In the workshop where Mark works, there is a row of small round machines that appear to be a large ring with a few legs under it and a rocker next to it.

If Charles were here, he would have the same bewildered look Mark had when he first saw the machines, because he had already crossed by the time this guy appeared and became popular online.

At this moment there stood a young woman about his age standing next to the machine that Mark was using, and she was threading the wool thread from the basket on the machine according to the regulations.

"Good morning, Flancy. Mark absentmindedly greeted the young woman, "Excuse me, I can't do these things." ”

Like Mark, Francis is also the child of the "Last Knight", and neither of them has ever returned to the ranks of knights.

Originally, Flancy was married to a knight, but in the war that cost Mark his brother and left hand many years ago, Francis's husband also lost his life.

The two have similar experiences that give them a common language.

Because of her literacy, numeracy and flexibility, diligence and decency, she soon became the person in charge of this workshop.

"Good morning, Mark. Flancy noticed that Mark's expression was a little wrong, "You are not in good spirits today, what happened?"

Mark shook his head, sighed and said, "It's nothing, it's just that the children in the family have grown up." ”

Flancy was stunned for a moment, then asked in a low voice, "Did they kill someone?"

Mark shook his head and said, "Not really, it's just that the young man's wings are stiff and he wants to fly." ”

At this time, there was a trumpet sound outside, and it was time to start work.

"Let's not talk about them. Mark sat down in front of his machine, "What are you going to do today?"

He asked knowingly, because every day before going to work, Flangeles would write down the day's work on the small blackboard next to each of their workers' seats.

"Today I want to knit a scarf, the more the better. Flancy replied with a smile.

"Well, I actually prefer to knit hats. Mark moved his right hand, and after confirming that the counter on the machine was cleared, he first tried to shake the joystick of the machine a few times, and after confirming that the machine was normal, he began to shake it with proper strength.

The wool thread in the basket is constantly swallowed by the machine, and then the needles in the machine constantly rise and fall in a regular manner, weaving the wool thread into a long cylinder.

After tying the two ends of the cylinder together, it is a scarf, and some workers in the factory have also developed the usage of tying the two ends of the cylinder scarf with a slipknot and then putting a little thing in it.

If the cylinder is not woven that long, it is a beanie hat that is not round after wearing, just right to wear under the helmet.

Knit it a little smaller, and then you can use it as a sock.

At the beginning, Diana saw that the research and development of the sewing machine was in trouble, so she tried to draw a picture of the "automatic knitting sweater artifact" that she had played on the Internet before crossing and showed it to the Forging Temple for research.

This machine is capable of weaving wool not only into cylinders, but also into sheets.

Now in the textile mill, a large wool bobbin is used for the body, two smaller wool bobbins are used for the sleeves, and two pieces of wool are used for the shoulders, and after sewing, it is a passable wool sweater.

Although the nobles looked down on these coarse wool products, they were cheap, so they were quickly welcomed by the grassroots people.

The first batch of sweaters, scarves, hats, and socks that were tried to be put on the market were quickly snapped up by locals, and only some merchants were able to get a small amount of the goods.

Many local merchants handed Linda slips, hoping to get more goods, and Linda's reply to them was to ask the merchants to talk to the textile factory themselves.

When a few businessmen came to Mark's factory, the person in charge of the factory spread his hands, "You guys are late, the military has just placed an order for two factories in our north before, and the military will buy as much as the factory produces." ”

"You pay for it with food, and that's not out of the question. ”

"The things you produce require workers to work overtime, so you have to let the workers have enough to eat before they have the strength to work, right?"

"The price is okay, then I can only let the workers sleep a little less at night. But then the workers will not be happy, they will definitely shout that they want to pay more or they will go home and sleep, or you will give more?"

So Mark and the others began to work overtime from 8 a.m. to 8 p.m. every day after the wool arrived at the factory.

Many aristocrats who had a wait-and-see attitude towards Linda's textile factory began to be moved, and the fact that they didn't wear those woolen clothes didn't mean they didn't know how profitable those things were, so some aristocratic lords began to prepare to build factories.

In the middle of the month, the trumpets of overtime finally sounded, and the workers finished their day's work, and then walked towards the large canteen, where overtime workers were provided with supper.

There was only one machine left running in the entire workshop, and Mark was intently rocking the joystick.

After checking that the windows in the workshop were closed, Flancy came up behind Mark and said, "Mark, it's time to get off work." ”

Mark didn't stop, he said, "When I'm done shaking the remaining half basket of yarn, I'll go back, and I'll lock the door." ”

Although he had been working all day, Mark, who was in good health, felt that his hands still had some strength.

Flancy didn't leave, and the last thing she left every day was a rule she had set for herself.

Then Mark said to her: "I want to discuss something with you, isn't there still two empty machines here, and it is not the same thing for my nephew Tristan to come here to work, he is half the age and is not small, and it is not the same thing to go to raise chickens all the time." ”

Frosis realized that Mark had something on his mind today, and that the request he made today was not in order, so she asked, "What, is something going on in your house?"

At this moment Mark stopped, and the machine's counter showed that the machine had turned enough laps of a scarf, and he said to Fross, "Please help me collect the needle." ”

Flancy shook her head, then picked up the needle and thread on the side to help him put the scarf away, and then wound the new yarn into the machine.

Mark can do these things too, but he only has one hand, and he says that it is a bit of a problem for him to do it, so he usually asks Flancy to help.

Mark said to Fross, who was helping out beside him, "Tristan and Gnavier want to try their luck in the Knowledge City, so the family needs to prepare some money. ”

"That's right. Fross, who had wound the thread, stood aside, and she understood why Mark had stayed and worked overtime, his work was paid by the piece.

She thought for a moment and said, "It's not in line with the rules to let him work, but it's not that there is no other way to make more money." ”

"What's the solution?" asked Mark, curious.

Froncy said, "You are all members of the factory protection team, and you have the right to distribute the spoils of war first after hunting the monsters. The next time a monster comes, you'll want that fat and thin meat. ”

"I have an ancestral bacon recipe here, you can use the meat of Warcraft to make bacon, my father used to make it, it tastes very good, and it should be able to sell it in the city on his day off for a good price. ”

Bacon or something, Mark had only seen the aristocratic lord eat it when he was a soldier before, and since it was the aristocratic lord's food, it was definitely not cheap, and he thought that even if it couldn't be sold to the aristocratic lord, it would be good to sell it to the restaurant of the adventurer's union.

Thinking of this, Mark's eyes suddenly lit up, there was no need to wait for the monsters or anything to come, he took Tristan into the mountains to hunt on his day off.

"Thank you so much. Mark thanked him heartily.

"Ouch!" snorted Flangelis.

Mark shrunk his neck and immediately withdrew his hand, just now he subconsciously learned the handshake of the noble lord, and he used a lot of strength.