Old John and his followers followed William back to the dirt house.

As soon as he entered the earthen house, Old John couldn't help asking William, "Sir Baron, I don't understand. This kind of weed is not a precious thing. Why are you willing to give such a high purchase price? According to Old John, your price can be reduced by more than twice! We don't have much money, and every Poole copper coin must be used where it must be used."

"Sir Baron, as I said, we can do nothing but give money. It is their honor to just let these untouchables do a little bit!"

"If you are not convenient for you to come forward, Old John is happy to serve."

The other followers all looked like they felt deeply in agreement.

William shook his head, smiled indifferently, and said, "Old John, I am not happy that you will throw my reputation into the river and rush to nowhere!"

"But, Lord Baron, if those untouchables say the truth, then we need to prepare in advance in winter." Old John still wanted to dissuade him.

"What are you preparing?" William was surprised. Old John actually knew about his own calculations? This is impossible.

"Baron, the consumption in Patras is not low, and in order to maintain the decency that the nobles should have, the consumption is even higher... and..." Old John said, breaking apart.

"Wait!" William made a "stop" move, "Who told you that we will go back to Patras City in winter, Old John?"

"Sir Baron, if the Lizardman is true, we have nowhere to go except Patras!" Old John said to William seriously, "Your life is more important than everything!"

"Yes, Old John, life is the most important thing, nothing is more important than life." William nodded in agreement, and Old John's face suddenly showed joy, but the next second, Old John's face froze.

"But, except here, I won't go anywhere all winter!" William said firmly.

"Sir Baron, the village of Nisse is like a house built by grass. When a gust of wind blows, it will fall down. How can you provide you with enough protection?" Old John said sincerely.

"That's why we have to build it!" William said for granted.

"Construction?" Old John was stunned.

"Yes, Old John, my best elder, the direction of the way forward, I need you, and you, together with me, build the village of Nisse. One day, it will grow a town and a city, standing on this area. And your names will continue forever with the history of this city! Help me, okay? In this world, the only thing I can trust is you!" William said to all his followers.

Several followers were so excited that they heard it, but only Old John was still worried and opened his mouth to speak.

At this time, a cautious voice came from outside the dirt house.

"Baron, Baron, Baron, Baron, we have picked enough grass."

"So fast?" William had a good hearing and could hear clearly.

"As long as these untouchables have money, they can't do anything." Old John cursed with disgust in his eyes.

"Haha, that's exactly what I want." William smiled, and he looked at Old John and said, "Old John, go and count the weeds sent by that man, and call them golden silk grass. If the quantity is not a problem, give him the reward."

William casually named this grass the golden silk grass.

"Yes, Lord Baron, I must check it out!" Old John said helplessly when he saw that he could not change William's intentions.

Old John was about to go out, but William suddenly felt uneasy and called him again, saying sincerely, "Old John, to me, reputation is as important as life to me. I have given my reputation to you, and I hope you can protect it well, just like protecting my life. If the villagers outside use all kinds of weeds to deceive you, of course, they should not give him any Poole copper coins, but if he really does, then don't give him less Poole copper coins. Is that OK, Old John?"

"Master Baron, you will not be disappointed." Seeing William's sincere appearance, Old John felt a feeling of emotion.

"You have never let me down! Go." William said lightly.

Old John called his son, little John and walked out.

After one fifth of the time the candle burns.

Outside the earthen house, Old John asked the little John who was squatting in front of a pile of golden grass, "Is the number determined?"

"I'm sure. There are 923 golden silk grasses in total. I've counted them three times." Little John said with great certainty.

"What a hell, how long has it been, Mark, did you do this?" Old John frowned and looked at the whole family in front of him.

The leader was a middle-aged man who bent slightly and smiled. Because he often did hard work under the scorching sun, his skin was dark and red, which was the mark of being sunburned.

In fact, most of the entire villages are people with this kind of skin.

It is rare to have a slightly fair skin!

Behind this villager named Mark stood a woman with nervous and restless face, also wrinkled faces due to suffering.

Next to the woman, there were five children standing, all of them looking malnourished.

Old John had a little impression of this family. In his memory, he seemed to have very few fields and many children in the family, so life was harder than ordinary villagers.

The villagers' lives were already hard enough.

"Master John, actually our family used this grass to cushion the floor. When the Baron wanted it, I took it over. Is it OK?" Mark looked at Old John with hope, and his wife and children also had the same look.

It's just because they need these copper coins too much.

With these copper coins, they can eat a meal of black bread instead of eating batter that is worse than black bread every day, the batter made of flour and water, and they are also prone to hunger!

He needs it, and so does his children!

"The floor cushion? So that's it." Old John showed disgusting eyes.

In this era, the weather was cold, and the entire floor would be extremely cold at night. Nobles or rich people could burn fireplaces or put carpets to keep warm, but the poor could only pile some thatch on the ground in exchange for a little warmth.

"Master John, don't worry, our grass has been carefully selected and there is no problem at all. Otherwise, we would not take three Poole copper coins, two, um, no, one Poole copper coins. Please, Master John, for my poor child." Mark panicked and said without saying a word.

"Okay, a Poole copper coin..." After hearing what Mark said, the thrifty old John blurted out without thinking.

The Mark family showed joy in their eyes. No matter how many it was, it was an unexpected gain for them.

At this time, Old John thought of William's instructions, and his heart moved, subconsciously said, "No! A Poole copper coin cannot."

The light in Mark's family's eyes suddenly dimmed. Sure enough, are the nobles all lie?

Then he heard Old John say in a rough voice, "You are lucky, these grasses, well, these golden silk grasses are fine. According to what the Baron said, I will give you three Poole copper coins."

"Ah..." Happiness came so suddenly that Mark was stunned and his mouth couldn't help but open.

"Do you fool, do you want it?" Old John waited for a while, but Mark still didn't come back to his senses, so he kicked him impatiently.

Mark finally woke up from the shock and nodded desperately. When others saw the amplitude of his nod, they were really afraid that he would fall off accidentally.

"Unpardon is untouchable!" Old John said disdainfully, but he carefully counted out three Poole copper coins from a purse and handed them to Mark.

This purse contains William's net worth! Of course, it only contains Poole copper coins and franc silver coins.

The pizza gold coins are kept by William himself.

Mark's family expressed gratitude to Old John with great gratitude, "Thank you, Mr. John, thank you, Mr. John!"

"Unpardon, you should also thank the Baron for his kindness and generosity." Old John pointed out Mark's mistake, said.

"Of course, thanks to Lord Baron, thanks to Mr. John." Mark immediately changed his lines and said.

"Well." Old John nodded reservedly. Mark's feeling made him feel a little relieved. He thought for a while and said, "You still have twenty-three golden silk grasses, I'll help you remember. If you still have golden silk grass, I'll stack it for you. Do you still have golden silk grass?"

"Yeye yeye, Mr. John, I have it at home, I'll get it now!" Mark ran away excitedly with his family.

Old John and his son little John, each carrying a pile of golden grass, entered the earthen house.

"Sir Baron, there are 923 golden silk grasses in total. I gave him three Poole copper coins." Old John reported to William.

"Good done, Old John." William praised casually.

He squatted down, carefully checked the odor-emitting golden silk grass, and personally tried its toughness.

The result was very satisfying to William, and William nodded secretly.

Old John was puzzled and asked, "Sir Baron, I don't understand, why do you buy these useless things? Please forgive me for being stupid and unable to understand what you mean!"

The other followers had the same question. This golden silk grass was everywhere. Why did William buy it from the villagers in large quantities?

William smiled mysteriously and said, "I will tell you the answer now."

As he said that, William looked at the only carpenter among his followers, Charles!

Charles was a short and chunky old man. He was no older than Old John, but he looked older than Old John, with a gray beard and a red nose.

He is a very silent person, a person who is easily overlooked.

As a carpenter, his right hand is always shaking.

The shaking was not large, but it was a fatal blow to the carpenter.

How can a carpenter who has lost his stability gain the trust of others?

That's why he was recruited by John the Old and became William's entourage.

Every month, you can get rewards of 500 Poole copper coins.

"Sir Baron, I'm here." Charles's eyes flashed with surprise when he heard William call him, and then he turned into a calm look and replied to William.

"Charles, do you make a broom?" William asked.

"Broom?" Charles didn't know what medicine was in William's gourd, not only him, but also Old John and the others.

"Yes, Charles is the broom used by women to sweep garbage. Of course, they occasionally use it to do other things." William smiled strangely.

"Of course I can make it! Even children can make it!" Charles said a little arrogantly. Although he had lost his stability, he had not lost the pride of a carpenter.

"Master Baron, you don't want to use these golden silk grass to make brooms, right? If it's just used to clean this room, maybe the amount of golden silk grass you bought is a bit too much. The farmers in the village do not need brooms! There is no difference between being dirty or being cleaner for them." Old John interrupted, feeling that as William's housekeeper, he had to stand up at certain critical moments and stop William's behavior.

Although, it has never been successful!

But Old John felt that this was his mission.

"They will need it soon!" William said with a certain tone.

Hearing this, Old John felt that he was getting old and was less and less understanding of William's intentions.

How could those untouchables need a broom?

William didn't notice the mental activity of Old John. He looked at Charles and asked, "What can I provide for you?"

Charles was already fiddling with the golden silk grass. Hearing this, he didn't raise his head and said, "Twist rope, of course, it's okay if you don't have it."

"Clothes are OK?" The rope is used to tie it, and William does have two sets of clothes he doesn't want.

"Clothes?" Charles raised his head in surprise. Has his lord been so luxurious?

William quickly asked Old John to take out the black clothes of the two killers last time and said, "Just use them."
Chapter completed!