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Simon looked at the armor on his body. There were three black marks on the left side of his chest and left waist, which were where the small fireball hit.

At that time, except for being knocked off the horse, he did not suffer any other injuries.

He grinned and thought to himself: "This money is worth spending. Knight plate armor is still safe.

But I have to be careful in the future. Wearing this thing and riding a high-quality warhorse, everyone knows that I am the boss..."

Easy to be focused.

"Aile, you watch here first. I'm back. The matter of exterminating the kobolds and gnolls has to be considered in the long run.

The wounded soldiers will come back with me for treatment. Tie up the kobolds tightly and you can sell them for some money."

Simon thought for a while and said.

He realized that these orcs were not so easy to eliminate. Marquis Val only drove away the most powerful orcs.

The remaining orc races, such as dog-headed men, gnolls, goat men, etc., are hiding in corners, forests, and mountains, and are not easy to deal with.

I am afraid that this hidden danger cannot be solved in three to five years, or even ten to eight years. This is a protracted war.

"Yes! My lord, I will guard the forest!" Ai Lei saluted and promised.

"You don't have to stay here all the time. Wait until the orcs stop harassing. Let two guards lead a mixed team of infantry to guard here."

Simon patted his shoulder and said.

"Yes!" Ai Lei responded readily.

Simon led people out of the small camp and returned to his nest.

This battle was not clear and mixed. The wizard among the dog-headed men was insidious enough and almost capsized in the ditch.

"Wines, ask someone to prepare a bucket of hot water. I want to take a bath."

He walked into his bedroom and shouted. It was actually still early in the day, not even noon.

"Well, I got it. How's it going? Did the gnolls run away?"

Winness's room was next door. She heard the shouting, put down her books, walked over, and asked with a faint smile.

"They ran away, but I was attacked by an old dog head. It can actually shoot fireballs.

Do you know how to use fireballs? I don't think I've ever seen you use it." Simon smiled.

"Huh? Fireball? Are there wizards among the dog heads?" Winness looked at his armor, frowned slightly, and said with some concern.

"Yeah, it's too insidious. That thing may not be half as tall as me, but the small fireballs it shoots are very powerful.

You know, it knocked me off my horse in one go..." Simon recounted his heroic deeds with a beaming face.

"Too dangerous! Simon, sir, in the future, you should let your knights charge.

Why do you have to risk your life? You are the only child of the Hollen family.

Now my stomach is still not moving. If something happens, this family will be broken up.

As for the fireball spell, I really don't know it, but I know the spark spell..."

Wines frowned slightly, about to cry, and finally said stubbornly.

"Uh...you are right, I know." Simon knew that she was also concerned about him, so he smiled and responded.

"Okay, come and help me take off my armor, and then arrange someone to polish it for me." He then said.

"Well, okay." Wines smiled slightly, and immediately called in several maids to help him take off the knight's plate armor.

Then he carried it away to clean it up.

Simon was chatting with Wines in the house, and gradually began to ask questions about magic.

After about half an hour, the bath water was ready. He took a comfortable bath and then took a nap.

When he came out of the bucket again, it was time for afternoon tea.

The kitchen prepared some white bread mixed with honey and a glass of malt liquor. It can be seen that the bread this time is much more delicate.

Simon put it in his mouth and chewed it, and said casually: "Is there another caravan coming? The quality of this bread has improved greatly."

"No, the stonemasons made several millstones, which is much better than the previous pounding of wheat grains to make flour."

Wines also chewed it carefully and smiled.

"Oh, so." Simon nodded, thinking in his heart, should I do something?

As the saying goes, science and technology are the primary productive forces. The production level of this society is still relatively low, and there should be many places that can be transformed.

After Simon finished eating the snacks, he fell into thinking.

Blast furnace steelmaking? No, no, this thing can't work. My mind is blank. I only know these four words, and the specific operation steps are extremely vague.

Water mill, wind mill? This is a bit of a solution.

But you need to find a carpenter to experiment more. It is not easy to design a windmill, transmission system and flour milling mechanism.

Although Simon had seen popular science videos about this before, he didn't have much memory left at this time.

"You need wheat to build a mill, but it's not very useful now.

Or burn some bricks, so that it will be easier to build a castle, but how is a brick kiln built? ?

No, no, I don't know how to do this..." He frowned and thought for a long time, but couldn't think of any solution.

He didn't study science and engineering before he traveled through time, so his knowledge in this area is a bit weak, and the little he knows is all based on interest.

He does know how to make a bolt rifle, and now he has a clear idea of ​​each part in his mind.

But with the productivity of the current society, it takes a lot of effort to rub a rod by hand. I wonder how many years it will take to make it? I don't know if the iron quality is up to standard.

It would be funny if the barrel exploded and he died.

By the way, I don’t know if the black powder formula is universal in this world.

"Alas! I'm so useless..." Simon said in frustration.

"What are you thinking about? Why are you always in a daze?" Winnies looked at him for a while and couldn't help asking curiously.

"Uh...nothing." He smiled awkwardly.

"You're not going out in the afternoon, are you?

Let's go and see the fields. The slaves have cultivated a lot of good fields. What do you think we should plant? Do you want to plant some grapes? "

Winnis smiled softly.

"Tian? Hey! By the way, you can make a whole Quyuan plow. I still have some impressions of this thing. It's not too difficult!"

Simon suddenly understood and stood up with a roar of surprise, which made Winis tremble twice in fright.

"What's wrong?" she asked with some dissatisfaction.

"I remembered one thing. We are currently using straight plows for plowing, but I have an idea to improve it!

We’ll see the land another day, but take a step first. Simon laughed and hurried out of the Lord's Hall.

"Mailan, go and call the carpenter and blacksmith. I have something to give you.

Winice, go get me a piece of parchment. "Seeing that Winnies was following her out of curiosity, he immediately gave instructions.

"Okay." Although she was full of doubts, she still followed the instructions.

Mailan also responded respectfully and walked away quickly.

During this free time, Simon kept recalling the structure of the Quyuan Plow in his mind, and even squatted down and used pebbles to write on the ground.

I remember some parts a little vaguely, but the general structure can be restored to more than 80%.

Once the carpenter and blacksmith arrive, we can discuss it and it will be almost done.

After a while, Winnis came first with parchment and quill.

After Simon took it, he did not write, but continued to write and draw on the ground.

"Sir, the carpenters and blacksmiths are here." After an unknown amount of time, Mailan came over with a group of people.

"Meet the master." All these people knelt down.

"Get up." Simon stood up, took a glance, and said softly.

"I called you here today because I have something to ask you.

Come and take a look, I'm going to design a new type of plow..."