I am reborn as a lord in Rome

The day after he moved into his new home at the foot of Mount Bigg, Woolley received a generous gift from the temple that he was given the right to sign a contract in the name of the god Amun.

At the same time that Pompeidon handed over the silver medal representing the qualification to sign the deed, under the high-profile publicity of the temple, the streets of Seneca City had already spread the news, both nobles and commoners were discussing and speculating, and slowly, even the slaves joined the discussion and guessing.

Before half a day had passed, Woolley had become a household name, and outside his new home, which he had just named the White Rock Building because the main body of the building was white, there were many more people who came to satisfy their curiosity.

"This Mikoyan is really imaginative. Woolley, who was sitting on the front steps of the stone building, said to Caesar, who was squatting beside him and holding his cheeks.

Caesar nodded hurriedly, and although he did not know who Mikoyan was or what imagination was all about, he knew that when his master spoke to him, he should listen carefully and make gestures, such as nodding.

Standing not far from the door, Nepton frowned, uneasy by the people outside the door and some unbridled discussions, and soon he walked back to Woolley's side, and suggested in a low voice, "Master, old Nepton suggests that you make the wall a little higher, and the door panel should be thicker, and it is better to replace the gate with a large ......

." "Well done, Nepton. Woolley said with a smile, " Your suggestion is good, but you don't have to pay attention to the people outside the door, for they will all leave before dark, and now you had better take a good look at my house, see where it needs to be strengthened or heightened, and tell me that you don't even have to think about keeping it as it is, as long as it is as strong as a small fortress when the final renovation is done, and I need such a home, because in the future I may have many enemies, and if my walls are low, they will easily jump in. "

Are you serious, my master, and if so, I will perfect the fortress for you with the tightness of it." Nepton said.

"I'm serious. Woolley nodded, "Nepton, in fact, I know from the layout of Grindor's Garden early on that you are a great expert, everything you are proficient in is something I am willing to learn, after you have perfected the White Rock Building, I hope you can be my teacher, please don't doubt my sincerity."

There was a hint of emotion and surprise in Nepton's eyes, and then he nodded very seriously, turned around and walked away quickly.

"Sixty years old, still full of muscle bumps, but he can still be dexterous, really good. After Wu Lai sighed, he glanced sideways at Caesar, who was still holding his cheeks in a daze, and shook his head with a wry smile, "Say you look like Zhang Fei, you don't have a beard, say you look like Lu Bu, you look too stupid, alas, I don't know how to describe you."

Caesar nodded subconsciously, and suddenly asked shyly, "Master, how long is it until lunch?"

Woolley sighed and kicked Caesar lightly on the calf.

That night, after discussing the plan to repair the house with Nepton, Woolley counted his house again by candlelight, in addition to the white stone building and the food stock he had purchased, and some household necessities, he still had twenty-two gold coins and two hundred and sixty-one silver coins on hand, and after removing the almost 1,200 silver coins needed for the repair, there was really not much money left.

Where do I start?" Woolley frowned in the candlelight, and after a long time, his brow slowly unfolded, and his eyes showed joy and determination, and then, he quickly spread out a piece of parchment, and took out a mutton fat graphite pen to sketch on it.

Two days later, in the early morning, when the first carriage carrying large stones for repairs to the White Rock Tower appeared at the door, Woolley called the coachman to him: "Excuse me, can you find me a stone that is more than ten cubits long and wide high, the kind with a very tight texture?"

the coachman thought for a moment and nodded slightly.

"Make an offer. Woolley's face was full of smiles.

In the evening, after making dinner and counting the stones in the courtyard, Nepton had just walked to the door of the inner house, and Woolley smiled and handed him a piece of parchment with some patterns drawn on it.

"Nepton, can you use your stonemason skills to turn a few large stones into these objects on them? Woolley asked.

Nepton looked at it seriously for a while, and nodded affirmatively: "Master, with the right tools and tightly textured stones, I can make the real thing exactly like the pattern, but I want to ask, what are they?" "

Unfortunately, there are no names for them in the ready-made vocabulary of this world, so I can't tell you. Woolley smiled wryly and shook his head.

"Oh, it turned out to be the master's ingenuity, and it is good, master, that you have undoubtedly inherited the virtue of Simon's master—to be good at thinking. Nepton said.

Woolley was stunned, what ingenuity is it, it is just a calculation based on memory, how can it be linked to the inheritance or something?

Neptune did not notice Woolley's expression, but continued to immerse himself in the parchment drawing, not only because of the shape of the pattern: "Master, this drawing method of yours is very magical, let me see it at a glance, may I ask, what is the purpose of this straight hole that crosses?"

"I wear it for a connecting shaft. Woolley didn't expect that the perspective drawing technique, which he had only learned a little roughly, could be called "magical", and at the same time, he felt the lack of vocabulary in the world - he had to rack his brain to piece together the existing vocabulary to barely answer Nepton's question.

"And these?" Niepton pointed to a few patterns in the corners of the parchment, "I think it looks a lot like a boat's oar, look at the notation here, is it made of wood

?" "Yes, I remember you did a good job of carpentry, did you?" Woolley asked rhetorically.

"Of course, my master. Nepton smiled, pride written all over his face.

"Great, it's a waste for you to stay at Grindor Manor, trust me, Nepton, it won't be long before you can set you free with your excellent work, you know what I mean. Woolley said with a smile.

"Really, master?" said Nepton, shuddering in surprise, and nearly dropped the parchment in his hand to the ground.

"I'm very serious. Woolley nodded his nose, "Although I am not yet thirteen years old, I am no less cautious about my promises than an old nobleman.

After examining Woolley very carefully for a moment, Neptune nodded vigorously: "My master, please forgive me for the skeptical gaze just now, but it is not to doubt your promise, but I want to know how there can be such a firm generosity and courage in your young body......

" "Shut up, old Nepton, don't let me hear the sycophancy you learned from the bard, I hate this kind of posturing. Woolley half-jokingly said, reaching out to Caesar, who was struggling to carry the stones, "Dinner." "

Yes, master, but the bread for lunch is a little rough, is it because old Nepton's craftsmanship is not good enough?" asked Caesar with a grim face.

"No, that's because you didn't scoop the wheat into the finest powder. Woolley replied.

"I've used my best strength. Caesar said hurriedly.

"I'm sure of that, otherwise how could the pestle of the wheat be broken?, thanks to you, we can all taste the sawdust for today's dinner......" Woolley sighed and walked to the restaurant first.

Within two days, there were thirty more slaves in the White Rock Building, and according to Nepton's plan, these slaves hired from other estates would stay in the White Stone Building for about forty days, during which time these slaves, who knew a little bit of stonemasonry and plastering work, would be under his command to make the White Stone Building as strong as Woolley had hoped. Safety, the slaves who come here will also be paid ten to fifteen silver coins according to their work performance, of course, it will not be them who will take the payment in the end, but their masters, but this does not mean that they have no gain, Woolley has already explained to Nepton, and the daily bread and salt powder are paid to these slaves according to the general employment standard, that is, at least for these twenty days, these slaves can eat every meal.

While Nepton was busy assigning tasks to the minions, Woolley wandered out of the door and headed for the temple.

When Woolley appeared at the temple gate, Pompeii greeted a nobleman from within, and the two smiled at the same time.

"Priest Pompeii, it's been a long time, and I miss it so much. Woolley said.

"Woolledrindo, I feel the same way, besides, you seem to have grown a little taller. Pompeii said.

"These pickled venisons are said to have been sold from the city of Assyria, and there are more than 20 kinds of pickled spices alone, and the priests of Pompeii have been asked to accept them. Woolley handed the small package in his right hand to Pompey, and seeing that he was a little hesitant, he raised the small package of the same size in his left hand, "I have prepared two copies, this one is for High Priest Mikoyan, is he busy now?"

"Your Excellency High Priest is in the prayer room, come with me." Pompey smiled and took the cured venison.

I don't know if it was because of the effect of pickled venison or if Mikoyan wanted to see Woolly, so Woolley had just sat in the small reception room of the temple for a moment when Pompey walked in and informed him that he could go to Mikoyan's high priest's room.

As soon as Woolley entered the high priest's room, Mikoyan, who was sitting on a chair, stretched out his right arm to him: "Woolley, come here, come to me."

Wu Lai hurriedly walked over and saluted respectfully, hesitated slightly, sat down on the low stool in front of Mikoyan's feet, and put on a harmless smile on his face: "Your Excellency High Priest Mikoyan, I have come today to listen to your teachings. "

Teachings?" said Mikoyan, smiling, "I thought God had summoned you to my side.

"And it is. Woolley smiled and said, "But before I do that, I would like to ask His Excellency the High Priest a few small questions. "

Just ask. Mikoyan patted Woolley's head on the top and said with a smile.

Woolley nodded: "My first question is, if I make a thing that can increase the speed of scooping wheat to tens or even hundreds of times, can I use it to make money for other people's flour?"

"Yes, Your Excellency High Priest, in most of the manors, one to several strong slaves will be arranged to scoop flour, under normal circumstances, a slave who is familiar with the work of scooping can only scoop out two or three hundredths of flour in a whole day, and the quality of the flour is not very guaranteed, this thing I am about to make can scoop out at least three hundred hundreds of flour in the same time, and the high quality of the flour is absolutely guaranteed. Woolley replied.

Mikoyan's heartbeat suddenly quickened: "Please continue."

"It can't go any further. Woolley showed a childish cunning, "Your Excellency, High Priest, you haven't answered my question yet.

Mikoyan was stunned again, then shook his head with a wry smile, and said: "Cunning little Woolley, you already know the answer yourself, let's put it bluntly, what do you need the temple to provide you?"

Your Excellency the High Priest, you should know, not to mention Seneca City, the whole of Assyria and even this world, there has never been such a thing, whoever owns it is equivalent to having an inexhaustible treasure house, of course, the premise is to be able to hold it firmly in your hands, not to let others touch and possess it, I call this method 'monopoly', I wonder if Your Excellency the High Priest agrees?"

Mikoyan nodded.

Woolley then continued: "As soon as this thing comes out, it will inevitably arouse the interest of the Senate, the Council of Nobles, the First Citizen, and the Archon of the City-State, but firstly, I, Woolley, have never crossed paths with them, nor have I ever received their help, and second, the first time this thing was created was due to an unintentional flash of thought, and it felt like a god was enlightening, so I came to you."

"Well, any great creation comes from God's revelation, and I think that includes the thing you mentioned. "Well, then, little Woolley, I can interpret what you just said to mean that you are willing to donate this item to the temple for free as a token of gratitude to the gods, right?"

Woolley shook his head, "That's not what I thought. "