After the Full Level of the Profession

The mayor’s suggestion made Robb’s eyes brighten and he couldn’t help laughing: “Oh, the townspeople are quite smart. Not long after I passed on the technology of tap water to you, they came up with this plan by analogy.”

The mayor smiled and said: "This is the blessing of the priest. It is you who taught the townspeople this trick. Everyone will think of this method."

Robb smiled and said: "The plan of focusing on building a large water tower is certainly possible, and it is a better plan than building a separate water tower for each household. However, you, the mayor, must also guard against one. The monk carries water to drink, two monks carry water to drink, and the three monks have no water to drink."

The mayor did not understand: "Ah? Why does the monk have no water to drink?"

Robb had no choice but to make it simple: "That is to say, the power of the collective is sometimes not as powerful as one person, because everyone wants to be lazy. In this case, a special group must be set up to pay them and be upheld by them. The huge water tower and the water supply problem for the whole town."

The mayor suddenly realized: "Yes, yes, there is indeed this problem."

Robb smiled and said: "And who will pay the group's remuneration? Which one uses more water, which one uses less, and it is unclear, who should pay how much? Still unclear."

Mayor: "..."

Robb knows that it is impossible to make a water meter in this era, and it is impossible to use magic. Therefore, the plan mentioned by the mayor cannot be completed by raising funds. In the end, it must be ridiculous.

He reached out his hand and tapped on the stone table with a smile, and said with a smile: "Well, I will pay for the construction cost of the giant water tower alone, and I will hire the person who manages the water tower. . And the residents who use the tap water provided by the huge water tower should pay me the corresponding salary every month. Pay more for the more water, and the less for the less. As for who uses the more and the less, let They report the numbers by themselves. Anyway, the God of Light is watching them in the sky. I see if they dare to fool the God of Light."

Hearing this, the mayor couldn't help but moved slightly, and suddenly realized that Father Robert's trick was a bit like doing business. If this business is done well, it might be quite profitable.

Robb smiled and said, "Mr. Mayor, I see your expression, you seem to be very interested?"

The mayor chuckled and said, "I do have a little interest."

"Then I won't take the lead in doing this, you can do it." Robb smiled and said, "I don't bother to do such a troublesome thing."

The mayor’s heart was overjoyed. Father Robert taught me a profitable business. Hahaha, that’s great. When I go back, I will quickly ask the workers to build a giant water tower. In the future, let the servants of the family manage the water towers. Months collected money from the townspeople.

The mayor is gone, and with a dream of getting rich.

Robb felt very interesting looking at his back. It is estimated that it will not be long before the "Westwind Waterworks" will be launched. However, there is no water meter in this era. Brother mayor, you will lose money when you do this business. There will always be some townspeople who like to be petty and cheap. If you use a ton of water, they will tell you that you only use a bucket. Fa, like me, moved out of the God of Light to bluff them so that they would not dare to lie.

But forget it, Robber has nothing to do with whether the mayor loses money or not.

He withdrew his reverie, and his eyes followed. He saw Lilian wearing white silk standing on the Tiankan next to him, her long and straight legs stretched by stockings blinding Robb's eyes, but she looked at the turned fields. But frowned cute brows.

Robb waved his hand to Lilian: "Lilian, what are you doing there frowning?"

Lilian said: "It's already August, I think it's almost time to plant autumn potatoes, but...but the socks the master gave me are white, so it is not convenient to work in the field..."

Robb smiled and said, "Then don't work! I just need this field to be empty. When the adventurer trio brings the beets back, we will use this field to grow beets. Now you plant one. The pile of potatoes will go down and I have to dig out when I want to grow beets."

"But, if I don't do something, I always feel so lazy." Lilian thought for a while: "Okay, then I will weave some spider silk cloth. The dwarf merchant said that he would buy a lot of this next time he comes. Kind of silk stockings, but we haven’t made a few of them yet.”

There are four human-faced man-eating spiders in Robb’s family. The speed of spitting spider silk is actually quite fast. As long as they eat enough, they can continuously produce spider silk in their stomachs. However, Robb’s family only has Lilian. A maid, she is responsible for both weaving and sewing the cloth into stockings. It's actually quite hard to do this alone.

Therefore, the first batch of silk stockings was produced very rarely, only eight pairs, and they were all bought by itinerant merchants just now.

Seeing the eight shining gold coins, Lilian felt that she should work harder and make more socks to sell for money to subsidize the family.

Robb smiled and said, "How many silk stockings can you make after all your life? As far as I know, there are too many spider silks, right? You can't knit them at all."

Lilian said embarrassingly: "Yes, I am not capable enough. If the master doesn't give me the thing called ‘pull float’, my weaving speed can’t keep up with the spider’s spinning speed."

"It's a Buff, not a float!" Robb said, "I can't buff you every time I see you weaving. Some things, after all, you have to rely on your hands instead of magic. Forget it, don't worry about it. Now, go to the town and ask if the women who are at home are interested in weaving and sewing stockings for me. I will pay them as wages. You are responsible for instructing them on how to make stockings! Bo bought a new maid for our family, so there is no need to ask people outside to do it."

Lilian took the order, and it didn't take long before she brought back four women.

These women all know Robb, and Robb knows them too, all of whom have come to confess to himself.

They saluted Robb and said Ann, then followed Lilian into the room where the spiders were raised, and started to work in it.

This time, the speed of weaving greatly increased. It was no longer that Lilian couldn't keep up with the speed of the spider's spinning, but the speed of the spider's spinning could not keep up with the speed of the women's weaving.

Robb estimated that the productivity of this kind of stockings should be the limit here. The silk spit by the four spiders is ultimately limited, and it can only be supplied in small quantities in the future.

Unexpectedly, that night, one of the human wheatgrass spiders actually lay eggs, and, if it didn’t give birth, it would have hundreds of eggs in its lifetime. The densely packed spider eggs in the spider house were scared to go to work the next day. The women screamed.