The carpenter Charles recruited a group of clever apprentices from the villagers and wild slaves, and opened a carpentry shop in the village. In addition to completing the tasks assigned by William, he also began to help some wealthy villagers build some rough wooden tables.
Simple chairs, ordinary furniture.
Blacksmith Eddie got his wish and had his own blacksmith shop. The apprentices he selected were more likely to be physically strong. However, most of these people were selected by William to serve as servants, so Eddie never had much choice.
Moreover, as the iron ore is exhausted, a blacksmith shop without rice is naturally unable to produce new iron tools, so it is relatively leisurely, and its daily work is mainly to repair damaged or deformed iron weapons.
This made Eddie, who wanted to show off his skills, very disappointed.
There is also a tailor shop opened in the small village of Nisei.
Bude, who was originally just a part-time tailor, is now very busy. The continuous expansion of the escort team has put greater demands on his production capacity.
Instead of subcontracting out work as before, he officially opened a tailor shop, recruited a group of experienced village women, negotiated a good salary, and gathered them together to work on the assembly line!
Yes, assembly line!
A new term that Bude learned from their wise and handsome Lord William, assembly line!
Divide garment making into processes, and each process is handled by a dedicated person.
After implementing this, Bude was surprised to find that his work efficiency increased by three levels.
Having tasted the benefits, Bude implemented the assembly line work without hesitation.
At first, Adams' mill and donkeys could not be taken away, so William forced them to purchase them.
Although sweet powder is delicious, it is too expensive. For the same weight, sweet powder is three times that of rye.
It's okay to eat it occasionally, but if you eat it all the time, not many people in the village can afford it.
Therefore, the villagers grind the rye they grow at home into powder, and then mix it with sweet powder and water to make a paste and eat it together. The taste is not bad.
In this way, the consumption can be controlled within the acceptable range of the villagers.
In addition, some villagers with ideas will mix sweet powder and rye flour, and then take them to the village baking house to bake them into dark green bread.
There is actually a hint of sweetness in these breads, a bit like the white bread and queen's bread that noble men eat.
Of course, due to incomplete fermentation, these breads will still become extremely hard after being stored 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 mixed directly with sweet powder and added with water to form a paste, or made into bread, rye flour must be added.
In this way, the mill comes into play.
William asked Old John to choose an honest villager in the village, put him in charge of the mill, and also selected a few wild slaves to do odd jobs.
Adams used to charge a fee of 1 in 15.
William is more merciful, he can just draw one out of twenty.
Just this commission is enough for the villagers to be grateful!
Over at the brickyard, because the demand for briquettes is great in winter, this work is done against time.
What restricts the production of briquettes is not manpower, but the output of coal ore.
The sticky briquettes made every day using briquette molds will not be placed in the open air, but will be placed in a warehouse.
William would secretly use a gourmet table to absorb the moisture from the briquettes, making them directly usable and storing them.
As for brick making, the city wall has basically been completed, and the demand for bricks and stones is not as great as before. However, the work of burning bricks is still continuing, but it is not as urgent as before.
In addition to being used as backup, the masonry produced also serves as a weapon.
Yes!
arms!
The batch of servant soldiers who rushed to the shelves can also be converted into slingers.
Standing high on the city wall and letting them throw bricks, this group of servants can still display good combat effectiveness.
After all, bricks are also among the top ten hidden weapons in the world!
Next to the brick factory, there is also a pottery workshop, which is run by experienced potters 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 boiling needs of the entire village, and no one has froze to death anyway.
But William did not abolish the pottery workshops, but gave them new tasks to make pottery such as pottery pots, pottery bowls, and pottery jars.
It is worth mentioning that the villagers are not counted, but the wild slaves are William's private property. That is, if Charles or others hire wild slaves, the rewards of the wild slaves belong to William.
In this regard, Old John will naturally "negotiate" with these handicraft owners, so there is no need for William to worry.
After the pottery is made, it is put into the grocery store for sale, which can be regarded as enriching the categories of the grocery store.
But in this way, the name of the grocery store is a bit unrealistic, 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 was put in, some villagers actually bought it.
The first one to buy was Mark's family.
Before William came, Mark's family was in poverty.
After William came.
Mark's son became the captain of the escort team, and he himself became a small supervisor in the coal transportation work. One son entered the blacksmith shop as an apprentice. Except for the youngest, the other sons also had work to do.
The combined income of the family is not top-notch in the entire small village of Nisei, but it is still first-rate.
Living conditions have improved a lot.
They can also be regarded as a benchmark in the small village of Nisei for getting rich through hard work, and are the secret envy and jealousy of other villagers.
Naturally, they also became die-hard loyalists to Lord William!
At this point, William's rule in the entire small village of Nisei was completely impregnable.
The entire small village of Nisei looks more and more vibrant and energetic.
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At noon.
Jacques Porter was wearing a clean uniform of the captain of the escort team, with a cross sword hanging on his waist, with a serious expression and a bit of pride, walking with his head held high on the road of the small village of Sinise. Behind him,
Followed by a neat and orderly team of escorts.
They were all wearing uniforms and holding iron spears in their hands. They lined up in twos and twos and followed their captain Jacques Porter all the way with their eyes fixed on.
They are on patrol duty.
No one spoke!
A wordless momentum spread out.
The villagers passing by stopped, nodded to Jacques Porter, or said hello.
This is a tribute to the guards who have been improving discipline, mediating conflicts, guarding the village, and patrolling during the night.
From their eyes, Jacques Porter saw the villagers' sincere respect.
Instead of being afraid of his fists like before, although he expressed kindness on the surface, deep down he was disgusted and even hated!
This feeling of respect made Jacques Porter secretly happy. He still had a serious look on his face. He just nodded to the villagers and continued to move forward.
Patrol all the way to the gate next to the city wall.
Little Grete is leading another team of guards to guard the gate.
The two looked at each other and nodded to each other.
Jacques Porter continued to move forward with the escort team.
Walking along the city wall, Jacques Porter suddenly felt something in his heart and walked up the stairs behind the city wall.
The convoy members behind him continued to follow.
The city wall was only three meters and not high. Jacques Porter quickly came to the walkway above the city wall.
The walkway is paved with bricks and compacted earth underneath.
Jacques Porter unexpectedly 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 trance.
A trace of doubt flashed in Jacques Porter's eyes, he walked up to Old Gretel and said warmly, "Hello, Mr. Gretel!"
"Jacques, you're here!" Old Gretel was not surprised at all and did not look back.
His son was also the captain of the escort team, and he himself had made a great contribution, so he had the confidence to speak to Jacques Porter like this.
Jacques Porter disapproved of this and replied calmly, "Yes, Mr. Gretel, I am carrying out the order of the lord, patrolling!"
After a pause, Jacques Porter asked again, "Mr. Gretel, it's very windy on the city wall. What are you doing here?"
"I'm looking at that forest!" Old Grete said.
"That forest?" Jacques Porter looked at the forest outside the village and saw only 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 around and said to Jacques Potter in a low tone, "How wonderful it would be if there were no lizard men!"
Jacques Porter remained silent. As the weather got colder and colder, the villagers became more and more worried.
This cannot be covered up in a few words.
Old Grete turned his head again, "The small village of Nisei finally welcomed a lord! An extremely kind and powerful lord!"
"Thank God!"
"He gave us plenty to eat, he made my children know sweetness, and he made us no longer feel cold in the cold nights."
"The small village of Nisei also has a city wall, many shops have appeared in the small village of Nisei, and various interesting and practical gadgets have appeared in the small village of Nisei..."
"Oh my God! I often thought I was dreaming!"
Suddenly, he changed the subject, "But can all of this survive this long winter?"
"Can I keep having this dream? Until I die..."
Jacques Porter was silent, and he looked deeply at the forest.
He never considered these things before.
But now, not only can he have enough to eat, he also has stronger strength than before and gained the respect of the villagers.
All this was brought to him by William!
What if there is a monster that wants to destroy all of this? Jacques Porter asked himself.
No! I will never allow it! Jacques Porter came up with the answer without hesitation in his heart.
He clenched his fists and looked in the direction of the forest with a firm gaze, "I will never allow it!"
A chill suddenly came from his forehead. Jacques Porter looked up at the sky. Snowflakes were falling, like snow-white elves, flying freely under the pale sky.
"It's snowing..." Jacques Porter murmured.
"It's snowing..." Old Gretel's cloudy eyes looked hard at the sky with complicated expressions.