I led the Goblin Culture to victory.

Chapter 180 Compassion

Was he an assistant for a long time?

That's usable, though.

Li Mosi nodded.

"Okay, let's go check out the two empty ones first."

Although the cart maker and the coachman left, it was just that the house was empty, not that the building was empty.

Just as he expected, there were still quite a few things left in the two rooms.

The group searched briefly.

Aside from the relatively insignificant firewood, furniture, and the grain that the two families couldn't take with them when they left, there were still quite a few good things.

For example, at the wheelwright's house, there was an enormous frame saw, some pre-processed wood, and even some unfinished flatbed carts and parts such as wheels and rims that hadn't been assembled yet.

These are all very valuable.

His family even had a small forge, which could be used to make iron things as long as the bellows were set up.

Although the stableman's house was far from the stable, he still had a lot of horse-related supplies.

Several worn-out bridles, a straw stalk, and even some horse feed and hay piled up there for some unknown reason.

Could this groom have been taken from the stable?

The little hands looked a bit dirty.

After visiting the families along Nandalu Road, the group returned to the intersection.

They headed towards the last remaining section of East Road.

"Sir, the people on the East Road are also farmers, just like those on the West Road."

Upon hearing his brief introduction, the saintess looked up at Li Mosi.

"Craftsman, I'm tired. Why don't we go check on the stable assistant's family?"

She really couldn't walk anymore.

The dirt road was covered with footprints, and she walked with uneven steps, feeling that it was even more difficult to walk than in the forest!

Farol stopped and turned to look at Li Moss.

Li Mosi glanced at Haji Saint, then looked at Zi Yi and Zi An.

If it's just that Haki is tired, then he doesn't care.

Even if it's dragging on, we have to finish it.

But judging from what just happened, both disciples seem quite tired.

He doesn't have KPIs; at this point in class, he just sees whether his two disciples are willing to listen.

Zi'an remained silent, seemingly hesitant.

"No, no, no."

Despite feeling exhausted, Zi Yi shook his head vigorously.

"It would be better to take a look at each one."

From the moment he saw the families of soldiers and servants at the beginning, he understood that there were differences between families that could be summarized in just a few words.

There were families like the little boy following behind them, where only one person remained and there was almost no food, as well as families with children who were barely able to get through the winter.

They are like two bean sprouts in a field. Although they are both beans, they differ in height and color (yellow or green).

"call--"

Upon hearing Ziyi's answer, Zian nodded.

"Let's take a look at both."

well.

Li Mosi nodded: "Then let's continue looking at them one by one."

What's so interesting about this?

The saint did not understand.

Could a family be any more miserable?

However, she knew she wouldn't be able to rest early, so she could only pout and continue on her way.

In fact, they are quite similar.

Families with a tradition of inheritance tend to accumulate wealth and are more stable.

Families without a lineage can only rely on luck.

Those who are lucky should be able to survive this winter, while those who are unlucky will be in great danger.

After visiting house after house, as they were leaving again, Farol pointed to the next mud house.

"Sir, this is the home of the stable assistant I was talking about."

This mud house was noticeably more dilapidated than the others; even the wooden frame woven from tree branches in the walls had large chunks missing in several places. .

It seems its owner is no longer able to repair it.

This is strange.

However, the group no longer had the energy to express their emotions.

Li Mosi nodded.

"Take a look."

The group walked to the next mud house, and Farol knocked on the door as usual.

clap clap-

"I am Farol, the new lord, and I am inspecting the territory."

"yes!"

A hoarse male voice came from inside the house.

Ga.

Footsteps approached, and the wooden door was opened.

A middle-aged man with gray hair limped out from behind the door. He had a smile on his face and looked to be in good spirits.

He knelt down as soon as he stepped out the door.

"Greetings, Lord; greetings, Priest."

"Stand up."

Li Mosi was also feeling a bit numb.

"We want to come inside your house and take a look."

"Yes, sir."

The man got up and limped back into the house.

The group entered the earthen house.

Besides the men, there was only one girl in the room, who was heavily pregnant and holding a baby in her arms.

The girl looked to be under fifteen years old, but her belly looked like she was seven or eight months pregnant.

She tried to kneel down, but Zi'an helped her up.

"Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir."

The girl was a little flustered and could only keep repeating her thanks.

Pregnant women don't need to kneel.

Li Mosi waved her hand and looked at the middle-aged man.

"What is your relationship with her?"

"My lord, she is my child's wife. She is holding my child."

The middle-aged man spoke up in response.

"I used to be a soldier, and my child was a soldier too. But my child left with Lord Varos, and she used to be a slave with no relatives. Now she can't work, so I'm taking care of her."

Li Mosi then asked.

"Did you work as an assistant in the stables?"

"Yes, sir."

Li Mosi then asked.

"Did you work as an assistant in the stables?"

"Yes, sir."

Hearing this question, the middle-aged man perked up a bit.

"After I broke my leg, the butler assigned me to be a stable assistant, and I've been doing that for over ten years."

"I know exactly what condition a horse needs to be in to fight. I can tell at a glance which horse's ear is tilted and it's about to kick!"

But this only determines the state.

What Li Moss needs is someone who can raise horses and keep them healthy.

However, we can't expect that now.

After all, the coachman would definitely keep some of his family's traditional skills hidden away.

He asked directly, "Can you be a groom?"

"Ah? My lord, I can't do that."

The middle-aged man shook his head repeatedly.

"Although I've seen the groom do many things, he never taught me, and there are many things I don't understand."

It seems that a qualified, fully-trained groom can only be found in Baron Stern's territory.

Li Mosi didn't want to waste words with him.

"I'll call you when I need you, and then you can see if you can solve the problem."

As he spoke, his gaze swept across the room.

Although the furniture, livestock, and daily necessities were old, they were not much different from those of other farmers.

There was only one bag of wheat.

This bag wasn't even full.

Zi'an couldn't help but ask, "With so little wheat, how are you going to survive the winter? Why are you still laughing?"

The middle-aged man's smile remained unchanged.

"My lord, thank you for your kindness. I am already very grateful to have lived this long."

"I should have died when I broke my leg. It was the butler who gave me a job that allowed me to continue living."

"My wife died in childbirth, and it was because my son and I were both soldiers that we were exempted from the death tax and burial tax."

"My child is at least alive, and my grandson is about to be born. I am already very content."

His smile was neither polite nor feigned.

He genuinely believed there was hope for the future.

It was as if what was about to happen was not the baby in the woman's womb, but his own new birth.

After asking a few simple questions and giving orders to the family, the group came out of the earthen house.

They then looked at all the houses.

By this time, half of the morning had passed.

The families who were not seen by them had already learned of what was about to happen through the dissuasion of their clansmen.

This made their progress much smoother.

But in the end, only silence remained within the team.

As the crossroads came into view again, Li Mosi looked at Zi Yi and Zi An, who had been silent for a long time.

"Ziyi, Zian, what are your thoughts now?"

"Um."

Zi'an nodded blankly, his meaning unclear.

What does "um" mean?

Zi Yi looked up at Zi An and answered.

"Master, I think... we should help them."