The old village chief squatted under a dead tree at the entrance of the village with a melancholy look on his face, and the plaque with the word "Wol Village" on his head was swaying in the wind.
The market at the entrance of the village is in a mess. The traders go into the row houses to rest and have to get out before dawn tomorrow morning. Their precious goods will be stored in the rented row house warehouse, and the worthless ones will be piled up.
At the door of the rented townhouse.
At this time, some strange noises could occasionally be heard from the row house.
The number of tents in the adventure group has decreased a lot. Many adventure groups have passed through the deserted land and entered the Pagros Mountains. No one said what they were finding.
The old village chief was still chattering, and the wrinkles on his forehead became very deep, like the cracks carved by the wind on the rocks on the top of the mountain.
"What's wrong with these young people now? How come their original intentions have changed after just a few days of good times?"
"Val was not like this before. When he was hungry, he was the eldest son in the family. His parents went to Oak Ridge to find something to eat. He looked after the younger ones at home. When he was very hungry, he ran to the north.
He went to the ditch pasture to dig out the thirsty roots and brought them home to boil water for drinking. The little one was so hungry that he couldn't bear to take a sip himself. No matter how hard he lived, he never stole anything. How soft-hearted he was at that time.
!When the sheep were being herded in the village, every time a sheep was slaughtered during the village festival, they would hide behind the stone mill and cry for a long time."
"Now that we have enough food, warm clothes, and a hardened heart, why do people live like what they least wanted to see at the beginning?"
"What's the difference between him and a slave owner's foreman?"
"How come you can't even recognize yourself?"
The old village chief sat under the tree, the pipe in his hand flickering in the dark night.
Surdak sat aside, thinking that he might have to discuss it with Selina tomorrow. Her step seemed a bit big.
Since this matter was somewhat unclear, Suldak decided not to continue to dwell on it. He quickly changed the subject and discussed with the old village chief the sale of the sulfur mine. This time, the acquisition location changed to Constantinople.
Dimburg, how to transport the sulfur ore there has become a problem. According to Suldak's plan, he wants to sign a transportation contract with the horse and carriage company in Helensa City, and the transportation of the sulfur ore will be handed over to him.
Helensa Carriage and Horse Racing.
It would take at least two weeks to transport a cart of sulfur ore to Constantinople and back. Calculating this, the carriage fee would not be less than thirty silver coins per trip. It seems to be an absolutely huge amount, but it is only the price of a four-wheeled carriage.
The carriage driver's load is about 800 to 1,000 pounds. Based on the minimum load of 800 pounds, the freight cost for each pound of sulfur ore is actually less than four copper coins.
In fact, the purchase price of the sulfur mine that Iman Owen offered to Surdak was 5 silver and 40 copper/pound, so the premium in freight was about 40 copper coins, which included cost management and so on.
, there is still a lot left after paying the shipping fee.
Hearing that Suldak was going to give up the transportation of this piece of fat to the Helensa Horse and Carriage Company, the old village chief suddenly felt a little bit sick. It is not that there are no four-wheeled carriages in the village. Not only that, the number of four-wheeled carriages in the village has been expanded to
Fifty-two, which is already equivalent to half the number of four-wheeled carriages in the Hiransama Horse Company, but now the reservoir construction site, townhouses and Karl Villa all need a large amount of volcanic ash, and almost all the carriages in the village are transporting volcanic ash.
As the project gets bigger and bigger, some of the places with volcanic ash closest to the village of Wall have now been swept clean. The convoys have to extend deeper into the desolate land, and the journey of transporting volcanic ash is unknowingly
A lot has been added.
Surdak has always wanted to pave a flat road with volcanic ash cement in the deserted land. However, the plan has been delayed again and again. Now the reservoir project is about to be completed, and there is no trace of this cement road.
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"Let's do this for the time being. The sulfur ore will be transported to Constantinople and handed over to the carriage house first. The four-wheeled carriage transporting volcanic ash in the village cannot move yet. I plan to take advantage of this autumn to pave a road between Pudu Mountain and Wall Village.
The straight road shortens the time to go to the Pudu Mountain Lava River Sulfur Mine to less than two days. The mountain road in Oak Ridge is also too difficult to walk. After the first heavy snow every year, from Wall Village to Helensa City
It becomes very difficult to walk. If we want to safely transport the sulfur ore, we must repair this road."
The tidal flat downstream of the river bend has now become a fertile farmland, and the canal dug by the kobold slaves sparkled in the moonlight.
Surdak stood up, took two steps forward, and said to the old village chief:
"I plan to repair the waterhole in Beigou Pasture this fall. At least it can store some water, so that the sea buckthorn grass and immortal grass on the slope can start to grow in the spring. We need to build a pasture. Then
The land on the other side is low-lying and the water and grass are luxuriant in summer, so it is definitely not a good place. As long as the drought during the dry season can be solved, the grassland over there can grow."
The old village chief still has reservations about building a pasture to graze sheep.
In the past, Woer Village did not renovate Beigou Pasture, and it still raised a large group of yellow sheep. Now that Beigou Pasture needs to be renovated, it means investing a lot of manpower, material resources, and money. The old village chief does not feel comfortable eating an extra meal of mutton.
What can be changed?
Bright Village Chief said: "Dake, even if we don't build a pasture, the pasture is enough for us to raise yellow sheep."
Surdak thought of the ogre, and quickly waved his hand and said: "We need to increase the number of sheep, otherwise these yellow sheep will not be enough for Gulitem to eat alone. In addition to these yellow sheep,
I also plan to raise some horses. There may be a guard battalion knight squadron here in the future. There must be a place to keep the horses."
"We still need to raise horses!" Village Chief Bright was a little stunned. Now Wall Village has raised more than fifty horses, all of which are used to pull four-wheeled carriages. A guard battalion squadron needs at least sixty or seventy horses.
For a war horse, Beigou Pasture is not big enough for hundreds of horses to chew on it.
"Of course we need to raise it. If Wall Village needs to continue to develop, Beigou Pasture needs to be operated," Suldak said.
Unlike yellow sheep, horses can also be counted as wealth in the Green Empire. If the bandits and the northern rebels had not sent horses twice, Wall Village would not have so many horses now. More than fifty horses are worth at least two
Above a hundred gold, the value of the war horse must be even higher.
Surdak continued:
"After the Harvest Festival, the militia battalion will enter the deserted land for field training. It will also need to organize a small logistics supply team, which also requires horses."
The old village chief looked at Suldak in astonishment and asked, "That militia battalion of yours that has been receiving rations and has never assembled?"
"Um……"
Suldak agreed.
…
After pushing open the courtyard gate, Suldak led the horse in.
The Gubolai horse was led to the stable on the side and the saddle was unloaded without saying a word. The trough of the stable was covered with chopped alfalfa. The Gubolai horse swung its tail slowly and lowered its head to eat the grass in the trough.
Surdak was just about to take out a bucket of water from the water tank next to the wall.
The wooden door of the villa was pushed open, and Rita, who was wearing pajamas and pajamas, yawned and walked out, and said to Suldak: "Why did you come back? Natasha and I saw you and the old village chief passing by the square, you
Haven’t you eaten yet?”
Without waiting for Suldak to answer, Rita had already taken the bucket from Suldak quickly and said to him: "Go in and leave it to me here!"
The lights had just turned on in the hall on the first floor. When Suldak walked in, he saw Natasha tiptoeing to put the lampshade of the wall lamp back on.
Seeing Suldak walk in with a tired look on his face, he walked up to him silently and gave him a big hug regardless of how dusty he was. Then he handed him a wet towel and wiped it with him.
When he was looking at his face, Natasha began to help him untie the leather armor. He didn't know how long he had been wearing this set of salamander leather armor. The shirt inside the leather armor was already stained with white salt, and he didn't know how long it had been worn.
How many times has it been soaked with sweat?
The buckles on the leather armor left several deep indentations on Surdak's shoulders, making Surdak's whole body feel sore.
Natasha stood behind Suldak, pressed her face against his back that smelled of sweat, put her hands around his waist, and hugged him tightly.
"what……"
Surdak turned his head slightly and asked.
In his memory, Natasha had always been the kind of woman who stood silently behind him. She would neither take the initiative nor refuse. She was timid, careful, gentle and sensitive, but would not be so proactive.
"Nothing, I just want to hug you."
Natasha hid behind Suldak and whispered.
"Ahem, I thought you two would be in the restaurant..." Rita stood at the door in her pajamas, coughed twice, then passed by the two of them as if nothing had happened, and walked up to the second floor.
"Ah, I forgot you haven't had dinner yet. I left a pancake in the kitchen. It's probably still hot!"
Natasha suddenly woke up and quickly ran into the kitchen behind the restaurant.
Suldak hung the leather armor on the wooden frame at the door, wiped his face, and then walked into the restaurant...