When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

#637 - Trinity Education Team and Horse-Drawn Tramways

Due to the large number of people and luggage, and the insufficient number of carriages, the Upper River Isle University group split into two groups.

One group stayed at the dock to receive and guard the luggage, while the other group boarded the carriages and headed towards the Holy Machine Court.

They needed to settle their accommodation in the North Shore District first, and then bring the rest of the students over.

Lifting the curtain, Leonardo leaned against the carriage window, looking at the piles of flax fields not far from the roadside.

The flax in autumn had long passed the flowering season, and its clustered plants appeared golden or light brown.

The sunlight was soft, with rolling cyan forests and faintly visible dilapidated buildings in the distance.

Scattered shadows of trees might be cast on the fields, and the flax fields swayed in the breeze, like flowing golden waves.

Leonardo couldn't tell whether the golden color of the flax came from the golden light of the sun, or if it was its own color.

After passing this area, Leonardo's expression suddenly became serious.

Because he saw, under the clear blue sky, groups of tall laborers with their necks and ankles chained, reclaiming new land in the fields.

Their beards were all shaved, their hair was only an inch long, and they wore uniform black and white thin uniforms, constantly swinging hoes and shovels.

Unlike those flax fields, there were not only Cheka and Gendarmerie earthwork camps in the fields, but also armed guards patrolling back and forth on the roadside.

"These are... slaves?" Leonardo asked, frowning.

"No, this is the Holy Trinity Education Corps reclaiming new fields." The guide glanced over and explained, pointing to the fields, "Those short ones are criminals such as hooligans and rascals, and they are responsible for carrying stones and spreading fertilizer.

Those reclaiming the land are knights and monks. These knights are strong and have breathing techniques, and they can reclaim almost 1.5 to 2 acres of land every day."

A large portion of these Holy Trinity Education Corps members are knights who have undergone public trials. In addition to reclaiming land every day, they also have to collectively repent.

The Cheka selects four or five model penitents to release every year, but they can only operate within the Autumn Dusk Island, and are not allowed to hold public office for three generations.

For the wives and children of these knights and others, the Salvation Army generally gives a settlement allowance, allowing them to become small citizens in the town, or simply letting them leave the Thousand River Valley.

Many of these knights' family members have become teachers in adult literacy classes or arithmetic classes.

After all, no matter how "honorable" the knight's family is, they still need to eat.

"How long will they have to work here?"

"It varies. Some commit the sin of demonic assistance, some commit war crimes. Those with minor crimes have to reclaim land for four or five years, and those with serious crimes may have to work for twenty or thirty years."

Although the guide glossed over it lightly, Leonardo knew that the most serious offenders had definitely been hanged.

The scholars in the carriage exchanged glances, and couldn't help but see some fear in each other's eyes.

To be honest, what they mostly saw were cultists or civilians being sent to mine or do hard labor. Such a large-scale deprivation of noble status was quite rare even in Fran.

Back then, when Fran Prime Minister Lorenzo deprived seventeen old earls of their titles, he was accused of being cruel and abusing nobles, and even had to enter Flower Hill with a knife to argue the pros and cons with the Prime Minister.

However, before they could set off, they were suppressed by the quickly dispatched First Royal Gendarmerie Regiment, but afterwards Lorenzo had to restore the titles of eight earls.

On the other hand, the commoner university students in another carriage behind them啧啧 praised.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, Senius quickly changed the subject: "The roads here are well built. Every time I rode in a carriage before, I almost had my bones shaken apart. You guys are like sailing on a quiet lake."

"You flatter us." The guide responded with a smile, "I don't want to sound too arrogant, but compared to Autumn Dusk Island, the other roads in the Thousand River Valley are just a stray dog on the roadside."

"Hahahaha."

Although this sentence was meant as a joke, the guide was somewhat sincere.

Although it was rebuilt and widened from the Old Elven Road, because it used the roadbed from the Old Elven period, this road was unusually strong and could accommodate two carriages and four horses traveling in opposite directions.

"I think it's not just the road, but also the wheels." Leonardo knocked on the carriage wall, "I see you have something wrapped around your wheels?"

"You have incredibly sharp eyes." The guide stretched his hand out of the car window and pointed down, "Our wheels are wrapped with slime gel and placental membrane, hardened by alchemical means, but hardened without being completely hard, half-hard and half-soft, so it can be so stable."

"Why not promote such a good thing?" Leonardo's eyes lit up, "Alas, I have a good idea, if you put it on the wheels of a chariot, and then install saw wheels and iron armor on the front..."

Unlike other scholars, or rather, scholars in engineering have different views on alchemy than the general public.

Especially military engineers.

Members of the Perpetual Motion Machine Enthusiasts Association, such as Leonardo, do not hesitate to hire alchemists to help make perpetual motion machine prototypes, and they do not shy away from using alchemical means.

After all, it's wartime, even if they use it, everyone turns a blind eye.

Sylvanic, an expert in theology and law, kept his mouth shut and pretended not to hear.

"I'm afraid not." The guide shook his head with a wry smile.

"Why?"

"The first is serious wear and tear, and the second is the expensive price, especially the hardened alchemy is quite expensive." The guide held up two fingers, "It's okay to use it here, but let alone the wild, even on dirt roads, it won't last a few days."

"That's a pity." Senius

"It's okay not to use it." The guide waved his hand, "His Majesty the Holy Sun has instructed the Holy Machine Court to order 80 tons of cast iron from the Thousand River Valley Steel Guild to build a tramcar leading to the dock."

"Tramcar?" Leonardo pricked up his ears. Although it was the first time he had heard the word, some ideas and thoughts vaguely came to his mind, "You said, put rails on the carriage?"

"Yes." The guide showed a mouthful of white teeth, "Tramcars run on specially laid tracks, made of metal rails and sleepers, forming two parallel tracks.

The wheels roll forward along these two tracks, and it is easier and smoother for horses to pull the car. Two ponies are enough to pull three carriages, and they will not get stuck in the mud because of the load.

We plan to build two lines inside and outside the city, using these tramcars to implement public transportation and freight between the city docks..."

Listening to the guide's constant talk about grand plans, even Senius couldn't help but be attracted.

"This is really a brand new city." Looking at the dazzling new things in front of him, Senius was both delighted and sighed.

"Yes." The guide puffed out his chest proudly, "This is our city, our new home. Thanks to His Majesty the Holy Sun, we can have such a peaceful village."

"What does this city have to do with him again?" Sylvanic couldn't help but interject.

"Of course it has something to do with it." The guide said seriously and earnestly, "The Holy Sun is the grandson of the Holy Father, the great sun of all people. This tramcar and even the entire Holy Machine Court were designed under the guidance of the Holy Sun. His Majesty the Holy Sun is omnipotent!"