Mathematics is taught in the morning and Chinese is taught in the afternoon. Each class lasts about forty minutes.
There are four classes in total a day, and they also have to train the goblins' physical fitness.
He had to take charge of all the courses himself. Thinking of this, he felt very tired.
There are still four months of such days.
There are still four months of such days, and there are a group of goblins who have the same idea.
Running every day made them overwhelmed. They had to run the first day, and then had to run again the next day with sore feet and hands. It was simply not a life that goblins should live.
At the same time, he also forced the elder clan leader to come over and asked him to learn from him.
Anyway, goblins only have one generation every ten years. One generation cannot be enough for two generations, and two generations cannot be enough for three generations. He can continue to waste it like this.
But he left the harsh words here, if this group of goblins had extremely poor grades and had not yet mastered the four arithmetic operations when they graduated three years later.
His thunder spear is about to move. If anyone hits the muzzle of the gun, he will be electrocuted to death!
Then every morning and afternoon, he would find two additional goblins to teach.
He privately named them Carpenter No. 1 and Carpenter No. 2. Yes, they were just carpenters. If a carpenter is a carpenter, he must at least be able to develop his own things before he can be called a carpenter.
However, with this understanding, haha.
Lin Hai relaxed for a few minutes in advance, cleared his mind of distracting thoughts, and then walked in with a smile on his face and carried a few rough thin hemp ropes.
Then fix a wooden stick and rub it back and forth with a thin hemp rope.
Woohoo——
He quickly scratched it back and forth and quickly squeezed the wooden stick in, and quickly made a groove. Within a few minutes, the wooden stick with a thick wrist was cut off by the hemp rope.
It's no joke if the rope cuts the wood.
"Come on, come and try."
The two ignorant carpenter goblins took the two hemp ropes with confused expressions on their faces.
Wuwuwu——
Compared with the rapid and neat buzzing before, the sound this time was not only uneven, but also alternately strong and weak, and within two minutes it was weak to nothing.
Lin Hai gritted his teeth, looked at the line marks of the carpenter, and squeezed out a smile, "Well, not bad, keep working harder."
Although the marks are a bit messy, the speed is a bit slow, the strength is a bit weak, and the skills are not sensible, everything else is still pretty good.
He was so happy... just his balls.
Why didn't he consider that this goblin was a weakling? He probably couldn't defeat even a teenage boy.
Why did he choose such a bottom race!
fall!!
Strengthen! Strengthen! Strengthen!!!
Goblins must be strengthened. If they are not strengthened, they will be beaten. If they are not strengthened, they will fall behind. If they are not strengthened, they will all become black. No one in the entire goblin tribe will survive.
I endure...
Lin Haisheng was afraid that he would turn black if he continued like this for a long time.
Do you want to bring a professional teacher over?
This idea was killed by him at the same time. No, no, no, no, what should I do if it is exposed?
It is said that you can know people but not their hearts. What if you get someone with bad intentions?
Lin Hai sat on a log, threw a thunderbolt to each of them, and urged them to exercise every day. How could their little arms and legs be qualified as carpenters?
Carpentry has to be done slowly, and Lin Hai can't rush it.
There are only so many goblins in the entire tribe, and even fewer can be used.
It's a good thing they are not the bottom creatures of the food chain, otherwise they would suffer a lot and die.
After making sure that they had mastered the simple rope saw, Lin Hai turned his eyes away slightly and looked at the dozen or so people in the hunting team.
After removing a few weak male goblins, a few strong female goblins were selected to form a simple escort team.
Slightly divided, there are nine people in each team, a total of two teams.
Lin Hai personally designed a set of combat uniforms for them, woven from thick linen and lined with animal skins.
Every morning they are asked to assemble, stand upright, step, and run.
Let them shout the slogan "121" and run around the small square.
The great God of Thunder personally branded them with badges of glory, and they felt full of strength.
In the afternoon, I would hold a spear and spear people in the snow, and I would also roll up and down in the woods and do a sport called horizontal and parallel bars.
Even though they were running so fast, they found that they woke up every morning full of energy. They thought this was the power of the God of Thunder, and they roared even more vigorously.
Although this was originally the work of a certain god, an unnamed feline watched with his own eyes as an unknown god baptized the soldiers in the middle of the night.
As a result, the goblins in the tribe have their own things to do, and the weaver goblins are busy making clothes and armor for the soldier goblins.
The carpenter gnome squeezed his already slightly undulating gray muscles, pulled up the wire saw, and worked hard according to the dimensions left by Lin Hai.
The young goblins crawl all over the floor when they have nothing to do. They were baptized at birth and are a little different from the adult goblins.
According to Lin Hai's understanding, his baptism may involve other fields, and the upper limit of the innate physical strength of the little goblins is a bit higher than that of other goblins.
When they reach adulthood, they will be stronger than the older generation of goblins.
It's a pity that such baptism cannot be done too much. Once is enough. It seems that if it is applied again, their bodies will not be able to bear it.
Unless it leaves a mark on her like Tina did, but this is impossible.
The baptism of adult goblins is much rougher, which just makes it easier for them to reach their current physical peak.
The upper limit has been set and cannot be exceeded.
Therefore, he decided to collect data on the little goblins to see when they could be baptized again.
When the time comes, there will be a birth baptism, growth baptism, and adult baptism, but he won't believe it. If this continues, the entire tribe will still be so weak?
This kind of baptism was very simple. All he had spent was some thunder and lightning. The lightning mark was already covered with blue and white hollow lines, and an illusory prismatic gem shape was outlined between his eyebrows.
He could feel the powerful thunder power inside, but it was not enough.
Compared with the thunder in the sky, his little thunder is nothing. It is just electricity, right?
What is this mark? Thunder mark? Thunder authority? Or thunder godhead?
Lin Hai thought for a moment and named this Thunder Godhead. It was simple, crude, but very effective.
After confirming the name, Lin Hai rubbed the center of his eyebrows. He always felt swollen and a little stuffy. He didn't know why.
He is just a wild god who was blown up by setting off firecrackers. He has no idea what to do next.
Is it the meridians running through the thunder and lightning? Don’t make trouble, this is a Western fantasy world.
To increase the number of followers? Lin Hai expressed that he was tired. These ninety or so goblins were enough for him to drink a pot, why would he come again?
He rubbed his forehead, feeling like he hadn't been back for so long that he was almost assimilated here.