In this valley where the drowned moor was drowned, there was originally an orc called the Raitu tribe living. These orcs built their own homes along the mountain. They spent decades on the southern slope of this naturally formed valley, slowly brought the foundation made of stones from afar, dragged huge logs back from the depths of Yelian Mountain, built houses, and formed a village of not small size. In order to resist the zombies in the depths of the swamp, they also built a wooden wall at the outermost edge of the village.

No one would have thought that the solid walls in the eyes of these orcs, wooden houses made of log fences that could live for more than a hundred years, would turn the village in the valley into ruins in this spring, in the hands of the corpse kings crawling out of the depths of the swamps. After passing the walls of the log fences, the whole eye was filled with broken wood and gravel.

The gray dwarf slave faces were cleaned up in the entire ruins for more than half a month, but they just cleaned up the logs. Kuz believed that these ragged logs could be used as firewood. After the corpse oil and corpse residue, the fire-gathering scrolls had been completely reclaimed into the wooden magic seal box. Kuz planned to give these discarded wood to Hosens.

In order to maintain the normal operation of the blacksmith shop, Hosens sent orc teams to the depths of Yelian Mountain to cut wood all year round, and he needed a lot of charcoal and coke. However, Kuz's decision stopped me. I felt that although those timbers could not be used as the main beams of the house or the walls of the village, they could still be used for other purposes.

In the past few days, the cleaning work has slowly come to an end. The gray dwarfs have started a new job. They didn't know where to find an anvil, and they simply set up a simple blacksmith shop at the outermost edge of the village: anvil, wind box, station stove, and sink. They even asked for some corpse slags soaked with corpse tincture oil from the gray dwarf slaves who refined tincture oil. It is said that when this corpse slags burned, the temperature was higher than the refined coke. In this way, the tool repair and simple production of the entire tribe are no longer a problem.

Hosens walked along the abandoned village of Raitu as Kuz and I, and saw that there were only some house foundations left everywhere, many simple shacks made of wooden boards and cowhide. They were built on these cornerstones. The original Raitu beast girls were very nostalgic for their homes. Even if they had been razed to the ground, they would silently choose to build simple shacks on the ruins. Those beast girls who joined the Raitu tribe later on the wasteland also chose some flat and clean places to build temporary shacks.

The village in this valley looked messy. Various debris were dried outside the messy shack, clean leather armor, linen straps, half a piece of meat sausage, and a string of half-dried jerky. Some ragged wooden basins, clay pots, and wool blankets picked up from the ruins, as long as they were used, were cleaned up.

Hosens sighed and said, "The dozen orc tribes near the drowned Bo should have almost all looked like this. Alas! I didn't expect that the hard work of nearly a hundred years was ruined in this day and night."

"Everything will be fine!" Kuz always likes to say this, his optimism was infected by Gerrier.

Hosens laughed and said to Kuz with relief: "You young people are more motivated and energetic. You have a good idea. Children like you are born to be the leader! I have never seen them work so hard in my mining farm!"

Hosens pointed at two gray dwarf slaves holding a long saw and sawing broken wood complained. There was no orc supervisor next to the two gray dwarfs, and there were two cooked ground potatoes on the wooden pier beside them. They were breaking the discarded wood and making two inches thick wooden boards, with a pile of square wood next to them.

"What are they doing? Is it a bed?" Gerile looked at it for a long time but couldn't understand it. He asked Kuz in confusion.

Kuz grinned: "You ask Jia, these are Jia's ideas!"

Gerile's gaze covered me. I had to come out and explain to her: "These square wood and wooden boards are also fine wood after fine processing. I wanted to turn the broken, rotten logs and discarded logs for various reasons into these fine woods. These woods have a wide range of functions and can be made into wooden beds, window frames, wardrobes, wooden doors, dining tables, and benches. As long as you can find them, you can make them. Moreover, these woods are easy to stack and preserve."

Finally, I said, "Since it has been abandoned, if the waste cannot be used, it will be a pity to chop and burn it as a firewood!"

Hosens, who was standing beside him, was inspired to nod and said, "It's true that this is the truth, this is the truth. Turning waste into treasure is indeed good!"

He saw that the two gray dwarf slaves were working all the time. They didn't even communicate with each other, and they ignored us who were standing not far away, and were always working. Hosens asked strangely: "How did these lazy gray dwarf slaves become willing to work so hard? In my mining field, there were never any gray dwarf slaves willing to work so hard!"

"I know this. Jia always told me that if you want the horse to run, you must feed it!" Kuz said quickly.

Hosens asked uncertainly: "Just just having two full meals? That's that simple?"

"Actually, we just let them understand how difficult life morals are, and we also let them understand one truth, that is, we all can't survive anymore, and they must be the ones who sacrificed first!" I added from the side that I felt that I should wear a pair of tortoiseshell eyes so that I could look more mature, otherwise I would always speak like this, and maybe some people would think I was an adult dwarf.

Hosens suddenly realized that he paused the cane in his hand and said excitedly: "Why didn't I expect this principle? They are so hungry that they can have two full meals now, so there is no reason not to cherish it!"

Fortunately, our group had slowly walked away, otherwise the two gray dwarf slaves would have been working in fear.

Walking along the stone road towards the east of the village, I said to Hosens from Kuz: "Actually, there are some other things here, such as distribution according to work, clear rewards and punishments, which are all related!"

Kuz and others were used to me speaking in this tone, but Hosens showed surprise on his face. I decided to talk less. If I talked too much about some things, our plans would always be exposed, just like I have been talking to Kuz about the future of the Raitu tribe. How to rebuild this orc village, I don’t want to talk too much to this shrewd mining farmer. He can always find some business opportunities in it, and then lobby and squeeze us.

The refinery was built in an open area on the east side of the village. Now it is still very simple, with only a stove built with stone strips temporarily. However, after these granite stone strips burned for a long time, the stones will fall off naturally and sometimes explode. It is not very safe. I am worried that these stoves made of stone strips will collapse one day, so I have been trying to rebuild a row of stoves with clay these days, but unfortunately there are hundreds of headless swamp zombies piled up on the stove. Before they all turned into corpse tincture oil, they did not have the chance to put out the stove, so things kept dragging them down.

The ten-two iron pot, which is more than three meters tall, is as huge as a giant mixer in a gravel field. The corpse slag under the stove is burning red. The flames sprayed out of the corpse slag burn the corpse turbid oil in the iron pot. A gray dwarf slave was wearing a cowhide apron and rode clumsily on a wooden rack. He was holding an iron spoon that was more than three meters long and was adding blue sail crystal sand to it.

Looking at his red-grown face, I thought to myself that only dwarves who are not afraid of fire can do this job.

The powdered blue sail crystal sand was carefully sprinkled into the iron pan by the gray dwarf. Then the strong-looking gray dwarf began to scoop out the corpse tincture oil from the iron pan one spoonful after another and pour it into the oil barrel that had been prepared.

An orc supervisor was lying on a newly prepared long chair with his back towards us. He was obviously immersed in his own world and didn't even hear our footsteps. Perhaps it was because of the strong burning sounds of ten iron pots, or perhaps because the smelter was too comfortable, which made him relax his vigilance.

He stared at dozens of gray dwarves and worked hard. He said to the gray dwarves slave, "Hey, I said Liang too, these swamp zombies are left. Mr. Jijia has given instructions. After refining, you have to extinguish all the stoves. The granite has exploded very seriously recently. If a certain oil pan is accidentally collapsed, we will be buried in the fire first, and no one can escape! Look at the corpse slag under the stove, a zombie arm will be burned all day long. This full pot of corpse turbid oil is really going to burn. I guess we can't even have the gray ones left in the end. You must be careful to keep a good eye on me!"

The gray dwarf was very attentive to scoop out corpse tincture oil from the iron pot one by one. When the orc supervisor said the last sentence, he quickly turned his head and said that he knew clearly and understood. But when he turned his head, he saw Kuz and I coming with Hosens. The long-handled iron spoon that scared him almost fell from his hand, and immediately splashed a hot oil.

Fortunately, the oil flower did not splash out of the oil pan. If it was really splashing out accidentally, it flowed down the outer wall of the edge of the iron pan. If it was not done well, the hot oil in the whole large iron pan would be ignited. If you were thinking about extinguishing the fire at that time, it would definitely not be an easy task.

The orc supervisor was just seeing the gray dwarf slave Liang fall off the iron spoon. He was so scared that he bounced up from the wooden chair, pointing at the gray dwarf slave and cursing: "You kid really don't know how to write the word 'death'. If you put the hot oil in this pot, I will give you a ticket to heaven! You, the rash guy, have you been trying to get a whip recently..."

"Ahem!" Hosens was a little embarrassed. After all, it was his orcs who were playing tricks.

Hearing a series of coughs, the orc supervisor subconsciously turned around and suddenly saw a group of people behind him staring at him as if they were watching a show. His face suddenly seemed to have knocked over the five-flavor bottle, and he stood next to the wooden chair with a complex expression and trembling expression. He looked at Hosens with some pitiful look. A half-bitten sausage fell out of his sleeve and rolled on the wooden chair. He smeared the oil stains on the corner of his mouth in panic.

"Get out of here!" Hosens stretched out his feet and kicked the awkward orc supervisor aside, glaring at him fiercely. Hosens was attracted by the ten large iron pots and the burning flames below, and ignored the embarrassing expression of the orc supervisor at the mining yard.

He wanted to take two steps forward, and a breeze blew, and was forced back by the rolling heat waves. He pointed to the big iron pot and asked us: "Do these swamp zombies use to make tincture oil for charcoals?"

"No! I didn't think about what to do with them. Our brothers just wanted to transport these corpse tincture oil back to Gurudin and sell them directly! In fact, our initial idea was to pair these tincture oil with an oil stove and sell it to hunters who have been hunting in the wilderness all year round. The tincture oil is very resistant to burning..." Kuz continued Hosens' words and explained.

Hosens opened his mouth in a clear way, gently touched the stubble on his chin with one hand, and said slowly: "That's right! Those complicated oil barrels are actually stoves, but these corpse tincture oils are very expensive, right?"

When Hosens saw Kuz and I look at him in confusion, he did not take his words, he continued to explain: "This time I came here in person. In addition to escorting your relatives back safely, I actually wanted to make two deals with your brothers! The first thing was to see if I would do oil barrels next. In addition, I heard you say that to rebuild this village in the drowning bourd, I should also use a lot of iron. I still have some inventory there! If two of you are willing to buy it, I can be cheaper."

I thought to myself: The iron ore in your place is more than just a little inventory, it is simply piled up like a mountain!
Chapter completed!