The people who worked in the camp quickly sensed that the "ancestor" from 700 years ago was a strange person.

The commoners and serfs had no idea about the sudden change of the lord of Cecil from Miss Rebecca to Lord Gawain, and the lower classes of the people of this era would be grateful for the generosity and wisdom of the lord as long as they guaranteed to eat seventy or eighty percent of their food every day, and as for who the lord was, they didn't care at all. For them, the only thing worth discussing after the lord was replaced by Lord Gawain was the strange rules that this "ancient" had made as soon as he came up.

As to the fact that serfs could be promoted to freemen, and that freedmen could be paid for their work, most people chose to have a limited belief and saw it as a means for the new lord to show his generosity. As a general rule, they thought that these promises would eventually be fulfilled in a very harsh or cunning way: serfs who became freemen might have, but probably only one or two, and there might be some things that paid for their work, but they would probably be deducted for various reasons, and in the end three or two lucky ones would get a little symbolic copper coin to show that the lord had done what he had said.

But neither the commoners nor the serfs complained about this, after all, a lord who was willing to show his generosity was much better than a lord who would whip his slaves to show his authority at the first time.

And there's always a little bit of goodness that will come down, right?

Compared with those generous rules, the various so-called "rules and regulations" formulated by Master Gawain are the things that are really confusing.

Divide people into working groups, compete in small groups, register workloads and "assessments...... These are really unheard of methods.

Some were secretly debating and speculating as to which of these new rules would become part of the collection of taxes in the future, even though no one in the impoverished Cecil could afford to pay the taxes, while others were discussing whether it was because of the old quirks of the great nobles of antiquity that Master Gawain had made so many tricks out of simple servitude......

But in any case, they can still understand some of the parts that involve vital interests - the group that wins first in the daily work evaluation has meat, and the second and third places can eat all-you-can-eat with bread and broth.

The only things that were done in average were the bland, vegetable soup and brown bread, both of which could be eaten to their heart's content, but for those who didn't get meat in the first day of the "pitching a tent competition", they really didn't want to do it again when they drank the soup and watched others eat the stew.

Regardless of whether or not the fanciful-sounding system of promotions and wages is true, at least the fact that the lord gives meat has been proven to be true.

So on the second day of the camp, Hettie saw a scene of labor that she had never seen before—both civilians and serfs were working as if they were crazy, and they would do their work very quickly without the overseers standing nearby, and because the work was divided into groups rather than working separately, they all began to work together unconsciously, and their work efficiency was further improved.

Most of those who are chosen as team leaders will soon realize that if they want to eat meat themselves, then the only way is to make the whole group more efficient, so that everyone in the group can eat meat, and the few who can't turn their brains and rely on fists or cunning to become team leaders will probably be removed soon.

It's incredible to use whipping not to urge them to work, but to compete and reward.

The tents had been erected, and Rebecca had led some men to survey the nearby wastelands, and the logging team set out early in the morning to the cutting site in the upper reaches of the Whitewater River to the west, and by noon a batch of timber would flow down the Whitewater River to the open and gentle section downstream—in order to prevent the wood from being washed away by the river, Hetty handed over the patrol to the Byron knights before the appointed time, and she herself came to the beach to pick it up.

At the appointed time, the first batch of timber appeared, they were tied into rafts by thick ropes, the big timbers were underneath, and the small timbers were piled up and strengthened on the top, and from a distance it looked like a large ugly dead branch floating on the river, and two serfs with nervous faces stood on the raft, using long poles to control the trajectory of the "raft": the flow speed of the Baishui River in this section has been very slow, and there is no wind or waves today, but the raft itself is difficult to control, and even the whole thing will be scattered if you are not careful, They can't help but be nervous.

Soon, however, the two serfs noticed that the raft was beginning to move steadily towards the nearby shallows: they saw a huge translucent palm emerging from one side of the raft, and the air-forming hand was pushing the raft towards the shore with a soft but strong force, and one of the serfs subconsciously exclaimed, but the other quickly hit the stupid man on the head with a pole and pointed at Mrs. Hetty standing on the beach.

They quickly cooperated with their hostess to prop the raft to the shore and let it rub against the gravel and stop steadily.

Then the people who had been waiting on the shore for a long time rushed up, untied the ropes, dragged the logs, and prepared to turn them into prefabricated houses for the next part of the camp.

Originally, the wood still needs a series of processes such as shade drying and insect removal before it can be turned into qualified and durable boards, but because many of the facilities built in the camp are temporary, and they are in a hurry to use it, they can't pay so much attention to it.

Gawain stood behind Hetty, thoughtful: "Magic is indeed very convenient......"

Hettie had just caught her breath when she was startled by a sudden sound behind her, and she almost fell off the rock—but was grabbed by Gawain.

"Hug ...... I'm sorry......" The lady apologized in a panic, "I didn't expect you to stand in the back......"

"I'm scaring you," Gawain waved his hand unmindably, "Anyway, you just had a good hand?" ”

Hetty blushed slightly: "The Hand of Plastic Energy is a very basic spell, I have practiced its super magic technique, and the duration can be longer, so that as long as it continues to be pushed, even a very heavy raft can be guided to the shore." But if the water flows a little faster, it can't be helped......"

Although Gawain was a knight, everyone in the pioneering era was forced to become a naturalist, and he still knew a little about some theoretical knowledge in the field of magic, although he heard Hetty say it simply, he knew that it was not easy to strengthen a basic plastic hand to this point, and it was also rare to practice supermagic specifically for it.

"I ...... It's not very magical talent," hearing Gawain's question, Hetty's face was even more ashamed, "Although I awakened the ability of magic affinity at a very young age, my spiritual power condenses very slowly, and I can't build an overly complex spell model, so until now, I am a mage who has just reached the third level, and I will probably maintain this level in this life, so I can only strengthen those elementary spells over and over again." ”

"Rebecca's magical talent doesn't seem to be high......" Gawain frowned, thinking of the head iron Zeng Zeng who could rub out the four fireball techniques...... Great-granddaughter.

"She has a lot of magic and a lot of mental power, but she has a similar problem to me when it comes to building a spell model, or even worse," Hetty hung her head, "She can only master a fireball spell, or a large fireball spell similar to the fireball spell model. In fact, she is a very hard-working child, and she herself knows that all her talents are not good - neither a good lord nor a good mage, although she usually looks very aggressive, but she actually knows it, and has been secretly working hard. But there is no way, the limitation of talent is the limit, this is a wall, it is difficult to cross. ”

As she spoke, she sighed softly, "So I was also very impressed when I saw that wild mage's notes...... He is not a special case, this situation is actually very common among down-and-out mages, and the ability to construct spell models cannot keep up with the theoretical level, so he can only be a low-level spellcaster for the rest of his life. For a pragmatist magician, if you can't turn your mind full of calculations into usable spells, then everything is zero......"

"That's not right." Gawain's voice interrupted her suddenly.

Hetty didn't react at once: "What? ”

"If it's only 'practical' to rub a fireball and an ice arrow out by yourself, then there's not much difference between a wand-wielding magician and a monkey wielding a wooden club," Gawain shook his head, "The formula isn't zero, it's one in front of an infinite number of zeros, you just didn't find the position of that decimal point......"

Hetty frowned: "I...... I don't really understand. If you can't use a spell model to implement the formula in your head, what's the use of knowing more theoretical knowledge? Can you ever hit someone? ”

"One day you'll understand that the words 'can beat people' are not the whole criterion for mages, and they shouldn't even be the main criteria," Gawain laughed, "I've sent someone to ride to Tanzania to inform Knight Philip to purchase some additional things, and when the army comes, your magic lab will be set up." ”

"Magic lab?" Hetty was stunned for a moment, then frowned, "Those things are expensive, ...... in the early days"

"I've taken a few Mithril Bars from the Mountain Vault, they're not coins, they don't need to be reminted, and they can be used as hard currency when buying magic items, enough to buy you a basic set of things. I know your old magic lab in the castle has been destroyed, but we must have a new one soon. ”

Hetty remembered the task that Gawain had given him earlier.

"Understood, when the crystal resonator arrives, I will rub out all the rune structure diagrams you requested!" Hettie couldn't help but laugh, although she felt sorry for those Mithril ingots, but as a magician, how could she not be happy to have her own magic laboratory again? And there is a good saying, the cub sells Ye Tian's heart is not painful......

The ancestors gave the great-great-great-...... Is there a problem with my great-granddaughter's pocket money to buy a set of experiments? No problem at all!

Well, this statement is not appropriate for Shetty, who is steady and mature, but it is certainly fine for Rebecca.

When you have the spare energy, do you want to get a magic laboratory for that little girl with a strong head by the way? Although there is a high probability that she will only study the fireball technique in it......

With a somewhat divergent thought, Gawain returned to his tent, ready to study the strange crystals.