A bitter cold wind raged across the barren lands of the Frontier Princes, whistling through the onset of winter.

Peaceful times always fly by, almost a month has passed since the last battle, and the "Broken Claw Tribe" has also ushered in a period of rapid development.

At about seven o'clock in the morning, in the "Lord's Cabin" in the middle of the camp, Stone woke up from his bed on time and stretched out a lot.

Yes, he finally had his own bed, and though it was a simple patchwork of a few planks and a few thick pieces of goatskin, it looked very rudimentary, but he was satisfied.

In a green-skinned tribe with poor materials and basically isolated from the outside world, having such a shelter of their own is already called luxurious.

The new wooden house was divided into two floors, the lower floor was a large space, where the two retinues of Big Bear and Skarsnik usually slept, and occasionally used to gather their men for meetings to discuss tribal affairs.

The upper floor is a private space belonging to the stone itself, where eating and living are located.

He called a few of the best craftsmen to make a few pieces of wooden furniture according to the memories of his previous life, so that his quality of life made a qualitative leap.

Although the conditions of the tribe are difficult, as long as there is a way, he will still try to make himself comfortable, and this little problem in his previous life has not changed at all.

Not long after he opened his eyes, a system message appeared, which somewhat affected his mood for the new day.

[New January starts, income: teeth 204, expenditure: teeth 352, remaining: teeth 987]

With the increase in the number of goblins and elves in the tribe, the economic problems of the territory have finally surfaced.

Don't think that primitive greenskin societies don't have an economic system, on the contrary, they not only have, but they are stable.

Although their trade methods are still at the lowest stage of bartering, the general equivalent has appeared, and as mentioned before, that is, teeth, whether they are green-skinned or the teeth of other intelligent races or creatures, as long as they are large enough, can be used as currency to circulate within and between tribes.

The unit of the system to measure teeth is based on goblins, each goblin's tooth is one unit, and the purchasing power of each tooth of the orcs in the greenskin tribe is twice that of the goblin teeth, so it is equal to two units, as for the fart spirits, the rotten teeth of these little guys are not wanted.

A goblin can produce eight to nine naturally detached teeth per month, and the same is true for orcs, so as long as the number of greenskins of a tribe is stable, the total amount of currency it produces is also stable.

Teeth are suitable for preservation, but they will wear out over time, so there will be no increase and no decrease, and there will be no economic crisis such as inflation, which is the price of soaring and purchasing power declining, so although the green financial system looks primitive, it is very stable.

According to the stone's requirements, the goblin boys will turn in half of the lost teeth every month, which is 4.

If you deduct their own maintenance costs from the 2 teeth, the remaining 2 are the only source of income for the current realm.

As for the expenses, there are too many, from the shaman to the old rotten teeth, down to the lowest-level fart and hard labor, and the maintenance fee must be paid per capita every month, and the price is clearly marked.

If the time is up and the salary cannot be paid, the territorial obedience will be reduced immediately, and when the obedience is reduced, there will be rebellion and infighting in minutes.

This is no joke, the current total monthly income of the territory is negative 148, which means that if there is no new source of income, the remaining tooth inventory will only be enough to support half a year.

This is also thanks to the invaders of the "Red Fang Tribe" who contributed more than 700 teeth, otherwise the stone would have to be declared bankrupt in a few months.

In preparation for a rainy day, he had to plan for the future, is it to continue to expand the size of the tribe and increase the number of greenskins? Or cut spending, reduce the number of troops?

The answer is obvious, open source is always more important than throttling, and Stone firmly believes that money is not saved, but spent!

We are green-skinned, and we have no money to go out and rob them, otherwise we will pull out all the boys' teeth?

Putting the bad news behind him, the stone took something from the bedside table, threw it in his mouth, and got up as he chewed.

This is a special variety called Ooze Squiger.

By chewing, he can make this long, small Squigg wander between the roots of his teeth, eating the food scraps between his teeth and taking care of his oral hygiene.

As for the taste...... It's like chewing gum.

Opening the door, the stone roared downstairs, and the big bear, who usually slept underneath, knew that the head had woken up to eat, and immediately went out and brought up half of the dried juicy Squigg and gave it to him.

Theoretically, all squiggles are edible, but they have different tastes, and some can even be used as spices, but the most delicious squiggs are still squid-like mollusks.

Juicy Squigg lives at the very bottom of the pond in the middle of a mushroom field, and there are not many of them, but very few fart boys can catch them in that dim environment, so it's rare.

However, it is not difficult for the stone to eat them, because he has an entourage who is very good at catching this kind of Squiger, no, it should be said that he knows all the growth habits of Squiger, so the stone can taste this delicacy every now and then.

With high-end ingredients, when it comes to cooking techniques, then the stone is the best choice.

As a foodie, his cooking skills must be excellent, hard enough to easily crush most chefs in this world, after all, this is just a backward world similar to the European Middle Ages, how can he be compared with him who has been influenced by 5,000 years of food culture.

As for the green-skinned boys in the tribe who have never seen the world, they have long fallen under the cooking skills of their own leaders.

On the night that Stone woke up, he personally took action and held one of the liveliest roasted sheep in the history of the Broken Claw Tribe, both to celebrate the victory of the battle and the upgrade of the territory, and to welcome the new boys.

As a traditional project of the tribe, whether it is a bloody and exciting bastard, or a roasted whole sheep that is charred on the outside and tender on the inside, it is an eye-opener for Greenskin and Skarsnik, who have just surrendered.

Of course, what impressed them the most was the craftsmanship of the chief, compared to the barbecue he made himself, everything he had eaten before was used to feed Squiger!

If there was anyone who wasn't so happy that day, it was the goblin brothers, Redhead and Redlegs, who wept as they remembered their heroically killed mounts and clung to their thigh bones.

The two black goats that had made great achievements were not wasted, and they went into the stomachs of these green skins cleanly.

When Skasnick found the juicy Squigg in the mushroom field, he immediately caught it and presented it to the stone.

Sure enough, out of the persistence of a foodie, he quickly developed the most delicious way to eat Squiger, which is to dry it naturally and then tear it by hand, just like his close relative, squid.

In this way, its unique umami can be completely preserved, and the taste is the same as beef jerky, delicate and delicious, with an endless aftertaste.

Of course, it would be great to slice fresh juicy Squigg and stir-fry it with red mushrooms, but the stone prefers the taste of air-dried, and the fact that it is easy to make and preserve is as convenient as a snack, so most of the juicy Squigg is made into jerky for him to enjoy.

For him, standing by the window after waking up, slowly munching on delicious jerky, while condescendingly patrolling his territory, is the most comfortable time of the day.