In the future imagined by Brutus, there is high-yield food, high-quality and cheap clothing, convenient transportation...
He just spent a few minutes casually talking to the children about some beautiful scenes they could imagine.
He didn't know why he suddenly wanted to talk about these things with these children, most of whom were only twelve or thirteen years old. Maybe it was out of a whim of chuunibyou, or maybe he just wanted to tell others about his experience but was worried about being regarded as crazy.
I had no choice but to tell my "fantasy" to a group of children who were also full of fantasy.
But no matter what, after his interruption, the children did relax a little.
Brutus stood up, walked around the children around him, walked to the square table, picked up the wooden cup, and drank some water. The thirst in his mouth caused by talking all the time improved a lot, and his throat felt better.
many.
He waited for a few more minutes, then sat back down and looked at the children who were looking at him: "Let's continue."
In about two hours of class, Brutus only taught the children 15 words. He asked them to go back and practice more, and then waved to indicate that the children could leave.
"Mr. Brutus, is what you said really possible?" Marvin, who had not yet left, looked up and asked Brutus.
"If you want to achieve those things, there is a lot of work to be done." Brutus replied while drinking water. "Perhaps I can only lay a foundation in my lifetime. This is still the most ideal situation."
Marcus next to Marvin asked him: "Then what should we do, Mr. Brutus?"
Brutus thought for a while, then looked at them and gave a simple answer: "Plant the land first."
As for how to farm, that was beyond the scope of his education. Brutus only knew how to crossbreed, but he didn't know how to do it, so he couldn't explain it clearly.
Marcus and Marvin were certainly not satisfied with this answer, but they could not come up with a more detailed plan from Brutus, so they had to start repairing Brutus' residence first.
It must be said that Marvin's carpentry skills are very good. He even replaced all the broken windows of the house with newly made new ones without any measuring tools.
This is undoubtedly great news for Brutus. This way he will no longer have to sleep in the breeze tonight, and there may be fewer mosquitoes flying into the house through the broken window...
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"Thank you, Marvin, you have done me a great favor." Brutus sincerely thanked Marvin. This was not only a great help, but also a life-saving grace. He didn't want to lose his life one day.
He died on the bed after being sucked blood by a bunch of mosquitoes.
Marvin stared into Brutus's eyes: "Mr. Brutus, if you want to thank you, you should think more about what you have to do."
Brutus paused and nodded: "I'll try my best."
"I'm leaving first, Marcus."
"See you later, Marvin." Marcus said goodbye to Marvin.
Then he turned to Brutus: "Mr. Brutus, can you think of a way?"
"I can only say that I try my best." Brutus shrugged, "Because I have never farmed, and this kind of thing will probably take a long time to study, maybe even decades."
Marcus was a little disappointed, but he still nodded in understanding. At least he already knew a direction, right?
Of course, the rest of the time before dinner still had to be worked... Brutus knocked on the last door in today's plan and wiped the sweat that occasionally fell from his head.
Although summer had just begun, the weather was already a bit hot in the afternoon, and both he and Marcos inevitably sweated a lot after being outside in the sun for so long.
"Oh, it turns out it's your boy." Fabrice opened the door, "You want to learn how to fight from me?"
"No, I plan to go in and check the furniture and so on."
Of course Fabrice knew about this. He turned sideways and said, "Come in."
Fabrice looks to be in his thirties, with short light blond hair, a beard, about 1.8 meters tall, and a very strong body.
His wife was slightly younger, two heads shorter than Fabrice, and equally strong.
As in other home inspections, Brutus and Marcus only walked around the living room.
Brutus found that Fabrice's house was much wealthier than the other villagers' houses he had seen today. There were a few more pieces of furniture, the workmanship looked better, and there were many decorations in the house. There were even some decorations on the wall.
There was a weapons rack with two spears, a long sword and a long oval shield on it.
"Is there any furniture in the bedroom that needs to be replaced or repaired?" Although the Fabrice family probably wouldn't have such furniture given their family background, Brutus still asked in a routine manner and received a natural answer.
Yes no.
"You can come directly to my place after you have finished your dinner." When Brutus and Marcus walked out of the room to go to the mill, Fabrice stood at the door and shouted to Brutus.
In fact, Brutus never understood how the villagers judged time. He had never seen clocks or other items that could show time in other people's homes, but everyone seemed to know what time to get food.
He decided to ask Marcus: "Marcus, how do you usually tell the time?"
"Ah? Usually it's through the sound of birdsong." Marcus thought for a moment and felt that he had to go into more detail. He listened for a while and said, "That's it."
"Huh?" Brutus listened for a while, and it seemed that he could indeed hear the faint chirping of birds.
"This is a time-telling bird that is unique near the village. At least the caravans coming and going say it is unique to us." Marcus introduced to Brutus, "They will chirp every two hours starting from five o'clock in the morning.
A while ago."
So, Brutus understood, so it should be five o'clock in the afternoon. He suddenly thought that he had not completely rummaged through the items in the bag, otherwise how would he have judged the time before?
He decided to check his backpack carefully after he went back to make sure he didn't miss anything.
After taking dinner, Brutus and Marcus returned to Fabrice's house. Fabrice was holding a spear with the end inserted into the soil in his right hand, and holding the top of a long shield standing on the ground with his left hand. It seemed that
Waiting for them.
"Hurry up and finish eating, and then we'll start."
"At least you have to wait a little longer after eating." Brutus didn't want to get acute appendicitis, after all, this disease could be considered a terminal illness in this remote country.
Fabrice nodded in disbelief. After all, it is understandable that people in this city have a lot of trouble: "It's best to hurry up. It's getting late and we have to start again tomorrow."
"I was just thinking about getting some exercise."
Brutus raised his eyebrows, feeling that the exercise mentioned by Fabrice seemed not good...