I led the Goblin Culture to victory.

Chapter 188. Isn't a stone wall just made of stone?

"Are there any other tools on the manor?"

Li Moss hadn't seen any tools in the warehouse before, but there were pottery jars and their matching stands, as well as tableware piled up in the kitchen.

These frequently used items should have a storage location outside of a warehouse.

"Yes, sir."

Farol turned and strode toward the main house.

Li Mosi reached out and stopped him.

"No rush, finish your food first and then look at it. Just tell me a general idea."

"Yes, sir, let me think about it."

Farol held the wooden bowl and began to reminisce.

"There are over thirty axes for logging and chopping wood, a dozen or so shovels, and only seven pickaxes. If we repair the broken ones, we could probably gather a dozen or so..."

As he recalled, he gave a general description of the various tools.

The tools in the warehouse were small but complete, like a knight's cape, except that there were very few pickaxes.

After all, there aren't many minerals to mine in this area.

They were purely prepared for digging into the hard, deep soil at some point.

However, these tools are sufficient to meet the current needs.

Li Mosi nodded and looked at the people.

The artisan's children and wives had stopped eating, while many of the villagers were trying to eat more.

Some craftsmen don't need to work so hard.

They naturally have large appetites, and having not eaten meat for a long time, they ate voraciously.

Fortunately, the meat wasn't too oily.

Otherwise, it might cause gastritis.

If Farol can eat six bowls, these people in their prime will naturally eat even more.

He began by saying, "I need some people to keep an eye on the work with the people. Do you have anyone you can recommend?"

The territory is currently only this small.

He planned to organize people using the simplest recommendation system first.

That would be wonderful!

"have!"

Farol nodded vigorously.

"Sir, the shepherd's son is quite good. He can tell the number of people with just one glance, and he can definitely keep an eye on these guys, making sure they don't have a chance to slack off."

Li Mosi nodded.

"Anything else?"

"My lord, the craftsmen's second son and daughter, though young, are smarter than the common people. They should be able to assist you in managing the people."

Li Mosi looked at the families of those skilled workers.

Blacksmith, carpenter, leatherworker, tailor, stonemason, brewer, shepherd.

Every family has at least three children.

According to the customs of that era, only the eldest son could inherit the craft, while the second son would usually receive a small share of property or land to ensure their survival.

Only families of tailors, brewers, and shepherds could have the eldest daughter inherit the family business.

These jobs are relatively less physically demanding, or rather, they require more technical skills than pure physical fitness.

Like a shepherd, although he is called a shepherd, before the time travel, he could be called a "livestock expert".

Herding cattle and sheep is just a daily task; they also need to know how to treat diseases, shear wool, and slaughter animals.

According to my memory from visiting each family before, the blacksmith's family has three children. The eldest son will be an adult in a few years, while the second son and daughter are only around eight years old.

This is considered young for a family of artisans.

Of the four children in the carpenter's family, only one is around five years old, the oldest will be an adult next year, and the two in the middle will be ten years old soon.

The leatherworker's living conditions were perhaps too harsh; besides his eldest son who had just come of age, he only had two four-year-old children and an infant under three years old.

The tailor's eldest daughter had just come of age, and her four younger sisters were already ten years old.

The eldest son in the stonemason's family came of age last year. He has a younger sister who is about the same age and strong as him, as well as two younger sisters who are almost ten years old.

The brewer's family, perhaps influenced by his profession, had a total of seven children.

The children have a huge age gap; the eldest son and daughter are already adults, while their younger siblings are at most seven years old, and the youngest has just learned to walk.

The shepherd's family seemed to be quite unrestrained, with the ages of all eight children appearing in an arithmetic sequence, starting with the eldest son and decreasing by one year.

With so many people, there are certainly enough to assign different tasks based on age groups.

"Ugh...hiccup—ugh!"

Just as he was about to make arrangements, discordant voices arose among the people.

He threw up!

"What happened?"

"He's eating vomit!"

"He ate so much he threw up!"

bang bang bang...

Just as Li Mosi was about to step forward to check the situation, Zi'an ran past him like a gust of wind.

"Stop arguing! Tell me one by one what's going on! Stop eating!"

She kicked the villager who was picking up her vomit to the ground and frowned as she looked at the villagers around her.

"Waaaaah~ Mommy~ Ugh—"

Li Moss quickly walked towards the people, with Zi Yi, the Saintess, and Farol following him.

He recognized the leader as soon as he walked over.

This is the skinny young man who lives to the west of the middle-aged man with the broken leg!

He even requested a tax exemption for singles this year!

"Ugh—ugh—"

The young man covered his mouth tightly, his eyes were bloodshot, and he vomited repeatedly, only to stop halfway through.

He made a sound like he was banging on a door!

He made a sound like he was banging on a door!

Is this guy trying to choke to death?

Li Mosi took two steps forward, grabbed the young man and forced him to kneel down, then stomped on his back!

"vomit--"

wow-

"Huh!"

People around quickly moved away.

Zi Yi, Zi An, and the Holy Maiden also retreated.

Li Mosi resisted the urge to pay attention to the vomit and looked down at the young man in front of her.

"How much did you eat?"

"vomit--"

The young man's disgust hadn't subsided, and he could only shake his head repeatedly.

Iron Hammer, who was standing nearby, spoke up: "Sir, he ate ten bowls."

Li Mosi squinted at the vomit.

It was full of large chunks of meat that hadn't been chewed properly!

Do you think you're Zi'an?

"Ahem. Sorry, cough cough cough, I'm so sorry! Sir! I'm so sorry!"

The thin young man suppressed his nausea, turned around, and kowtowed repeatedly to Li Mosi.

"I'm so hungry. Cough, I'm afraid I won't survive the winter after the taxes are collected. After the autumn harvest, I'll only dare to eat one meal a day, cough cough cough cough..."

He seemed to be suppressing a cough as he finished pleading for mercy in one breath, and then he couldn't stop coughing as soon as he finished speaking.

Grass.

Li Mosi put on a look of disdain.

"After you've vomited, bury it with soil! Then go and get five more bowls!"

"Thank you, cough cough cough cough, thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!"

He ignored the young man's repeated thanks and turned to look at the other citizens.

"I don't want to see this foolish behavior again! They know exactly how much they can eat!"

After saying that, he turned and walked back to where he had been, leaving the young man kneeling on the spot, kowtowing and thanking him.

After walking a distance, Li Mosi looked at Farol.

"What's his situation?"

Farol thought for a moment.

"Sir, his family is one of the few farming families that doesn't have any debts. Perhaps he really doesn't want to be burdened with debt, which is why he's ended up like this."

"Ugh."

Zi'an sighed.

Zi Yi and the Holy Maiden kept their faces tense, sighing silently in their hearts.

Li Mosi continued the previous topic.

"I saw that the wheelwright had wheelwright parts and some tools at his house, so the blacksmith and carpenter tried to see if they could make more wheels."

"The shepherd and his eldest son continued their work, while also helping the people take care of their livestock."

"The stonemason led ten strong men from his village to quarry stone."

"The other craftsmen are not needed for the time being. Let them go to the woodland in the west with the people to cut down trees and pull weeds. I will tie strips of cloth to the trees that need to be cut down. After the trees are cut down, be sure to dig out the stumps and fill the ground with soil. The surrounding grass needs to be pulled up."

"The younger children from the craftsman's family can be called out to take care of the pregnant woman and the younger children, and they can also lead the children to pull weeds. The pregnant woman and the two men with broken legs can be in charge of cooking."

Listening to Li Mosi's arrangements, Zi Yi, Zi An, and the Holy Maiden nodded repeatedly.

Farol also memorized them one by one.

"Hiss~ My lord. We can manage all the other arrangements, but we don't have a place to quarry stones here."

Li Mosi pointed to the long wall to the north.

"Isn't a stone wall just made of stone?"