I led the Goblin Culture to victory.

Chapter 316 The Work Is Never Finished!

Even if we keep working at this rate until winter, let alone the temperature dropping in two or three days, we still won't be able to make enough winter clothes for everyone!

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Something seems off?

He carefully considered the remaining fabric.

That's not right.

Aside from the less than 10% of good material, the remaining coarse and medium-quality fabrics were simply not enough for everyone!

But that's not the worst part.

The worst part is that even if there isn't enough cloth to go around, with their current efficiency, they won't even be able to finish all the coarse and medium-grade cloth before winter arrives!

There's no way to finish it all.

There's simply not enough work to finish.

Zi Mo stared at the pile of fabric, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

If you want to turn all this fabric into clothes before winter, there's only one direct way right now.

That means increasing the time spent working.

In other words, it means asking the people to work overtime.

But Zi Mo immediately remembered what Zi Yi and Zi An had mentioned during their casual chat yesterday.

He didn't hear it clearly at the time, and since it was Zi'an comforting Zi Yi, he felt a little embarrassed to lean closer to listen.

Therefore, he could only deduce the nature of things from the words.

It seems that the people under Baron Taliss's jurisdiction caused trouble because they were asked to work longer hours?

Maybe it's related to the cries for help I heard in the middle of the night?

However, my teacher and the others returned the next day, so there shouldn't be any major problems in the end.

This made him somewhat undecided.

After all, he had seen plenty of slaves who were passive and uncooperative when he was a child.

Once the fishermen start fishing, as long as the supervisor doesn't look at them, all you can hear are the sounds of them working.

In reality, they don't do any work at all.

How could a supervisor possibly keep an eye on just a few people all the time?

Not to mention that if the working hours are long, even the supervisors might slack off.

In the end, they often start working at dawn and continue until late at night, only to find that their efficiency hasn't increased much.

Having witnessed this situation since childhood, he was never too harsh on the slaves in the caravan.

After all, being too harsh is pointless.

Zi Mo sighed.

"I need to talk to my senior sister about this."

He put down the iron bowl in his hand and turned to look around.

Zian's tall figure was not in the courtyard.

Zi Mo's gaze swept around again, finally settling on Farol, who was standing next to the pottery jar.

Let's ask first.

He got up and walked over.

"Farol, do you know where Koyasu went?"

Zian?

Farol swallowed the porridge in his mouth, quickly stood up, and realized what was happening.

Oh, Enlian.

He nodded and pointed westward.

"The lady went to the Matica Manor to inspect the houses and also transferred some people to the estate."

"They arrived around mid-afternoon, and they should still be there now."

Enlian's apprentices inspected the rooms very thoroughly, checking each one by touching the walls.

It does take quite a bit of time.

However, this also put his mind at ease.

At least our late teacher and his entourage genuinely hoped that their people would have a warm winter.

"Okay. I understand."

Zi Mo nodded, turned around and called over a few goblin tribesmen responsible for guarding the area, signaling them to follow him. He also called over a few new tribesmen to facilitate communication.

He'll only be able to eat his fill for a few more days; his body is still sore and achy all over. If he encounters wild animals while walking alone through the woods, he'll be in big trouble.

After several clansmen gathered together, he looked up at the sky.

The sun had completely set, leaving only a faint, dark red glow on the horizon.

After some thought, I realized that the book "I Led the Goblin Culture to Victory" was full of classic quotes, so I looked for something that resonated with me. Zi Mo then issued new orders to several of his tribesmen.

"Light the torches and come with me to the Matica Estate."

The torches crackled as the group hurried westward along the dirt road.

Night completely covered the sky, leaving only large areas of shadow and a hazy deep blue in one's field of vision.

Zi Mo carried the torch out of the woods, and finding no one on the road, he followed the smoke into the main courtyard of the Matica Manor.

Several bonfires were burning in the courtyard, indicating that a meal had just been cooked.

Zian was standing in front of a pile of freshly split timber, watching a group of people sawing the newly cut trees into strips under the direction of several disciples and Bohaji.

"Senior sister."

Zi Mo stepped forward.

Zi'an frowned and turned around.

When she saw Zi Mo arrive, her brows relaxed, and she spoke with some surprise.

"Why did you come here? Did something happen at Valos Manor?"

Although that's what she was asked, she didn't really feel like it.

Because Zi Mo didn't seem to be in a hurry.

Why would he come over if he had nothing to do?

Shouldn't I be watching the people make clothes and shoes at night?

"no."

Zi Mo shook his head, took a few steps closer with a troubled expression, and lowered his voice.

"The clothes are being made too slowly. At the current rate, we won't even use up all the fabric before winter. I was thinking of having the people continue working at night, but..."

He paused for a moment.

"But I'm afraid that, like my senior brother's situation, if we push him too far, he might cause some trouble."

Since it was about her senior brother, Zi Mo felt it wasn't very honorable and didn't dare to say it out loud.

Zi'an raised an eyebrow after hearing this.

No, that's not right. You've got something wrong.

Zi'an subconsciously raised his hand, but couldn't find a suitable place to put it down for a moment, so he finally patted the rough wood next to him.

"The people causing trouble over there are rogue soldiers, I think they're soldiers from Baron Stern and a few other nobles from the surrounding area? Anyway, Baron Tarith has taken them in."

It seems the master didn't specifically mention this before.

They didn't ask about the situation of the wandering soldiers in detail.

After all, they don't need these humans as soldiers right now.

However, that's roughly the situation.

"They don't even have a house to live in, and they think they'll freeze to death when winter comes, which is why they're causing trouble."

"But even among the wandering soldiers, most of them were unwilling to cause trouble. The main ones were two bad guys. They didn't cause any damage and are now dead."

She pointed to the villagers in the yard who were working hard to saw wood.

"Look at these people. They're working so hard to repair our houses because we can give them more food and help them get through the winter."

"Not to mention those people in Baron Talis's territory to the south. They haven't even finished building their houses yet."

"The people all know that these houses are built for them to live in, and these clothes are made for them to wear."

"Who would complain about working to earn their own living?"

Zi Mo looked in the direction she was pointing.

Under the firelight, the faces of the people were exhausted but also had smiles. They pulled the tools with increasing force, each one wanting to finish as quickly as possible.

Although he feels the same way every time he looks back on the past ten days.

However, it must be said that the atmosphere in the manor has been completely different since the arrival of our late master.

"and……"

Zi'an grinned.

"We all know that if you want sheep to grow wool, you have to feed them. Aren't there plenty of grain in the storerooms of the main house in Valos?"

"My late teacher said that the work of leading people should be rewarded."

Zi Mo's eyes lit up.

Yup!