About 200 miles from the town of Big Rabbit's Nest to the village of the Valley, Roland, Lyudmila and Tonya boarded the train at eight o'clock, counting the stops on the way, and arrived at the end at five o'clock in the afternoon, which took about nine hours each way.

The railway passes through the whispering jungle, and the endless jungle is seen outside the window, and the familiar scenery awakens Roland's memories. He had measured the journey with his feet when he had traveled north three years earlier, and before the construction of the railway through the jungle, the same journey would have taken at least a week, and he had to endure mosquitoes and wild animals in the woods. Compared to the arduous experience of trekking through the primeval forest, it is much more comfortable to revisit the original place by train.

Lyudmila was by Roland's side when she first traveled north, and now she has a similar feeling when she returns to this familiar land.

"If someone had told me three years ago that there would be a railway here, and that Lothmon would be able to drag a train on the tracks and cross the jungle in less than ten hours, I would have suspected that the other party was not in his right mind, but these incredible things are now a reality, and the Far East has changed more in the past year than in the last ten years combined!"

The female ranger's thoughts resonated with the other passengers in the carriage, and people joined in the discussion of the changes in the Far East.

"In the final analysis, this is the well-being of His Majesty Rudolph and His Royal Highness Roland to the people of our Far East, without the government of Kolas created by the revolution, there would be no railway, there would be no good life of abundant food and clothing, and we people would still endure the exploitation of imperial bureaucrats and tax collectors in various parts of the Far East, let alone the fate of riding in the same car and sharing the journey." A halfling man dressed as a bard picked up the lute and stood up, plucked the strings a few times, smiled at the passengers beside him, and said, "I want to play a hymn and wish all our fellow Far Eastern compatriots the beloved king and prince eternal health!" ”

The poet's blessing won the unanimous applause of all the passengers, and the sincere poems flew out of the train windows to the accompaniment of the piano and floated on the fertile fields on both sides of the railway.

Lyudmila listened intently to the poet's singing, and her pretty face seemed to glow, showing her heartfelt pride. Tonya looked quietly at Roland, wanting to see how he felt about the praise from the people. However, His Royal Highness seemed a little shy to appreciate the poems praising him, and turned his back to the poet who was playing affectionately, and looked out of the car window with one hand on his cheek, leaving only a handsome silhouette of Tonya, which made her look stupid unconsciously. It wasn't until the horn sounded in front of the train that Miss Druid came to her senses, and though no one noticed her gaffe, her cheeks burned as if she had just been a thief.

"Poplar Village" is a large village where dwarfs and humans live together, with more than 200 families living in them, and dwarfs and humans account for almost half of each other. Lyudmila was puzzled why Poplar Village was not selected by Roland as a pilot for agricultural reform, and its adult labor force must have exceeded 500 people.

"The selection of agricultural reform pilots should not only be based on population and transportation, but also on the ethnic composition of local residents." Roland patiently explained to his girlfriend the reason for giving up Poplar Village, "The population of Poplar Village is indeed relatively dense, but more than half of them are dwarves, the dwarf race is good at invention and business, but there is no farming tradition, the dwarf's preferred occupation is mostly pharmacist, jeweler, winemaker, mechanic and other technical work, and the least is to do a small business, but have you ever seen a dwarf who collectively cultivates the land?" ”

Lyudmila pondered for a moment, smiled and nodded: "It's true, dwarfs are optimistic and lively by nature, clever but undisciplined, and are indeed not suitable for collective farming. ”

"The gnomes and human inhabitants of Poplar Village are naturally engaged in the work that makes the most use of their racial endowments, the gnomes work as craftsmen and hawkers, and the humans focus on cultivating the fields and vegetables, and over the years have formed a kind of interdependent symbiotic community, although the racial characteristics are very different, but they get along very well." Roland recounted his impressions of the field investigation.

"Brother, have there been any intermarriages between dwarfs and humans?" The middle-aged adventurer sitting side by side with Roland asked curiously.

"How is this possible! The heights don't match at all! Lyudmila hastened to answer bluntly.

"Not necessarily, as far as I know, some men like petite dwarf girls." The middle-aged man is a level 7 wanderer, who has traveled all over the Far East and North for many years of adventure, and can be called well-informed.

Lyudmila was stunned for a moment, turned her head and whispered to Tonya about the possibility of combining human males and dwarf females, at first it was very serious to discuss whether there was reproductive isolation between the two species, and then Lyudmila mentioned the joke about "legal loli" that Roland told her, and couldn't help but laugh shyly, and Tonya's pretty face also flushed.

Then the train started again, and it drove down the crystal-like stream into the jungle.

Roland's gaze drifted out of the car window, and he inadvertently saw several small figures passing by. He looked back to follow it, and under the autumn sun, a few country children with wicker baskets on their backs were bouncing along the sides of the railroad and laughing and chasing.

The children were male and female, human and dwarf, and at their age, the difference in height between different races was not significant.

"These children are really naughty, and the elders in the family are also irresponsible, how can they be allowed to play by the railway, it's too dangerous!" Lyudmila saw children scurrying around the train and worried about their safety.

"Rest assured, these little ones are very clever and won't block the tracks of the train, and besides, they don't just care." Roland pointed out to Lyudmila a child who was bending over the side of the road looking for something.

The female ranger's eyes were sharp, and she soon noticed that the child was holding an iron hook with a wooden handle in her hand, hooked up a large oval dark green cake on the side of the road and dragged it to the flat ground, waved the wooden handle and banged the dry cake-like hard piece in half, and then hooked it one by one and skillfully threw it into the back basket.

"That's Lothmon's excrement." Roland explained at the right time, "The Loothmon has many stomachs like cows, which are stuffed with semi-digested feed, and these big creatures will spit out the stored food in their stomachs and chew it when they rest near the platform, and when they are on the road, they will almost digest it, and they will get up and drag the train to excrete as they go, so that large cow dung-like excrement can be seen everywhere on both sides of the railroad tracks not far from the platform." ”