forest kingdom

Chapter 205 Brute Force and Brain Power

Because of haircuts, some women in the manor had their hair cut short like men, or even bald.

Rough haircut techniques make some people's heads and temperaments look a bit fierce and weird.

Lawrence himself was used to seeing it and was not aware of other people's opinions.

Of course there were not thirty men in the manor, and there were also three or forty-year-old Pumi nuns mixed in the team.

Just like Emma, ​​who can take up arms to fight, and Bull, who can assassinate the mayor in order to survive, there are many unknowns among barbarian women.

After returning to the manor, Lawrence said happily: "Everyone who goes to work today will be credited. You don't have to wait for the weekend. After dinner in the evening, go to the gate of the manor near the river. Each of you will be given a glass of wine and a cooked egg."

Everyone cheered happily, and quickly sent the Dom sheep back to the sheepfold, and then returned to the house to rest and wait for dinner.

Lawrence also went back to the house to rest. This time, the few witches who were preparing for a sneak attack were not used, but this was good.

The new slaves were placed in Friesen's care, and Lawrence was not at ease with these slaves.

Western slaves have always been honest, but slaves exchanged from the South have never been very honest.

Like the slave girl Andrew brought back from the south and ran away before, and Taloki who never returned.

At present, the manor is short of labor. The new slaves are thin and weak. It is difficult to chop wood and even carry ore.

"Emma, ​​have you told the people in the town about what happened?"

Emma lowered her head apologetically, "I told you, those people have no intention of coming here for the time being. Now they have many fields and vegetable fields to use, and they can also collect wild vegetables and fruits. The livestock at home are also in good condition."

"Someone said before that they would give you everything at home when they come up. After they remembered this, they refused to come up."

Lawrence squinted his eyes to think of a solution, and soon came up with an idea.

"If you don't come, don't come. We don't have much shortage of people here now. You go down again tomorrow and teach them how to make playing cards this time. From now on, you can exchange each deck of cards with me for two kilograms of potatoes."

Emma said very honestly: "I think most of them won't do this kind of thing. They might exchange things with those merchants themselves."

"They won't," Lawrence affirmed.

"Why?" Emma looked at Lawrence in confusion.

Lawrence's expression was serious, "Because I am the lord here, prophet, and I will not allow it."

"If they insist on doing that, I will take people down and expel them from Phumexiu Town!"

Emma didn't know what to say and remained silent.

Lawrence explained: "This is for their own good. Without my protection, what they are waiting for is not businessmen, but robbers!"

Emma understood and agreed: "Yes, Master, I will tell them these things carefully. If they still refuse to obey, we will teach them a lesson!"

Women who have experienced the Evernight Food Crisis can see each other more or less clearly. Several of Emma's close friends have already gone up the mountain, and now those people down the mountain are strangers.

If you are always on the opposite side, you are the enemy!

Lawrence quickly stood up and said: "It's almost time for the wheat to mature. Take out the stone mill and clean it thoroughly today. We will keep using this in the next few days."

"Yes, Master."

Emma quickly went to clean the stone mill.

Lawrence had made a home version of a stone mill before, and it happened to be ready this time last year.

The summer wheat is almost ripe. The wheat on the mountain and down the mountain have been making final efforts in the past few days, and various measures must be taken in advance in the manor.

In addition to sickles for cutting wheat, a variety of agricultural tools are also made.Flails, pitchforks, rakes, pitchforks, shovels, plows, four-wheelers, fertilizer carts, weeding pliers, sickles, and the like.

Except for the car, everything else is very well made.

Because of this, the construction of the blacksmith shop cannot be delayed. After a while, more iron farm tools will be needed for farming and logging.

At this time, Delen came downstairs to look for food. When Lawrence saw this, he remembered what Delen could do.

"Dren, have you seen my stone mill?"

"No, what is that?" Delen didn't understand.

Lawrence stood up and said, "I'll take you to see it. It's a stone tool for grinding wheat. You can see how it's made and we'll make another one tomorrow."

Delen looked at Lawrence, "Aren't you going to clean up the trees tomorrow?"

"Not for now. You should rest for a while after the stone grinding." Lawrence has been using Delen for two or three months, and feels that he needs to let Delen rest for a while.

Delen said simply: "Okay."

Lawrence turned around and took Delen to the warehouse to see the stone mill. Delen, who was walking behind Lawrence, said, "I just have some free time. I will be your sparring partner tomorrow to help you exercise."

Lawrence turned his back to Delenn.

"It's not necessary at the moment." Lawrence said calmly: "I have been busy with a lot of things recently. As a prophet, I should use my brain more and stay calm at all times."

Delen nodded, "That's right."

Lawrence entered the warehouse, looked at Emma who was cleaning the stone mill, and quickly went to help.

Lawrence was not happy to accept Delenn's kindness.

When the fight started and she didn't listen to him when he called to stop, wouldn't he be the one who got beaten?
That was not a discussion at all, it was a one-sided beating. Lawrence didn't believe that hardship was a blessing, let alone that beatings could make you stronger.

Every time he is beaten, it is a physical test, just like a stone hitting a stone. Even if nothing happened at the time, when he gets a little older, he will be covered with hidden wounds.

Originally, witches had a longer lifespan than ordinary people. Lawrence didn't want to fight and kill every day, let alone become a short-lived berserker. Now he just wanted to stay healthy, stay healthy, stay healthy.

Delen's attention quickly focused on the stone mill. He stretched out his hand to separate the two stone mills, placed the upper stone mill on the ground and touched the marks on it.

"Who made this thing?" Delen was a little curious.

"Of course I did it," Lawrence said.

Delen praised: "What an amazing idea. It turns out that this is how flour is pressed."

Emma looked at the two stone mills on the ground and remembered what happened last year, "Last year we all threshed the wheat ourselves. It took a long time to beat the wheat with stones to get a bowl of flour."

"Since I got the master's stone mill, flour making has become easier. One person can grind a bag of flour."

Lawrence was very happy after being praised, "What is this? After our blacksmith's shop is built, I can make iron axes. With the iron axes, I can make wheel axles. Then I will make a water-powered mill! It can be easily polished every day. More than a dozen baskets of wheat!”

Delen said with emotion: "It turns out that grinding noodles is so easy, I thought I had to use my own hands..."

Delen clenched his palm and moved his thumb and index finger, "Crush the wheat like this."

If it is a family of three, Delen's brute force seems to be more efficient.

As expected, it is wrong to produce and sell one's own goods and to be self-sufficient and hinders the progress of productivity.

(End of this chapter)