The village chief of Seri Village is called Tutuman... This is a very irritating name, but the name given by his parents is not easy to change. Moreover, after decades of calling it, he gradually got used to it.

Both the village chiefs, Tutuman has always been hostile to the old village chief Reed. Although the other party is like him, the other party is also a descendant of the nobles. In the past, when spring came, every time the two of them brought the villagers into the city, the other party could say a few words to the nobles in the city, but he could only wait humbly. Over time, a feeling of not being very convinced was blocked in Tutuman's heart. Why is it that the other party is one head higher than him? Isn't it just that he has a good ancestor and has left him a noble title for him? If he really uses his ability, he will definitely be better than the village chief Reed.

Because of his annoyance, Tutuman has always been reluctant to deal with Village Chief Reed, but today Village Chief Reed actually came to him.

Sitting behind an old table, Tuman asked his wife to bring a glass of spring water to the guest, and then said expressionlessly: "Captain Reed, it's so rare. You will actually visit our poor village. You don't even hold this to destroy your pitiful noble dignity."

"Old guy, you still speak as bad as ever." Reed waved his hand indifferently: "I know you don't like me very much, although I don't know the reason. But I came to you this time and really want to talk to you about something very important, something very important to both of our villages. I hope you can listen to me."

Although he hates the other party, Tutuman is a very competent village chief. He said coldly: "If you have something to say, I'm still in a hurry to go hunting."

Tutuman is an old hunter and the best hunter in several villages in a radius. This house is covered with animal skins, tiger skins, leopard skins, marten skins... There are many little nobles, but they do not have so many good animal skins to keep at home. However, no matter how powerful he is, he is only an ordinary person. He can hunt ordinary creatures, but he cannot deal with those monsters that can use magic. He once challenged to hunt monsters when he was young, but almost died after being seriously injured. Fortunately, he was young and strong and had a good body, so he survived. From then on, he lost the idea of ​​hunting monsters, but this did not prevent him from becoming the best hunter nearby.

"A famous pastor came to our family yesterday, and he was an ascetic believer." Village Chief Reed said lightly.

Suddenly Tuman's eyebrows trembled, and he said sarcastically: "Is this showing off your connections to me?"

"After listening to me, your temperament is still as impatient as when you were young." Village Chief Reed took a sip of the sweet spring water and continued: "The Lord Pastor said that he was planning to build a small temple in our village to promote the concept of the goddess Wojin to our village."

Both of them were quite knowledgeable old men, otherwise they would not have sat in the village. They knew very well what it meant if a regular temple was built near the village. Tuman said jealously: "To be honest, I really hate you. You are touched by you. Your disaster star has sucked all the luck in our Seri Village. If this continues, I plan to mobilize the people in the village to live elsewhere."

"Don't say that, this matter has something to do with Seri Village." Village Chief Reed laughed and said, "Your Magister plans to build a stone temple, and it must be completed within six months. You know that this matter cannot be done by our village alone, so I plan to ask you Seri Village to build a temple with us."

"Don't even think about it!" Suddenly Tuman slapped on the table with a heavy slap. He said with a strong breath: "The temple is built in your village, not our village, why do you need our village to work hard to help you? Reed, do you want to take all the advantages of the world alone? You are too thick-skinned."

Reed ignored Tutman's anger and said slowly: "All the villagers involved in the construction of the temple can pick out a child. The priest will teach them to read. We will help the priest build the temple within six months. Within six months, the priest will teach the children three words every day. If we complete it within six months, the priest will teach the children within six months.

540 words, do you think this is a good thing?"

"Take it seriously?" Chu Tuman calmed down.

"I don't need to come here to lie to you," Reed smiled.

"The whole village of our prime people will help you build temples, and the old people will go there. You don't need to provide food and drink, we will solve it ourselves." Tutman said: "But I need all children under the age of eighteen and over the age of eight in the village to listen to the teachings of the Pastor."

Reed shook his head: "It's impossible... there is a child in each household. This is a rigid rule. You have already taken a big advantage. Are you still not satisfied? If you don't want to, I know the village chief there, Kane Vibrin, and I think they are willing to build this temple with us."

Tuman stood up, and the station threw the cup on the table onto Reed's face. He was furious and calmed down for a while and said, "One is just one, we've taken this matter, but if you're playing tricks on me, don't blame my hunting bow for not recognizing people in the future. It can not only shoot wild animals, but also some old guy."

"Haha, you'll bring people here tomorrow, the faster things will be better." Reed stood up and prepared to leave. He walked out of the gate and suddenly turned around and said, "Tu Man, you owe me a favor for this matter. When spring comes next year, I want you to give up one of the benefits of entering the city."

"If the children in our village can really listen to the knowledge of six months under the priest's seat, I will personally send that income to your home."

"Remember what you said." Reed left with satisfaction.

When Reed was in Seri Village, Liang Lidong drew a structural diagram of the temple on the third floor. Since the temple was about to be built, he planned to leave a side room for himself in the main hall. He couldn't stay at the village chief's house all the time. When he finished drawing the structural diagram, the sun was just setting, and the old village chief had already returned. When he saw Liang Lidong, he bent down and smiled slightly, "Grand, Seri Village has agreed. They will come to listen to your order tomorrow."

"You can build the temple according to the drawings." Liang Lidong handed over the drawings: "You will command people yourself. I will take time to teach the children tomorrow."

The old village chief thought for a while and said with a smile: "Since you believe in our two villages, then I will handle this matter for the old man, and I will ensure that it will be done for you."

Liang Lidong has seen countless NPCs in the game, loyal, slim, sincere, and lies... In his personal impression, the old village chief is the kind of person who is five points of sincerity, three points of cunning, and two points of slimness. Such people account for the majority of them in "Flane Continent". They occasionally seek some small personal gain for themselves, but this does not affect their work or tasks. They are essentially good people. Liang Lidong speculates that the old village chief may have used the construction of the temple to use the matter of building a temple to get some benefits he does not know, so he has such a spirit of joy on his face. How could Liang Lidong say that he is also a lord in the game? He has seen a lot of such expressions in his NPC subordinates.

But this is okay... As long as the old village chief leads people to build the temple and does not exceed his bottom line, he can treat it as if he doesn't know anything.

Games are like life, or life is like games... In "Flange Continent", it is difficult to give a correct answer to this question.

The next day, the people from Seri Village arrived. There were 73 people, and there were twenty children who were with them. Most of them were not over twelve years old. However, there were also several tall men who were almost adults mixed in. Tutuman and a group of people saluted Liang Lidong and followed the old village chief. The young and middle-aged people from the two villages merged together, carrying hammers and wooden wheel trucks, and walking towards the mountains north of the village. There were good stones on the mountain that could be used as building materials. Although they were not as good as the stones in the inner world, the built houses were also durable.

Almost all the men who were able to work left the village, and the children of Seri Village and Reed Village were led by Kyle to the riverside, and Liang Lidong was waiting for them here.

The group of children in front of me have greasy and messy hair, some of them have runny noses, and many people have yellow and black faces. What makes people feel even more uncomfortable is that most of them have a sour smell on their bodies, and I don’t know how long it took to take a shower. Belin is also among these children, but her condition is better. Although her clothes are very old, she is at least quite clean.

These children had fear on their faces, but longing in their eyes. In their minds, the casters were all terrifying humans who would turn children into frogs. Except for a few older people, they understood the importance of learning words to their future life. Other young children were forced by their families. They were afraid of Liang Lisen's identity and tried to hide behind the crowd.

"I want to say something before I teach you to read." Looking at these children, Liang Lidong browsed. According to such hygiene conditions, the chances of these little guys getting sick in the future will be very high. In this world where doctors are lacking and priests are fewer, getting sick often means death, so he decided to fool these little guys and help them develop good living habits: "First stretch out your hands and let me see what your hands are."

All the children stretched out their hands, except Belin and Kyle, the hands of others were quite dirty, and the nails were covered with black dirt.

"Writing is a very sacred thing, a gift given to us mortals by the gods." Liang Lidong said in the tone of a charlatan: "And you plan to use such dirty hands to write sacred words? Do you think this is appropriate?"

Listening to Liang Lidong's questioning, the group of children showed panic expressions.

"Immediately go to the river to wash your hands and say that I will check later. If anyone is not clean, don't think about learning anything."
Chapter completed!