Chapter 6 The Damaged Millstone and Oven

After choosing the address of his wooden house, Sherman walked around the town and confirmed the location of the wooden house, the silk workshop, and the blacksmith shop.

The materials at hand were only enough to build three wooden houses and a wooden workshop.

But he felt something was missing.

Sherman looked at his blueprint and suddenly realized.

Where were the millstone and the oven here?

There was no public barbecue furnace, nor was the millstone.

Sherman called Roy to ask why.

What were they going to do with the wheat that was handed down?

Roy was confused at first.

Hearing Sherman's question, Roy blushed and looked very embarrassed.

"We usually try to grind it into flour or cook it directly. It's a very rough food."

"Our common millstone and oven have been damaged for many years and can't be repaired."

Vegetables were much rarer.

People could only fish and occasionally hunt some visible animals. At the same time, they picked up those bodies when resisting the fish monsters.

The skin was used to make shoes, and the flesh was made into dried salted meat. Fishbones could also be used to make tools to make the best use of them.

In recent years, the number of fish monsters had flooded, forcing them to struggle to live in such small places at now, and the resources were just enough to keep them alive.

The whole town was covered with despair.

Everyone only wanted to survive.

Hearing Roy's words, Sherman sighed.

No wonder the tax in the Thorn Marsh over the years had reached a new low. Many people wanted to leave here even if they had to violate the law and be fined a huge amount.

Roy was a little nervous. He thought he had said something to disappoint Marquis.

But on second thought, what was he nervous about?

Marquis Sherman had endless wealth in the city, so he had nothing to do with the Thorn Marsh.

At the thought of this, Roy wasn't worried.

"The situation is a little bad."

Sherman didn't say anything else.

He looked at the blueprint for a long time and asked, "Have you cultivated anything?"

Like duck?

"There were duck and marsh fish, but it was really difficult to keep them under the influence of the fish monsters."

There were few people, but the territory was vast.

A small town with less than five hundred people?

It was more like a village.

Sherman rubbed between his eyebrows and asked, "How many can we go out now?"

"There are still over three hundred people, sir."

The rest of them were either sick old people or children.

This number was quite good.

Sherman thought for a moment and said, "Send one hundred people out with weapons and tools to collect wood and stones. No matter how much you have collected, come back before sunset."

Roy nodded, waiting for Sherman's next words.

"If you encounter something edible on the way, such as berries and vegetables, try your best to bring them back. Make sure that people are all coming back!"

Sherman looked a little serious when he said the last sentence.

Roy nodded, "I'll do it right away."

There were voices in the quiet town. Most notably, Roy was shouting for the occupants to come out.

Most of them were reluctant, and there was a little fear hidden in their hearts.

That was the fear of the fish monsters.

"Sinard."

Sherman found saintess, who hadn't gotten up yet.

Sinard was still sleepy but when she saw Sherman, she quickly became a little sober. "Sherman!"

Sherman shivered at her sweet voice.

Shaking off his goosebumps, Sherman said seriously, "Can you dispatch two imperial soldiers to collect resources with my subordinates?"

Sherman didn't know what was wrong with Sinard. She just turned around and said in a low voice, "You just assign them to work. It's up to you."

Sinard, who didn't mess around as before, was really strange.

Sherman ignored her and went out to find the soldier.

"We can't leave saintess!"

The soldier answered forcefully.

Sinard's voice came from behind, full of majesty. "This is my order."

"But, dear saintess, your safety is of great importance. How can we ignore your safety and escort those bitches..."

The soldier tried to persuade Sinard to take back the order, so he saw saintess with a cold face.

"Follow my orders!"

The soldiers left reluctantly.

Almost all the villagers went out, and the rest were busy cooking today's meal.

"I really want to eat bread."

"Me too, I haven't eaten for a long time."

When Sherman walked across the street, he heard the women chatting, who gathered in the interval of cooking.

"What did you eat today?"

"Wheat porridge, you too, right?"

It seemed that he had to put the millstone and the oven on the agenda as soon as possible.

Sherman stopped and asked, "Ladies, do you know where the millstone and the oven are?"

"Ah, marquis master!"

The women were shocked. When they saw clearly that it was the new marquis, they were relieved. "Are you talking about the millstone and the oven? They are all torn down because they can't be used at all."

Although it was very frustrating, there was nothing they could do.

"Can you take me there?"

The women here were responsible for sewing, cooking, and part of the farm work, and there was no craftsman.

A warm-hearted woman put aside the vegetable plot and took Sherman to the place of the old millstone and the oven.

The two facilities were close to each other, but they were indeed dilapidated.

The wood was rotten and the bricks were broken.

"It will take a lot of resources to repair it, but the most lacking thing in the town is the things to repair them. Even the merchants can't transport these things in."

The shy woman explained to Sherman in a low voice.

Sherman kept a distance from her like a gentleman, in case she would be involved in rumors.

"Thank you for leading the way. I don't have any gifts with me. This little gift is for you and your partner."

As he was speaking, he winked at Dolores.

Then, Sherman magically took out a small bag of ointment and handed it to the woman.

The women in the town had never seen such a thing before.

She looked at it and couldn't put it down.

But after seeing it, she returned the ointment to Sherman and said in fear, "Mr. Marquis, I can't take such a precious gift."

Then she ran away regardless of etiquette.

Sherman sighed, "It's urgent to improve the life of the people in the Thorn Marsh."

They didn't even dare to accept the ointment which was just worth ten copper coins.

Dolores believed in Sherman's ability.

"When Roy comes back, tell him to meet me as soon as possible. Now you go to check all the stock."

Dolores took the order and left.

A warehouse of materials, a wooden workshop, and a shop blacksmith appeared on the street.