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In the morning, on a construction site in the ruins of the war, a two-story house was half-finished.

"Brothers, the clerk has already said that as long as we can complete the task in front of us before this evening, in addition to the fixed fifteen copper shield banknotes as a reward, we can also give our team the first place, so that we can also get ten copper shield banknotes each. ”

Jack yelled in a gruff voice, "Think, ten copper shield bills can be exchanged for a large bag of grain in the grocery store, or a small barrel of rum, or a linen dress for your mother-in-law."

So, get rid of my strength!"

There were about twenty or so men in this place, who were still in good shape, and they were busy in groups of twos and twos, manipulating various tools, and the neatly polished square rocks were added with a mixture of mud and pressed against the wall.

Then two more men slammed the sledgehammer into it, crushing the visible mud and sticking the rocks together as part of the walls of the house.

Their movements were skillful and quick, precise and full of rhythm, and it was obvious that the business was already proficient, and one of the tender-faced men listened to Jack's words, and couldn't help wiping the sweat from his face, and replied with a smile:

"Boss, you've said this three times, don't worry, as far as the progress of the brothers goes, we will definitely be able to complete this building today, if we have a quick lunch and save some time, maybe we can build another building." ”

Old Jack seemed to be a little moved, but after thinking about it, he shook his head and said, "It's still not enough, I'm really going to tire the brothers, and I will definitely have to slow down tomorrow."

Moreover, when the house is accepted, those inspectors really have to hit it with a sledgehammer, and if our house can't withstand it, we have to rework it, which will outweigh the losses. ”

"Boss, don't worry, you are an old stonemason Jack, who in these ten miles and eight villages doesn't know your old craft, we used to be able to take care of the crops, but after following you for a few days, won't we also do a decent job!!" This is another man, he is not tall, but his muscles are strong, and the sledgehammer in his hand is whining.

Even if this was said to Jack's heart, he remembered all his life what his father had said when he was a child, when he sent him to a master stonemason: learn a trade well, and there will always be something to eat in the future.

He is almost forty years old this year, and has been working in the stonemason industry for almost thirty years, and has touched more stones than he has walked.

It is with this unique skill that he gets up early every morning and goes to the construction site to select the stones needed for the day, and until now, none of the projects they have done have been reworked.

Old Jack couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth, but he still scolded: "Do you really think that building a house is so simple? From the selection of materials, transportation, to these clay configurations, to laying the foundation, building the grinder, there are many things!"

It's just that the old men above have broken down the work, and you only do this part alone. ”

Waving his hand, Old Jack took another breath and said, "Okay, don't talk nonsense, let's do it quickly!"

The time of labor is always fast, and in a blink of an eye it is noon, and naturally food and water are delivered to the construction site, and old Jack and his team eat it simply and quickly, and then go to work again.

Finally, at about four o'clock in the afternoon, the main body of a complete small building had been built, although it still looked a little rough, but in this lower city, the house was already quite good.

Old Jack went around the house twice, and without looking back, he went to the inspector, while the others were busy on another foundation beside them, and they had done the same work many times, and were already familiar, but it seemed much more dull.

Bang bang!

Bang bang!

Bang bang bang!

Several big men with hammers of greater or smaller sizes struck back and forth around the rough house, and each blow seemed to hit Old Jack's heart, and they were terrified.

However, after all, the house was still relatively strong, and eventually, several big men nodded at a man in a tuxedo, and the man simply marked a notebook.

Just this action made all the workers breathe a sigh of relief, and Old Jack also smiled and said a few kind words to the man before sending them away.

In the evening, the afterglow of the sun stained the sky red.

When Old Jack received a slip from the clerk and exchanged a stack of colorful 'banknotes' with some unique patterns from a window, the smile on his face could not be stopped.

He couldn't help but put a stack of banknotes between his nose and sniffed it, feeling the unique smell of ink, as if he heard the crisp sound of a copper shield colliding.

A few days ago, this banknote was not recognized by everyone, even if the great Igor family itself issued a decree recognizing its legal status, it could not reassure these workers and refugees, who would wave the 'banknotes' in their hands and exchange them directly for copper shields after the completion of each day.

But with the subsequent emergence of bars, restaurants, grocery stores, grain stores, and ready-to-wear stores that were dedicated to workers' consumption, they regretted it.

This is because paper money can be exchanged for copper shields in full, but copper shields cannot be exchanged for paper money, because these shops only accept paper money for consumption, and because the contents of the shops are ten times cheaper than the market price.

In the case of grain, for example, a large bag of grain requires ten copper guilders on the market, while here only nine on paper are needed.

Don't underestimate the copper shield saved, for the poor, even if it is worth running a little more, and over the years, it can save a lot of money.

Of course, Old Jack selectively forgot that he was also a member of the exchange army at that time.

It is clear that the clerk is in a good mood today, and the promise of the morning has not been fulfilled.

Vaguely, Old Jack also knew that each of these clerks was in charge of a dozen or so squads like theirs, and each squad was led by an experienced craftsman.

It is said that as long as the clerk has enough political achievements, he may be called a big man like an administrative officer.

Of course, this has nothing to do with Old Jack, he only cares about today's income, that is to say, their daily salary today is equivalent to twenty-five copper shields, and Old Jack, as the captain, has an additional income of five copper shields, that is, thirty.

Don't think that this is very little, five copper shields of black bread can keep his family from starving for two days, and thirty, the province is enough for them to live for a week.

Distributing the 'banknotes' in his hands, all the workers left happily, and Old Jack also took these into his arms deeply, and walked out of the east city step by step.

While passing by a grocery store, old Jack went in and bought some things, including some brown bread, meat, and sausages, and finally when he saw a pair of buckskin boots, he rummaged through them for a long time and put them down.

In the end, after paying seven copper guilder bills, he left with a large pile of things.

When he came out again, it was almost dark, and Old Jack's eyes paused in a tavern, where the faint sound of boiling and the faint smell of wine made him roll his throat, but at last he strode away.

Although the city of Ilmasu is simply divided into the upper and lower districts, there are actually many things in the middle, such as the top floor is naturally the area where the big nobles live, and the outer ones are the residences of lords and knights, and the most marginal ones belong to rich merchants and petty officials.

In the lower city, it can be subdivided into temple districts, plebeian districts, slums, and finally shanty towns.

The so-called shantytown is an area of wood and cloth built on the edge of the city wall, which is synonymous with dirtiness, stench everywhere, and the dwelling of the lowest lowly people.

Old Jack lived in the shantytown, he was not a native of Ilmassu, but a native of the Marquis of Bach outside the city, because of the attack of the ogre, they fled with their family, and he was 'lucky' to only lose his old father and a son, and then brought the rest of the people to Ilmassu.

Inside a dilapidated tent, an alert female voice came, "Jack, are you back?"

"Well, I'm back. ”

Old Jack replied, and then saw a woman walking up quickly, she quickly took the package from Old Jack, and said as she walked: "You are back, I am a little worried about coming back late today." ”

In the tent, there were three small imps poking their heads out, a woman and two men, the eldest was more than ten years old, but they were all slightly thin, they all ran over after seeing Old Jack, and Old Jack also laughed and picked up the youngest daughter.

In the room, the woman quickly packed up the food, and after a while, the family of five sat on a tattered table and ate large pieces, and the woman kept taking the wild vegetables and sausages to Old Jack.

As the main labor force in the family, he needs to eat more to maintain his strength.

After dinner, the children fell asleep, and Old Jack and the woman also quickly washed up and lay on the bed, until then he gently took out the banknote in his hand, solemnly handed it to the woman and said: "This is today's balance, a total of twenty-three copper shield banknotes, must be put away." ”

The woman also took out a total box from under the bed, and after opening it, there were already a lot of banknotes there, she clicked and clicked, and after confirming that it was correct, she put the banknotes in it before saying: "Master, do you say that these banknotes can really buy a house?

"Yes, surely. This is a decree issued by the Igor family, read to us by the clerk himself, and you see that the lazy men of Kent are now so diligent in their daily work, and they want to have their own home!" said Old Jack, whose voice was full of determination and hope:

"We should believe in the Igor, and we should believe in His Majesty. ”

"We will definitely have our own house, we will definitely have a home of our own. ”