naaapseattle #209 - Is it too late?
#209 - Is it too late?
Horn's proposition of "all men are born equal, all men are born free" was not the later kind of "freedom and equality."
These two points, reflected in reality, only abolished the three-tiered peasant system in rural areas and the transcendent status of the nobility, advocating that "unearned income" should be regarded as a new original sin.
As the saying goes, being one step ahead makes you a genius, being three steps ahead makes you a madman.
This political proposition, which seemed extremely primitive and crude in Horn's time, is already quite advanced in this era.
Just stepping out of the town's prayer house, Horn felt a heat on the back of his head. He looked up, only to be blinded by the sunlight.
He discovered that after five or six days of continuous rain, Great Marsh Township finally had sunshine.
From behind the mountains and clouds, the warm sun pierced through the heavy clouds, releasing a faint light from the cracks.
However, in the grayish-white chill of winter, this light also seemed somewhat turbid.
Under the eaves of the wooden roof, water droplets fell rhythmically, landing on Horn's shoulder.
He reached out and caught the water droplets and sunlight. Together in his palm, they were both warm and cold.
"What should we do next?"
"Um," Duvalon beside him pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket, "Originally, we were supposed to discuss the matters of the Order with Lord Armand, but we finished early, so we have an hour of free time."
"Free time, huh." Horn looked at the Mechanical Palace on the distant hillside. "It's rare to have some sunshine. Let's take a walk around here."
Walking on the grass that was a mix of withered yellow and vibrant green, Horn strolled lightly ahead.
Previously, he had been riding around on horseback, and it had been raining. He had never had the chance to slowly admire the scenery of the island, only seeing blurry images rushing past.
Once the matters of the Order of the Holy Father are resolved, he will have to formally start training the army. At that time, Horn will probably have to run between the town and the military camp, without so much free time.
Even now, as Horn is taking a walk, it is not truly free time. He is still thinking about the Salvation Army in his mind.
Of the six major problems initially proposed, the issue of food has been resolved after filling the gap in water pumps.
The second problem is clothing, but clothing is really a case of 'a skilled wife cannot cook without rice.' The only method Horn can think of is to send more people to hunt wild animal furs.
Anyway, they have holy rifles. With holy rifles and breastplates, they might not have the confidence to fight against magical creatures, but they definitely have the confidence to escape, and a lot of it.
Horn ordered that clothing should be supplied to the soldiers of the battle group first, and those who did not have enough winter clothes would have to stay at home.
Although clothing is not enough, peat is definitely sufficient. Even the current peat workshop's production is enough to meet the winter warmth needs of these 20,000 people.
For this group of people who must stay at home, Horn does not intend to let them idle. They can do some assembly work at home.
In addition, Horn plans to set up elementary school classes and literacy classes in each district, using this winter to heavily supplement their education and synchronize their knowledge with elementary school students first.
This involves the third problem from the beginning, the housing problem.
These Insula apartments are free to move into, with no shared areas and self-managed property, but if they harbor deserters or fugitives, the entire building will be held jointly liable.
Although Witt is delaying the construction period, Horn believes that as long as the Star-Forged Gears are used in the cranes, the town's construction speed will definitely be able to take another step forward.
Silov has been drawing the design of the crane these past few days, and a prototype can be built and tested in as little as two days.
Thinking of this, Horn's footsteps took a turn to a mound, and at the foot of the mound was a row of brand-new mud-brick houses emitting black smoke.
This is the mortar workshop area that Horn temporarily established.
In the sheds outside the mud-brick houses, laborers wearing padded jackets and short cloaks sat on small stools, bending over and busy in the water tanks.
Wearing leather gloves and holding small knives, they painstakingly dissected slimes, then extracted the useful parts, eventually extracting slime juice.
These slime juices will be transported to the mortar workshops behind them, where Holy-Favored Alchemists will refine them into buckets of mortar powder.
Several flatbed carts were parked by the roadside, their wheels stuck in the mud pits. The flatbed carts were carrying mortar buckets, covered with lids and a layer of tarpaulin on the outside.
The laborers cursed, one pulling in the front and two pushing in the back, exerting a lot of effort to push the flatbed cart out.
It's not that Horn is stingy and unwilling to use horse-drawn carriages, but he has a surplus of warhorses but a clear shortage of draft horses.
When Horn came to Autumn Dusk Island, he swept away Duke Kush's horses and the knights' horses from Jeanneburg, taking 240 warhorses into his possession.
Warhorses are actually not suitable for pulling carts, and even their efficiency and cost are not as good as letting people pull them.
Whenever this happens, Horn thinks about how great it would be to have clockwork locomotives, even if they were short and cute.
From the industrial area to the town, it's less than two miles. Using those small mine carts connected to a clockwork engine to pull them all the way would be much better than having people pull them.
It's a pity that they lack the most important method of manufacturing Star-Forged Gears. Horn has less than sixty Star-Forged Gears that he can use.
And for some reason, the vampire from the Scales Hermitage, Silov's mother, makes Star-Forged Gears that are at least 1 meter in diameter.
For some smaller machines, this kind of gear simply cannot be used as a power source.
"Forget it, I'll think about it later. I'll have the Roan Party pay more attention to it." Horn stretched and continued to move forward.
Currently, there are three main alchemical industries on Autumn Dusk Island: peat, mortar, and orichalcum.
Currently, orichalcum is a major problem, and it is also the most directly related to the new army.
The main reason is that it consumes too much refined iron, actually requiring 14 pounds of refined iron.
Although Pasrik said that he could use magic power to compensate for the waste of refined iron, that old bastard has not yet calculated the specific formula.
When Horn went to find him this morning, he was still stubbornly saying things like "This is not my problem, it's a matter of time" and "Life is inevitably full of regrets."
Compared to Pasrik's procrastination, the "Galar Drill Manual," which is also related to the training of the new army, has been mostly completed.
Although Hakuto and Jeshka were arguing about the most effective actions to the point of a mid-jungle breakdown, they still managed to draw this full-picture drill manual with stumbles.
Yesterday, the registrars and scribes for the population survey were recruited, and they should have completed their training today, so the population survey can be conducted tomorrow.
During the population survey, the ten-household and hundred-household groupings must be further carried out. It just so happens that the Insula apartments have been completed and are almost ready to accommodate a hundred households.
Horn counted on his fingers and summarized that what has not yet been carried out is the marching training, and the prerequisite conditions are: complete the population survey, complete the housing settlement, complete the drill manual compilation, complete the clockwork gun improvement, and complete the orichalcum manufacturing method improvement.
Horn has basically completed the prerequisite conditions for these prerequisite conditions, leaving only them.
Training the new army is not as easy and quick as Horn imagined. It's almost December, and even the recruitment of new soldiers has not yet begun.
Horn stopped his footsteps. He looked in the direction of Jeanneburg, as if his gaze could penetrate the mountains.
Will it be in time?