After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 948

They had a long way to go, but—in the long term, even if things were slow—it’d definitely be worth it. That was what Evelyn firmly believed.

Evelyn went around, going from table to table, in order to guide the kids in their assignments. Every table had similar exercises, and therefore similar levels.

Some were already doing addition to two-digit numbers, while some were still in the single digits. One of these tables comprised of the newly arrived aborigine kids. That was to say, the children that entered Alterra during and after the Heat Wave.

On one table, there was 10-year-old Fonfon and another 10-year-old Shishi. They were also pouring their hearts onto the confusing piece of paper, trying to decipher it.

However, their parents were clear: They had to work hard to be as good as others. So they were focused and didn’t dare show any impatience, which Evelyn appreciated.

They were the latest aborigine additions to the territory and were still very meek amongst the others.

For the basic classes, Alterra did not require the kids to have a residency. So, even if their adults were newcomers and did not have enough contribution points to even have temporary residencies, they could still attend certain classes in school.

However, because the manpower for the Education Department was limited, these easy-to-access classes were limited to children 12-years-old and below.

This had plenty of advantages to Alterra. One, they’d be raising the kids to their model from young (brainwashing was a strong word; they called it ’opening minds from young’). And second, it’d make the adults want to stay and work harder for Alterra even more.

Speaking of, their adults were very shocked about the school and asked a lot of people to confirm.

When they did, the families pretty much gave a lot of their wealth (they had a lot of copper from mobs saved up for months) to the school. The dean was honest though and only took the proper fees alone.

The little ones were naturally much more antsy. Little chubby Pongo was even lying on the wooden floor now (the elementary classes had low tables and they sat on cushions).

"Do we have to learn this, teacher?" They asked her, pouting cutely. She patted their heads.

"You don’t have to, but you would be poorer than others. Do you want to be poorer?"

"No!"

"Why?" they asked. "Why would we be poorer?"

"For example…," she paused to look at Pongo. "What is your favorite snack?"

"Strawberry Tart!" he said, gulping, and even drooling a little.

"Hmm, yummy, how much is a Strawberry Tart?"

"A palm-sized one with two bite-sized strawberries cost 20 copper!"

"What if… you only have 1 silver with you?"

The boy blinked, looking at her longingly. "I never held a silver before…"

"..."

"Anyway, what if you become a big boy and get your first silver? You worked very hard for that, and it’s all you have.

"Now you want to buy 2 tarts! Yum! How much would you get back from the seller after paying your silver?"

Pongo froze and the other children also stared at her before looking around. "The answer’s not on the ceiling, children.

"Hint, 1 silver is 100 copper."

Two digits made them dizzy, let alone three.

Pongo, dizzy, looked at her with teary eyes. Evelyn didn’t seem to feel pity so he had no choice but to guess. "...10 copper?"

Evelyn held back her smile and patted the boy’s curly head. "Then you just lost fifty copper."

"EH? Why?!" He reacted strongly as if he really lost it. The other kids also looked at her with apt attention.