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With a gentle sweep of his foot, he brushed aside the puppy that was staring at the two chickens. Considering that these two live chickens had helped him scout the way for his transfer to another world, Mo Jiang decided to let them live out their natural lifespan.
After scattering some rice for the two chickens, Mo Jiang left the wooden house.
The wooden buckets in front of the cabin were filled with picked marigolds and nettles. Mo Jiang could tell at a glance that the boys hadn't just slapped anything on him.
The marigolds and nettles were washed clean of dirt with water and then filled two wooden buckets.
Although Mojiang now has modern logistics and is not short of materials, they are very satisfied with the four teenagers' work attitude.
Now he's going out to see how lucky those boys are. If he runs into them, he can give them the task of cleaning the house and repairing the fence.
Upon seeing the three Cuman warhorses tethered in front of the wooden house, Mo Jiang silently added one more to the number of tasks.
They also need to get the group of four a stable.
Mojang did not intend to contact Wenceslaus IV immediately; the only way to present what he had to him for the time being was through Radji.
These items would have been extremely valuable in the Middle Ages, and Radji would certainly not have trusted anyone else to transport them. Fleeing with the money is not a modern phenomenon.
But if Radji personally escorts them, it would be tantamount to abandoning Skarlitz's protective mission, which would be even worse for Mojang.
Skaritz was the first stop on his journey through Mojiang, and the wooden house was also the first place he appeared in this medieval region.
Mo Jiang wasn't sure if the destruction of the wooden house would affect his ability to travel through time.
The destruction of the wooden house could mean that Mo Jiang will appear in Latai's house the next time he comes to the Middle Ages, or it could mean that he simply can't open the door and his time-traveling ability is completely ruined.
Mo Jiang's current wealth and time travel abilities make up the majority of his assets, so he dares not and is unwilling to gamble.
Therefore, Skarlitz cannot be destroyed in the war.
This time, Mo Jiang didn't wear his armor when he went out; instead, he wore a shirt that allowed for easy movement.
With his current physique enhanced by alchemy, he doesn't need to use his armor for ordinary dangers. Moreover, in Mo Jiang's mind, Skaritz will be a very important node in his planned future.
He needs to build good relationships with the locals, especially Henry's group of four.
Not long after they reached the main road, Mo Jiang saw Henry approaching with a basket of marigolds. Drops of water clung to the petals of the marigolds, indicating that they had been thoroughly washed before their arrival.
"Henry."
Hearing someone call his name, Henry looked at the burly man whose face he had to crane his neck to see, and after a moment of thought, he remembered who the voice belonged to.
It was the voice of that iron knight, as imposing as a castle.
“Sir!” Henry jogged over, then took two steps back and held up the basket. “I was just about to deliver the marigolds.”
Mo Jiang nodded, took out eight Grosshin notes from his bag and handed them over, "Well done, this is your bonus."
"Sir, you have already paid the fee."
One Grossen could buy one or two chickens; chickens were certainly not as cheap as they are today in the Middle Ages.
It's fair to say that paying two Grosshin coins to hire a boy for such a low-skilled job as picking marigolds is far too overpriced.
"This is your reward for knowing how to clean the materials, so I don't have to spend time washing them again."
As he spoke, Mo Jiang handed Grosshin to Henry with an unquestionable attitude, "What about your friends? If you're free, come to my place. I have something for you to do, and you'll still be paid."
"They're waiting for me at the tavern; we have nothing to do today."
A moment later, Henry ran toward the village tavern, moving as fast as a wild deer in the forest.
22. It's like a silverback gorilla that wandered into a kindergarten.
Before long, Henry and the other three had gathered in front of the wooden house in Mojiang.
Five puppies were constantly going in and out of the cabin, exploring the limits of the territory's size, while cautiously approaching the Cuman warhorse, looking as if they were getting close to a time bomb that was on a countdown.
The four boys' gazes occasionally drifted to the puppy and the warhorse. They naturally felt a sense of closeness and envy towards these creatures that symbolized fighting power, whether they were boys from the 15th century or the 21st century.
Looking at the group of energetic teenagers, Mo Jiang nodded, "There are a lot of things to do today, so I'll take care of your meals."
Three meals a day were a foreign concept to these teenagers.
The people here only have two meals a day. The first meal is a main meal between 10 a.m. and 12 p.m., and the second meal is a light meal between 4 p.m. and 6 p.m.
Three meals a day?
That's the standard for the nobility.
Mo Jiang pointed to the interior of the wooden house and issued the first task.
"The first thing to do is to clean the house, move everything out, and clean up the dust, chicken droppings, and cobwebs."
He pointed to the open space behind the house that had just been "inspected" by five puppies.
“Clear the weeds from this plot of land, pick up the stones and pile them up along the edge, then build me a sturdy fence, up to my waist.”
Then, pointing to the two shivering chickens, he said, "Build a simple rain shelter inside the fence for these two to stay in."
Mo Jiang figured he'd be lucky to finish cleaning the house and building the fence today, but he still continued, "After that, build a nest for these little guys, and..."
Mo Jiang pointed to the Kuman warhorses, the three horses that kept attracting the boys' attention, and said, "Get them a stable."
He needed to make the boys realize that this was a time-consuming task, not just a simple matter of picking marigolds.
By gradually assigning tasks and training them to work under your supervision, you'll eventually face less resistance when recruiting.
Mo Jiang planned to use the five guard positions offered by the acting lord of Latai on these young men in front of him.
However, they still need to undergo their own observation and testing.
"Alright, you can decide how to assign tasks yourselves. I'll bring you lunch later."
After saying that, Mo Jiang ignored how these people assigned tasks and directly carried the assembled IKEA wooden table and chemical experiment kit to a more remote place.
Next, he needs to research other potions. Cleaning the house is a time-consuming and unnecessary task, so naturally he won't do it.
Before Henry and the others arrived, Mo Jiang had already cleaned out the cabin, so that the remaining items wouldn't frighten them.
Everything was packed in boxes. Mo Jiang had told the handlers beforehand to handle the boxes with care, and that as long as they didn't deliberately open them, there wouldn't be any problems.
This is also one of Mojiang's tests; if they can't pass this test, there's no point in training them.
……
After Henry and the others started working, Mo Jiang did not intend to stay and supervise the work.
He had many things to do and didn't have enough time to supervise whether the four boys were working properly.
When he assigns a task, he doesn't intend to be a supervisor; he will only check and evaluate at the end.
If the standard is met and Mojiang is satisfied, then there will be a next task.
If it doesn't work, then there won't be a next time.
Walking along the main road of the village towards the castle, but this time Mojang was not looking for Radji, but for the blacksmith shop next to the castle.
Inside, a burly figure was hammering an iron ingot.
But as they approached the Mo River, the blacksmith stopped his work. "Sir, is there anything you need?"
As he spoke, out of a veteran's instinct, Martin's eyes subtly glanced at a forged sword not far away.
The body appears relaxed, but the muscles are actually tense, ready to charge and pick up weapons at any moment.
It's no wonder that blacksmith Martin was so cautious, because for people in the Middle Ages, Mo Jiang's height of 1.9 meters was simply too shocking.
As for the muscles that were hidden by his shirt but actually possessed both high endurance and explosive power, Martin judged almost instantly that Mo Jiang was an unstoppable humanoid beast on the battlefield.
In the Middle Ages, when the average height was probably only 1.6 meters and malnutrition was widespread, Mojiang was like a silverback gorilla that had wandered into a kindergarten.
"I need a sword. When can you get it ready at the earliest?"
Mo Jiang stated his needs directly, gesturing with his hand to indicate the length, "It needs to be about this long. It doesn't need to be anything fancy, just the standard uniform used by ordinary soldiers."
Blacksmith Martin gave him two days because he had other work to do; otherwise, the soldiers' standard longswords wouldn't have taken him long to complete.
After paying the deposit, Mo Jiang left the blacksmith shop. His purpose in coming here was simply to get acquainted with the blacksmith Martin and to test his idea of using the inventory for a magical assassination.
Walking on the deserted road, a sharp glint of light occasionally flashed from Mo Jiang's fingertips.
On the way here, Mo Jiang bought a small knife for processing game at a general store, which could be easily stored in his inventory.
The next step is to verify whether weapons and armor purchased from the store can be stored together.
The longsword was ready at Skalitz's blacksmith shop, but the armor could only be obtained by going to Rattay. It was also time for him to find the Rattay agent to collect payment for the sugar and salt.
Mo Jiang looked at the position of the sun; it was probably around 10 a.m.
"It's time to prepare lunch for those lads."
Considering that fifteen- or sixteen-year-old boys are in the period of most rapid physical development, Mojang gave up the idea of buying food locally in Skaritz.
Medieval food and industrial society food are completely different concepts. Even lower-ranking nobles could not afford to eat meat at every meal, let alone commoners.
……
At the cabin, the boys split into two groups: one group moved the things out of the cabin, and the other group cleaned the cabin.
Although Mo Jiang didn't give any specific instructions, the boys all assumed that cleaning the house was the priority, as it was only safe to live in a clean house.
The puppies had already measured out the boundaries of their territory, and three of them were patrolling the area.
A small dog was watching the chickens from a short distance from the cabin, but it didn't approach and disturb the two lucky chickens.
For Chinese rural dogs, chasing chickens is not allowed. Tie Tou uses his teeth and roars to let the pups know that chickens are the owner's property and can only be protected.
Chasing chickens away, which causes them to feel their territory is unsafe and thus stop laying eggs, is strictly prohibited.
The other puppy looked at the three Cuman warhorses, cautiously trying to approach them, but was startled and retreated after being snorted at by the warhorses.
This was a species the puppies had never seen before. At this moment, the puppies were observing the warhorse in various ways, trying to determine the Cuman warhorse's status in this "territory".
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23. [Nighthawk Potion], [Stag's Blood Potion], [Archer Potion]
The four boys worked very diligently, and they dared not slack off on this rare job that could bring them such a high reward.
If they don't do their job well and that man docks their pay, no one will speak up for them.
Although he was only fifteen or sixteen years old, in the medieval environment he was already considered an adult and a member of the workforce.
At the same time, the boys also realized that an enemy called "Life" was chasing them from behind, whipping them relentlessly.
The teenagers, who were working intently, suddenly caught a strong whiff of a scent. It wasn't the fragrance of flowers, but a scent that made their stomachs rumble and their mouths water.
Mo Jiang appeared at the doorway at some point, pushing a small cart with four wooden barrels piled on it.
Those are large-capacity wooden barrels used for insulation in restaurants, for storing rice.
"Stop what you're doing and come eat."
Fifteen- or sixteen-year-old boys get hungry quickly, not to mention they do physical labor.
"Go wash your hands first." As he spoke, Mo Jiang pointed to the different colored lunchboxes laid out on the ground, "Pick a color you like."
Then he tossed out a bar of soap, saying, "Use this to wash."
Mojiang has no intention of using medieval tableware. Putting aside whether it would be clean or not, the medieval environment alone makes Mojiang feel psychologically uncomfortable eating the food from this place.
After the boys washed their hands with soap, Mo Jiang lifted the lids of the four wooden buckets. Instantly, a storm of different scents bombarded the boys' brains.
The four wooden buckets contained boiled potatoes, rice, mung bean soup, and thick Russian meat broth, respectively.
Two main dishes, one soup, and one main course.
The so-called Russian thick meat soup is made by boiling all kinds of sausages, bacon, chicken breast, pork belly, pork ribs, luncheon meat and spices together.
"Pack yourself whatever you want to eat."
Mo Jiang didn't say much. He simply packed rice and meat soup into a lunchbox, found a place to sit down, and started eating.
Henry and his companions did not move, even though they were drooling uncontrollably, and did not approach the four barrels.
Because Mo Jiang was eating at that moment, in the Middle Ages, commoners could not start eating until the nobles had finished.
Commoners weren't even entitled to eat the same food as nobles.
As for the fact that Mojiang is not a noble family...