I led the Goblin Culture to victory.

Chapter 179 Making do with a stableman

This was the first time Ziyi and Zian had ever seen a blacksmith's workshop, and they looked around as Li Mosi asked them questions.

From the outside, the blacksmith's workshop occupies an area about four times the size of an ordinary villager's mud house, and also has a small courtyard.

As they entered through the southern gate, the first things they saw were several livestock in the yard, a separate dry latrine, and a large pile of firewood.

Further north is their current living area.

The living area occupies about half of the entire building. At the northernmost end is a wall made of large stones, with a wooden door in the middle of the stone wall separating the living area from the working area.

To the left of the stone wall is a stove also made of large stones. Three steps south of the stove is the family's dining table and chairs, as well as a large wooden cabinet.

Further south were wooden beds covered with hay.

The remaining space was piled with boxes and bags of various sizes, as well as buckets and other daily necessities.

Compared to the mud houses of the previous inhabitants, they felt that this place was more like home.

However, this kind of "home" was only available to artisans in the manor.

They were eager to see what lay behind the stone wall, but Li Mosi hadn't finished talking yet.

"Are these your wife and children?"

"Yes, sir."

Upon hearing Iron Hammer's reply, the two disciples looked at the woman and child again.

The woman, like most ordinary people, had brown hair and eyes, as did her three children.

The oldest child was a girl who looked to be over ten years old, the middle one was eight years old, and the youngest child seemed to be six years old.

They were wary and curious, and also secretly glanced at Li Mosi and the others out of the corner of their eyes.

Although they were brought by their grandfather, these people seemed quite different from the nobles they had in mind.

Iron Hammer was also puzzled.

Why is this new lord concerned about what they eat?

He glanced at Farol.

Since his father didn't stop him from speaking, he should be able to say these things.

Li Moss asked, "You just said you'd still work for the lord. Don't you know the Valos family has already fled?"

Farol is the only one left in the main house; this family should know that.

"Did they really run away?"

Hammer stared wide-eyed in surprise.

"He said he would come back, so I had no choice but to keep doing it."

If Valos returns before he has finished, he will lose at least one child.

Li Mosi pointed to the wooden door on the north side.

"Show me your workshop. What job has Valos given you?"

"Yes, sir."

Iron Hammer glanced at his father first, then turned and walked towards the stone wall.

"Valos asked me to repair a batch of shovels, and also to make some shovels and axes. The axes are for felling trees, and the shovels are for dealing with the snow in winter."

Li Mosi nodded.

Even after winter sets in, the people don't just lie around all the time.

To prevent their houses from collapsing under the weight of snow or during the spring snowmelt, they have to brave the freezing cold to clear the snow when it stops falling.

It can only be said that the test of survival is everywhere.

As the hammer opened the wooden door, the group saw the rest of the workshop.

Sunlight streamed in through the ventilation windows on the east and west walls, barely illuminating the room.

At the northernmost end of the work area, charcoal was piled up against the corner of the wall, while a tool rack was placed in another corner.

Slightly to the south are three areas: one large and two small.

The larger section houses the bellows and forge, with a chimney rising straight out from the top of them.

The two smaller pieces are a whetstone and a worktable cluttered with various items, with many newly made blades and shovels awaiting repair nearby.

Further south, there were anvils and piles of iron materials on the ground in front of them.

As the group entered the work area, they discovered an almost empty sink in the corner of the wall to the south.

"Slurp—"

The sound of people drinking porridge came from behind them.

Only then did Hammer's wife and children dare to continue eating.

Li Mosi glanced down at the iron raw materials at her feet.

Among these raw materials, there was only one small, broken iron ball and two relatively well-formed, palm-sized iron ingots; the rest were all fragments of iron.

By going through the original owner's memories, he finally understood what these fragments of iron were.

These are materials collected from the swamp and processed in a preliminary manner. They are called "Farol," which means iron that has been burned. Further refining is needed to obtain the iron balls and ingots shown on the side.

Having learned this much, he understood.

Before the transmigration, this thing was called sponge iron, and the raw materials were called swamp iron.

It was the kind of waste that even the Great Leap Forward wouldn't want to use for steelmaking.

However, there are no iron mines nearby, so this may indeed be the only reliable source of iron in the area.

Li Mosi nodded: "Then you can continue, but stay inside for now. I will give you orders later."

"it is good."

Hammer wasn't in such a hurry anymore.

"My lord, I await your command."

The group walked back to the living area, and Ziyi and the other children looked each other over again.

The group walked back to the living area, and Ziyi and the other children looked each other over again.

He recalled the conversation he had just had and couldn't help but express his doubts.

"You're craftsmen, so why does Valos charge you so much tax?"

He had already realized that the craftsmen held a very high status here, much higher than the goblins in the tribe who only knew how to whittle wood and break stones.

The lord should take better care of them.

"What does it matter?"

The saintess frowned.

"That thief Varos even captures slaves! Aren't the people here living worse off than the slave hunters?"

Has this goblin not thought it through yet?

Goblins are stupid!

"Ugh."

Zi'an couldn't help but frown.

"It's a pity we didn't kill that guy."

"this……"

Hammer didn't know how to answer and looked at Farol helplessly.

He knew these people were the new lords.

But these people actually brought up the topic of killing the former lord, and he didn't know whether he should respond.

Farol shook his head.

They left the blacksmith's workshop to continue checking on the other craftsmen's homes.

As a result, the blacksmith became the richest of these families.

Although leatherworkers, tailors, brewers, stonemasons, carpenters, and shepherds lived better than others, they were only considered average among craftsmen.

They barely managed to make ends meet.

After seeing the shepherd's family, Li Mosi finally realized that something was wrong.

There are more skilled trades than just craftsmen, and there are more than just a few craftsmen.

He asked Farol.

"I don't see the wheelwright, the coachman, or the miller?"

Farol pointed to the house next to the carpenter's house to the north, and another house further away.

"Sir, those two are the cart maker and the coachman."

"Their parents died young, and the few remaining young people also left with their tools. Now the house is empty."

"The mill was handed over to me directly by the steward; we don't have that kind of position here."

Grass.

Li Mosi felt she had been taken advantage of.

Even car makers are out of the question. To be honest, cars in this era don't have much technical content. Only a place like Knight Manor, which pursues complete functionality, would have a car maker in a manor.

He could also build a car for use.

But the job of a stable boy requires a lot of experience.

Knight Valos took the horses from the three manors, and the only horses they could obtain were the few that had been pulled from the slave-catching camp.

Without a groom, it's highly likely that the horse will be used until a problem arises and then it's gone.

Realizing that Li Moss was troubled, Farol took the initiative to speak.

"Sir, I know a lucky family. Their man has been an assistant in the stable for a long time; perhaps he could be used as a groom."