I led the Goblin Culture to victory.

Chapter 313 Casual Chatting, Busy Life

Li Mosi gestured with her chin toward the group of craftsmen working around a campfire in the distance.

Upon hearing his agreement, a group of craftsmen couldn't even wait for the oxcart; they unloaded their packages and toolboxes and headed towards the fire.

The carpenters and stonemasons by the campfire had already noticed what was happening. The carpenter from Valos Manor stood up and looked at Iron Hammer.

"Iron Hammer? What are you doing here?"

The carpenters at Matica and Toufat also stood up, as did several carpenters brought by Baron Stern, who rose with curiosity.

They were all quite curious.

Didn't the blacksmith say he'd stay on the manor to help make tools?

Why are you here at this time?

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Iron Hammer put his tools on the ground, looking completely bewildered.

What else can it do?

"Bring your tools and get to work."

Other craftsmen also placed their tools on the ground, and a series of clanging sounds immediately followed.

There are way too many of you!

The young carpenter, a step behind, stared in astonishment at the people stirring in the mud pit in the distance, and the slaves pounding the earth with their heaves.

"This is nothing, our territory is much larger."

The first craftsman handed over a freshly shaved wooden board, showing no distance from the young and unfamiliar carpenter.

After all, many of the people present had not met much before, or had never even met at all.

Since we're all listening to our late teacher, then we're all on the same side.

"I heard from them that our late master even conquered the manors outside..."

"Did the coachman say that?"

"Don't just stand there, lend a hand!"

The small talk lasted only a few words.

Iron Hammer pulled a hammer and a whetstone out of the box.

Although major repairs are impossible without a furnace, minor repairs are perfectly adequate.

He looked at the pile of tools that he didn't need for the time being.

Sizzle—Sizzle—

A harsh grinding sound soon rose up beside the fire.

Li Mosi stood there for a while, then looked away.

He turned to look at the cartwright and the coachman, pointing to the open space to the north.

"Park the car over there, and tie the cow to the fence."

"Yes, sir."

The coachman led the oxen by rope, while the cartwright helped push the cart from behind, and the cart slowly moved toward the open space.

Zi'an walked to Li Mosi's side, where the five wolf cubs were still thrashing about in her arms.

"My late teacher."

She reached out and pushed down the head of a wolf that was trying to lick her face.

"When I went back during the day, Ziyi and I discussed it."

She pointed towards the hammer.

"When a blacksmith repairs or makes tools, it seems possible to do it in separate tasks? For example, one person sharpens the blade, while another flattens or dulls it. That way, the repair is faster."

Li Mosi nodded gently.

sure.

I've already learned to proactively use the "learn one thing, apply it to other situations" technique.

"No problem, do it your way."

Upon hearing his words, Zi'an grinned.

"I've already spoken to the blacksmiths about this. Now I'll go teach my apprentices the rest of the Thousand Character Classic."

"Okay, go ahead."

Zi'an placed the wolf cub in Li Mosi's arms, then turned and walked away to an open space.

The disciple who had been silently following behind her for a long time moved forward with her.

Li Mosi lifted the wolf cub with all her might, looked around, and then looked at the cub in her arms.

"Eek!"

The wolf cub struggled and began to slide down, only stopping when its neck was caught, at which point it was unable to breathe.

Li Mosi quickly shook them a few times and lifted the wolf cubs up again.

Since there's no need for him, let's just continue training the kids.

He turned around and went back to where he started.

Hagi Saint rubbed his sore eyes and silently followed behind him.

With great effort, Li Mosi carried the wolf cub back to the entrance of the den, then bent down and placed the struggling cub back on the ground.

"sit down."

He pulled out some dried meat from his pocket and waved it in front of the wolf cubs.

"..."

I am bored.

The saintess stood behind him for a while, but found it all rather boring.

She turned her head and looked into the distance.

First, he looked at the construction team, which hadn't changed much, and then at the craftsmen in the distance.

The stonemasons and carpenters, who were the most numerous, were chatting idly while they worked, which immediately drew her attention.

The new carpenters were using standard wooden rulers to measure the semi-circular wood.

"How did they get this? It feels much more precise than the dimensions the lord used to tamper with!"

The young carpenter from Little Lake Manor drew a black line on the wood with a charcoal stick, and with a smile, he looked at the wooden ruler in his hand with some surprise.

He doesn't understand this.

But he just felt that this little gadget looked nice and was comfortable to use.

It's much more comfortable than using your hands and feet!

"Of course."

The old carpenter at Valos Manor grinned and deftly chopped down a block of wood with his axe.

"This was something my late master created."

The young carpenter nodded and carefully handed the wooden ruler to the person next to him.

This isn't his; be careful not to bump into it.

Only after the wooden ruler was handed to someone else did he feel relieved, and while busy with his work, he smiled and sighed.

"Our master and leader are so good to us! The leader said that as long as we work hard, we can get three days' worth of food for one day."

This is something I never dared to dream of in the past!

Upon hearing this, several carpenters who had arrived earlier stopped what they were doing and looked over curiously.

"leader?"

"Who is the leader?"

"Who is the leader?"

Different words, the same question.

They don't seem to have heard of this name before.

The young carpenter from Xiaohu Manor was stunned for a moment, as were the other newly arrived carpenters.

They looked at each other, and finally the young carpenter spoke up to explain.

"At once……"

Perhaps sensing that what he was about to say was somewhat disrespectful, he lowered his voice.

"That's the leader of the goblins, that lord is called the leader."

Upon hearing him say this, the people around him immediately understood.

"Oh~"

"I know, I know."

"That goblin lord who can speak human language..."

After expressing his feelings, the carpenter from Valos Manor leaned closer again.

"What else is the leader doing?"

"Chief...kill all the stewards left behind by Baron Talis!"

The young carpenter's tone was filled with excitement.

"There were at least twenty manor houses in front of all of us! I've never seen so many people before..."

The saintess frowned.

She turned her face away, no longer wanting to hear these comments about the nobility, and her gaze fell on the blacksmiths standing to the side.

After a period of hectic activity, the blacksmiths reassigned their respective responsibilities.

At that moment, only Iron Hammer had built a makeshift stove with a few bricks and was putting coal into it. The firelight illuminated his squinting eyes.

Perhaps there was enough coal, he removed the tongs and carefully blew on it with his mouth.

Sparks shot outwards, and the hammer quickly retracted.

Next, he stuffed the chipped axe inside to heat it, and after a while, he used tongs to take out the red-hot axe, then placed it on the anvil and slammed it down hard.

when!

when!

The other blacksmiths didn't light their furnaces.

They used whetstones or hammers to flatten the dull edges.

"Is your axe sharpened yet?"

"Almost there, almost there. These blades are too dull, it's too much trouble."

The blacksmiths chatted casually as they sharpened their knives.

Beside the group of blacksmiths, two carpenters were also busy with their own tasks.

Two young carpenters sat in front of a long log and sawed it into strips.

The person next to him took the long strip, scratched the surface for a while, and then cut it into sections of wooden handles.

The last few people inserted the whittled wooden handle into the hole in the axe that the blacksmith had just repaired, and hammered it in place.

The night passed quickly in a flurry of activity.