Succubus' Manor

When the temperature began to drop, Chi Yan got good news—the chain and gears were made. The dwarves did not know how many times they tried, how much charcoal and bellows were wasted, and finally molten iron was melted, and it was made according to the unified weight and measure. There is no overturning of the original mold, and the chain and gear fit perfectly.

Because there is no engine oil, the rotation is still a bit dry, and the wear and tear must be more severe than that of organic oil.

But because Chi Yan didn't have a way to produce engine oil, so he could only use it first.

If it is too worn, replace it.

The chain and gears were quickly assembled, because the steam engine has not yet been produced, so the source of power is still manpower, which is powered by pedals, and the power source of the pedals must also use small chains and gears. The mixing work is much easier.

The strength in the legs is always greater than that in the hands.

However, the main work in autumn is charcoal burning and cloth weaving and clothing making. The sugar factory and winery are in a semi-shutdown state and will continue to work in the spring of next year.

Chi Yan felt that since the chain and gears were out, the main focus of next year's construction would have to be on the road.

Once roads are built, horse-drawn carriages can be improved, and with iron-making technology, bicycles and human-powered tricycles can also be manufactured.

The current roads obviously cannot support the smooth operation of vehicles.

As for the roads leading to other cities, Chi Yan wanted to build them, but he didn't have the financial resources or the manpower. What's more, if he was the only one who paid for the people, he always felt unbalanced.

The steelmaking technology has also become better than before. Chi Yan also let the dwarves form a special steelmaking factory. The steelmaking factory has a threshold, because the working environment is worse than other types of work, so the wages are higher. There are benefits, two sets of work clothes are distributed for free a year, and excellent and advanced are evaluated every quarter.

However, those who can enter the steel factory are very good. This job is more dangerous than other jobs. Except for some dwarves who have already made iron, the new recruits must go through training. techniques, and finally get started with the actual operation under the supervision of the masters.

This undoubtedly slows down the speed of new recruits and wastes part of the manpower.

But Chi Yan felt that it was worth it. It took more than a month for a group of newcomers from training to work, but these people can create value in their posts year after year, and the value created in the later period is much greater than the loss in the early stage.

There are chains and gears on Chi Yan's table. These are small. Chi Yan assembles and disassembles them by himself. He enjoys himself and spends a whole day on them.

"It would be great if I could get out the glass." Chi Yan put down the chain and sighed with some regret, "Although there is no battery, a mechanical watch can only rely on the mainspring."

The mainspring uses a coiled sheet steel bar, which uses elastic force to generate power. It can run only by turning the mainspring, but the energy will decrease as the mainspring coiled on the mainspring shaft gradually loosens.

Once you forget to wind up, you need to recalibrate the time.

In fact, it can be used without glass, but it is easy to collect dust.

But Chi Yan is not worried about this, he is only worried that the clock is too delicate and not easy to make.

After all, they don't even have steel needles, let alone finer screws and nails.

It's just that Chi Yan feels that technical problems can be broken through as long as they keep polishing.

Now the main energy still has to be put on the production of not so fine large tools.

Chi Yan felt that the production of the steam engine was imminent. Only when the steam engine was produced could the manpower be freed from the boring and repetitive work and put into new work.

The biggest problem now is the lack of labor force.

Now, not many fields around the city have been reopened, accounting for only one-tenth of the original fields.

In addition, Chi Yan also planned to build a chicken and duck factory, and had to raise sheep, not to mention the road construction plan for next year.

Even if all the people in his territory were broken into three, it would still be too busy.

But it is too difficult to introduce people. The weather is so bad that it looks like a dog. Anyone who can survive, and even most of them who cannot survive, will not leave the city where they are.

In the city, you may still get a bite to eat. If you leave the city and go to the wild, you may fill the stomach of the hyena.

If you are lucky and escape the beast, it may not be put in by the city seeking refuge.

Going to a new city and not being familiar with the place of life will only make it more miserable.

When the traffic is not developed, a family is in the same city, and they can help each other when the crisis comes, but once they go to another city, there is no support.

Those who managed to escape to Chi Yan's territory were extremely lucky.

Those who were not killed by robbers, wild beasts, starved to death, or accidentally killed on the way to escape, and who managed to come to Chi Yan's place, were no different from narrow escapes.

The earthen kiln for burning charcoal has not stopped running all day long. The wood from one kiln is put in, and the charcoal from another kiln is taken out. These charcoals are all piled up in the warehouse and kept dry. There are many earthen kilns, and the charcoal use this winter should be guaranteed before the end of autumn.

When the work is over, people can also cut firewood by themselves, so as not to run out of charcoal.

Katuo is also ground into powder, some are made into dry cakes, some are put into the granary, and the wild vegetables that can be received in autumn are also pickled and put into the altar. These are the only vegetables in winter, and the pickling method is quite primitive, that is, One layer of vegetables and one layer of salt filled the jars layer by layer.

Fortunately, the merchants brought back a lot of salt, otherwise they would have to dry the wild vegetables, and they would not be able to eat them once they got wet.

Chi Yan didn't like to eat mushrooms, so he asked the servants to dry the shiitake mushrooms he collected for himself to eat.

"My lord, it's done!" The dwarf was led to the hall by Kadi, his cheeks flushed with excitement, "It's better than the previous one! It can also be adjusted. It can be used for both deep and shallow plowing, and it can push the soil aside. Much better than before!"

Behind the dwarf were several other dwarves, who pulled something taller than them.

As soon as Chi Yan heard their description, he knew that they had made Quyuanli. Quyuanli was made of wood and iron. In addition to plowshares and handrails, they also added plowwalls, plow arrows and plow rails, etc., and The shape of the mold wall is round, and when tilling, it will push the soil to the sides to reduce resistance.

The only problem is that the Quyuan plow is too huge, and it takes two oxen to pull it.

The benefits are also obvious.

The dwarf's eyes were shining: "My lord, we let the tauren try it! A tauren can push!"

Chi Yan: "..."

Tauren, a race with full talent points in strength.

It's a pity that blacksmithing depends not only on talent, but also on skills, otherwise the Tauren is a race naturally suitable for blacksmithing.

Chi Yan asked the leading dwarf, "How long does it take to make such a plow?"

The leading dwarf: "Five days is enough! We are divided into four groups, and each group can make one handful in five days!"

Chi Yan: "Then continue to do it. It will be needed in the spring of tomorrow. You have all worked hard. Everyone in Mufang can get a can of sugar."

The dwarf grinned so happily that his teeth burst into laughter.

Chi Yan still didn't forget to sprinkle some chicken soup on them: "Don't underestimate anything, this plow can plow the land faster, save a lot of time, and allow people to do other things, so this city can become better , A small change may cause earth-shaking changes.”

"Everyone in the territory knows your contribution."

The dwarves' cheeks were flushed and their eyes sparkled - they never knew what they were doing was so important!

In the past, they had the least amount of confusion, not to mention the tauren, and even the goblins were better than them in people's mouths.

"What's the use of dwarves? They just like to make weird things. Goblins can dig a hole and make some traps, dwarves? It's good that they don't fall into the traps dug by goblins. What can we expect them to do?"

"The only good thing about dwarves is that they're cheap."

"All of them are extra heads from tauren and goblins. Who can't think of buying dwarves so much?"

……

Hearing this a lot, the dwarves seem to think that they are useless existences, not as powerful as the tauren and able to open up wasteland, not as smart as the goblins and dig traps.

Now they have finally found their own value and realized their contribution in a vague way. When the leading dwarf got excited, his eyes rolled and he burst into tears, just like a little baby who has been wronged all the time and is finally understood by others. and grief.

As soon as the leader moved, the rest of the dwarves also cried.

In fact, they have long realized that they are different from before, but they have never heard such caring words.

The recognition from the lord is more exciting than anything else.

Chi Yan didn't know what to do either.

A group of elders are crying in front of him, what can he do?

So Chi Yan cleared his throat, and said in a soft voice: "Go back and rest, you will continue to be busy tomorrow, you will all have to work hard during this time."

The dwarf said in a crying voice: "My lord, we are not afraid of hard work!"

"That's right, my lord, we don't work hard!"

In the end, it was Kadi who led them out, otherwise they would have cried until dark in front of Chi Yan.

After Kadi finished sending people back, Chi Yan took the warm water from Kadi and sighed: "People are so simple nowadays."

Such a little chicken soup can be moved like this.

Kadi didn't think the dwarves were crying exaggeratedly. Instead, he said: "Because of you, they can live their lives now. When you didn't come, they only had half a bowl of mush a day, and many dwarves died every year."

"But every time the merchants sell tauren and goblins, they will send some dwarves over."

Cady felt that the dwarves had hit their luck. If they changed their lord, they would definitely live the same life as before.

Chi Yan: "Since other places don't value dwarves, can we buy dwarves?"

Especially as winter was approaching, the lords of various places would definitely want to sell the slaves who could not be kept alive. After all, if they were not sold, they would starve to death and freeze to death in winter. It is better to sell them early and earn a fortune.

There must not be many selling tauren, but there must be many selling goblins and dwarves, especially goblins.

Cardi thought for a while: "It should be possible?"

But after the merchants came back, it would be too late for the merchants to buy people, and it would be difficult for the buyers to come back before the snow fell.

Chi Yan: "Hey!"

Cardi also has no good way.

Knowing that at dinner, after Chi Yan talked about his troubles at the table, Mrs. Campbell smiled and said, "My lord, you can let me go out with Benedict."

Chi Yan didn't expect that there was such an option, he blinked: "Is it possible? Bandinic is also a nobleman, right?"

Mrs. Campbell smiled gently: "Because he is a nobleman, no one would dare to harm him when he goes to other noblemen's territories."

Benedict, who was eating, almost choked himself to death with a mouthful of bread. He coughed heartbreakingly, and then went to get a water glass while patting his chest. It was not easy to take a sip of water to swallow the bread in his throat. Cai stared at Mrs. Campbell with red eyes: "Madam..."

Mrs. Campbell quickly restrained her smile, and looked at Benedict seriously: "Do you want to keep doing this?"

"Stay here to sit and eat?"

Benedict didn't dare to look at Mrs. Campbell, so he could only lower his head and whisper, "I can draw..."

Mrs. Campbell was even more severe: "Can you earn money by painting? There are so many painters who are better than you, except for those who work for the Holy Court and the royal family, which one is not poor? Do you also imagine Like them, starved to death on the street?"

Benedict felt a little wronged: "Don't I still have you?"

Mrs. Campbell rolled her eyes very delicately: "I'm not your real mother."

Benedict finally shut up. He also suddenly realized that Mrs. Campbell was indeed not his biological mother. She was kind to him and willing to raise him. He should be grateful to Dade instead of taking it for granted.

Mrs. Campbell: "What's more, I will be old one day. When I can't support you, what will we live on?"

Benedict muttered in a low voice: "My lord and I are good friends."

Mrs. Campbell sneered: "Only people who are in the same position, or have the same pursuit, and the same thinking can be friends. Do you really think you are friends with the lord?"

Benedict: "..."

Needless to say, this must be the stepmother.

Mrs. Campbell smiled at Chi Yan reservedly: "I made you laugh."

Chi Yan waved his hand: "It's nothing, it's normal for a mother to educate her son."

When he skipped class to go online, his mother treated him like a volcanic eruption, and Mrs. Campbell was already very gentle.

And he did overlook one point. Benedict's noble status can do many things, even more useful than Andrew's status as a holy envoy. As long as the documents are there, even if he has no territory, his noble kamikaze can be invincible.

And hereditary nobles are more valuable than Chi Yan, the lord appointed by the Holy Court.

At critical moments, Benedict can become the city's umbrella.

He also couldn't just let Benedict be the mascot of the territory all the time—it was still a useless mascot, neither cute nor soothing, and even his painting hadn't improved for several years.

"Since Mrs. Campbell said so, then you go." Chi Yan took a sip of wild vegetable soup, and ate a mouthful of jerky by the way, "I will send someone to protect you, your safety will be fine."

Benedict looked up at Chi Yan, his eyes still red: "It's so dangerous outside..."

Chi Yan: "Men, you have to go forward bravely, be able to bear the pressure, and face the risks. Just like Madam said, what will you do when she can't support you? Shouldn't it be you to support her at that time?"

Benedict looked down.

What the lord said was too reasonable, and he couldn't refute it.

Mrs. Campbell has taken care of him for so many years, if one day she can no longer take care of him and shelter him, what should he do?

"To avoid trouble, let's leave early." Mrs. Campbell made a final decision, "Prepare some things, we will leave in two days."

Now Benedict can go if he wants to, and he has to go if he doesn't want to.

After dinner, Chi Yan returned to the room. He opened the window, changed his clothes and sat at the desk to write in his diary. Just after writing two lines, Kleist jumped in from the window.

Chi Yan put down his pen, folded his arms around his chest, and looked at Kleist leisurely.

His chin was slightly raised, his eyes were slightly narrowed, and he looked like he was asking for a crime.

"It's agreed that you won't go out during the day?" Chi Yan pursed his lips, looking like a little tiger ready to attack at any time.

Although it considers itself ferocious, it is not aggressive.

Kleist took off his coat and hung it on the hanger: "There is movement outside, I went to take a look."

The little tiger immediately turned into a house cat: "What's the matter? Are there robbers? Are they fat? Can we rob them?"

Kleist smiled: "It's not a robber."

Chi Yan pouted regretfully.

Kleist: "It's bad news."

Chi Yan quickly stared into Kleist's eyes: "How bad is it?"

Kleist: "I flew to four cities, and one of them has been infected with the plague."

"Too many people have died this summer."

Chi Yan: "Impossible! It happened once the year before last! Why did it happen again so soon?"

However, the Black Death has indeed been intermittent, and took away one-third of the population of Europe in six years. At that time, the population consumed by the war was only 5.00% of the total population.

It was able to contain it the year before last because of the underdeveloped transportation, and the city where the plague broke out was barely contained after another severe winter after almost all the people died.

Things will only get tougher this summer than the year before.

Only Chi Yan's city is like a paradise. If Kleist hadn't flown out, he wouldn't know the current situation outside.

The merchants have not returned yet, and it is not known whether the plague has broken out in the city they went to.

The city is very clean now, there are still rats, but relatively few, and people will fill up the damaged parts of the house, food is also stored in the cabinets, and there are special people to clean the streets, people no longer defecate everywhere, pools Yan can puff up his chest and say that his city must be the cleanest city on this continent.

Chi Yan took a deep breath: "I'll ask Mrs. Campbell if she can be cured."

Mrs. Campbell could not go out now.

As for Benedict—it depends on whether Mrs. Campbell has the means of treatment.

Chi Yan and Kleist arrived at the door of Mrs. Campbell's room together.

"My lord, in this case, I should go out with Benedict." Mrs. Campbell calmly saluted Chi Yan and Kleist. When she was in front of Kleist, she didn't even dare to turn her head. Li said, "I need to see people and know what kind of plague it is, so that I can be sure whether it can be cured."

Chi Yan: "...Is it different from the plague two years ago?"

Chi Yan thought it was the same kind.

Mrs. Campbell smiled: "Different rats bring different plagues."

Chi Yan: "Are you sure you want to go out? What if you get infected and you can't cure it?"

Mrs. Campbell: "Except for Benedict, everyone who goes out this time will choose the Demon Race."

Mrs. Campbell really wanted to wink at Chi Yan, but she held back: "The demons will not be infected with the plague."

Chi Yan: "... Wouldn't it be too cruel to let Benedict go alone?"

Mrs. Campbell sighed: "My lord, I raised him too weak, he is not strong enough, how will he live in the future? Is it all up to me, or is it all up to you?"

"This time is just a chance. With me here, he will be fine."

Chi Yan felt that he still needed to ask for his own opinion. After all, everyone else was safe on this trip, but he alone was very dangerous.

It is really inhumane to send people out directly.

Only this time, Chi Yan didn't know if Mrs. Campbell developed the drug, should he let Renee and the others send out the prescription.

The last time Renee and the others risked their lives to deliver medicine, but in the second year, Chi Yan didn't get any news about the patient being cured. He didn't believe that all the deans of the Holy Academy who got the medicine were at a loss for life .

After all, not all deans can uphold the doctrine in the face of human life.

Chi Yan was too busy before to inquire about this matter.

Now he wanted to inquire again, but it was too late.

It has been so long, he has no channel to communicate with the outside world, and now he can't rush to find the dean of the Holy Academy who appointed him as the lord of the city. Chi Yan feels that the disadvantages of inconvenient transportation and inconvenient communication are too many!If we were in modern times, we would find out acquaintances and make a phone call, and they would know everything.

After thinking about it for a while, Chi Yan said: "You choose the people you want to take out, and tell Kadi directly if you need anything. Don't go too far, just go to the nearest plague-affected city, and go back early."

Mrs. Campbell: "As you bid, my lord."

Chi Yan recruited Cady and asked him to prepare the things that Mrs. Campbell needed, and then went back to the room with Kleist. Now Kleist seldom puts forward opinions on managing the city. Maybe Kleist is not born with love this.

"I'm too unlucky." Chi Yan wiped his face and approached Kleist's arms, "Why does something happen every time there is a slight improvement? Am I still God's favorite?"

Kleist couldn't help laughing: "I'm wrong, it's Tianmu's favorite."

Chi Yan couldn't help but looked up out of the window: "My mother doesn't seem to love me very much."

Chi Yan sighed: "After a few years of many disasters, after these few years, it should be fine."

Kleist comforted softly: "Yes."

Chi Yan didn't want to talk, so he leaned quietly in Kleist's arms. Only in Kleist's arms could he feel at ease, calm, and safe.

I just don’t know how serious the plague is this time, whether it is the common plague or the Black Death that has haunted the people of Europe for six years.