Lord Highlander

The old village chief squatted under the dead tree at the entrance of the village with a melancholy expression, and the plaque with the words "Wall Village" was blown swaying by the wind above his head.

The market at the entrance of the village is in a mess. Vendors get into the row houses to rest, and they have to get out before dawn tomorrow. Their precious goods will be stored in the rented row house warehouses, and the worthless ones will be piled up At the door of the rented row house.

At this time, occasionally some strange noises could be heard from the row house.

There were far fewer tents for the adventure group, and many adventure groups traveled through the Badlands and into Pagros Mountain, and no one said what they were finding.

The old village chief was still nagging, and the wrinkles on his forehead had become very deep, like the cracks on the rocks on the top of the mountain that had been carved by the wind.

"What's going on with these young people now? After a few days of good times, why did they even change their original intentions?"

"The child Val was not like this before. When he was starving, he was the eldest in the family. His parents went to Oak Ridge to find something to eat. He took care of the little ones at home. When he was very hungry, he ran to the north. Going to the ditch grassland to dig the thirsty roots and bring them home to boil water to drink. The young one was so hungry that he was reluctant to take a sip. No matter how hard he lived, he never stole anything. How soft-hearted he was at that time ! When shepherding sheep for the village, every sheep slaughtered in the village will hide behind the stone mill and cry for a long time."

"Now that I'm full, dressed warmly, and hardened, how can I live like the last thing I wanted to see?"

"What's the difference between him and a foreman under a slave owner?"

"How come you don't even recognize yourself?"

The old village chief sat under a tree, the pipe in his hand flickering in the dark night.

Suldak sat aside, thinking that he might have to discuss it with Selena tomorrow, and this step seemed a bit big for her.

Since this matter was somewhat unclear, Suldak decided not to continue entangled in this matter. He quickly changed the subject and discussed with the old village chief about the sale of the sulfur mine. Dingbao, how to transport the sulfur ore there has become a problem. According to Suldak’s plan, he wants to sign a contract of carriage with the carriage and horse company in Hailansa City, and the transportation of the sulfur ore will be entrusted to Hailansa rides on horses and chariots.

It would take at least two weeks to transport a cart of sulfur mines to Constantinople, so the cost of traveling would not be less than 30 silver coins. It seems that the absolute amount is huge, but the cost of a carriage The load of the coachman is about 800 to 1,000 pounds. Based on the minimum load of 800 pounds, the shipping fee 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 Suldak was 5 silver and 40 copper per pound, so the premium on the shipping fee was about 40 copper coins, which included cost management and so on. , there is still a lot left after paying the freight.

Hearing that Suldak was going to hand over the transportation of this piece of fat to Hailansa, the old village head suddenly felt a little pained. It is not that there are no four-wheeled carriages in the village. Not only that, the current four-wheeled carriages in the village have expanded to Fifty-two, which is equivalent to half the number of four-wheeled carriages of Hailansa Carriage Co., but now the reservoir construction site, small townhouses and Karl's villa all need a lot of volcanic ash, and almost all the carriages in the village are transporting volcanic ash.

As the project gets bigger and bigger, some places with volcanic ash closest to Wall Village have been swept away, and the convoy has to extend to the depths of the barren land, and the journey of transporting volcanic ash is unconscious. A lot has been added.

Suldak has always wanted to pave a flat avenue with volcanic ash cement in the barren land, but this plan has been delayed again and again, and now the reservoir project is about to be completed, and there is no shadow of this cement road. .

"Let's do this for the time being. The sulfur ore will be transported to Constantinople and handed over to the carriage dealer. The four-wheeled carriage transporting volcanic ash in the village can't move yet. I plan to take advantage of this autumn to pave a road between Pustbump Mountain and Wall Village." The straight road shortens the time to go to the Lava River Sulfur Mine in Pustule Mountain to less than two days. The mountain road in Oak Ridge is too difficult to walk. After the first heavy snow every year, from Wall Village to High Lansa City It becomes very difficult to walk, and if we want to transport the sulfur mine out safely, we have to repair this road."

The tidal flat in the lower reaches of the river bend has now become a fertile field, and the canal dug by the kobold slaves sparkles in the moonlight.

Suldak stood up, took two steps forward, and said to the old village chief:

"I plan to repair the pond in the Beigou Grassland this autumn. At least it can store some water, so that the seabuckthorn grass and immortality grass on the slopes can start to grow in the spring. We need to build a pasture. Then The land on the side is low-lying and the water and grass are luxuriant in summer. It is definitely not a good place. As long as the drought in the dry season can be solved, the grassland there can grow."

The old village head still has reservations about building a pasture to herd sheep.

In the past, Woer Village did not renovate the Beigou pasture, and raised a large group of gazelles. Now it is necessary to renovate the Beigou pasture, which means investing a lot of manpower, material resources and money. The old village head does not think he will eat more mutton What can be changed.

Village Chief Brett said, "Dark, even if we don't build a pasture, that pasture is enough for us to raise gazelle."

Thinking of the ogre, Suldak quickly waved his hand and said, "We need to increase the number of sheep, otherwise these yellow sheep are not enough for Gulitum to eat alone. Apart from these yellow sheep, I also plan to raise some horses, maybe there will be a guard battalion knight squadron here in the future, there must be a place to put the horses."

"I 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 to seventy horses. The Beigou Grassland is not big enough for hundreds of war horses.

"Of course it needs to be raised. If Wall Village is to continue to develop, the Beigou Grassland must be operated." Suldak said.

Unlike yellow sheep, horses can also be counted as wealth in the Green Empire. If it weren't for the bandit group and the northern rebels donating horses twice, it would be impossible for Wall Village to have so many horses now. More than 50 horses are worth at least two dollars. More than a hundred gold, the value of the war horse must be higher.

Suldak continued:

"After the Harvest Festival, the militia battalion will go into the barren land for field training, and also need to organize a small logistics supply team, which also needs horses."

The old village head looked at Suerdak in astonishment, and asked, "Your militia battalion that has been receiving rations and never assembled?"

"Um……"

Suldak agreed.

...

Pushing open the yard gate, Surdak led the horse in.

Lead the Gubolai horse to the stable on the side, and unsaddle the saddle without a sound. The trough in the stable is covered with chopped alfalfa.

Suldak was just about to fetch a bucket of water from the water jar by the wall.

The wooden door of the villa was pushed open, and Rita, who was wearing pajamas and pajamas, walked out yawning and said to Surdak, "Why did you come back? Natasha and I saw you and the old village chief passing by the square, you Haven't eaten yet?"

Without waiting for Suldak's answer, Rita quickly took over Suldak's bucket and said to him, "Go in, leave this to me!"

As soon as the lights were turned on in the hall on the first floor, Suldak walked in and saw Natasha tiptoeing to put the lampshade of the wall lamp back on.

Seeing Suldak walking in with a tired face, he walked forward silently, regardless of his dusty body, gave him a big hug, and then handed him a wet towel, while he was wiping When he was facing his face, Natasha began to help him untie the leather armor on his body. I don’t know how long this set of salamander leather armor has been worn on his body. The shirt inside the leather armor has white salt stains. How many times have you soaked in sweat.

The buckles on the leather armor left several deep indentations on Suldak's shoulders, and Suldak's whole body was sour.

Natasha stood behind Suldak, put her face on his sweaty back, put her hands around his waist, and hugged him tightly.

"what……"

Suldak turned his head slightly and asked.

In his memory, Natasha has always been the kind of woman who stood silently behind her. She would not take the initiative or refuse. She was timid, careful, gentle and sensitive, but she would not take the initiative.

"It's nothing, I just want to hug you."

Natasha hid behind Suldak and whispered.

"Ahem, I thought the two of you would be in the restaurant..." Rita stood at the door in her pajamas, coughed twice, then walked past the two of them as if nothing had happened, and walked up to the second floor.

"Ah, I forgot that you haven't had dinner yet. I left a fried meatloaf in the kitchen. It's probably still hot now!"

Natasha woke up suddenly, and quickly ran into the kitchen behind the restaurant.

Suldak hung the untied leather armor on the wooden shelf at the door, wiped his face, and then walked into the dining room...

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