My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 145 Desolation

PS: Nobody reads this book anymore? No one in the group spoke, no one in the book reviews...

Today is the first day of school, and Kerall, as principal, didn't lecture -- joke, when did you see the principal teach something?

Kerall wants to make sure that class rule naturally starts with children, monthly monthly examinations, hundreds of subjects, and that every first-born child is given a small stove by Kerall alone, because Kerall wants to establish what's in their minds: Excellence gets the best minds and minds, and as a great first-born, they get scholarships, Kerall's little stove alone, and more resources.

The stronger the stronger, the weaker the weaker, the better the virtuous circle is created as long as Kerall controls the learning environment: for scholarships, to be valued by Kerall, for more resources, they will work harder, and Professor Kerall's things have nothing to do with schooling, but rather in administrative experience, where they are nurtured as governors, and the final monthly academic exams depend on their level of effort.

So I'm not worried about opening a small stove much more than any other regular student.

It will take at least a month for Kerall to set up his own horse and his disciples will be able to start teaching the way he used to take them.

Perhaps they'll be a little rusty at first, but I'm sure they'll mature after they've accumulated experience.

The College is like a seed, and as long as the rain dew is preserved, waves of paradise trees will grow, adding bricks and tiles to Camelot's construction.

Perhaps this is just a small spark now, but the future will come true!

Kerall's sighing and sighing made Inelie wonder, “What's the matter? Kay." Inelie asked with a hint of care.

“Yea... because this plan is annoying Hero, she is angry with me... how should I please her?” Kerall shook his head and said, "I'm really mad this time.” Once upon a time, all you had to do was bring a nice drink, or something tasty, and Hero would throw it away and recover, but now it seems a little difficult.

“Father, why do you care so much about the wolf?” Mordred, drenched in armor, said sullenly that she would use this name when there were no outsiders, making Kerall very embarrassed but unable to correct her. Fortunately, she would just call it that when there were no outsiders, and Kerall put up with it.

“Mind?” Kerall shook his head and smiled: “No, it's called reason, Mordred. You know, the relationship between human beings is built on mutual help, and Hero, after helping me with so many things, I failed her trust. I feel so guilty in the sense that I have to please her.” Kerall said with a smile.

“But, Father, do you feel guilty?” Because the whole person was wrapped in an iron canister, and the armor on her head bored Moderate's crisp voice, her problem made Kerall laugh.

Hero was angry because of Kerall's plan to open up the desert!

That's right, it's desert!

Cut down trees and build them as cities.

Such a move would necessarily harm the interests of the beasts.

As a member of the beast, Hero said it was against their interests, and she had to argue for it.

Keiral had to use it easily: it was the only one, just for strategic purposes, and the rest would not cut trees, nor open deserts, and would go to Scotland in the future, which was the only way to crush Hero, but that was precisely why Hero was angry and ignored Keiral.

I'm sorry about Hero, but this is a must.

This city will act as a lookout tower, or a defensive tower.

First of all, there are no water sources near this city, which is important. Regardless of the fortifications in the Midwest, most people like to build beside the water sources, and even like to build passageways directly on both sides of the stream through bridges and boards. The advantage of this is that it is easy to get water. You know, in this world where there is no steel pipeline for lack of transportation, it is very troublesome to get water. As for this era, which is all wood material, the so-called fire is most likely the result of burning the city.

So easy access to water is important.

The drawback is that flooding can easily cause landslides, mudslides and floods.

Even ordinary days are likely to flood the city, and as a defense is a big problem, small towns don't have much defense, so the big city will definitely have a water gate.

This water gate is generally welded to death, but it is clear that the so-called water gate is likely to become broken after years of erosion and artificial destruction.

Convenience is as much as blossoming, and Kerall's trade-offs are compatible.

Bronze utensils are very easy to preserve. As long as they are not oxidized, bronze utensils tend to withstand the corrosion of the years. (See how long bronze utensils can last in Qin dynasty when bronze utensils are still sharp. So in this age of no cement, Kerall has made up his mind to start a revolution with steel weapons, and the copper that he's eliminated can't circulate as copper money, and what else can copper do? Making equipment? Farming tools? Or something?

Keiral has devised another way to use bronze as a water pipe. Modern copper is an indispensable material with good electrical conductivity and is often used for mechanical pressure shafts, cables and wires, etc., but in this era, copper can only be used as a civilian after losing its usefulness as a weapon.

Plumbing!

Huge, two pipes held together by three people were connected from a river 20 kilometres away, buried two metres deep with a layer of broken stone laid underground, and then pressed directly out of the ground by the force of water pressure. (Imagine for yourself that a rural manual pump can squeeze water out just by filling it with a ladle of water, just like that.

And the forthcoming city of Primsburg has been carefully looked at, with a groundwater vein underneath, 15 wells shared, and this water pipe turns into a tiny bronze pipeline to thousands of households.

And what Kerall is now overseeing is what he's digging like a big canal.

Kerall himself is not afraid of weak supervision by others, but is ready to change course like an engineer, because this inspiration comes at all times.

All this work was done by former Scottish farmers, mostly farmers around 40 years of age, who had good physical strength...