The Wizard’s Fairy Tale

Charles, a carpenter, took in a group of ingenious apprentices from the villagers and wild slaves, and opened a carpentry shop in the village. After completing the tasks assigned by William, he also began to help some wealthy villagers build some rough wooden tables. Simple chairs, ordinary furniture.

The blacksmith Eddie got his wish and owned his own blacksmith shop. The apprentices he selected were more likely to be physically strong, but most of these people were selected by William as servants, so Eddie had little choice.

Moreover, the iron ore is exhausted, and the smithy, like a smithy without rice, cannot produce new iron tools, so it is relatively leisurely, and the daily work is mainly to repair damaged or deformed iron weapons.

This made Eddie, who wanted to show off, very disappointed.

There is also a tailor shop opened in the small village of Nise.

Bude, who was originally a part-time tailor, is now very busy. The continuous expansion of the guard team has put forward more requirements on his production capacity.

Instead of subcontracting the work as before, he officially opened a tailor shop, recruited a group of experienced village women, negotiated a good salary, gathered them together, and worked on the assembly line!

Yes, assembly line!

A new term Bud learned from their wise and handsome Lord William - assembly line!

The garment making is divided into each process, and each process is in charge of by a special person.

In this way, Bude was surprised to find that the work efficiency had increased by three levels.

Bude, who had tasted the sweetness, implemented the assembly line work without hesitation.

At the beginning, Adams's mill and donkey could not be taken away, so William forced them to buy them.

Although sweet powder is delicious, the price is too expensive. The same weight, sweet powder is three times that of rye.

It’s okay to eat it once in a while, but few people in the village can afford it if you eat it all the time.

Therefore, the villagers grind the rye grown by themselves into powder, and then mix it with sweet powder and water to make a paste, and the taste is not bad.

In this way, the consumption is controlled within the acceptable range of the villagers.

In addition, some villagers who have ideas will mix sweet powder and rye flour, and then take it to the bakery in the village to bake it into dark green bread.

There is actually a hint of sweetness in these breads, a bit like the white bread and queen's bread eaten by noble lords.

Of course, due to incomplete fermentation, these breads will still become extremely hard after being left for a long time, and can be used as weapons.

Moreover, the cost of making bread is higher after all, so not all villagers will do this.

Whether it is directly mixed with sweet powder and added water to make a paste, or made into bread, rye flour must be added.

This is where the mill comes in handy.

William asked Old John to pick an honest villager in the village, hand over the mill to him, and pick a few wild slaves to do odd jobs.

Adams used to charge one in fifteen.

William is kinder, he can take one out of twenty.

Just this commission is enough for the villagers to be grateful to Dade!

At the brickyard, because the honeycomb coal is in great demand in winter, the work is racing against time.

It is not manpower that restricts the production of honeycomb coal, but the output of coal ore.

The sticky honeycomb briquettes made with briquette molds every day are not placed in the open air, but put in the warehouse.

William would surreptitiously use a gourmet table to suck the moisture out of the briquettes, making them immediately usable, and storing them.

For brick making, the city wall has basically been built, and the demand for bricks and stones is not as great as before, but the work of burning bricks is still going on, but it is not as urgent as before.

The produced masonry, in addition to being used as a backup, also has another function as a weapon.

Yes!

arms!

The group of servants driving ducks to shelves,

It can also be converted to a slinger.

Standing high on the city wall and letting them throw bricks, these servants can still display good combat effectiveness.

How can I say that bricks are also the top ten hidden weapons in Jianghu!

On the side of the brick factory, there is also a pottery workshop, which is in charge of experienced pottery workers selected from wild slaves.

Previously, he was mainly responsible for firing red clay stoves.

After a period of firing, the red clay stove has basically met the heating and water heating needs of the entire village. Anyway, no one died of freezing.

But William did not abolish the pottery workshop, but gave them a new task-making pottery pots, bowls, jars and other pottery.

It is worth mentioning that the villagers are not counted, but the wild slaves are William's private property, that is, Charles or other people hire the wild slaves, and the remuneration of the wild slaves belongs to William.

In this regard, Old John would naturally "negotiate" with these handicraft owners, without William needing to worry.

After the pottery is made, it is put into the grocery store for sale, which can be regarded as enriching the category of the grocery store.

Only in this way, the name of the grocery store is a bit misleading, and it is not qualified to be called a department store, but it is barely enough to be called a grocery store.

Not to mention, after these pottery were put in, some villagers really bought them.

The first to buy was the Mark family.

Before William came, the Mark family was poor.

After William came.

Mark's sons became captains of the guards, he himself became a small overseer in the coal work, one son went to a blacksmith's shop as an apprentice, and except for the youngest, the other sons also had jobs.

The combined income of the family is not top-notch in the entire small village of Nisai, but it is still top-notch.

Living conditions have improved a lot.

They can also be regarded as a benchmark for hard work and prosperity in the small village of Nisai, and they are the objects of envy and envy in the hearts of other villagers.

Naturally, they also became loyal to Lord William!

So far, William's rule over the entire small village of Nise is completely impregnable.

Blacksmith's shop, carpenter's shop, tailor's shop, mill, bakery, brickyard, terracotta workshop, coal yard, general store, guards...

The whole small village of Nisai looks more and more alive and energetic.

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noon.

Jacques Porter was wearing a clean uniform of the captain of the guards, with a long crossed sword hanging from his waist, with a serious expression and a bit of pride, walking with his head held high on the road in the small village of New Nice, behind him , followed by a team of orderly guards.

They were all wearing uniforms, holding iron spears in their hands, two by two, walking in neat steps, following their captain Jacques Porter all the way forward.

They're on patrol.

No one speaks!

A wordless momentum spread out.

The villagers passing by all stopped, nodded to Jacques Porter, or said hello.

This is a tribute to the guards for cleaning up discipline, mediating conflicts, guarding villages, and night watch patrols during this period of time.

From their eyes, Jacques Porter saw the respect from the villagers' hearts.

Instead of being afraid of his fists like before, although he showed favor on the surface, but in his heart he was disgusted, even hated!

This feeling of respect made Jacques Potter secretly happy. He still had a serious look on his face, and he just nodded slightly to the villagers, and then moved on.

Patrol all the way to the gate next to the city wall.

Little Gretel is leading another team of guards to guard the goal.

The two looked at each other and nodded.

Jacques Potter moved on with the escort team.

Walking along the city wall, Jacques Potter suddenly felt moved, and walked up the stairs behind the city wall.

The guards behind him continued to follow.

The city wall was only three meters high, and Jacques Potter quickly came to the walkway above the city wall.

The walkway is paved with bricks and tamped earth underneath.

Jacques Potter accidentally saw a man on the city wall.

An old man!

Gretel's father, old Gretel!

He was looking at the scenery outside the village in a daze.

A trace of doubt flashed in Jacques Potter's eyes, and he walked up to Old Gretel, and said softly, "Mr. Gretel, hello!"

"Jacques, you're here!" Old Gretel wasn't surprised at all, and didn't look back.

His son is also the captain of the guard, and he himself has made a great contribution, so he has the confidence to speak to Jacques Potter like this.

Jacques Potter didn't take it seriously, and replied calmly, "Yes, Mr. Gretel, I am following the orders of the lord, patrolling!"

After a pause, Jacques Potter asked again, "Mr. Gretel, it's very windy above the city wall. What are you doing here?"

"I'm looking at that forest!" Old Gretel said.

"That forest?" Jacques Potter looked at the forest outside the village, only seeing the busy villagers and wild slaves coming in and out.

He frowned and said, "Mr. Gretel, I don't understand what you mean."

"Mr. Potter!" Old Gretel finally turned his head around, and said to Jacques Potter in a low tone, "It would be great if there were no lizardmen!"

Jacques Porter was silent, and as the weather got colder, the villagers became more and more worried.

This is not something that can be covered up in a few words.

Old Gretel turned his head again, "The small village of Nisai has finally ushered in a lord! An extremely benevolent and powerful lord!"

"Thank God!"

"He made us full, he let my children know sweetness, and he made us feel cold in the cold night."

"The small village of Nisai also has a city wall, many shops have appeared in the small village of Nisai, and various interesting and practical things have appeared in the small village of Nisai..."

"My God! I used to think I was dreaming!"

Suddenly, he changed the topic, "However, can all of this survive this long winter?"

"Can I keep having this dream? Until I die..."

Jacques Potter said nothing, and he also looked deeply at the forest.

In the past, he never thought about these things.

But now, not only can he have enough to eat, but he also has stronger power than before, and he is respected by the villagers.

All this was brought to him by William!

What if some monster wants to destroy it all? Jacques Potter asked himself.

No! I will never allow it! Jacques Potter came to the answer without hesitation in his heart.

He clenched his fists tightly and looked in the direction of the forest with extremely firm eyes, "I will never allow it!"

A coolness came from his forehead suddenly, Jacques Potter looked up at the sky, the snowflakes were fluttering, like snow-white elves, flying freely under the pale sky.

"It's snowing..." Jacques Potter murmured.

"It's snowing..." Old Gretel looked at the sky with difficulty with his cloudy eyes, his eyes complicated and authentic.