While Linda was in the back garden explaining her textile base plan to the nobles who had come to the tea party, there was a scene of labor in full swing in her domain.

"Tristan, don't be lazy, get the last basket of tiles!" a middle-aged man with one arm, standing on the roof, yelled at the bottom of the house.

At the feet of the middle-aged man was the last small piece of the roof where no tiles were placed.

"Uncle Mark, the tiles are here!" Tristan on the ground lifted a basket full of tiles to the roof with a long bamboo pole.

After taking the last basket of tiles, Mark continued to yell at Tristan, "You go now and prepare the things for tomorrow's entry into the mountain, we will go early in the morning, I am fed up with the taste of sleeping on the floor!"

"Yes, uncle!" Tristan agreed, placing the pole on the ground and running into the newly built house.

The mission of this sturdy bamboo pole has not been completed, and it will continue to function as a clothes pole in the future.

When he walked into the house, Tristan felt more satisfaction than ever, as he and his family had helped the dwarves build it.

Tristan's ancestors were knights, but when it came to his father's generation, he returned to the ranks of commoners. His father and uncle fought in the army to return to the knightly class, but his father died at a young age, and his uncle Mark retired after being wounded and losing an arm.

The disability pension barely survived, and the difficult time before Mark's healing and Tristan's mother died almost cost the family.

The uncle and nephew, who depended on each other, picked up weapons and walked into the deep mountains and old forests to live by hunting monsters.

Although Mark broke an arm, his strength was good, and with the cooperation of Tristan's bow and arrow, the uncle and nephew were able to join forces to deal with the slightly stronger monsters.

A few months ago, Mark's old comrades-in-arms found them and persuaded Mark to go to Linda's factory to start a new life.

Mark agreed, and he and Tristan packed their bags and left the village in the mountains, visiting an old comrade-in-arms on the way.

How to think that his old comrade-in-arms was killed while hunting Warcraft a few years ago, leaving only a daughter.

With the girl's consent, the three of them embark on a journey to a new life.

It's just that Mark thought that after two years, the girl named Isolde would marry her when she was old enough, but he didn't want to be given a head start by his nephew halfway through.

Mark could only endure helplessly.

Tristan and the others had just halfway up the fence when they arrived, and the residential area was still a newly started construction site.

Mark used his remaining hand to pull out his homestead from the wooden box, and then took Tristan and Isolde to help the dwarves build their new house.

Mark is a disabled soldier, so the purchase price of the house is discounted by 5%, and the rest of the money can be paid off in installments over a period of 10 years, and they can also reduce some of the costs by helping to build the house.

Now the house is built, but you still have to prepare your own furniture.

If Mark hadn't brought all the family's ancestral silver cutlery with him before leaving home, they would have had trouble eating during this time.

Now their dining table is a pile of bricks, and the chairs are three small piles of bricks, and tomorrow they will have to go out with a few carpenters to the mountains to chop wood and make furniture.

There was a hint of aroma wafting through the room, the smell of toasted brown bread wafting from the kitchen.

"Isolde," Tristan called out toward the back kitchen, "is the bread baked?"

"Right away. Isolde, who was in the kitchen, replied, "The water is already boiling." ”

Tristan, seeing that tomorrow's food in the woods is fine, began to tidy up the weapons and equipment stacked in the corner of the antechamber.

There was a "bang" outside the house, the house was capped, and Mark on the roof jumped straight from above with a basket.

When Mark walked inside, Isolde was taking the baked brown bread from the kitchen to the antechamber.

"Isolde, you can go to work tomorrow, you can't help with the furniture. Mark said.

"Yes, uncle. Isolde replied.

When they arrived, Tristan and Tristan were assigned jobs for the future, and because they were still young, the factory personnel department assigned them to work on the chicken farm that provided food to the factory.

"Hello, is anyone there?" someone called out the door.

"Please come in!" Mark yelled outside.

Entering the room was a young man, dressed in scholar's robes, holding a board of parchment and a quill with a vial of ink hanging from one end.

These young people are poor students invited by Linda from the Knowledge City, and they can get paid well for a year of working here, and if they do well, they can work in Linda's territory in the future.

"Tristan and Isolde are there, right?" asked the young student.

"Isolde and I are here. Tristan replied.

"That's right. "The factory organizes an evening school where you can learn writing and arithmetic in the evening, I wonder if you would like to go." ”

"Do you want money?" asked Mark.

The young student smiled and replied, "Anyone who works here can study for free." Almost all of the people he visited asked this kind of question.

"Go, go, go, both!" Mark hurriedly helped the two little ones agree, and Tristan and Isolde nodded their heads non-stop.

"Okay, I made a note of it. The young student drew two on parchment, "The start of school is just around the corner, and there will be a special notice at that time." ”

The young student had just walked on his front foot when another female student asked in the doorway, "Is Mark there?"

The schoolgirl walked into the room and asked Mark, "Is your right hand flexible?"

"You can kill a bear!" Mark, who seemed to feel underestimated, roared with a wave of his right hand.

The female student asked again, unconcerned, "There is a job in the factory that you should be able to do, are you willing to do it?"

Mark frowned and asked, "Are you going to carry something?"

"It's not. The female student replied, "It is said that you can do it as long as you can stir circles with your hands." ”

"It's not going to let me fetch water, is it?" said Mark, remembering the reels used to fetch water from the well.

The schoolgirl shook her head and said, "No, this job requires a lot of people, and it won't let so many people fetch water." ”

Mark thought for a moment and said, "I'll promise to come down first, and I'll do it for a while." ”

"Okay, I made a note of it. The schoolgirl drew a picture on her parchment, "We'll let you know when the work begins." ”

Mark never imagined that this decision of his would change the rest of his life.

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