Lord of Winter: Beginning with Daily Intelligence - Chapter 499 - 308: The Most Important Asset in the Northern Territory Is Talent (Part 2)
Chapter 499: Chapter 308: The Most Important Asset in the Northern Territory Is Talent (Part 2)
“The preliminary three-phase plan of the Education Department is currently drafted. Most of the content has been gradually refined by our team after you proposed the core objectives…”
“Hmm.” Louis nodded, his tone calm, “Continue.”
Lanna continued to explain: “The first plan is basic compulsory education. We intend to establish one hundred town schools outside the Red Tide City within five years, covering the entire jurisdiction, especially in densely populated or concentrated areas.
Each location will be equipped with at least one literacy teacher and several specialized course teachers tailored to local needs, such as teaching agriculture mainly in Mai Lang Territory, and ’Circuit Lecturers’ dispatched from headquarters to give a monthly lecture on law and order. Of course, particularly smart children can study in the Red Tide Territory.
Class times will be concentrated to avoid the busy periods of spring planting and autumn harvest, ensuring attendance rates.”
Louis nodded slightly: “Is the grain subsidy included as well?”
“Yes.” Lanna quickly replied, “Enrolled children can receive an additional ten percent grain quota to ensure families agree.
Additionally, all teachers will be formally integrated into the Red Tide civil system, enjoying the treatment of grassroots officials, which helps attract stable teaching resources.”
“Very good.” Louis closed the document and looked up to meet her gaze, “Are these independently drafted by you?”
“Lanna slightly lowered her head nervously: “The overall direction comes from your initial arrangement, and the rest were refined by the Education Department.”
“Very good.” Louis repeated, “Next item.”
Lanna turned to the next page, her tone no longer restrained, with a subtle sense of pride: “The second phase is a pilot for higher education, the Red Tide College.
This is a plan you personally proposed. We plan to establish a new campus in the old fort area in the west suburb of Red Tide City, named Red Tide College.”
“How many districts?” Bradley interjected.
“Four.” Lanna answered succinctly, then added, “The first is the Teachers’ College to train key faculty for town schools; the second is the Administrative Clerks Department, preparing for the future civil servant system of Red Tide.”
She paused, glanced at Louis’s expression, and continued: “The third is the Skills Workshop to train alchemy apprentices, craftsmen, and other technical talents. Lastly, the basic medical department fills the huge post-war gap, which we must address quickly.”
“Admission standards?” Louis asked, clearly focused.
“The first cohort plans to enroll two hundred people.” Lanna replied, “Recommended and screened jointly by town mayors and the Inspectorate, with public tuition waived and a mandatory service of ten years. Graduates must serve within the Red Tide system for ten years.”
Louis nodded upon hearing this: “Very good.”
Lanna also smiled a bit, turning to the last page: “Finally, it’s publicity and supporting facility construction.
We’ll form mobile teams consisting of lecturers and performers, touring all areas to promote educational concepts and benefits, encouraging children of residents to go to school.
Also establishing the ’Red Tide Talents List,’ publicly announcing outstanding students each year and prioritizing them for excellent job positions.”
Louis closed the plan book, lightly flicking the cover and leaning back in his chair.
He didn’t speak immediately but slowly surveyed the entire office before his gaze returned to Lanna.
“Well done.” His voice was full of affirmation, “You’ve truly understood the meaning of education.”
Lanna hurriedly stood and saluted, her voice carrying a slight tremble: “Y-Yes! We will obey the Lord’s orders!”
In that moment, her eyes felt warm as she struggled to keep her emotions in check.
During these two years in Red Tide, she had learned restraint, calmness, and responsibility.
This sentence suddenly gave weight to all the fatigue from daily preparations and nightly revisions.
“These… are all because of your good guidance.” She bowed her head, speaking swiftly and solemnly, “If it weren’t for your personal guidance and system establishment, we could never have come this far. It’s Red Tide that taught me the mission, it’s you… that helped me find the meaning of life.”
She wasn’t the type of person who was good at expressing herself, but at this moment, all accumulated gratitude turned into sincere words.
Louis didn’t respond immediately but smiled lightly instead: “I just did some small things. The main accomplishment is yours, keep working hard.”
Lanna nodded vigorously, her eyes bright like stars.
“And here are these newly written children’s textbooks for your review.”
Lanna respectfully took out three newly bound textbooks from her leather document bag and handed them to Louis.
Her expression carried a tinge of nervousness but mostly undisguised pride and dedication.
Louis took them, lowered his eyes to look at the cover of the first page, and the thick paper was printed with the clear Red Tide Emblem and a bright red title:
“Our Great Lord Louis.”
He softly read the book title, his mouth twitching slightly.
“It’s a storybook. Make sure the children can understand it.” Lanna explained.
She quickly supplemented with: “We selected the Red Tide defensive battle during the insect disaster, Red Tide City restoration project, and the Bone Canyon rescue as the main lines. Core words are courage, protection, dedication, order.
Each lesson ends with a phrase, like this one…”
She flipped to the last page, pointing to the printed small heading and reading aloud:
“When you encounter danger, remember the words of the Lord: protect your loved ones and be someone others can rely on.”
Louis looked down at that line of words, silent for a moment, did he ever say that?
If you can’t be sure who said a quote, just say it was the great lord?
Louis flipped through the illustration pages again, there was one page with him in a red cape, riding fast in the snow.
Another page was him building walls with the people, and yet another was his silhouette racing towards the battle line in a foggy canyon waving a long spear.
“It’s quite exaggerated.” He silently mocked in his heart, even suspecting that more illustrations would depict Louis ascending to be a god and slaying the Evil God together.
Louis opened the second book: “Red Tide Knowledge Workbook.”
The content was more practical, covering territorial division, geographical understanding, basic agriculture knowledge, and identifying points about cult followers…
Simple legal articles clearly marked, such as “Do not carry blades at night” and “Household registration change must be reported,” clear and easy to understand yet still serious.
The third book, “Three Thousand Questions of Red Tide,” used a daily question format to repeatedly instill some knowledge:
“Do you know who dug the first well in Mai Lang Territory?”
“Who was the person that led us out of the winter disaster?”
“Why are cultists dangerous?”
Louis closed the last book, pressing his thumb lightly on the cover.
“Not bad.” He commented, placing the three textbooks on one side of the table, his tone carrying its usual warmth, “But… isn’t the content about me a bit exaggerated?”
“No.” Lanna almost immediately replied, her tone unwavering, “This is necessary education.”
Her gaze was sincere, unwavering, as if explaining an absolute truth.
Beside him, Bradley also put on his reading glasses, squinted at an illustration, then nodded: “Hmm, indeed, quite impactful… I think it’s good.”
“You too.” Louis looked at him somewhat distressed, “I’m just saying – maybe trim it down a bit, don’t let it be all about me charging on horseback, waving to save the day. Include some sections about ordinary citizens, craftsmen, children also making significant contributions.”
He paused, added, “Red Tide wasn’t built by me alone.”
But Lanna’s eyes brightened, seemingly ignited with a creative enthusiasm: “Then I know! I’ll write another section – telling the touching story of how the Lord led the people through the winter, rebuilt ruins, and ignited the flame of hope!”
“No…that’s not what I meant.”
Louis opened his mouth but eventually couldn’t stop her from quickly jotting down the draft.
She seemed to misunderstand something.
Louis watched Lanna’s face, flushed with excitement, writing fervently in her notebook, and sighed,
Forget it, I’ll personally revise it when the draft comes out.
“At least, don’t draw me holding a long spear and jumping into the fire anymore.” he muttered softly.
