Nikolai didn't want Peter to waste his precious magic seat in such a dispensable place, so he shook his head and said, "No need, I'll go to Malik's to take a look at his grandfather clock, and come back with breakfast." ”

"The last time Mr. Malik said that he wanted to move the tavern clock to the village office, why didn't you agree?"

Peter felt that the village office really needed a clock, which would bring great convenience to the office. It is enough for the villagers who are engaged in farming, but it is far from accurate for civil servants.

"Although Malik is the director of the commune, he can't always use his family's financial resources to subsidize the public, I think it's better to distinguish between public and private." Nikolai is colorful.

Peter has received professional accounting training, of course he understands the truth, and nodded: "You are right, but unfortunately our commune is still very poor, and there is no money to buy clocks and watches, but it will be good to wait until after the autumn harvest, the money from selling grain is enough for the village office, first pay back the money owed to the newspaper for the three magic guides, and the remaining funds should be enough to buy a clock." ”

"I heard from Bafra that this year's crops are growing very well, and the hundred ploughing horses have also helped a lot, and when it is time to harvest, it should not disappoint His Royal Highness the Prince." Nikolai said confidently.

"Who's saying my name? Brother Flying Knife, are you talking badly about me behind the back of the monkey? Suddenly a girl's voice came from the roof, and Miss Druid, the cat man, squatted on the eaves of the village office, yawning loudly without reserve, and two small snow-white and sharp tiger teeth were exposed.

"Good morning, Bavra," Nikolai beckoned, "how did you get to the roof?" ”

"Katie didn't close the window when she woke up in the morning, so I was bitten by mosquitoes, and I got up in anger to settle accounts with her, but I couldn't find any trace of the fat cat anywhere, and I didn't know where I ran away." Bafra replied puffed.

"Huh?" It's funny that kittens are looking for big cats! Peter burst out laughing, and Pavra jumped off the eaves and threw herself on him with a claw combo.

Nikolai was in his twenties after all, and he couldn't play with the two imps, so he told the two of them not to be naughty, take good care of the house, check again whether the "magic guide phototypesetting printing press" and "fax machine" were working properly, always be ready to receive faxes from the capital, and go to Malik's tavern on his own.

Peter can't beat Catwoman and runs into the post office with his head in his hands. Pavra smugly waved her paw and wagged her tail to follow.

Two desks were set up in the unusually clean room, one of which contained two large bundles of snow-white newsprint. Bafura ran over and sniffed, her eyes narrowing happily. She loved the smell of books and paper, as if inhaling the faint smell of pulp could make her more elegant and intellectual.

Peter was circling around a larger, larger desk across from him, expertly checking the phototypesetting presses, fax machines, and intercoms that were placed side by side on the table to make sure everything was in order.

Bafra leaned over with her tail wagging and stared at the three magic guides of different sizes in rectangular metal shells on the table with a pair of beautiful vertical pupils, and her face showed disgust: "I hate this strange machine the most!" ”

"Because you're a druid!" Peter smiled understandingly, "I've heard of extreme Druids who not only hate machines, but even lose their temper at the sight of metalwork. ”

"Well, it's true that there are such ultra-conservative druids, as Valentina said, but we green druids are not conservative, and it is my personal problem to hate complex machines......"

"Worried about getting your tail caught while the machine is running?" Peter complained at the right time, which successfully provoked the anger of Miss Catwoman, and attracted a beating with a pink fist.

But Bafra was right, and she had an insurmountable fear of the buzzing machine that always reminded her of the lumberyard "magic chainsaw" and the "trap", which left her with painful memories in her young, ignorant and curious days.

"Peter, what kind of power do these magicians work on?" Catwoman crouched in a chair, keeping a safe distance and curiously observing the magic guide on the table opposite.

"Of course, it's driven by magic crystals, and there are constant spells in the magic guide, and a little bit of magic crystals are consumed every time it is activated, so in order to save magic crystals, we will only turn on the machine from six to seven in the morning and from six to seven in the afternoon, and receive the new daily and evening newspapers of the day from the capital, and send a letter or something by the way."

Peter opened the manual and patiently explained the functions of the three magicians to Catwoman.

"The machine in the middle is called the 'McManus Fax Machine,' and as long as you put the letters in the tray on the left side of the machine, press the button on the left, you can transmit them to the recipient, and the tray on the right is used to receive letters, and the first issue of the Fatherland Daily, published in the capital, will come out of here."

"And then we're going to make a lot of copies of the newspaper that came over and take it to Malik's tavern and sell it on consignment, right?" Bafra asked smartly.

"That's right, in the past, it was very complicated to make copies of newspapers, and Brother Vladimir took me to the printing house to read it, and I had to engrave it or something...... It's a lot of trouble, now that we have this 'Anna Saizeri phototypesetting press,' Peter told Bavra, pointing to the biggest magic guide on the table, "we just need to stuff the newspaper from the capital into the card slot above this machine, load the newsprint underneath, press the green switch, and we can automatically copy the newspaper, and we can put as many blank sheets of paper as we need to print." ”

"How many households in our valley village commune have subscribed to newspapers?"

"Counting the village office, there are barely enough 100 households, including 10 copies ordered by Malik, which are provided free of charge to tavern guests." Peter sighed, "This is also a helpless thing, our commune has a population of fifteen hundred, and only two or three hundred people can read and read the newspaper, and those who are illiterate and want to inquire about the news will run to the tavern to join in the fun, drinking ale and listening to others read the newspaper while drinking ale." ”

"Then you're going to have to do it, monkey!" Bafra patted the young pastor on the shoulder with a rare solemnity, "You are a primary school teacher in our commune, and reading and literacy should start from a baby!" ”

"Uh-huh! I'll be refueled, you can come to the classroom when you have time to teach the children, and the little ones love to hear you tell stories about the forest. Peter said with a smile.

Bavra nodded, and was about to speak, when she heard a knock on the door outside.

"I'll take a look!" Peter quickly ran to open the door, and saw an old woman on crutches, looking hesitantly at the door.