Muqiao Village is one of the villages closer to Ironwood City, and as soon as the day dawns, the villagers start to get busy.

Stimulated by Richard's various policies, the villagers are now very motivated, for fear that they will be too lazy to live a good life.

At this time, a vendor pushing goods was taking a young man with a tiger's head to Ironwood City.

"Little carpenter, you're busy."

"Ah, old John, it's early."

"Haha, the Ironwood City Academy starts today, and I have to send my son to school early."

“……”

"Little shoemaker, you still learn to make shoes from your father, why don't you go to school like my son."

"I'll send him when I save some more money."

"Send it to school early, and you will have a chance to do it later."

“……”

Old John walked out of the village, and greeted people all the way, saying three words about his son's going to school in Tiemu City, which aroused the envy and jealousy of the people.

Little John, who was following him, couldn't help but cover his face and blush.

Old John didn't realize it, and still said when he met people, he was afraid that some people in the village would not know that his son was going to go to school in Ironwood.

Old John was originally a rich peasant in Muqiao Village, and when the Iron and Wood City was first built, he rented a small stall in the city with his brain active, and did some business in his spare time, and he also saved a lot of money in a few years.

Although it is still the time of spring ploughing, old John has left his farm work today and taken his son to Tiemu City, because today is the day when the official school of Tiemu City begins.

Old John thought that he had never changed much in his life, and with a little cleverness, he would end up being a wealthy family in this Muqiao Village.

But people always have the ambition to change their lives, and when it is difficult for them to have another chance to achieve it, they will transfer their expectations to their juniors.

Obviously, old John pinned all his expectations on his son, who almost regarded his son as more important than his own life.

Pushing the frame and walking on the fairly spacious road, Old John hummed a little song from time to time, obviously in a good mood, and met some pedestrians on the road, Old John smiled and greeted him regardless of whether he knew him or not.

This road used to be difficult to walk, and it was not until the Richard period that the main road was repaired as much as possible, making it much easier.

However, the road was still long, and both father and son were sweating a little, and although they were slightly tired, old John still asked:

"Son, come to the car and sit for a while, Daddy will push you to go to school in Ironwood City."

Little John looked up at his father, then shook his head.

"No, I can make it to Ironwood City myself."

"Hahaha, good boy, ambitious, dad will rely on you for the rest of his life."

Both of them were in a good mood, humming and singing all the way to Tiemu City.

"This old brother, how far is Ironwood City?"

Old John was caught by a voice coming from behind him.

Looking back, I saw a simple donkey cart slowly catching up.

The driver was a middle-aged man with a bitter face, and a young man lifted the curtain to look outside.

It seemed that it was the master and servant who were questioning the young man.

"Hey, you two are asking the right person, follow me, and you will be in Ironwood City in two hours at most."

Old John was even more enthusiastic, an ordinary peasant with no force or culture, who could save some money in a few years and become a fairly wealthy man in the village, there was always something outstanding.

Old John is the kind of person who is meticulous and good at dealing with people.

At first glance, these two people are dressed simply, but seeing that the young man has delicate skin and no calluses on his hands, he is not a working person.

Looking at the man driving the car, the calluses on his hands are all in the tiger's mouth, and at first glance, he is a soldier who holds a weapon all the year round, looking like a guard, and the identity of the two is definitely a noble person for him.

The two of them threw it over with a word, and old John was just able to climb along the pole.

The young man inquired about the situation in Ironwood City, and Old John naturally knew everything.

"I don't know what my brother is doing in a hurry to Ironwood City?"

"That's sending my son to the Ironwood City Official School."

The young man's words simply scratched Old John's heart, and Old John began to talk endlessly.

"Let me tell you, this Tiemu City official school is amazing, as long as you go in, you can at least become a sheriff in the village in the future."

In Old John's eyes, the sheriff sent from Ironwood City was also a big man.

"If you learn well, you can also learn the breathing method, and if you enter Lord Richard's Flying Bear Army, you may be able to become a knight if you make meritorious contributions in the future."

"Oh? Does this Hunter lead every child to go to school? ”

"Then where is it, I will accept more than 100 teenage children a year, and I have to pay food for my children to go to school, and I have to pay a few silver narls of tuition every semester."

"It's not expensive, the children of Hunter can go to that official school by paying the tuition?"

"Where's that? If you can't accept so many people, people have to pick it again, not only do you have to pay the money, but you also have to be looked down upon by your children. ”

At this point, old John couldn't help but feel complacent.

The young man looked at the tiger-headed child beside him. Then he arched his hand to old John:

"Congratulations."

"Eh, hey, hey"

Old John just smiled happily.

The Tiemucheng official school is also a new thing made by Richard, and he is very shameless and self-appointed dean.

In this era, almost only children of aristocratic families had the opportunity to receive a complete education.

Maybe some wealthy businessmen in big cities can also afford to send their children there, but in the Northland, except for Drifting Snow City, it is difficult to see it anywhere else.

Richard's official school is equivalent to giving more people a chance to get an education, and it can also cultivate some useful talents for Tiemucheng.

But after all, the cost of education is too high, and Richard did not detach himself from reality to carry out education for all.

Instead, Tiemu City officially subsidized a part, and the other part needed to be paid for by themselves, which was still unbearable for many civilian families, but rich peasants like Old John, who got rich first, gritted their teeth and still paid for the tuition.

The official school selects people only to do some simple tests, only to test physical conditions and do simple intelligence tests.

The age limit is about 10 years old, which is also set by Richard in combination with reality, and what kind of comprehensive education for more than 10 years in this world is not worth the loss.

Ten-year-old boys are at the stage of physical and intellectual growth, and they can learn things quickly, and they can start to learn knightly training such as breathing, and they can also learn some cultural knowledge.

After a few years of study, you can basically become a talent, and you will be assigned to the military or administrative system according to your talents.

These government-trained children naturally have a greater sense of belonging to Ironwood City and the Hunter family, and they are more comfortable to use than those who are directly recruited from outside.

As the conversation continued, the young man almost knew a rough idea of the situation of the entire Ironwood City official school, and the situation that Old John knew was also emptied.

At this time, several people were already approaching the gate of Ironwood City, and after being inspected by the guards, they entered the city and prepared to part ways.

"Brother, thank you for this explanation."

Then the young man handed a color to the coachman beside him.

A golden coin was thrown from the coachman's hand, and Old John caught it with both hands.

When he opened it, he saw that it was a kinnar, which was enough for his income for a year, and now he just had it with a few words, which made him feel a little unreal.

"Thank you, thank you." Old John, who reacted, thanked again and again.

The young man waved his hand silently, and led the coachman in the other direction.

Old John looked at the two who were gradually disappearing, and carefully put Kinnar away.

He looked back at his son.

"Let's go, let's hurry up and report to the official school."

Little John followed his father and said one last word.

"In the future, I will give my father a hundred kinnars, and I will not be able to spend them all."

Old John was stunned for a moment, and then laughed.

"Okay, Daddy is waiting to be blessed."

With that, he lifted little John onto the cart and sped up his feet.

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