fantasy novels Chapter 306 Tribal Construction Begins
Chapter 306 Tribal Construction Begins
"For the next steps in garment and shoe making, all the steps will be broken down. You will only be responsible for drawing the lines and the crucial stitching."
"Leave the remaining cutting, punching, and sewing to the other villagers who know how to do it. You just need to watch them and correct their mistakes."
The craftsmen were taken aback.
Someone instinctively wanted to speak, but swallowed the words back.
"Yes, sir!"
The shoemaker who had followed from Stern immediately spoke up.
His eldest son also shouted excitedly.
"I will do whatever my late master desires!"
He initially doubted whether these new lords were truly good to them.
But the new house has already been built, so he has no reason to doubt it anymore!
A chorus of agreement arose from among the craftsmen.
"I'll do whatever you say, adults!"
"I'll give everything for you, adults!"
Among these craftsmen, many children from families were chosen as team leaders, while others became apprentices of Zian.
They have absolutely no reason to disagree!
Being chosen as a team leader is considered being a manager, let alone being chosen as an apprentice.
With a lord's apprentice in the family, what's a little skill?
With adults around, how could you not have food to eat?
After the first sound ended, another response followed.
"Yes."
"I'll listen to the adults."
This group was a step too late.
Although none of their children were the smartest, one of their kids did manage to become a squad leader.
"We will do whatever you instruct us to do."
Let the skills be shared, as long as the rewards from the adults are enough.
After the sound ended, a faint sound rang out again, as if the previous two sounds were echoing.
"Yes... sir..."
"I'll do whatever the adults say."
Li Mosi turned to look at Zi Mo.
"It's up to you now."
"Yes, Master."
Zi Mo nodded blankly when he saw that the group of craftsmen had agreed so easily.
Li Mosi paused for a few seconds.
Seeing that Zi Mo didn't ask about the specifics of how to set up the production line, it seemed that he already had some ideas.
He dismissed the craftsmen in front of him and ordered the adult male subjects, carpenters, stonemasons, house builders, grooms, coachmen, and others to separate from the other subjects.
"Put down what should be left! Load the bricks onto the truck!"
The people immediately did as instructed.
Once the items that needed to be left on the vehicle were unloaded, it was quickly filled with stone bricks.
He raised his hand and swung it forcefully.
"Set off!"
If we leave now, we can arrive late at night.
I'll sleep for four to six hours and then go straight to work.
As the order was given, the line of people crammed onto the dirt road began to slowly incline.
Crunch—
The fully loaded oxcart groaned as its wheels rolled over the hard, dry dirt road.
The people carried picks and shovels, trudging forward with uneven steps.
The group gradually moved away from Valos Manor.
Li Mosi walked ahead and looked back at the long queue.
We're finally going to start building the tribe.
……
In the dead of night, darkness enveloped the tribe nestled on the mountainside.
Snapped--
Crackling sound—
"call--"
"Hmm—"
Inside the large cave, a campfire was burning brightly, occasionally sending out sparks.
The prisoners' snores and the crackling of firewood blended together, creating a wonderfully soothing sound in the quiet night.
Klass couldn't sleep.
He stared blankly at the campfire, lost in thought.
Suddenly, the flames tilted.
A gentle breeze blew in from outside the cave, carrying a cool scent and a distinct chill.
Lasso instinctively shrank his shoulders.
The wind blew across his skin, which wasn't covered by fabric, and then crept into his clothes!
"Hiss~"
He gasped.
When I wake up tomorrow morning, there will only be about ten days left before winter arrives.
The night wind, unlike a few days ago, no longer retained the refreshing coolness of autumn; instead, it began to grow cold.
He couldn't sleep at the thought of the knee-deep snow in winter.
Lasso curled up, stretching his soft leather coat to cover as much skin as possible.
The originally soft leather jacket became stiff and hard after being repeatedly soaked and dried by sweat during labor, and the dust that adhered to it made it look like tree bark.
He glanced at the cave entrance.
Winter will arrive soon.
Will the adults really let these slaves survive the winter?
Why did they dig so many huge pits but haven't started construction yet?
Thinking of this, Lasso's mind uncontrollably drifted to the results of his labor over the past few days.
They have cut down a large section of the woods on the sunny western slope.
Those old trees, which were particularly suitable for building tall structures, were cut down and then split vertically in the middle.
The chopped timber was piled up on the slope, so much so that it was impossible to count it!
Outside the large cave were a bunch of pits that had already been dug.
Some of the pits were connected, while others were scattered. According to the adults' orders, they were all for building houses.
Even the tree trunks that they had cut in half.
How big of a house are they planning to build?
Is there still enough time left?
Aside from these, they had nothing else to do these past few days and couldn't wait for orders to proceed, so they simply used sharpened wooden stakes to create several enclosures around the northern part of the tribe.
They moved the chickens, geese, pigs, and sheep that the adults had brought back from the ditch to the pen to prevent them from pooping too much and upsetting the adults.
Anyway, the goblins were expressing their dissatisfaction with the smell of livestock dung in the air.
I don't know why goblins are so particular...
Lasso gripped the stiff leather jacket tightly.
After doing so much work, the adults probably won't abandon them in the winter, right?
If you're going to abandon someone, abandon that idiot Soth first.
Through the flickering firelight, Old One-Eyed stood in the shadows opposite Lasso.
It frowned, staring at the slave huddled up in a ball on the hay.
Why are you fidgeting around in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?
You're not planning to do anything bad, are you?
Peng——
"Gah!"
"Gurgle!"
Suddenly, a series of loud noises came from outside the cave.
That was the sound of a large flock of birds fleeing in fright!
Immediately following was the cracking sound of a dead branch being broken by foot.
The sound, mixed with the wind, traveled into the cave.
Old One-Eyed's ears instantly tensed up.
It grabbed the spear thrower beside it, turned and walked toward the cave entrance while turning its head back to look at the crooked hand.
The crooked hand, which had been dozing against the rock wall, also stood up straight. The two goblins exchanged a glance and nodded together.
They slowly reached the edge of the cave entrance, their eyes wide as they stared outside.
Upon seeing their movements, Lasso immediately braced himself with his hands on the ground and lifted his upper body slightly.
What happened?
Although I don't know why it snowed so late this year.
But since the snow fell a few days ago, many changes in the forest have matched his memory.
The wild animals in the forest began to become agitated as the cool night breeze blew.
Some wild animals are so eager that they start running around the forest aimlessly, trying to fatten themselves up before winter.
That's fine then.
Just a few days ago, several wild boars, from who-knows-where, stormed into the tribe!
He was almost eaten by a pig!
Fortunately, the goblins watching them work reacted quickly enough, throwing spears with their hooked sticks, which pierced the wild boar with a thousand holes, and no one was injured in the end.
But now... will it happen again?
Lasso held his breath nervously and listened carefully.
Click, click...
A series of small, continuous sounds rang out, sounding like ants fighting.
But this density... it's at least hundreds or thousands!
Doesn't it look like a wild animal?
It's not a wild animal!
This sounds more like the sound of a wooden wheel rolling over a hard dirt road.
more than.
Lasso immediately came to a conclusion.
The sound of countless feet stomping on the grass was also mixed in.
He quickly remembered something and paused for a moment.
This quantity...
Is it the group the adults led back?!
But he still felt that something was wrong.
Yes, the sounds are too dense!
The sound of wheels rolling continued incessantly, accompanied by a cacophony of footsteps.
It didn't sound like a group of several hundred people at all, and the sound of the carriages was much louder than the forty or fifty carriages the adults had taken with them when they left!