In late July, the midday sun scorched the land, and the rising heat turned the wasteland into a furnace.

Over the years, people have been running over horses, and the path in the wasteland has become a wide carriageway.

Dozens of light horsemen galloped past, papping up puffs of dust.

Ron lightly clamped the horse's belly and controlled the reins in his hand, allowing the war horse under him to speed up and catch up with the jujube red horse in front, and raised his voice, "Master, there are less than three miles to Boulder Town, do you want to stay on the horse to rest for a while?" ”

"No, hurry up, maybe you can catch the lunch of the Boulder garrison." Art lifted the reins, and the maroon riding horse beneath him began to accelerate again.

Traveling lightly and non-stop, it took less than two hours from Beiguan Military Fort to arrive at Boulder Town, which is located in the wasteland.

At this moment, the smoke of noon had just risen in Boulder Town, and several cavalry garrisons opened the camp gate and rode horses from Boulder Town to greet ......

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Today, Boulder has expanded again.

Since Yate made great efforts to drill the first deep well for water intake, the garrison of Boulder Town and its dependent lords have successively drilled four deep wells in and around the city, basically solving the drinking water problem, and Boulder Town has become increasingly popular.

In addition, Boulder Town is the only settlement in the vast wasteland where the army (patrol team) is stationed, and it is located on the north-south east-west (leading to Fort Andermatt) transportation artery, where pedestrians and merchants will stop, and the villagers in the northern villages will also regularly bring firewood, fruits and vegetables here to exchange supplies.

With the garrison camp as the center, Boulder Town has more than tripled in size, dotted with twenty or thirty stone houses, and makeshift tents scattered all around.

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The Welsh Garrison is still stationed here under Obote's command and is responsible for policing the entire northern part of Wales.

After the expansion of the functions of Boulder Town, the civil administration at that time and the current government government also sent several officials to manage construction, taxation and civil affairs.

When Art arrived at Boulder, the garrison had just prepared lunch, so he added a bag of wheat flour, a few handfuls of diced meat, boiled a large pot of minced meat, and served everyone with rye bread.

After a brief lunch with the soldiers of the patrol team at the Boulder garrison camp, the team began to move out after drinking the horses and feeding them, and if they were lucky, they might be able to rest overnight at Wincheston Manor and arrive in Tignets County tomorrow morning.

Not far from Boulder Town, the team saw a procession of two ox carts and a mule and horse slowly moving south from the northern part of the wasteland.

The other party obviously rarely saw such a large number of cavalry, and did not dare to approach for a while, but just stopped in the distance.

The cavalry continued to walk for a while, and at last the team saw the banner of the cavalry, so they continued to move forward, and before they got closer, the team retreated to the side of the road to make way for the cavalry.

Arte didn't care about this ordinary team, and when he passed by, he glanced at it and continued to ride his horse.

"Good day, Earl!"

A greeting rang out from the ranks.

Arter grabbed the reins, turned the horse's head and glanced at the farmer-like person kneeling on the ground, ordinary farmers in these years are afraid of lords, not to mention that Art is now a count, so Art glanced at this group of farmers with interest.

"Do you remember me, Lord Earl?" The kneeling man got up and was only a sixteen or seventeen-year-old young man.

Adhat looked at it, but couldn't remember.

"Lord Earl, I am an apprentice in the third phase of the Civil Affairs Academy of Wood Fort in the Valley, and you once taught us arithmetic." The young man's face was full of excitement.

Today's Civil Affairs Academy has trained more than 100 apprentices, and Arte used to teach some courses to the apprentices only occasionally, and since he became a baron, he has basically never been to the academy to teach, and he will remember the young man in front of him.

Since it was his former student, Arte still planned to dismount and say a few words of encouragement, but Ron and a few guards had already jumped off the horse, and they scanned the few people on the side of the road back and forth a few times to make sure that there would be no danger, and then stood next to a few people, and watched cautiously from a position that could be coordinated at any time.

Unlike the cold-faced guard, ꓹ Art was full of kindness and smiled, "Sorry buddy, I may have had the privilege of sharing a room with you, but I really can't remember your name."

The young man obviously didn't expect Art to dismount and greet him, and he stood up and replied respectfully, "Dear Earl, my name is Ian, and my father's name is Lorraine, and he was a patrol soldier under your command, and he was killed in battle against bandits in Boulder Town six years ago."

"You're Lorraine's son? He's a great fighter! Art had a shallow impression of the patrol soldier who had died early.

Young Ian was even more agitated when he heard this.

"So, my son of warrior, who are you?"

Young Ian looked back at the ox carts, mules and horses beside him, turned his head and replied: "Back to the earl, after the apprenticeship of the Valley Wooden Castle Academy, I was transferred to the civil administration, and at the beginning of last year, I was sent by the government government to the village of Sob in Tinets County as the deputy steward level village chief and the captain of the peasant army. In the early winter of last year, I took the villagers to collect a lot of nuts and mountain goods, make a few barrels of fruit wine, and pickle a lot of river fish, hoping to sell these things during the off-season. The land in Sobu Village is barren and the grain yield is very low, so I thought of taking everyone to work harder and exchange some money so that the villagers could have something to wrap themselves in for the winter. ”

"Lord Earl, our sale is approved by the Ministry of Commerce of the Government Government, and one-third of the profits will also be handed over to the Government Office."

Art looked at the peasants behind the young man, and although they were honest and timid, and their bodies were lean, their eyes were very bright.

"Ian, it's good that you can think about leading the villagers to get rich!"

Art said as he took off the money bag at his waist, took out two small silver coins and handed them to the young man, "I will be your first guest, sell me some of your fruit wine, so that I can also enjoy your hard work." ”

The young man was surprised.

"It is our greatest honor that the Earl wants to drink our fruit wine, and it will ask for your money." So saying, the young man hurriedly went around to the ox cart and took down a small wooden barrel, which must have contained fruit wine.

"Take it, I'm sure you can lead the villagers to a prosperous life."

Art asked Ron to take the barrel, patted the young man on the shoulder encouragingly, and turned and jumped on horseback.

After pacing for a few steps, Art looked back slightly, and said to Ron beside him: "Ron, write down the name of this young man, let the government pay attention to it, and if he has outstanding ability, transfer him to the Ministry of Commerce to focus on training......"

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