I, a fallen nobleman, started the farming system

Chapter 87 Proper Engineer
In the castle, Lynn was holding the parchment in his hand. Across from him, standing little Tom was very frightened. He lowered his head and dared not speak.

The lord called him over and asked him to use precious parchment to draw the floor plan of Ash Town on it. Little Tom was trembling while drawing, lest there would be a little mistake.

This is parchment, such a piece is more expensive than him.

Lin En put down the parchment, looked at the trembling little Tom, and couldn't help laughing: "Don't be afraid, I'm not a monster, I can still eat you, your drawing is quite good, more precisely, it exceeded my expectations .”

On the parchment is the floor plan of Ashes Town, which is very detailed, including houses, streets, squares, bulletin boards, etc., and Lynn also discovered that the picture drawn by Little Tom is not a random restoration, but a scaled one. The zoom, there is no mistake.

"What did you think when you drew the floor plan?" Lynn asked.

Little Tom replied, "I didn't think much about it, I just drew the picture in my mind."

Lynn: "."

Is this the legendary child prodigy?

Lynn couldn't help but think of what he said to Carliss just now, comparing people to people makes people mad.

This kind of talent really shocked him. Little Tom was born suitable for drawing drawings, coupled with his super memory, he is a proper engineer, but he needs to be taught.

"Lord, did I say something wrong?" Little Tom asked tremblingly.

"No!" Lynn stared straight at Little Tom, "I have something that I need you to draw."

By the afternoon.

Carliss came in from the outside and saw many pieces of parchment on the table, on which were drawn a lot of strange things, some were semicircular with a part protruding in the middle, some were long strips with a Weird sharp stuff.

On another piece of parchment is an instrument with many tubes, two long tubes stand upright, and the bottom is similar to a pot.

Karis's mind was already dizzy, and his eyes rolled when he saw these things.

Supporting his body, Karis supported the table, and it took a while to recover.

He saw the master and little Tom were discussing something there, and little Tom kept writing and drawing on the parchment.

Karis didn't dare to disturb, but could only wait for them.

As the two discussed, a big bird gradually appeared on the parchment, but this bird looked strange no matter what.

"Is that so, my lord?" asked little Tom.

Lin En looked at the parchment carefully and nodded slightly. Little Tom's drawing talent is really too much. He has never seen an airplane, but he roughly restored the airplane based on his own description and combined with his imagination.

That is, the appearance of this aircraft is not like that of traditional aircraft, but has a certain magical color.

Airplane!
Lynn looked again, and he just wanted little Tom to paint on a whim, so let's take it as a memory. After all, he has only been on an airplane, and he doesn't know anything about such high-end things.

Putting the parchment away, Lynn asked, "What's the matter?"

Karis quickly said: "I recorded the work of those serfs and ranked them according to their work points. The serfs with the highest scores became the group leaders. Now I come back and let Ellie cook meat porridge. This is the amount of meat, which is the same as that of the militia. , or do you want to put less?"

"The same specifications are fine, there is no need to cut corners on this, and don't cook meat porridge here in the castle, take the ingredients directly to the field, and let those people see the process of making meat porridge."

Only by letting them see it with their own eyes can they be more motivated.

Rewards on the bright side are often more tempting.

"Well, I'll do it."

The serfs sat on the ground, staring blankly at the pot not far away, swallowing their saliva non-stop. The lord's servants were making meat porridge, and the rich fragrance wafted out of it, surrounding them.

They saw with their own eyes that pieces of meat were put into the pot, and the servants kept stirring them. They could imagine how delicious this pot of meat porridge was.

The saliva never stopped, and the eyes never turned away.

When the meat porridge was ready and the steward said to come over to serve the porridge, the serfs who got permission immediately ran over to line up. They didn't dare to do anything to push the meat porridge because they were afraid that the meat porridge would be cancelled.

The rest of the serfs shifted their eyes from the pot to the bowl, and could only watch them gulp down the porridge, and occasionally ate a piece of meat. This feeling was particularly tormenting, as if something was scratching in their hearts. .

They also want to eat, but they can't.

I can only think silently in my heart, I must work hard to earn work points, and when I become the team leader, I will also have meat porridge.

This is the thought of every serf who has not eaten the meat porridge, but for those serfs who have eaten the meat porridge, they are thinking, the meat porridge is so delicious, I want to drink it, and I must not let others take it away.

For a moment, their eyes collided, and sparks burst out.

Karis looked at them, wondering why there was something wrong with the atmosphere.

He shook his head and didn't think much about it, maybe it's because his mind has been sober today.

At night, Ashes Town was quiet, except for the sounds of some wild beasts in the forest from time to time.

After eating, Lynn listened to Carliss' report, and was not surprised that such a situation would happen to the serfs. This is the psychology of comparison, which will only prompt them to work harder.

"Sir, I think we could set up a bulletin board over there in the field," said Carliss.

"why?"

"When I was recording their work points today, many serfs came to ask, afraid that I had made a mistake. After the final statistics, many serfs said that they had done a lot of things, but why did they get so few work points? It is my problem, I warned them directly, I will not remember wrongly, if I dare to talk more, I will hang myself, these serfs will stop, but I can feel that they are still not convinced."

Carlisle paused, and continued: "You can list the things they do and the work points they get on the bulletin board in detail, and update it every day, so that they won't doubt it, even though they are illiterate, But those who can read can be asked."

A flash of light flashed in Lin En's mind, "You have a good idea, and you can also encourage them to learn to read and write seriously. After all, if they want to know how many work points they have earned, they need to read and write. They can't keep asking others, just follow your advice. Say it and do it."

Carlisle showed embarrassment, "But in this way, there will be more demand for paper, and we don't have much parchment and papyrus."

"That's a problem." Lin En pondered for a moment, "Let's see how long it lasts, and then buy another batch."

Carliss left, and Lynn muttered, "Paper, paper, how do you make this thing."

(End of this chapter)