I became a mage and was recruited by the lord as his son-in-law

In the study, the Lord was tearing the leather that Bennett had kneaded. With a green light in his eyes, he asked, "You said this thing can be mass-produced, and the materials are not expensive?"

"Yes, the main ingredients are wood ash and mirabilite. Only 50 grams of mirabilite is used for one piece of leather."

"Okay, go to the warehouse and get the money. I'll leave the factory to you. Will the technology be leaked?"

Bennett thought about it and said, "It can be given to unmarried women."

The lord nodded, put the hides on the table, and said, "Very good, I will provide the raw hides, as many as you want, and I will take all the hides, as many as you want, go ahead and do it."

Bennett returned to the room, sorted out the leather-making process, and walked towards the concentration camp with Aimee.

"Hannah, the leather factory has been decided. This factory needs a lot of people, and the technology must be kept secret. You should gather those who can't get married here."

Hannah took the explanatory drawing from Bennett and opened it to check. She was young and beautiful, but she had no intention of getting married. Perhaps it was because of her inspiration that these more than 15,000 women became independent.

"Don't worry, Master Mage, the person I found meets your requirements."

"can."

There is no question of equality or inequality. Helping others also requires realism. Bennett has a clear conscience.

Looking at Hannah going away, Bennett seemed to have a new understanding of himself, but the light in his eyes dimmed again. There were not many women left in the tent now, and they were all pregnant women. They were about to give birth. According to the current situation, they would have to go back to the factory after giving birth and would not be able to rest for a few days.

Bennett left the tent and looked at the outer wall of people, where many women with children stood. They stood there like cargo, waiting for a man to tell them that he was willing to marry them. Hannah went over and said a few words, and they all threw down their signs and started cheering.

Bennett was surrounded again. Aimee was trying her best to stop the crowd, but Bennett had been touched crazily by everyone. They actually touched the front.

There are 20,000 to 15,000 people, and those who want to get married are actually the 5,000. The common women of this era are uneducated and do not understand etiquette and morality, but they are extremely loyal to marriage. They rarely have affairs before marriage and will give everything for the family after marriage.

Bennett actually found it difficult to understand them. Is there anything more important than a comfortable life? As long as you get married, you can be supported by someone. Isn't that better than working in a factory?

Maybe this is the characteristic of this era.

Bennett has done everything he can. He has four factories for leather making, weaving, clothing making, and embroidery, which are enough to accommodate 15,000 people, and many of these people are staying in tents to protect their fetuses.

Aimee was teasing the child, who was grabbing her fingers and sucking them. She watched and laughed. She really didn't know why a 16-year-old girl would have maternal instincts.

"Come on, Emma, ​​let's go see my parents."

"Ok."

Aimee took her fingers away, wrapped the child in insulation, tied the safety rope, and waved goodbye to the baby, which gave Bennett a headache.

"Well, when you grow up a little bit more, we want one too."

I don’t know if Aimee heard it or not, but she nodded anyway.

Back home, Kent and his mother were dealing with documents. As experienced businessmen, they immediately solved a series of problems such as purchasing, sales, venues, tools, etc. After the lord injected funds, the factory soon entered a positive cycle.

"Mom, Dad, how's work going?"

Kent didn't stop the work at hand. He took a sip of the black tea and said slowly, "Not bad. I feel like I'm finally alive again. If you are fine, please leave quickly. I don't have time to entertain you."

The mother was considerate enough to pour tea for Bennett and Aimee, then went back to work.

The couple's mental state is very good. Kent's hair is showing signs of turning from white to black. Bennett is relieved. His parents have been busy for half their lives and just can't stop. This may be better for them.

After drinking black tea, the two left home and went to see the situation in the factory.

The weaving factory, garment factory and embroidery factory are still run by a group of old female workers. They all carry their children on their backs and stop to feed their children when they cry. No one urges them. Cathy is now a small manager and helps take care of the children inside while carrying her child on her back.

Bennett and Aimee did not go in to disturb them. There was no exploitation of employees in the factory. Bennett was slightly relieved. The sweatshop in his previous life was still vivid in his mind. Fortunately, this group of women were very united.

Aimee didn't understand any of this, and Bennett had no intention of teaching her.

"I'll go back first, Bennett. I'm not interested in any of this."

If it weren't for the lord's request, Bennett didn't want Aimee to see these things. Bennett just wanted her to be happy, which could be considered a kind of compensation for her.

"Then you go back first. I'll call a carriage for you. I may not go back these few nights. I have to go check out the leatherworking in the concentration camp."

"OK, all right."

Aimee wasn't worried about Bennett, after all, Sierra could tolerate it, and everything else was just a minor problem.

After waving goodbye to Aimee in the carriage, Bennett went to the concentration camp again. He gave the leather making drawings to Hannah, but Bennett had to demonstrate the craft himself.

Sure enough, when they arrived at the camp, the women were scratching their heads in front of the drawings, not knowing what to do. When they saw Bennett, they surrounded them as if they had seen a savior.

Bennett had a headache dealing with the chattering women, but fortunately Hannah drove them all away.

"Hannah, leather crafting is best left to women who will not get married. These things cannot be passed on to outsiders."

After thinking it over again and again, Bennett still said these hurtful words.

Hannah shook her head after hearing this: "Those who wanted to get married have already left, and the remaining ones are sisters who don't want to live under someone else's roof anymore, so don't worry."

"We must be on guard against others, Hannah. I will give you the proportions of the raw materials. You will be responsible for preparing the raw materials, and leave the work to them."

"it is good."

This is Bennett's last bottom line. The lord has helped him and these women, and Bennett can't just turn a deaf ear to the lord's words.

"Call a few smart people over here, I'll teach you and them first, and then let them teach others. I'll teach you the proportions of the ingredients first, and I won't teach others later."

Hannah called a few beautiful women over. Bennett had no idea what she was up to and didn't want to care about it now.

What surprised Bennett was that when they learned that they would not be taught the proportions of raw materials, they all took it for granted and happily finalized this rule.

There were a limited number of tents, so Bennett had to squeeze together with the women at night. This tent was full of women who were learning leatherworking during the day.

Late at night, Hannah crawled into Bennett's sleeping bag.

"What are you doing? Hannah!"

"Please put your mind at ease."

Bennett looked at the women who had gathered around him. Their children for the night were handed over to the women in other tents.

"Don't be like this. I trust you."

"This is also to reassure us, sir. You are really too far away from us."

Looking at the mature scenes in the tent, Bennett was a little dazed. He remembered Sera that night, just as plump, just as profane. In the end, he did not push them away, but the gray in his eyes became deeper and deeper.