all, it's just the beginning. When the territory is on the right track …"
"You can't manage it when it's on the right track because you have never 'managed' before." Gwen squinted at her. "Have you done the population statistics? Have you done the production statistics? Have you done the economic statistics? Have you done the previous year's income, sales and reserves and the next year's development plan? Let's not talk about these. Have you ever controlled how many gold coins entered and how many gold coins left the territory in a year? "
Heti's eyes were like mosquito coils. "… Huh?"
"At the end of each year, send someone to the granary to see how much food is left. When the grain is collected, count how many people still owe rent. This is not internal affairs management." Gwen smiled. "I asked you and Rebecca to count the names, ages, occupations and families of the 800 people. Tell me the truth, what do you think of those forms?"
Heti was convinced. "It's really convenient. For the first time, I know that there is such a simple way to find out how many people in the territory are from all walks of life. When arranging production, we can directly use the records on the forms without sending people to find out where the various craftsmen are."
"One day, when the territory has 8,000, or even 80,000 people, do you and Rebecca plan to count by yourselves? One day, when the territory expands to the south of the Gloom Mountains, do you plan to cross the mountains to knock on each person's door and ask about their family situation? "
Heti was speechless.
"If you want to continue to be so convenient, you must have a 'management team'." Gwen spread out his hands. "And to build such an organization, we must involve the people."
Heti thought for a moment and frowned. "But most people in the territory can't even write their own names, so how …"
"So that's the next step of my plan," Gwen said with a smile. "Let them learn to read."
Heti was speechless.
The number of times she was shocked speechless today was probably more than half of her previous life.
Gwen gave Heti some time to think and react. He looked at the people who were not far away, reporting to the supervisors about the work progress.
Things could not be done overnight.
It took time to establish a system, and it was even more difficult to build a society on the basis of this system. And to build a kingdom on the basis of the latter … it would probably take many years.
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