The sun was gradually setting, the evening red glow was slowly dissipating, and the moonlight shrouded the land, and it was already the end of the day.

The bonfire in the courtyard of the "Third Farmers' Cooperative" is very bright, and the aunt of the cooking class is cooking a pot of soup, although the things have only been in the pot for a short time, but the smell of food can be faintly smelled.

Inside the night classroom, more than one young man apparently took a few deep breaths.

Although it hadn't been long after dinner, the young man was in good health and digested quickly, and they were hungry again before they knew it.

In fact, even if you are not hungry and smell such a fragrance, you can't help but take a few more breaths.

Locke couldn't help but smile as he looked at them.

"It's your supper, and you can't eat it until you're done with two lessons. He said.

The teenagers all smiled a little shyly, and some of them couldn't help but ask, "Teacher, what are you going to eat for supper today?"

"Herbs, fish, mushrooms, pork, mixed stew. Locke replied, "In the words of Sword Thirteen, it is called 'The Gift of the Forest.'" ”

"The Gift of the Forest...... Sounds like a great ......."

"No matter how powerful the name is, it's just a mixed stew after all. Locke said nonchalantly, "The name is nothing, but the actual thing is important." I remember I told you that once language is paraphrased, it can deviate from reality. Therefore, if you want to judge a person or something, you must judge it through practice as much as possible. See it with your own eyes, experience it with your own eyes, and touch it with your own hands...... Even if the person who conveys the information does not have the intention of deceiving people, it is often very different from the facts because of their own opinions. ”

He paused and said, "It's like today's pot of stew, if you only hear the name 'Gift of the Forest,' what do you think?"

"Precious medicinal herbs. ”

"Gems. ”

"The meat of Warcraft. ”

The teenagers replied in a rambling manner.

Locke smiled, nodded, and said, "You see, when you hear this name, you think of all kinds of precious, beautiful and rare things—but they have nothing to do with this stew. ”

He turned his head and wrote down today's topic on a blackened wooden board with a bar pen made of chalk powder.

"Behind the beautiful words".

"What do you mean by beautiful words? Beautiful words are beautiful words, and beautiful words are beautiful looks. These are things that people like, but why should others show us these things that we like......"

Torches on the walls illuminate the classroom, and teenagers jot down the main points of the teacher's lecture on thin wooden boards used as notes, and occasionally raise their hands to ask questions. Locke always smiled and replied softly, and after each answer, he had to ask repeatedly to make sure that everyone understood before moving on to the next paragraph.

Time flies, and before you know it, a lesson has passed. After a short break, he began to lecture on the next lesson.

The content of this lecture is arithmetic.

These children in the north don't have a good foundation, and they can't teach them too complicated arithmetic. Until now, they have barely mastered addition and subtraction, multiplication, and relatively simple division.

Locke mainly lectures them through the method of practical problems, and the problems they will encounter in life are all talked about. For example, buying something, for example, calculating the increase and decrease of goods in the warehouse, for example, settling accounts, and counting profits and losses.

These things couldn't be simpler for the traversers, but for these children who didn't even know a word not long ago, it was still a little difficult.

Unlike the culture class, the things in the arithmetic class were completely foreign to them. Arabic numerals, mathematical symbols, these things, not to mention them, even the scholars in the magic tower of the royal capital have never been touched.

Locke didn't expect to teach them much in one night, but just took the opportunity to let them learn a little more and master more. Maybe what we talked about today will make them less foolish in the future, or maybe the arithmetic knowledge they learned today can help them do some business in the future...... That's enough.

If a few years ago, he still had the naïve idea that "I can save these people", now he doesn't think so at all.

It is an inescapable fact that the natural resources of the north are indeed scarce and the living conditions are not good. What the people here need is not an omnipotent savior, but a person who can take them to agriculture little by little, develop their lives, teach them the ability to protect themselves, teach them to write and count, so that they can read simple commands clearly, and even if they are crooked, they can write their names clearly...... In short, the first step is to get rid of ignorance.

Ignorance and poverty are twins, and in order to solve the problem of "poverty", we must first solve ignorance.

Relying on one or two night classes, of course, you can't do anything. But over time, there will always be an effect.

At the end of the two classes, the children happily went to have supper, and Locke sorted out the textbooks, leaned on his desk, and looked at them with a smile in the classroom.

After a while, he nodded, turned into a thick fog, and disappeared without a trace.

A few minutes later, in an underground cavern, he reappeared.

Unlike just now, his expression was grim now, there was no temperature on his face, and there was more murder in his eyes.

"Is there any news of the clergy?" he asked.

In the corner of the nearby stone wall, a sharp voice replied, "They are almost arriving at the county of Tarakhan. ”

"How many of them are there?"

"Because the scouts don't dare to approach, I can't be sure for the time being, but there should be a legend in it. ”

Locke smiled coldly: "After suffering several losses, I finally sent the legendary powerhouse." It just so happens that I also want to see how big the gap is between me and the legendary powerhouse!"

He walked into the depths of the cavern, where a skinny, pale little girl was fiddling with a large model of a sand table.

If the top brass of Tara Khan saw this model, they would be shocked - it clearly represented the entire Tara Khan region, not only in the north, but also in the south, and further north of the forest.

"Is there any news from Sword Thirteen?" Locke asked.

"Not yet, they were warned by the Great Elder of the Barbarian Clan last time, and they don't dare to do anything at the moment, for fear of causing trouble. ”

"These old decays are useless! They obviously have strength, but they are bound by the so-called 'tradition'...... They are like a bunch of dead trees, which have grown big for nothing, but they can only stay there and do not move, slowly rotting!"

Locke grumbled, pointing to the side.

Several sword lights flew out and slowly swirled around him.

"I'll go practice for a while, and you continue to contact Sword Thirteen. He said, "At the latest, the day after tomorrow, if he doesn't have any news the day after tomorrow, I will go to the trouble of those clergy alone." ”

"The situation in the north is good now, I don't allow anyone to destroy it!"