The Wizard’s Fairy Tale

Charles the carpenter took a group of ingenious apprentices from the villagers and savage 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 these ordinary furniture.

　　 Blacksmith Eddie got his own smithy as he wished. The apprentices he chose tended to be more physically fit, but most of these people were selected by William as servant soldiers, so Eddie’s choice was always small.

　　 And the iron ore is exhausted, just like a blacksmith shop without rice can not produce new iron tools, so it is relatively leisurely, and the daily work is mainly to repair damaged or deformed iron weapons.

　　 This makes Eddie who wants to show off very much.

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

　　 Bud, who was originally only a part-time tailor, is now very busy. The continuous expansion of the guards' enrollment puts even more important demands on his production capacity.

　　 Instead of subcontracting the work as before, he officially opened a tailor shop, recruited a group of experienced village women, agreed to pay, gathered together, and worked in an assembly line!

　　 Yes, the assembly line!

　　 Budd learned a new term from their wise and handsome Lord William-assembly line!

　　 The garment making is divided into individual processes, and each process is handled by a dedicated person.

　　 After this implementation, Bude was surprised to find that his work efficiency had improved by three levels.

　　 Having tasted the sweetness, Bud did not hesitate to implement the assembly line work.

　　 At first, Adams' mill and donkey could not be taken away, and William forced to buy it.

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

　　 It’s okay to eat occasionally, but if you keep eating, not many people in the village can afford it.

　　 Therefore, the villagers always grind the rye they grow with their skin into powder, and then mix it with sweet powder and mix it with water to make a paste. The taste is also okay.

　　 In this way, this 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 them to the baking bar in the village to bake them into dark green bread.

　　 There is a hint of sweetness in these breads, a bit like the white bread or queen bread eaten by the noble masters.

　　 Of course, because of 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 water to make a paste, or to make bread, rye flour must be added.

　　 In this way, the mill has a place to be used.

　　 William asked Old John to pick an honest villager in the village, give him the responsibility of the mill, and pick a few savage slaves.

　　 The fee Adams used to charge was one for fifteen.

　　William is kinder, he can draw one at twenty.

　　 This rake is enough for the villagers to be grateful!

　　 At the brick yard, because the demand for briquettes is huge in winter, the work is racing against time.

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

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

　　 William will secretly use the gourmet table to absorb the moisture in the briquettes, make them directly usable, and store them.

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

The masonry made by 　　, in addition to being spare, has another function as a weapon.

Yes!

　　 Weapon!

　　 The minions who drove the ducks to the shelves can also be transferred to slingers.

　　 Condescending on the city wall, let them throw bricks, these servant soldiers can still play a good combat effectiveness.

　　How to say bricks are also the top ten hidden weapons in the arena!

　　 On the brick factory side, there is also a terracotta workshop, where experienced terracotta workers selected from the slaves of the wild people are responsible.

　　 used to be responsible for making red clay stoves.

　　 After a period of burning, the red mud stove has basically met the heating and water needs of the entire village, anyway, no one freezes to death.

　　 But William did not abolish the pottery workshop, but gave them a new task-to make pottery pots, pots, and pots.

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

　　 In this regard, Old John would naturally "negotiate" with these craft owners, without William worrying about it.

　　 After the pottery is made, it is sold in a grocery store, which can be regarded as a rich variety of grocery stores.

　　 It’s just that, the name of the grocery store is a bit illegitimate, and it is not qualified to be called a department store, but it is barely okay to call a grocery store.

　　Don’t say, after putting these pottery in, villagers really bought it.

　　 The Mark family was the first to buy.

　　 Before William came, the Mark family was impoverished.

　　 After William came.

　　 Mark’s son became the captain of the **** team, and he himself became a small supervisor in the coal handling work. One son went into the blacksmith shop as an apprentice. In addition to the youngest one, the other sons also had things to do.

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

　　 Living conditions have improved a lot.

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

　　 Naturally they have also become the diehard loyalists of the Lord William!

　　 At this point, William's rule in the entire Nisai village is completely solid.

　　Blacksmith's shop, carpenter's shop, tailor shop, mill, barn, brick yard, terracotta workshop, coal field, grocery store, guards...

　　 The entire village of Nisai looks more and more vigorous and energetic.

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　　 at noon.

Jacques Porter, wearing a clean uniform of the captain of the escort, with a cross-sword hanging from his waist, with a serious expression of pride, walked on the road of the small village of Sinnes with his head high, behind him , Followed by a neat and orderly team of guards.

　　 They are all wearing uniform uniforms, holding iron spears in their hands, in two rows, walking neatly, following their captain Jacques Porter all the way forward.

　　 They are on a patrol mission.

　　No one speaks!

　　 A silent momentum spread out.

　　The villagers passing by, all stopped, and gestured to Jacques Bosch, or said hello.

　　 This is a tribute to the guards for purging discipline, mediating conflicts, guarding the village, and patrolling at night.

　　 From their eyes, Jacques Potter saw the respect from the hearts of the villagers.

　　 Rather than being afraid of his fist like before, although it is good on the surface, it is disgust and even hatred in the bone!

　　 This feeling of respect made Jacques Potter secretly happy, his face still looked serious, he just nodded lightly when he treated the villagers, and then moved on.

　　 patrolled all the way to the gate beside the city wall.

　　 Little Grett is leading another team of guards to take care of the goal.

　　 The two stared at each other and nodded.

　　 Jacques Porter led the team of guards to move on.

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

　　 The guards behind him continued to follow.

　　 The city wall is only three meters high, not high, Jacques Potter quickly came to the walkway above the city wall.

　　 The walkway is covered with bricks and underneath is tamped soil.

　　 Jacques Potter accidentally saw someone on the wall.

An old man!

　　 Great's father, old Great!

　　 He was staring at the scenery outside the village.

　　 Jacques Potter's eyes flashed with a trace of doubt, and he walked to the side of old Grete, and said warmly, "Mr. Grete, hello!"

　　 "Jacques, you are here!" Old Grete was not surprised at all, and did not look back.

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

　　 Jacques Porter disapproved of this, and replied calmly, "Yes, Mr. Gretel, I am following the Lord's orders, patrol!"

　　 After a pause, Jacques Potter asked again, "Mr. Great, the wall is very windy, 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 to see the busy villagers and wild slaves coming in and out.

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

　　 "Mr. Potter!" Old Grete finally turned his head, and said to Jacques Potter, with a low tone of voice, "If there were no Lizardmen, then it would be great!"

　　Jacques Potter is silent ~www.ltnovel.com~ The weather is getting colder and colder, and the villagers' worries are growing.

　　 It's not just a few words that can cover up the past.

　　 Old Grete turned his head again, "Nisa Village finally ushered in a lord! A very benevolent and powerful lord!"

　　 "Thank God!"

　　 "He made us eat full, he let my children know the sweetness, and he made us not feel cold in the cold night."

　　 "Nisai Village also has a city wall, many shops appeared in Nisai Village, and various interesting and practical little things appeared in Nisai Village..."

　　 "Oh my God! I always thought I was dreaming!"

　　 Suddenly, his conversation changed, "But can all this survive this long winter?"

　　 "Can I keep on doing this dream? Until I die..."

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

　　 He never considered these things before.

　　 But now, not only can he eat his fill, he also has a stronger power than before, and he is respected by the villagers.

　　 William brought him all this!

　　 What if a monster wants to destroy all of this? Jacques Potter asked himself.

Do not! I will never allow it! Jacques Porter came to the answer without hesitation.

　　 He clenched his fists, looked at the direction of the forest, his eyes were very firm, "I will never allow it!"

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

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

　　 "It's snowing..." Old Grete's cloudy eyes looked at the sky laboriously, with complex expressions.