Iron Harvest: When Farming Becomes Conquest
Chapter 180 - 17: Teaching

Chapter 180: Chapter 17: Teaching

Roman provided them with the best logistics, supplying a large amount of meat, eggs, and milk.

But the training time was short, insufficient to push their physical limits to the extreme.

What should be done in this situation?

The only choice was to open a new path.

Supplement their lack of discipline through ideological education.

And they couldn’t play high-end games, only low-level ones.

Those Conscripted Soldiers themselves came from different places, not within the five raided villages’ scope; they were gathered to deal with Roman and were just captured.

And Roman’s indoctrination policy was very clear.

You all lived too hard before!

Only by following me can you have a good life!

Look at your previous life!

Then look at your life now!

When you are in Kant Territory, you surely eat three meals a day, right? You surely taste meat daily, right?

If not, why not bring your families to live here?

As for how to bring them here to live...

Help me take down the Kant Territory, and won’t that work?

Once this straightforward logic came out, what could this group of new soldiers do?

Conscripted Soldiers refer to Militia with reduced taxation; they receive material compensation annually. When other farmers perform labor duties, they are gathered for Military Training.

In case of war, they must prepare their weapons and participate.

On the other hand, as Militia, their living standards are higher than ordinary farmers.

However, they could not resist Roman’s higher welfare offerings.

Not to mention daily benefits: free uniforms, three meals, weapons.

Just talking about the fixed salary of five copper coins per month was enough to make them envious.

My goodness! They only received military pay when conscripted, risking their lives in war.

Ordinarily, they only received some material compensation.

Who doesn’t want money!

The poorer they are, the more they want money!

They have been training in the barracks for more than half a month, sleeping with veteran soldiers every day, chatting at night, learning words, so could they not know how much salary Master Roman issued?

Damn!

Thus, some people angrily smashed their cups in rage!

They decided to follow Master Roman!

The combination of ideological education and Military Training can significantly reduce the time for the professional army to take shape.

...

After leaving the military camp, Roman went to the school next to Origin Manor.

He was to lecture the students today.

Farming and education alone must not be neglected.

Regardless of when the troops of the five Nobles arrive, it cannot impact the students’ course progress.

In fact, not long ago, classes had already resumed.

Roman stood on the podium, holding chalk, and wrote words like ’Lord,’ ’Father,’ ’Mother’ on the blackboard.

"This word is read as ’Lord,’ read with me...Lord!"

"Lord!"

The reading voice was not very tidy, quite scattered.

"Read with me...Lord!"

"Lord!"

After multiple readings, all the children’s voices began to be uniform.

"Write this word in your literacy books, and copy it ten times after you get home—next, to learn ’Father,’ read with me..."

Education is a tedious process, very easy to induce high blood pressure.

For those who recognize words, those who don’t seem to infringe upon the heavenly law, wishing they could be struck by lightning, desperately cracking open the heavens of the others.

Education is a more long-term process than military training.

Three to five years may forge a persistent, determined steel warrior, but it is definitely impossible to cultivate a literate scholar.

Roman came to teach, but he didn’t have time to understand each child’s learning progress, character, thoughts, etc.

He only took responsibility for teaching those letters and words.

He spent about an hour or so daily; if there was no time, he didn’t give lessons; if there was time, he gave them two more classes.

Other teachers were quite busy, teaching six or seven hours daily and arranging student self-study with the remaining time.

They also had to be responsible for printing literacy books.

For repetitive labor, it could be handed over to illiteral young adults, but literate teachers needed to arrange the type of alphabet templates and assemble the letters.

Currently, Nillie was managing this matter.

Compared to Roman, who was a hands-off manager, she seemed more like a principal, organizing everything orderly, dividing classes according to the children’s learning progress, and arranging different teaching processes.

She was very meticulous and skillful, and Roman was also satisfied with her efficient style.

After the lesson, Nillie distributed a thick stack of white papers to the students at the front row’s table and had the front row students pass them back; this was today’s homework.

"Nillie, how have you been recently?"

Nillie tilted her head slightly; she knew he was not asking about her personal condition but about the current state of the school.

Due to spring planting, he hadn’t come to the school for about ten days.

"The new students are relatively obedient, but some cannot sit still; their learning progress is slow," Nillie said.

She had received higher education of this era, but how could rural wild children sit for seven or eight hours in a classroom?

They simply could not sit still; there needed to be an Adaptation process.

Roman said, "Hmm, in a few days, a batch of vegetables will mature, arrange a spring outing for these children, and let them go to the field to harvest vegetables."

"They will surely be overjoyed," Nillie said with a smile.

They studied tediously for many days, preferring labor over continuing their studies.

"Will you also come to relax?"

Nillie was somewhat tempted but then shook her head with a smile, "I have to write textbooks, perhaps there’s no time."

"Feeling tired? All the matters here fall on you to manage."

She never complained, nor did she say she was tired; she just said, "Bearing it sweetly."

"You can seek cooperation from Hansgeman." Roman nodded.

He came hastily, and after consoling Nillie, also left quickly.

Nillie watched his back, and the smile on her face gradually faded.

"Lady Nillie..." A greeting came from behind.

She turned her head and saw a middle-aged man, with subtle wrinkles on his face, his complexion a bit smooth.

"Do we have hope?"

Nillie’s face now showed more dignity and nobility, she asked, "What hope?"

The Sea Castle man bowed his head to her, not because of her current status, but because of her past status.

"You know..."

Homeland burning, clansmen homeless, Nillie thought.

Of course, she knew.

"We can’t go back, Dias, it’s too far." She said softly, "Are you dissatisfied with your current life?"

"No! What dissatisfies me is the life of other clansmen, how could they have such luck as we do! Lady Nillie, have you never thought about such a thing?"

"...You are overstepping, Dias, we were prepared for the worst before we came, only seeking a place to settle... Don’t call me Lady, there is only one Master on this land."

Dias said mournfully, "I thought you would care more about the plight of your clansmen."

"But the land beneath my feet is not Sea Castle," Nillie said.

Facing Dias, she looked calm, but her eyes and temperament had some majesty.

"How do you want me to ensure all Sea Castle People’s rights to survive? Our current life didn’t come easily."

"Your blood is the same as Lord Deer’s, Lord Deer’s last words..."

"Enough!" Nillie said somewhat sternly, "My current identity is that Lord’s Chamberlain!"

Seeing he was silent, she sighed lightly, her eyes with a hint of weariness.

"Do your duty well, you are a teacher now, these matters are not for you to consider... let me consider them..."