Chapter 33
The verdict was in. My first issue of the Brownfield Times
was a hit success, and most people who read it were horrified with the practice
of dragon hunting. Plus, we gave them an alternative: kerosene. Within the week
we had a cottage factory in my hamlet producing kerosene using the town’s magic
adept, who were generally very weak but had enough magic between them to output
a good amount of the stuff.
I named my hamlet Freedom Hill. Soon after the naming
ceremony, I went to the Royal Society to discuss education.
I entered Moray’s office, Claude behind me as usual.
Moray was leaned back in his chair, playing with a paper
airplane. He looked up as the door closed behind us.
“I heard you took the offer,” he said.
“I did,” I said. “I thought that, with a parcel of land and some
peasants to work with, I could come out better.”
Moray scoffed. “If it were anyone but you, I would have
written you off as a greed monger. However, with you …” Moray moved the paper
airplane through the air. “You’re different. I’ve heard that you’ve been
flooding the market with that new Kerosene stuff.”
“I have,” I said. “Purely as an alternative to dragon oil.”
Moray nodded. “And just in time, too,” said Moray. “There’s
an old prophecy that says that the moment the last dragons die, the Elders will
return.”
“Uh,” I said. “Why haven’t I heard of this before?”
“Because I didn’t know it last time we talked,” said Moray. “I’ve
been doing my research. The Royal Society has an archive library with
information dating back thousands of years.”
“And you found a book with that prophecy?” I asked.
“It was more of a scroll,” said Moray. “But yes. I’ve found
a few other interesting tidbits as well. There was another person who came from
your sphere. Tibius Martell. He came here suddenly one day two hundred years
ago, carrying a huge amount of power. He tore up the local city and set himself
up as a rogue warlord. He was killed two years later by a coalition sent by the
church. I have reason to believe that he came from the same sphere you do.” Moray
paused. “But he was not known as an inventor.”
“Two hundred years ago was the beginning of the industrial
revolution on Earth,” I said. “He may not have been nearly as educated as I am.”
I paused. “On the topic of education. I want to hire some teachers to teach my
peasants how to read, write, and do math.”
Moray raised an eyebrow. “And why would you want that?” he
said.
“Because I’m going to need educated workers for the town I’m
planning on building,” I said. “I’ve turned it into a special economic zone.”
“I heard about that,” said Moray, playing with his paper
plane. “You removed all taxes? That was both incredibly smart and incredibly
stupid. Where are you going to get your money to run your estate?”
“I can draw up enough gold from the ambient metals beneath
us to finance pretty much anything I can think of,” I said. “I do not need
money. What I want is a steam engine, and at the moment there is no amount of
money in the world that can buy one. Money is not an object to me. What I want
is intelligence, skill, and craftsmanship.”
“And that’s why you want us to teach your peasants?” said
Moray.
“Exactly,” I said. “A single skilled worker can produce
enough value to rival ten simple farmers.”
“Ah,” said Moray. “When you put it like that …”
“I know what I’m doing,” I said. “I haven’t been teaching
you a lot about economics, but I know more about it than anyone else in this
world. Period. Not because I’m better, but because the world I live in has been
there and seen everything. Free economies produce wealth.” I thought for a
moment. “About peasants. Once they are working on the land owned by the lord,
can they leave when they want to?”
“Some lords allow it, some don’t,” said Moray. “Why do you
ask?”
“Because I have a hunch that a lot of peasants are going to
move to my hamlet soon. In fact, it’s probably not going to be a hamlet for long.”
Moray chuckled. “And that’s what you want, right?” he said.
“Yes,” I said. “I want to build a city that will be a light
on a hill. Everyone will know the power of enlightenment.”
“Let me get this straight,” said Moray. “You’ve abolished
taxes for your peasants,”
“Yes,” I said.
“And you’re going to teach them how to read and write for
free,” said Moray.
“Yes,” I said.
“And you’re going to allow industry not regulated by the
guilds to work there.”
“That’s right,” I said.
Moray sighed. “Well, good luck. No one has ever done this
kind of thing before.”
“That’s because all the nobles are greedy bastards,” I said.
“They just want to exploit their populace.”
“How are you going to feed your people?” said Moray. “If
they’re all working in your, eh, factories, then how are you going to get food?”
“Many ways,” I said. “I can increase productivity with
fertilizer or I can import food on the proceeds of our factories.”
“Fertilizer?” said Moray. “Where are you going to get that?”
“Chemicals,” I said. “Phosphorus and nitrogen. They will
increase crop yields ten times.”
Moray whistled. “That’s some projection.”
“It’s science,” I said. “Plants will yield many times what
they do without it if it is spread on the soil.”
Moray tapped his fingers on the desk. “So the whole town is
your bed for experiments,” he said.
“While I don’t like to phrase it that way, yes,” I said.
Moray sighed. “Great. Because you’re my friend, I’ll trust
you on this.” He continued to tap his fingers. “But first. Who, exactly, will
you trust with teaching your peasants?”
“You,” I said. “And anyone you trust. The pay will be very
competitive.”
“I don’t doubt it,” said Moray. “But I don’t know many
scientists who would be willing to take you up on your offer. There’s too much
that they plan on doing. Everyone has their own experiments.”
“If the pay is not good enough,” I said, “I will finance any
research that they may want to perform.”
“Now that’s a sweet deal,” said Moray. He clicked his
tongue. “What’s your budget?”
“Depending on the science, about a thousand cris per year
per person. That’s just for research purposes, not including wages for
teaching.”
“And where are you getting that money?” said Moray.
“I’m making tens of thousands of cris a week selling Kerosene,”
I said. “I have money.”
Moray whistled. “Then I’m on board. I’ll get as many others
as I can to come with me.”
“Be there in two days,” I said. “In the meantime I’m going
to get working on building a school house.” I turned to Claude. “Let’s go.”
We left the building and went back to the shop location. We
weren’t going to close it. We were just expanding into Freedom Hill. All
operations at the original location would continue.
I went in and said hi to the guy we had tending the front,
and then I went into the back and said hello to Rachel.
“We’ve been working at it for sixteen hours,” said Rachel,
showing up a test print of our second newspaper issue. “We’re reporting on the fire
that burned down Littleton yesterday.”
“Great,” I said. “But I need to talk to you.”
“Hm?” said Rachel.
“I need to hire some builders.”
“To renovate the keep?” said Rachel.
“That, and to build a school house and a factory,” I said. “We’re
going to start producing plastic and plastic derivatives in addition to kerosene.
For that we need a big factory building.”
Rachel sighed. “I’ll get to it.”
“I also need to do a bit of traveling so I can locate a
source of phosphorus and nitrogen. Are there any coasts along here that have a
lot of bird poop?”
“Bird poop?” said Rachel. “I know your ideas are always
crazy, but why in the hell would you want bird poop?”
“That stuff is worth its weight in, at least silver I
suppose. If you spread it onto crops you can triple your yields.”
“Hah,” said Rachel. “The ocean is a hundred miles from here.”
She sighed. “I’ll hire a sky ship.”
“Great,” I said. “Can we go as soon as tomorrow?”
Rachel turned away, waving her hand. “Fine,” she said. “I’ll
do it for you.”
I nodded and went upstairs to sleep in my bedroom. I didn’t
need to—I could sleep in the keep—but that place was drafty, dusty, and kind of
creepy.
When I woke up there was a letter at the bedstand.
I’ve chartered the Green Heron to take you to the ocean.
Find all the bird poop you want there.
I got up, brushed my teeth, and then met Claude at the door.
We went to the docks and boarded the Green Heron. The captain was a nice
man, kind of elf-like, named Gover. We took off within the hour and, half a day
later, we were at the ocean. It was a long stretch of uninhabited beach with
several rocky outlying islands. Those islands contained exactly what I was
looking for.
Bird poop. This stuff, once people knew what it could do,
would be very valuable. I, however, had to prove that it was worth harvesting.
And to do that I had planned a bit of an experiment.
I told the captain to take us close to the island. I had
prepared a number of barrels and sacks to put the poop in. I climbed a ladder
down to the island and, using my alchemy powers, filled five sacks full of bird
poop. From what I had researched, this was enough to fertilize ten acres. Not
much but it was a start. We hoisted the bags and barrels onto the ship using pulleys
and then turned around and headed for home.
When we got to Freedom Hill, I put the poop in storage and
told the peasants to not touch it. They, of course, said they would not. It was
just bird poop, after all.
In the meantime the personal horse carriage I had ordered had
been delivered to the keep. I looked around it, admiring the craftsmanship. I had
ordered it a week before from the top carriage maker in Brownfield. We also had
two very nice draft horses to pull it, as well as a butler named Regen who
drove it.
“Hello, sir,” said Regen.
“Hello,” I said. “It’s been a while. Have you figured out
how to clean the keep?”
“I have hired five maids,” said Regen. “They will take care
of the keep for you.”
I stepped into the carriage, followed by Claude.
The Green Heron took off, to fulfill its next
contract. Claude and I rode back to Brownfield, to my shop. I entered and went
to get Rachel.
“How have the sales of the second issue been?” I asked.
Rachel sighed. “Not very good. I told you before that not
enough people know how to read.”
“And I’m planning to change that,” I said. “The newspaper
will be an incentive for people to learn.”
“I hope you’re right,” said Rachel.
“What other kinds of things are we printing?” I asked.
Rachel showed me around the works. There were pamphlets, fliers, and posters for advertising goods. Even a few flags. Upon inspecting it all, I gave it my approval and returned to the carriage in order to get back to Freedom Hill and start my experiments.
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