Because of the haircut, some of the women on the manor had their hair shaved to the same short hair as the men, or even bald.

The rough barbering technique makes some people's heads and temperaments look a little fierce and weird.

Lawrence himself is used to seeing and is not aware of other people's opinions.

Of course, there were no thirty men in the manor, and there were also Baumixiu women in their thirties and forties mixed in the ranks.

Just like Emma, who can take up arms and fight, and Bour, who can assassinate the mayor of the town in order to survive, there are some unknown barbarian women.

When Lawrence returned to the manor, he said happily: "Whoever goes down to work today will make a note, and you will not have to wait for the weekend, but after dinner in the evening, you will go to the gate of the manor near the river, and each of you will be given a glass of wine and a boiled egg." ”

The crowd cheered with joy and soon went to bring the Dom sheep back to the fold, and then went back to the house to rest and wait for dinner.

Lawrence also went back to the house to rest, and this time the few witches who were preparing to sneak up on it didn't come in handy, but it was good.

The new slaves were left in the care of Friesen, and Lawrence was not at ease with them.

Western slaves have always been honest, but slaves exchanged from the South have never been very honest.

Like the slave girl that Andrew brought back from the south and ran away, and the Taloki who never returned.

At present, there was a shortage of labor in the estate, and the new slaves were thin and weak, not to mention cutting wood, and even carrying ore was laborious.

"Emma, did you tell the people in the town about it?"

Emma lowered her head apologetically, "I said, those people don't have the idea of coming over for the time being, now they have a lot of fields and vegetable plots to use, they can also collect wild vegetables and fruits, and the family's livestock are all fine." ”

"Someone said before that they would give you all the things at home after they came up, but they remembered this and refused to come up."

Lawrence squinted his eyes and thought about it, and quickly had an idea.

"If you don't come, don't come, now we don't have a shortage of people here, you go down again tomorrow, this time teach them to make playing cards, and each deck of cards can be exchanged for two catties of potatoes here in the future."

Emma was very honest and said, "I don't think most of them would do this kind of thing, and they might exchange things with the merchants themselves." ”

Lawrence affirmed, "They won't. ”

"Why?" Emma looked at Lawrence in disbeseef.

Lawrence's expression was serious, "Because I'm the lord here, the prophet, I won't allow it." ”

"If they have to do that, I'll take someone down and expel them from Phumesius!"

Emma didn't know what to say and remained silent.

Lawrence explained, "It's for their own good, and without my protection, they're not waiting for merchants, they're waiting for robbers!" ”

Emma understood, and chimed in, "Yes, master, I will tell them these things well, and if they still refuse to obey, we will teach them a lesson!" ”

The women who have experienced the food crisis in the eternal night can see each other more or less clearly, several of Emma's friends who are close to each other have already gone up the mountain, and now those people under the mountain are strangers.

If you are on the opposite side all the time, you are the enemy!

Lawrence quickly got up and said, "It's almost time for the wheat to ripen, take the stone mill out today and clean it well, and I'll use this for a few days." ”

"Yes, master."

Emma soon went to clean the stone mill.

Lawrence had done a home version of the stone mill before, which happened to be done at this time last year.

The wheat in the summer is close to ripe, and the wheat on and off the mountain is making its final efforts these days, and the manor here must also make various measures in advance.

In addition to the sickle used to cut wheat, a variety of farming tools were made.

Flails, pitchforks, rakes, forks, shovels, plows, four-wheeled carts, manure trucks, weeding tongs, sickles, etc.

Except for the car, the rest is very well made.

Because of this, the construction of the blacksmith shop could not be delayed, and after a while, more iron farming tools were needed for plowing and logging.

Delen came down from upstairs to find something to eat at this time, and Lawrence remembered what Delenn could do.

"Delen, have you seen my stone mill?"

"No, what's that?" Delenn didn't get it.

Lawrence stood up, "I'll show you, it's a stone tool for grinding wheat, you see how it's done, and I'll make one tomorrow." ”

Delenn looked at Lawrence, "Aren't you going to clear the trees tomorrow?" ”

"Don't go for the time being, you can rest for a while after you do the stone grinding." Lawrence had been using Delenn for two or three months, and felt like he needed to give Delenn a break for a while.

Delenn said very dryly: "Okay." ”

Lawrence turned around and took Delen to the warehouse to see the stone mill, and Delen, who was walking behind Lawrence, said: "It's just time to be free, I'll be your sparring partner tomorrow and help you exercise." ”

Lawrence turned his back to Delen.

"Not at the moment." Lawrence said calmly, "I've been busy with a lot of things lately, and as a prophet, I should use my brain more and stay calm at all times." ”

Delenn nodded, "That's right." ”

Lawrence enters the warehouse, looks at Emma cleaning the stone mill, and quickly goes over to help.

For Delenn's kindness, Lawrence was blessed to accept.

When the fight started, she shouted to stop and didn't listen, and it wasn't you who was beaten at that time?

It wasn't a competition at all, it was a one-sided beating, and Lawrence didn't believe that suffering was a blessing, and he didn't believe that being beaten could become stronger.

Every time I was beaten, it was a physical test, just like a stone touching a stone, even if there was nothing to do at the time, I was a little older and covered with dark wounds.

Originally, witches had a longer lifespan than ordinary people, Lawrence didn't want to fight and kill every day, let alone become a short-lived berserker, and now he just wanted to be healthy, healthy, healthy.

Delen's attention quickly turned to the stone mill, reaching out to separate the two stone mills, placing the upper stone mill on the ground and caressing the marks on it.

"Who made this thing?" Delen was a little curious.

Lawrence said, "Of course I did. ”

Delenn exclaimed: "Very powerful idea, it turns out that flour is pressed out like this." ”

Emma looked at the two stone mills on the ground and remembered what happened last year, "Last year, we all threshed our own wheat, and it took a long time to make a bowl of flour with stones. ”

"Since the master's stone mill, it has been easier to make noodles, and one person can grind a bag of flour."

Lawrence was happy when he was complimented, "What is this?" When our blacksmith shop is finished I can make iron shafts, and with iron shafts I can make wheel axles, and then I will make a hydro mill! Easily grind more than a dozen baskets of wheat every day! ”

Delen sighed: "It turns out that grinding noodles is so easy, I thought I had to use my own hands......"

Delen clenched his palms and moved his thumb and forefinger, "Crush the wheat like this." ”

If it is a family of three, this brute force of Deren seems to be more efficient.

Sure enough, self-production and self-sufficiency are not right, and hinder the progress of productivity.

(End of chapter)