Tyranny Of Steel Nov Chapter 56: An Entertaining Lecture

Chapter 56: An Entertaining Lecture

Berengar was currently in a makeshift classroom temporarily located in the local tavern of the town square. He was currently writing the alphabet down on a blackboard he had created with a piece of chalk. As he went over the sound every letter made and how to read and write them, he gazed upon his class of laborers who had gathered to begin the process of basic education.

With the 40 hour workweek in session, there was a healthy amount of spare ti for many of the laborers of his factories; because of this, Berengar had offered free drinks and als to whoever was willing to co and learn from him and his staff for a couple of hours each day after work. It had caught on pretty quickly as people could drink light beer, enjoy a nice al, and educate themselves with brief breaks for socializing in between. Workers, supervisors, and foren all gathered in the town square as if it were a festive occasion.

Berengar had always found that an entertaining approach to education was far easier to learn from than a boring monotone instructor who sucked all the life out of the information. As such, he made gas of learning and gave small prizes like an extra drink or dish to whoever could win his contests. It seed to be working as the common people were quickly catching on to elentary-level language, mathematics, and science. This was a temporary solution; of course, he intended to build genuine halls of education, and one day even universities. For now, while those things were being constructed and organized, Berengar, Linde, and Adela were teaching the common population rudintary knowledge in their spare ti. No matter how busy they were, Adela would teach the children from 10 am - 12 pm, Linde would teach the won from 12 pm - 3 pm, and Berengar would teach the n from 5 pm - 7 pm.

Berengar was still on the quest to find educated people who had the ability to teach others, but that was a difficult task considering the educated population was primarily from either the nobility, or the priesthood, neither of which were exactly fond of the idea of teaching commoners how to read, write, and do basic arithtic. Let alone learn the concept of Science in which Berengar had begun teaching, which was basically outright heresy in the eyes of the Church.

Berengar was currently teaching a basic sentence on the blackboard and see which of the n in his class could read it. He scribbled down the German characters for the phrase "A fair day's wage for a fair day's work" This was one of the many concepts he was trying to instill in the working man and nobility alike. He truly believed people should be paid the worth of their labor. After writing down the sentence, he looked upon the crowd and gave them another contest.

"Whoever can raise their hand first and read the sentence correctly will get another pint!"

The n all quickly got to work looking over their alphabet sheets and deciphering the sentence. Eventually, a thin young man covered in soot from the furnaces raised his hand before anyone else, and once called upon, answered the question correctly.

Berengar called out to one of the won working in the tavern

"Bar wench, get this man a pint of beer!"

soon enough, an attractive young girl ca over and poured the man a pint of beer in which he was happy to accept and quickly drank from the mug. Afterward, Berengar asked a question to the class to see if they understood what the phrase ant.

"Now, this sentence is fairly important to every one of you. I believe that a man should be paid an appropriate amount to the worth his labor."

Beregar began to stride around the tavern, picked up a liter of beer, and began to drink from it as he continued his lecture of economic philosophy during a rudintary language lesson.

"As n under my employnt, you are afforded paynt for your labor. I also believe that the harder a man works, and the better results he gets, the more he should be paid."

After saying so, he pointed at a man in the crowd and asked him a question in front of everyone.

"You, sir, what is your na, and many hours a week do you work if you don't mind

asking?"

The man looked around before noticing he was called upon and answered respectfully to Berengar.

"I am known as Reingard, and I work fifty hours a week milord!"

Berengar then quickly pointed to another man and asked him the sa question.

"And you? What is your na, and how many hours do you work a week?"

The man cleared his throat before speaking in an embarrassed tone

" I am Bruno, and I work Forty, milord..."

Berengar noticed the anxious expression on the man's face and smiled gently as he comforted the man for his choices.

"There is nothing wrong with working forty hours a week. In fact, it gives you plenty of ti to spend with your family or following your passions. Both are important factors to the quality of a man's work, and society as a whole."

After saying this, the man began to smile confidently, even after Berengar said the next piece of his impassioned speech.

"However, because Reingard works ten hours a week more than you do, he is paid more than you and is more likely to be considered for a raise or a promotion in the future. We all make choices in life; we all have our own priorities. It is up to you to choose the course that would make you most happy."

Each man in the room carefully contemplated Berengar's words of wisdom as if they were a creed to live by. Ultimately Berngar concluded his lecture with a bit of humor.

"If you do manage to find the perfect balance in life, please let

know how you managed it, as I am dreadfully lacking in balancing my affairs at the mont..."

With this being said, the slightly inebriated crowd of workers began to laugh at Berengar's self-deprecating sense of humor. They could not imagine a man such as Berengar lacking a balanced life; the young man perfectly scheduled every mont of his ti and was teaching them because of this. After the workingn made a few good-natured jabs, Berengar began to chuckle and ended his class for the day.

"Alright guys, get out of here and go back to your families, we all need to be up for work tomorrow morning, and missing sleep is detrintal to your health."

After saying this, every man in the class ca up to thank Berengar for the free lecture, booze, and feed. After a while, they all managed to return ho, and Berengar had done the sa. He still had much work to do on this night before he could get to sleep. His humorous statent was not a joke; now that he held near-absolute authority in the Barony, he was swamped with work and could barely manage the ti to check in on his family, who was currently grieving over Lambert's cri and sentence. Though the boy had lived, he would never return as a mber of their family. Berengar did not have ti to worry about such things. Tomorrow the Inquisition would arrive, and he would have to entertain the emissaries of the church. Hopefully, he could resolve this issue peacefully now that Lambert had been dealt with.