Chapter 43

Du Mingna now does a lot of things that have nothing to do with the tasks given by the system.

 If only considering completing system tasks, Du Mingna could actually just teach fixed students, and could also not consider things like papermaking, just focus on brushing system tasks and getting rewards from the system.

 The system just let him establish the Magic First School, and he honestly taught things related to magic.

 If he couldn't teach it temporarily, he could fully utilize the system to gather enough excellent school staff around him.

 These staff members also have a connection with him through the system as the hub, and he can trust that they will help him complete various tasks given by the system.

 But if Du Mingna really only did that, he would feel uncomfortable.

 He has not slowed down the progress of system tasks now, he has just added extra work for himself.

 He still harbors a burning dream, hoping to make the world a better place through his efforts.

 Even if he temporarily cannot influence more places, he hopes that the Gray Rope Village, which is now considered his territory, can become better and more like his past life.

 Increase the rate of knowledge dissemination.

 People's lives become more convenient and relaxed.

 He wants to do this.

 He is working hard for it.

 After doing these things, he vaguely realizes that his actions can bring some mysterious power to the system.

 This power allows him to open better things when opening the gift boxes given by the system; recruit people more suitable for himself through the recruitment system; get more suitable side tasks, special tasks; timely provide him with rewards for tasks he urgently needs...

 These are all unexpected joys.

 Du Mingna deeply feels that he and the system should be considered as mutually supportive.

 Du Mingna gets up very early, and the students have not yet come to his cabin.

 Old John has already started working.

 Hearing the movement of Du Mingna getting up, Old John smiled and looked at Du Mingna.

 He slightly bowed to Du Mingna.

 "Young Master, good morning.

 Hmm? Young Master, you...

?" Du Mingna slept well last night.

 There was no sign of any insomnia-related abnormalities on his face.

 But Old John had sensed that Du Mingna's mental strength was not fully restored.

 This is an abnormality, an abnormality that should not have occurred.

 "Nothing.

" Du Mingna shook his head, "Just doing some experiments.

" Old John frowned slightly but didn't say much.

 He just bent his waist a little lower.

 "Please take care of yourself, Young Master.

 If you need it, I can prepare a potion for you.

" Du Mingna thought for a moment and shook his head.

 "Forget it, not needed for now.

 By the way, what were you doing just now? Was it the paper mold I mentioned to you?" Boiling pulp is not an easy task.

 After making the pulp with a uniform and delicate texture, it needs to be scooped with a paper mold like a bamboo screen to form a thin layer of wet paper on the paper mold, then set aside to dry.

 After it dries completely, the paper can be peeled off the paper mold.

 Du Mingna has not yet made usable pulp.

 Handmade papermaking takes a long time, not to mention that he has not even figured out the appropriate papermaking ratio.

 But the paper mold can be prepared first.

 Old John nodded with a smile.

 "Yes, Young Master, take a look? I tried it and I think the bamboo silk I made now should meet the standards you mentioned.

" Old John is now busy trying to make bamboo screen paper molds.

 This involves turning suitable bamboo into bamboo silk, then weaving it.

 The final product of the bamboo screen should be as thin as a hair and as delicate as a cicada's wings.

 Old John is currently working on bamboo silk.

 Du Mingna actually doesn't understand these things very well.

 He just mentioned the requirements, and also considered using bamboo weaving or seeing if he could buy suitable fine cloth, and Old John suggested trying to weave with bamboo silk first.

 The task of making paper molds basically falls on Old John.

 Du Mingna reached out and touched the bamboo silk.

 If he hadn't seen Old John cutting bamboo in the cool and damp area by the mountain with his own eyes, and hadn't done the initial polishing of the bamboo himself, gradually handcrafting it into this kind of bamboo silk, he would have doubted whether this was something that human power could achieve.

 When Old John was busy, some children in the village also wanted to try it with him.

 Old John let them help with some simpler tasks, but the most difficult task of turning bamboo into silk was still done by Old John himself.

 Dumina now feels the bamboo silk made by Old John, and finds it delicate and smooth.

 If bamboo is not handled properly, bamboo thorns can easily appear.

 But now, no matter how Dumina touches the bamboo made by Old John, he can't feel any bamboo thorns.

 Dumina nods in satisfaction.

 "These bamboo silks should be usable.

" A hint of embarrassment appears on his face.

 "Sorry, Old John, I actually don't understand much either.

" He only has theoretical knowledge, and even the theory is not very solid.

 The one who really gets things done is still Old John.

 "No, young master, it's already rare for you to come up with these ideas," Old John's expression is particularly serious, "what we often lack is just an idea.

" Dumina smiles and is about to say something when they hear Oak's listless voice not far away.

 "Good morning...

" Old John and Dumina both look towards Oak.

 Oak is covered in sand.

 The land he cleared is mostly sand and stones.

 After a few busy days, Oak hasn't been able to plant much on it, he's just been busy turning the soil.

 When Dumina went to see him yesterday afternoon, he saw that the best thing growing on it was the vine fence that Oak had magically grown.

 "Master Oak, what's wrong with you?" Old John's voice is tinged with surprise, "Why do you look so listless? Haven't you slept in these days?" Oak sighs and shakes his head.

 "I've dozed off for a while, but I left my thicket, ah, it's uncomfortable without the thicket.

" Saying that, Oak leans against the stone wall and sits on the ground.

 "How are your bushes growing?" Dumina asks out of courtesy.

 He remembers going to see them last night and seeing that the bushes were still just seedlings, looking quite vigorous, not knowing if they will grow successfully.

 But Oak suddenly looks at him, his gaze so intense that Dumina almost feels a burning sensation.

 "Do you know? I was busy casting spells on them last night! Now the vitality of my bush seedlings has stabilized, and there won't be any other problems in the short term.

 I just need to turn over some more soil, and I can prepare for transplantation...

" Without the bushes around, just talking about the bushes, Oak's whole demeanor becomes completely different from before.

 Dumina can only chat with Oak.

 But while chatting, he also asked Oak some questions related to spells.

 The piece of land Oak wanted was too barren, not suitable for planting at all.

 Oak definitely needs to cast spells on the land to gradually transform it into a suitable environment for plant growth.

 What kind of spells should be used? If the existing spells are not suitable, how should the spells be improved? After discussing these, Oak doesn't need Dumina to ask further questions, he can chat enthusiastically on his own, until the regular students from the school come over, Oak has to regretfully stop to lead the children to learn basic cultivation classes.

 It looks like he really regrets it.

 Dumina listens on the side, while also organizing the knowledge he just learned.

 Oak, a ninth-level mage, is definitely strongest in wood magic, but water and earth magic are also not weak for him.

 However, Oak's earth magic is mostly related to improving soil, and the principles involved in the spells are more profound, making it difficult to teach others.

 As for some basic earth-based spell knowledge, Oak also felt it was too simple, belonging to the type that can be done with just hands, and he also found it difficult to explain the principles to others.

 He was too familiar with this knowledge, feeling that the cost was understandable, so he couldn't teach it.

 Oak didn't understand water-based spells very well; his knowledge of water was mostly used for watering shrubs.

 This superficial understanding actually allowed him to reach a high level of teaching in water-based spells.

 Oak was also very familiar with wood-based spells, so much so that he could explain the spells he knew in the most straightforward way.

 Oak said that the basics of cultivation were too simple, and Du Mingna didn't pay much attention in class but could remember everything he said.

 After Du Mingna finished organizing the content Oak mentioned this morning, he started organizing some other knowledge.

 This time, he thought about the color changes he saw after recruiting.

 There must be a reason for that.

 Oak was golden.

 The recruits he made this time were a mix of purple and blue, with purple as the main color and blue as the secondary color.

 Recruiting only one person at a time, it was impossible for him to recruit two people this time, right? So, this color should be related to the recruited person.

 He hadn't figured it out yet when Oak's class ended, and it was Du Mingna's turn to teach the children enlightenment courses, familiarizing them with handicrafts...

 Time passed bit by bit.

 The day went by quickly.

 It was already evening in the blink of an eye.

 Du Mingna was eating the dinner prepared by Old John.

 Just halfway through, his expression changed slightly.

 Recruitment completed.

 This was the feedback the system had just given him.

 At the same time, he received a message from the recruited person, who was very eager and couldn't wait to talk to him immediately.

 This person was much more anxious than Oak before.

 After the system contacted Oak, it gently woke up Du Mingna.

 Half an hour had passed, and Oak could still wait leisurely, taking the opportunity to learn more about the contract details.

 But this person now? Du Mingna was very doubtful whether he knew what he was about to face.

 But since the other party was so proactive, Du Mingna hastened his eating speed.

 He finished in three or two bites.

 Old John looked at him frequently, showing a curious look.

 But Old John didn't ask, and Du Mingna didn't intend to explain.

 After finishing eating, he moved his chair slightly, leaned the back against the wall, then leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, and assumed a posture of resting with eyes closed.

 Contact the recruited person and enter the recruitment space! This was Du Mingna's second time here.

 And the person who appeared in front of him...

 Du Mingna's pupils contracted suddenly.

 The last time he saw Oak in the recruitment space, Oak already looked a bit disheveled.

 Later, Du Mingna learned that Oak had just been burned by the Par family's people in his shrubbery, and despite Oak's efforts to protect the shrubbery, he ultimately failed, resulting in burns all over his body, with most of his hair burned off, leaving only a trace of charred hair.

 The recruited person now looked like a homeless man, who had been hungry for a long time, so hungry that his eyes were turning red!

What's going on here?! When the man saw Du Mingna, he hurriedly shouted, "You're Du Mingna Hall? In Gray Rope Village? In charge of food? If so, sign the contract immediately, and I'll come find you for a meal!"