Succubus' Manor

The slaves found that they could eat two meals a day, one in the morning and one in the afternoon. Although the portions were not large, it was much better than the one meal a day before. That almost painful hunger.

Today, they ushered in an unbelievably good news.

"My lord allows you to build a straw hut!" the steward shouted in front of the slaves. "The rainy season is coming! Your lord is generous and merciful, and you low bugs are covered by your generosity!"

The slaves couldn't believe it. They opened their eyes wide and looked confused.

The manager shouted, "You lazy bastards! Do you still want to stand here and be lazy?!"

The slaves ran back. They always wanted a house that could shelter them from the wind and rain, but only nobles and holy courts could have stone houses. They could only build straw huts, which could barely block the rain. It is windy on all sides.

But even so, they were very satisfied to have such a grass shed.

It was only when they were about to finish building that Chi Yan realized that what they had built was just a thatched shed.

Four tree trunks acted as pillars, and then the roof was woven with leaves, and finally covered with hay. The speed of construction was very fast, and it took more than a day to complete it.

"Didn't you let them build a house?" Chi Yan asked the housekeeper, "Why did they build a straw shed?"

It's useless in winter.

The butler took it for granted: "They are just slaves. The brains of slaves are only the size of a pebble. They are stupid and dirty. Only nobles and commoners can live in stone houses."

There is no brick-burning technology here, and the houses are built on stones, with clay as the adhesive, and there is no way to lay the foundation, so if there is a little trouble, the house will easily collapse.

There are many examples of civilians who lost their houses and their belongings after minor earthquakes and became slaves.

Building a house is also very troublesome and requires a lot of manpower, because the mining and transportation of stones are labor-intensive work. To build a "castle" requires thousands of people to work day and night, and when the castle is completed, there may be three One or more slaves died as a result.

The people here don't classify the clay, they only know that in some places the soil can fill the gaps in the stones, and in other places the soil can't.

"Do we have an ant nest here?" Chi Yan asked, "White ants."

Steward: "A lot, and sometimes the wooden furniture is damaged!"

Annoyed at the mention of the housekeeper: "We've lost a lot of money on these little things! They must be devils! Animals controlled by devils!"

Chi Yan: "...I need the slaves to find their nests and bring them back."

The housekeeper agreed, because there are too many termite nests on this piece of land, they are like locusts, they are everywhere.

So the slaves had a new job, but when they searched for termite nests, they had to be in groups. There were many wild beasts that usually hid in the woods. Although they didn't often appear in front of people, they were still threatening.

The goblins walked barefoot in the woods. The woods were more humid, and the soil under their feet was already a little wet. When the rainy season came, the soil would turn into mud, and in winter, the mud would freeze hard.

If you step on it with bare feet, you need to tear off the skin on your feet to get rid of it.

"Why did we come to find a termite nest?" The goblin followed his mother. He liked the woods. In the woods, he could run and jump, but on the territory, he could only work with his back bent.

His mother and the other slaves who were also goblins couldn't stand upright.

And his back is still straight.

Maybe in a few years, he will be like them, bowing forever.

Mother chewed the weeds, she said with a smile: "Your lord must know what they do."

The wound on the goblin's face has almost healed, but there is a scar left, which is not very obvious. He whispered: "I think this lord is a good man. He gave us two meals and let us build a shed!"

"Mom, we won't have to sit in the rain overnight!" The goblin felt very happy.

They have been slaves all their lives, and a small benefit will make them feel great happiness.

When they found a termite nest, they dug it out with bare hands. There are a lot of termite nests here. They did this all day long. They left when it was getting dark and they could hardly see the road. forest.

The woods would make the slaves feel free, but at the same time the woods at night would be scary for everyone.

When they returned to the territory, they put the dug termite nest in the same place, and then went as fast as they could to get the bowl they had hidden, and it was time for dinner again.

It was still a paste made of beans and wheat bran, but the slaves ate it without raising their heads.

Anything that fills your stomach is a good thing.

"My lord! We can burn all these nests!" The housekeeper hated termites.

Chi Yan: "Why burn them? Those nests can be used to build houses."

The termite nest itself is made of a mixture of termite saliva, which is a very good clay. It is crushed into powder and then mixed with loess. Add water to make a thin mud, and then mix it with hay to paste the wall.

Once the wall is dry, it will become a soil wall.

In the past, when Chi Yan went to the farmhouse to play, there would be abandoned mud houses by the roadside. The mud is not cement, but a clay mixture.

Although it has been abandoned for a long time, it has not collapsed.

The housekeeper looked confused: "Huh?"

Chi Yan explained: "These nests are like the soil used to fill the gaps in the stones, and they will become very hard after drying."

The butler blinked.

"You are so wise!" The butler began to flatter.

Chi Yan looked indifferent.

The word wise has recently become an irony on the Internet.

It sounds like scolding.

The steward smiled and said, "We can finally repair the castle!"

Chi Yan turned to look at the butler: "What? We don't repair the castle, these termite nests are for them to build houses."

The butler's smile stopped on his face, looking a little funny.

He tried hard to understand Chi Yan's words, and then said in disbelief: "My lord! They are just slaves!"

The upbringing he received from an early age ingrained in the steward his disdain for slaves.

Chi Yan has been trying to change the butler's mind for the past few days, but it's useless. The butler is very stubborn. Once he mentions slaves, the butler will say that slaves are low-level creatures. They are born slaves and will always be slaves.

So Chi Yan no longer tried to persuade him. Now that he is the lord here, no matter what the housekeeper thinks, he must obey his orders: "They are also my slaves. I can treat them as I want."

This was so reasonable, the butler shut up.

He still felt that Chi Yan's actions were inappropriate - he shouldn't be nice to the slaves, and they would only work hard if they were treated harshly.

The slaves found that they didn't have to go to the fields the next day to open up wasteland. They were ordered to smash the termite nests and grind them into powder.

Then use the branches to build the frame.

The dwarves are very good at this job, they bury the branches in the ground and bend them to make the shape of the house.

Building a house is actually not as difficult as imagined, especially when so many people do it together, but this kind of mud house is very humid when it is first built, and it takes a while to harden the walls. Light a fire in the room to speed up the drying of the walls.

But if it rains, it will be very troublesome, and it is very likely that the results of hard work will be wiped out in an instant.

Chi Yan could only let them light a fire in the built mud house to speed up the drying and curing.

The whole drying process takes at least three days - three days with a fire in the house, and there is no guarantee that it will be completely dry.

After all, it's very humid here.

"It's beautiful!" the slaves would occasionally say about the house they had built.

No stone is used, but it is still very strong, and it can be seen at a glance that it can shelter from wind and rain.

They are very proud, but also curious about who will live in so many houses.

"There may be guests coming!"

"Maybe my lord will invite the nobles to the banquet, the castle is not enough to live in."

"Who would want to build a house without stones!"

They lie contentedly in the hut they built, and even if it rains at night, they don’t worry about the rain falling on them. The ground is covered with hay they found themselves. It is very warm to sleep on the hay. When the weather gets colder, they can squeeze sleep together.

Being able to sleep on such dry grass is already very blissful compared to lying on the wet ground.

On the day Kleist came back, he happened to see the steward telling the slaves in the open space that the slaves could live in the house he had built. The steward was obviously not happy, so with a straight face, anyone who saw it would feel that someone owed him He has a huge fortune.

The carriage stopped at the gate of the castle, Kleist jumped out of the carriage, and the coachman led the horse back to the backyard.

Today is a rare sunny day. Kleist looked around and found that many houses had sprung up here after he left for a few days.

The square house has a little slope on the roof, so that the roof will not accumulate too much snow in winter.

Before Kleist could be surprised, he heard the housekeeper say, "My lord is merciful! Let you live in these houses!"

"You must always remember the benevolence of adults, and you must know that you do not deserve these preferential treatment!" said the steward.

The slaves went crazy when they heard the steward told them to live in these houses. They dared not speak, but wanted to express their joy. The tauren took the lead in shouting.

"Your lord is really kind." Several managers talked together.

"My lord must have been deceived by these cunning slaves."

But in any case, the matter is settled, and the slaves will soon be able to move into the houses they built with their own hands.

The slaves wept bitterly and shouted inaudible words.

There were also slaves lying on all fours in the direction of the castle.

Kleist walked to the butler: "What's going on with these houses?"

Steward: "My lord came up with it. Your lord is so knowledgeable and smart, but these slaves obviously don't deserve all of this!"

Kleist didn't ask any more questions. He raised his head and looked at the castle in front of him.

He knew what kind of person the owner of the castle was.

Innocent, kind, and sometimes silly.

But he's smart, overly smart, and he knows a lot of things that other people don't.

I also don't realize how precious I am.

It is a miracle that such a person can survive until now without being eaten up.

Kleist smiled: "Since it's an adult's decision, it's better for you to follow through."

The butler was silent. He glanced at the "crazy" slaves, curled his lips, and looked away in disgust.