Green Monster Epic

Chapter 88: Seizing the Opportunity to Generate Income

"Besides this, I also want to discuss with you the future development of our Greenwild Tribe."

The agreement signed with the Shattered Bone Tribe isn't entirely secure, and at most, it will only maintain peace for about twenty years. This is because the parties signing the agreement are Allen and the elderly Shattered Boner. Allen himself is young and vigorous, but the Shattered Boner's wrinkled old face makes it clear that he doesn't have many years left to live. Once he passes away, this agreement will come to an end.

Therefore, if the Greenwild Tribe wants to gain a foothold in Green Lake, there is still a long road ahead.

Considering the tribe members and the extent of his own efforts, Allen, despite still being injured, couldn't help but start thinking about the tribe's development.

"I've heard you say that Druids are the best plant cultivation masters in this world. I plan to cultivate some land by Green Lake with the oat seeds Master Oscar gave me for planting."

"Yes, that's right. Let's try planting them first to see if these seeds are suitable for cultivation in the wilderness."

As a former manor owner, Phillip wasn't lacking in planting skills, so he deeply agreed with Allen's considerations.

"Then I'll leave this matter to you. You can choose people from the tribe, as well as that human slave who knows how to farm. See which piece of land nearby is suitable and take people to cultivate it."

Allen nodded in satisfaction, then couldn't help but worry about the tribe's future.

"Now that the threat of the kobolds is gone, it's time to have Da Shan and the others resume their hunting tasks. We have plenty of food in the storage, but each meal reduces it. Without external replenishment, it will eventually run out."

"Chahua said there are many wild fish in the lake. Phillip, how do you catch fish in human society? See if you can teach those fools outside and improve the tribe's diet…"

"Okay."

With simple answers and responses, a simple conversation outlined the future development direction of the Greenwild Tribe.

Allen's tenacious vitality allowed him to remove the bandages in less than a month and get out of bed to walk. The tribe didn't have spellcasters who could cast healing spells, nor did they have many potions for Allen to squander. Allen relied on his own physical fitness and the hobgoblin's resilience.

Of course, the burns left Allen with scars all over his body. Except for his face, which remained intact, the hobgoblin's unique hair was almost completely gone, and it never grew back. Fortunately, the tribe members didn't react strangely to Allen's changes. Instead, they seemed happy and excited because his health had improved and he appeared before them.

The excitement was naturally for a reason, which was that to celebrate Allen's recovery, Chahua and the others specially added wild fish meat to lunch. Otherwise, with the hobgoblin's carefree personality, how could they really be happy because of Allen's recovery?

Phillip's method of teaching the goblins to fish had an effect. Whenever it was about to rain and the weather was sultry, Phillip would take the goblins to the lake, ride in a dugout canoe made by hollowing out a huge log to near the center of the lake, and use fishing nets woven from rattan to catch fish that came up to breathe. Although the harvest was always intermittent and there were times when they came up empty, the goblins, who rarely ate lake fish, always felt satisfied with the fresh food.

Among the people fishing in the lake, Phillip mostly chose the short goblins. They seemed to lack strength, but they were dexterous. Not only did they learn the skill of weaving fishing nets quickly, but their actions of casting nets and catching fish were more efficient than the unfamiliar Phillip, and their harvest seemed to be greater.

It seemed that the short goblins weren't entirely useless. Allen, who had known about this from Phillip's daily reports, looked at these seemingly burdensome tribesmen with new eyes.

The goblins' sense of belonging to the Greenwild Tribe was also deepening. Whether they were captured by Allen and the others on the way in the wilderness, or given as freebies when buying slaves at Thornsburg, they now lived very comfortably in Green Lake Village. Even without anyone restraining them, no one secretly ran away. Therefore, the short goblins and the earth goblins were now as free to enter and exit Green Lake as the ordinary hobgoblin tribe members, while the human slaves still maintained their daily routine of being guarded.

Also, in the past, everyone in the wilderness had to endure hunger and maintain vigilance at all times, fearing that they would lose their lives due to unexpected events and hunters. Now, as long as everyone worked diligently and didn't slack off, they would have a meal to fill their stomachs and wouldn't have to worry about danger. Only a fool would want to escape from such a wonderful life.

The construction of Allen's stone castle had stopped because no one could provide enough stone bricks. The dozens of uneven stone bricks that the stonemason knocked out all day were not enough for a hobgoblin's work in one magic hour. However, the high wall, which was nearly the height of a person, had been built, and Allen felt it was extremely sturdy and beautiful just by looking at it from a distance.

Moving his somewhat rusty bones, Allen looked around for his two-handed sword, and finally saw it leaning against a pillar outside the tent. He had the intention to show off his skills in splitting rocks and making stone bricks, but the still faintly aching muscles on his body ultimately dispelled Allen's thoughts.

Outside the village, square plots of land had been cultivated. On the edges of the land were withered yellow grass and shrubs. Those plants that originally grew freely slowly withered under the scorching sun because of the Greenwild tribe's selfishness. Rows of neat seedlings had begun to grow on the land. The seemingly delicate seedlings seemed particularly stubborn in the wilderness, and they didn't become wilted due to the scorching sun and the hot climate of the wilderness, just like the wilderness creatures living in it.

Several simple wooden houses stood alone in the western corner of the village. Those were the living areas of the human slaves, earth goblins, and goblin dwarves.

Of course, there were also the earth mounds bulging along the hillside. On the downhill side of the mounds, there were ironwood doors, which were the houses of most of the hobgoblin tribe members. At this time, some of the mound doors were open, and hobgoblins and cubs occasionally entered and exited, which looked like a warm scene.

On the contrary, Allen, as well as Da Shan, Hua She, and others who followed his example, still didn't have a stable residence. Their stone houses had been suspended for a long time due to a shortage of materials, so now they could only nest in the goblins' wooden houses in the west, partly to watch over them at night, and partly because they really had nowhere to live.