"Do you need to set up this watchtower guard all the year round here?" Surdak frowned. The security camp and the urban defense department in Hailanza City are bloated enough. Now it will add extra staff to the urban defense department of Hailanza City, which will add extra burden to the residents of Hailanza City.
The second squad leader complained, "No way! Who let the rebels be so rampant recently? Someone must watch them! Moreover, the construction of this watchtower will not increase the number of people. Now this situation is a complete containment of the three squadrons of our support squadron. It will be cancelled when there is a temporary inspection of the watchtower here! "
Pagros Pass stopped for a short time before Surdak rode back to Wall Village.
The dead tree at the entrance of Walvillage is still hung with the Walvillage brand. There are many small traders and vendors on the periphery of the entrance, and a small market has just taken shape a month ago. I didn’t expect it to be issued now.
A group of members of the adventure group haggled around a stall for a long time.
Surdak led the Macunkou small market around with food and groceries, magic scrolls, and craftsmen who maintained leather goods and repaired ironware appeared in this small market. Unfortunately, due to the scarcity of magic herbs, magic potions are still in short supply and will not appear in such a small market.
Some adventure groups will camp outside the village to build tents, while others will rent the outermost row houses in the village. The rent of the row houses here is not expensive, and it is also sheltered from the wind and rain. The old village head has put wooden beds and wooden tables in the idle row houses, which makes it very convenient, just like the villagers’ lodging.
Those kobold slave camps were moved to row houses near the mouth of the river, which was relatively remote. Some people could not bear to see their kobold slaves living in the same row house.
After entering the village, the townhouses in the village have been built one after another, and the last three townhouses need to be capped with herringbone frames. The foundation of the townhouses has been delivered to the villagers in Woer Village, and the remaining masons have resurfaced the roads in the village. All roads connecting all places are paved with pozzolanic cement, and there are drains on both sides of the roads.
Looking into the valley from the entrance of the village, these townhouses are like a row of neat stairs, arranged in close proximity to the hillside.
There are still five cauldrons in the village square, where coarse cereal porridge and stewed vegetables are boiled in a large iron pot. In another iron plate, two village women are constantly making scones. They are preparing dinner. After the village entrance becomes a small market, the village children can play here in the village square. Old Sheila and a group of old people sit in the tree and enjoy the cool. Little Peter is mixed with a group of children, and the sun is running full of sweat.
Signa squatted at the gate of the children’s home and looked at the children who kept running hard with envy.
She was the first to find a stone waving at him at the door of Surdak when she returned from riding.
Then the children playing in the village square, little Peter, saw Surdak and ran towards him.
Surdak vaulted his horse and picked him up. Little Peter held him high and made little Peter giggle.
Surdak took little Peter in one hand and a horse in the other to say hello to old Sheila.
Old Sheila pursed her lips and nodded to little Peter and said, "Come on, let your father have a rest. He has had a hard journey …"
Chapter 543 Dreams in my heart
Dinner is a simple set meal consisting of scones, broth and a bowl of stewed vegetables.
For the villagers in Woer village, broth is not delicious every day.
Rita told me that Surdak was lucky enough to come back just right, and she only drank broth once a week.
With the high standard of living in Woer Village, wine vendors have piled oak barrels in the small market at the entrance of the village. They even put several wooden piers next to the barrels, and some wooden tables have a little dried salted fish and salted radish. The only feature of these snacks is that they are very salty, so that drinkers may twist one and put it into their mouths to wake up a taste bud.
Now that the villagers have a little spare money in their pockets, they occasionally go to the entrance of the village in twos and threes to drink two cups of coarse ale with wheat residue. It takes two coppers. It was also unbearable for the villagers in Woer village a year ago, but now the whole townhouse in Woer village has been built, and the pockets of the villagers have become bulging.
Occasionally, I will hear the old people in the village exclaiming, "It’s really kind of people to build houses for the villagers and pay everyone to build their own houses. What’s the salary?"
The old man couldn’t even keep his eyes open and said, "You have to call him Baron Surdak. He’s a Baron now!"
The first old man said, "I heard that the nobles are big landlords. What do you think of this small land? Why not circle the land of Wall Village? "
"I listened to my family’s novel, Pussy Mountain in Duck Territory. Even if I rode a horse for a day, I couldn’t run all the boundary pillars."
At first, the old man said doubtfully, "What can you say if you want such a mountain with no pustules?"
The old man, whose eyes are hard to open, added, "Did you know that volcanic ash can build houses? Look at this mountain of volcanic ash. Every grain of volcanic ash comes from pustule mountain. It all belongs to Ducky, just like those oak trees in the mountain belong to his noble master. Whoever wants to make these volcanic ash has to pay taxes to Ducky. Ducky is worried that we can’t afford this comfortable room, so he built these townhouses for all of us out of his own pocket. "