Lu Jingzhi did not give any help to the Black Forest Village, and even forcibly confiscated all their food output, and even stipulated how much food they had to hand over every day, and those who did not pay enough would starve. Once you have enough food, you have to work four hours a day to eat fish and meat. If you just collect food and hand it in, you can only eat breadfruit. Their job was to cut wood in the Black Forest, and then build long trestles and tall wooden buildings over the Blackwater River for ships to dock and load and unload cargo.

It's also strange to say that the former fat knights raised the villagers as pigs, and came to catch some at the end of each year, so the villagers treated themselves as pigs. And Lu Jingzhi treated the villagers as laborers, let them work, and assigned work points every day, and distributed food according to the workload, so the villagers should sell their physical strength in exchange for food that should belong to them. No one even complained, which is very memorable in the eyes of normal people. The young knight snatched the food that belonged to the villagers, and then forced them to work before they were willing to give them food, which was extremely unreasonable, but the villagers quickly accepted it.

"This young master, why are they so obedient?" Sijiu asked strangely, "Didn't they hand over those foods?"

Lu Jingzhi cut off and said disdainfully: "If you use your brain, you will die, young master, I'm not giving them food, I'm giving them living space." Anyone can nibble on two breadfruits when picking food every day, is it possible that the young master will keep an eye on them and not be allowed to eat secretly? But without my permission, who dares to say that he is full, and that is not to tell others that he ate food secretly when he collects it...... Hmph!"

This strange young master is really a little yin and scary, Sijiu thought to himself.

Whether it is the roadside thatched house in Shanqian Village or the riverside trestle in Black Forest Village, they are all trading posts planned by Lu Jingzhi in the coming months. One guards Tongyi Avenue, and the other is close to the Heishui River, both of which are convenient places for transportation. If you can build up a trade fleet and a fleet, then you will be able to control the trade with all places.

"Forty-nine, you said that if you let them learn knowledge, will they learn it?" Lu Jingzhi looked at the villagers who were herded by the undead like pigs before, and at this time they were doing decent work, and couldn't help but have a strange idea - let these people learn to read and write, and learn some basic culture.

Sijiu scratched his head and asked, "This young master, what kind of knowledge are you talking about? Is it a craft?" In Sijiu's view, what can be said to be able to learn must be exquisite craftsmanship, not this kind of ability to build a house that can be learned by selling coolies.

Lu Jingzhi smiled dumbly, and said: "Don't you say that I have forgotten, even you and the young master and I have not learned what knowledge is for so long, I still want to teach them, it is really a lack of people's hearts - both Long and Wangshu." ”

Sijiu listened to it and secretly said, "Is the human heart bitter?" I didn't dare to taste it, maybe this strange young master has eaten the human heart. But judging from the time he has been with this strange young master, he is not such a fierce person. But this is also perhaps, this strange young master is mixed with the adults of the undead clan, in case he is influenced or persecuted by them, it is also possible that he has to eat a human heart. After the last duel with that big fat knight, I didn't have to eat a corpse insect ice pill.

Lu Jingzhi didn't know the grotesque thoughts in Sijiu's heart, what he wanted to think about was who to trade with and what to use as currency after the trading post was built. The avenue on the side of the mountain village can be used, and if you follow this avenue, you can go to the border village. It wouldn't be safe any further, after all, they had just fought with the knights of Lord Ados, and they didn't necessarily let themselves buy and sell things. It is better to establish a trade circle in the sphere of influence of the Duke of Windsor, determine the value of the most basic trading items, and then develop foreign trade. If it is a small transaction and it is very frequent, you can consider using sulfur as the main currency, this thing is a consumable for the undead, and a large amount of sulfur is used every year to prevent their body from rotting, so its value is relatively stable. If it is a large transaction, it is better to use gold coins. Transactions between large castles and even in the national capital are done with gold coins, but there is no gold mine on the duke's side, and if you want gold coins, you have to exchange more materials with caravans.

"My lord, today's food has been picked. "The head of the Black Forest village came to report. This reporting system is also a rule set by Lu Jingzhi for Black Forest Village, as long as he is in the village, the village chief must report to him. If he is not in the village, then the village chief is the highest officer, and all the villagers have to report important matters to the village chief. What is important, the village chief has the final say. If the village chief wants to know what lunch everyone in the village has eaten one day, then the villagers must also tell the village chief about the lunch.

"Previously they were pigs and you were swineherds, but now they are men and you are their chief. If you can control them, you will be in charge, and if you can't control them, you will be in charge of them by another person, and this 'them' includes you. "That's what the young knight said. The village chief didn't think there was anything wrong with this.

Lu Jingzhi glanced at the breadfruit placed beside him, in the former Black Forest Village, breadfruit was eaten and picked at any time, and due to the environmental impact of geothermal heat and mountain cols, there was breadfruit to eat all year round. But now that it's taken off, it's time to think about how to keep it longer, and only when it's preserved can it have trading value. As a customer, no one wants to buy rotten fruit.

"Village Chief, do you know how to fry dough?" Lu Jingzhi asked. If you fry the food and remove the water from it, it should last a little longer.

The village chief of Mune shook his head, indicating that he would not. Their demand for food is very low, and the meat and fish are basically grilled and eaten, regardless of whether they taste good or not, as long as they can eat to their heart's content.

It seems that I can only cook it myself. Lu Jingzhi instructed Sijiu and Silly Er to find a clean place by the river, build a new stove, and fry breadfruit to taste. He had seen the method of breadfruit in drifting novels before, but he had never bought breadfruit to practice it.

The stoves were quickly ready, and there were no iron pots in the Black Forest village, but there were natural shales, and with the orogeny, these shales were exposed to wind and rain, and over time, there were peeling rocks everywhere. Lu Jingzhi found a thin stone slab that was relatively flat and slightly dented on one side, and let the fool put it on the stove and make it into something like a stone pot. He removed a layer of fat from the pork, cut it into small pieces, poured it into a stone pot, and made a fire under the stove while the pot was hot. After about ten minutes, the stone pot was hot, and Lu Jingzhi didn't have a shovel, so he tied a piece of wood with a branch and used it to turn the fat meat. After another two minutes or so, an aroma wafted out of the stone pot, and the lard had already been fried from the fatty meat. Lu Jingzhi continued to stir-fry, frying the fat into oil residue, and half a pot of lard came out of the stone pot. Looking at the lard as clear as water and smelling the aroma of oil residue, Lu Jingzhi almost couldn't help drooling. He resisted the urge to taste a small piece of oil, fished it all out, put it on a washed stone plate, let it cool for later use, then put the sliced breadfruit in the oil, added some hard wood to the fire, and heated the oil and fried it vigorously.

After working for more than an hour, Lu Jingzhi fried more than ten catties of breadfruit slices. According to the effect of frying different breadfruit slices with different thicknesses for the first time, Lu Jingzhi carefully selected an optimal thickness, and then asked Sijiu to take the villagers to carefully cut the rest of the breadfruit into this thickness, and then fried it quickly with high heat oil. The sweet and fragrant taste amazed Lu Jingzhi, a foodie who was used to eating snacks in the world, while the other villagers ate this fried breadfruit slice as quickly as possible, which was a peerless delicacy for those of them who were accustomed to the nutrition of breadfruit but lacked taste adjustment. What's more, there is not a single bit of water in the fried breadfruit slices, and as long as they are sealed well, they will not spoil for several months.

"This young master, you will still be able to learn about it. Sijiu said in surprise. In ancient times, it refers to cooking meat-based meals, if it is ordinary rice or vegetarian dishes, it is called cooking, and if it is boiling soup, it is called cooking. Although Sijiu has no culture and doesn't know how to distinguish the meaning of these words, he naturally remembers it after listening to the people in the village a lot when he was a child.

Lu Jingzhi clapped his hands and said, "What is this matter? I think I ...... at the beginning" Speaking of this, he suddenly remembered the past, his heart was agitated, he choked up and couldn't go on, hurriedly turned around and walked away, and shed two lines of tears with his back to everyone - he was homesick. When Lu Jingzhi was in the world, he guarded the father who only knew how to read books and prepare for classes and do experiments, and a mother who often worked overtime and came home late, and starvation was a common thing. By the time he was in the second grade of elementary school, he had learned how to make simple scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and by the fourth grade he was already the head chef of the family. Of course, this skill is nothing in his opinion, but the smell of crispy fried taro chips reminds him of the feeling of home. The thoughts that had been struggling between life and death and forgetting came to my heart at once.

Sijiu couldn't help but be stunned when he saw Lu Jingzhi suddenly walk away in the middle of speaking, and then thought that this strange young master had always been unexpected, so he couldn't be thinking about it at this time. He paid no more attention to it, did not dare to disturb it, but turned back and continued to eat the fried breadfruit slices he had been given.

The second goods are always the second goods, and no matter how edible the second goods are, they will not become foodies. Lu Jingzhi calmed down, and when he turned around, he saw Sijiu grabbing fried breadfruit slices and eating wildly, and he couldn't help but curse in his heart. "Forty-nine, tell the village chief to find a few people who can do the work, and learn to fry this thing with you tomorrow. After it is fried, put it in a basket made of branches, let's take it away, young master, I will be of great use. Sijiu agreed while eating, and ran to arrange it with the village chief. Lu Jingzhi shook his head and sighed, thinking to himself: Sijiu, this kid, is still too stupid. In fact, in terms of age, Sijiu is much older than him.

If smoked bacon from Yamamae and breadchard slices from Black Forest can become the main products, these two villages, whose main output is food, will be eligible to become the main producers of goods and trade the produce of other villages.

If you want to know what happens next, let's see the next breakdown.