Lord: Exiled by Stepmother, I'll Rule the World Anyway

Field plans to spend an hour a day teaching them himself.

Senior workers who have been trained by themselves will be able to use it smoothly and with confidence in the future.

Generally speaking, if you want to learn writing knowledge in this era, you need to serve as a retinue with a knight and learn the seven traditional knight skills, such as riding a horse, swimming, throwing a spear, fencing, hunting, playing chess, reciting poetry, and of course, serving the nobles.

Field did not intend to let the children learn these things. Reciting poems and writing poems would not have much effect on the territory. He planned to use the education of future generations to educate them.

Two hours of cultural study in the afternoon, only learning literacy, arithmetic and loyalty.

In terms of loyalty, Field did not shy away from it. The purpose of training them was to serve himself and the territory, not to train a bunch of guys who were ready to overthrow him, or to make wedding dresses for others.

In addition, there is another hour where they will be arranged to go to the army to learn formation, military posture, sword skills and horse riding, so as to cultivate the spirit of martial arts and unity.

Horseback riding is extremely important. There may be cars in the territory in the future, but it is best not to think about it in the next forty or fifty years. There are very few decent roads in the entire empire, so riding a horse is a must.

"Science, fighting spirit and magic must be taught based on talent and loyalty."

Field made a plan and started implementing it immediately.

"Tom, if you can't learn what the Baron teaches, you won't be able to eat in the future!"

A freedman woman put her hands on her waist, pointed her finger at her son's nose, and warned him fiercely, as seriously as if he was going to fight.

"I will, Mom."

The boy was so frightened that he turned around and ran away.

In the afternoon of that day, the children came to the big winery for class. The children were used to hardship and were extremely eager for knowledge from the top.

Even if there are naughty guys, their parents will order them to study hard, otherwise they will be beaten severely when they go home. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to jump into class.

"Everyone is here, let's go to class."

Field waved and asked the guard to bring a blackboard and chalk.

These two things are very simple to make. Just take a piece of wood and dye it with black paint. As for the chalk, it is a lump solidified from lime and water, which is barely enough. But even though such a simple thing was really used in teaching, it was only after the industrial revolution.

Before this, the teacher would speak on his own, or do his own thing, occasionally giving a few words. What students learn depends entirely on their understanding.

The teaching method has also experienced "individual manual production" to "industrial production" and finally the mass production of intellectuals.

At the same time, Field also brought in several captains, stewards and Tate from the army.

"In the future, I will try my best to educate students according to my teaching methods."

"Ta-ta~"

Field wrote his name on the blackboard: "Introduction, I am your lord, Field Ross. These names are the first words you need to learn. Next, I will teach you letters and numbers..."

It is the complete opposite of the poverty in the Night Territory.

At this time, in the study room on the second floor of the Golden Wing Manor in the Imperial Capital of Griffin Province.

Imperial Empress Letitia Golden Griffin sits on an exquisite royal-style chair. It is inlaid with countless gems of various colors and is cushioned with velvet pillows that are even more comfortable.

But the afterglow of the setting sun was blocked by the window, so only shadows fell on her.

She looked out the window at the beautiful garden, where three or four gardeners were mowing the lawns. Even though the lawns were perfect, the gardeners were still thinking about how to make them more pleasing to the eye.

"Your Majesty, Governor Tacolin would like to have dinner with you." The minister bowed and saluted. He did not dare to look up at the most powerful man in the empire.

"Heh, tell him to stay away." Letitia didn't even raise her eyelids, "Use a tactful way."

"But he won the battle, which is a bit chilling. Maybe you can give him a chance to pursue you." The minister was stunned for a moment, then thought of the three carts of gold coins that Takolin gave him, and still persuaded, "Yes If you have a husband and heirs, the empire will be more stable."

"I don't want to do it again."

"Yes... I respect your will. Your Majesty, you look unhappy. Do you need to call the court jester?"

The Rigoletto is the King of Poker.

Letitia casually flipped through the battle report on the table: "I'm not interested in clowns, please step aside."

Konomi had no choice but to leave the study.

A miniature griffin the size of a cat jumped out of the darkness and jumped onto the table, almost knocking over the wine glass. It chased its tail in a circle on the table, and then stretched its wings.

"Why are you so depressed after victory, dear Your Majesty?" The griffon spoke human words.

"See for yourself." The Queen clicked on the battle report.

The gryphon came closer, flipped through it with its sharp claws for a moment, and immediately showed a sullen expression: "What a miserable victory, I didn't even see any familiar enemies beheaded. Huh? Milani died in the battle...I remember correctly. If so, she must be the secret child of the marriage with the Nibelung family."

"That's right, in this battle, half of the province was corrupted, a chess piece was lost to supervise the imperial nobles, and we had to face a bunch of trash asking for credit. I really can't think of anything happy about it." Letitia snorted coldly. He said, "I really want to kick them all out of the palace."

"Haha, I think so too."

The gryphon cackled.

However, everyone knows that that is impossible.

Because every official in the empire represents the interests of major families, provinces and classes.

If she dares to touch them, she will be the only one unlucky, even if she is the queen.

The gryphon pulled out another piece of paper and said in surprise: "Someone has taken root in the Northern Province? Field Ross, is the Ross family going to regain its former glory?"

"It's probably a farce to try to impress people, so it's unlikely."

In the past, the empire had thought of many ways to regain the northern province, such as pushing inward little by little in the peripheral areas, but it was soon overwhelmed by the overwhelming tide of corpses and could only retreat behind the major city walls.

There seem to be many "core areas" in the gray fog. If you don't occupy them, the number of rotten corpses is unlimited. If you use a war of attrition, the empire will be dragged into the quagmire of war immediately.

It seems like thousands of rotting corpses are being killed every day, but they will grow back like weeds. Recovering the northern provinces is no different from finding a country to go to war with.

"Oh~ It was written by Shirley. She is truly loyal to the empire. Her family has devoted their blood to the empire. I guess it is true."

"Yes, the Gasina family is loyal to the empire, not me." Letitia raised her lips slightly, "As for this matter, it doesn't matter whether it is true or not. The Northern Province is worthless, and it is impossible for one family to recover it. .”

"Haha, you are the embodiment of the empire."

The gryphon heard the footsteps approaching in the corridor and slowly retreated into the shadows.

“Can’t there be someone in the entire empire to make me worry-free?”

Letitia gently rubbed her eyebrows and fell into deep thought.