I led the Goblin Culture to victory.

Chapter 311: Construction Begins

"grown ups."

Just as Stecklin was calculating the number of bricks, a younger carpenter raised his hand.

He looked at the half-round logs at the bottom of the pit, then looked up at Li Mosi.

"If the roof is only made of semi-circular logs, there will definitely be gaps in the middle. When the wind blows, all the snow will leak in."

The young carpenter rubbed the calluses on his hands.

"Back on the estate, we used hay to fill the gaps. But around here..."

He glanced around blankly.

Where did this dry grass come from?

There's no time to make it right now.

Li Mosi followed the carpenter's gaze and looked around, but of course, she didn't see anything.

Where did this dry grass come from?

And who said the roof has to be made of dry thatch?

He waved his hand casually.

"If there's no hay, dig up some sod."

As he spoke, he ran his fingers across the ground around him.

The ground is covered with grass.

"Scrap it up along with the mud underneath and cover it directly on the roof. It's much better than hay."

That's right.

The house builder nodded in agreement.

The carpenters looked at him, paused for a moment, and then nodded in agreement.

"really."

"It's normal for young people not to know..."

Hearing the voices around him, the young carpenter who had just raised the question scratched his head.

"Yes, Master. I understand."

Li Mosi looked at him and shook her head inwardly.

He could actually understand.

"Grass?"

Haki made a noise, and Li Mosi turned to look.

When she saw Li Mosi looking over, she instinctively shut her mouth.

But in the end, I couldn't resist.

"Won't there be bugs in the grass?"

Li Mosi patted her with the back of her hand.

"Just smoke it a little."

Turf is a good thing. When making roofs, it is used to cover the roof with soil. It has a much better insulation effect than hay and can also protect against wind and rain.

As for insects?

Throwing fresh pine branches into a campfire will produce a lot of black smoke. Then, you can set up a turf rack to smoke it out, which will kill any insects inside.

Besides, aren't there bugs in hay?

Not only are there insects, but there are also rats nesting there!

The young craftsman's first instinct was to look for hay instead of turf, purely because he was forced to do so by the taxes on the estate.

In those noble territories, if a resident dared to lay turf on their roof, the tax collector would first charge them an extra tax on the grounds of "occupying pasture" or something else.

Even craftsmen's families couldn't afford many of them.

It's normal for young people not to think of it right away.

After finishing discussing the architectural plan, Li Mosi brought over the wooden planks and told the craftsmen to get back to work.

As the craftsmen began making wooden rulers from the planks, he turned and walked toward the chieftain's cave.

When Zi'an left, the five wolf cubs were brought back, and they are now dozing at the entrance of the den.

Li Mosi walked over and gently touched the largest wolf cub's rump with her toe.

"stand up."

"Eek!"

The wolf cub whimpered, turned over, and went back to sleep.

Li Mosi reached out and pinched the scruff of its neck, lifting it up and only putting it down after the cub opened its eyes.

The wolf cub stumbled before regaining its balance.

He then made the remaining four in the same way.

They wagged their tails and looked up at Li Mosi with their dark eyes.

There's nothing else for Li Mosi to keep an eye on for now, so he plans to train the wolf cubs some more.

He took out half a piece of hard roasted jerky, broke it a few times with force, and one end of the jerky split open into shreds.

"sit down."

"Eek!"

clatter--

"Great!"

He repeated commands like "sit down" and "come here" over and over again, using small pieces of dried meat as rewards to train the wolf cubs.

"Phew~"

Hagi Saint has started catching up on sleep again.

Until the sun was directly overhead, sunlight pierced through the bare tree canopy and shone onto the open ground.

The sound of wheels crunching over mud came from the direction of the hill.

"stop--"

The convoy is back.

The grooms drove the livestock to a stop on a gentle, open space on the slope.

Several craftsmen were squatting by the foundation pit, stacking something with stone bricks and discussing in hushed tones.

"Where the passage passes through the earthen wall, it must be separated by bricks."

Stecklin pointed to the stacked stone bricks with his finger.

"The soil dries out when baked, and then it cracks. Two bricks aren't thick enough; you need at least three."

"How many bricks would that take? The adult just said..."

Their discussions were mixed with the panting of cattle and horses, making them difficult to hear.

However, Li Mosi heard rapidly approaching footsteps.

He turned his head and saw it was the stableman from Stern.

"Hoo—Great Master."

The groom from Stern trotted up to Li Moss, and they exchanged greetings.

"The clay is back. Where do we put it?"

Li Mosi glanced at Hagi Saint and casually wiped her hands on the wolf cub.

"Eek!"

Haki is still sleeping!

The pig has been whining for ages since it woke up!

He glanced at the convoy.

The other grooms were tending to the cattle and horses, while the cartwright was inspecting the vehicles.

Li Mosi pointed to the open space over the field.

"Unload it on that open space by the field."

"Yes, Master."

The coachman responded and ran back to greet the others.

"Come on! Take the stuff to the edge of the field!"

"snort--"

The cattle and horses snorted and slowly began to move.

The tribespeople who were traveling with the vehicle walked to the edge of the field, untied the ropes, picked up shovels, and began to unload the clay.

"Wow--"

Snapped--

A large chunk of clay was ripped off the truck and smashed on the ground.

The cartwright and the coachman stood by watching, while a group of people wiped the sweat from their brows and looked around, their eyes landing on the fields beside them.

Winter is almost here, but the lush green leaves in the bean field have grown up to waist height, still quite eye-catching.

"What kind of plant is this?"

The groom in Stern couldn't help but mutter something under his breath and leaned closer to take a look.

The thick stems point straight up to the sky, and the leaves are sharp and thin with fine hairs on the surface.

"These are beans, right?"

People nearby also came closer to take a look.

"wrong."

The coachman turned to his companion and denied it.

"Where would we find beans at this time?"

"Look—"

The person who was being refuted quickly stepped forward and pointed at the leaf.

"The tips of these leaves are sprouting vines; these must be beans. I just don't know why they're growing so well..."

……

As truckload after truckload of clay was transported back, the sun gradually set, and the temperature dropped again.

As darkness fell completely, the gathering team along the river finally returned to the tribe with the convoy.

A series of clay mounds were piled up on the open ground, and together with the soil piled up when the pits were dug, they almost completely separated the construction site from the fields.

Meanwhile, in the tribe, Li Mosi had already finalized the details of the plan with the craftsmen, and led them to repair some tools. After making new tools, they also laid the tree trunks piled on the slope into the foundation pit.

Looking at the humans and goblins scattered around, Li Mosi randomly picked up a goblin and said a few words.

The goblin couldn't understand, so it called over the clever boy.

After the clever boy relayed the message, a group of goblins lit more than a dozen bonfires around the area.

They cut down most of the trees on the mountain, and there were so many dried branches that they couldn't possibly use them all.

Piles of branches crackled in the fire, and the warm firelight replaced the sun, illuminating the faces of those around them.

After dinner, everyone went back to work.

Li Mosi glanced at the craftsmen gathered in front of him and pointed to the soil that had been dug out when the foundation pit was being excavated.

"Mix the soil and clay together, ready to build. Any questions?"

The house builders of Stern immediately stepped forward.

"No problem, Master. I can do this!"

Li Mosi nodded and pointed to the house builder.

"Then you should guide them and explain the steps clearly to them."

"Yes, Master!"

When the housemaker spoke, the other craftsmen followed suit.

"OK!"

The practice of mixing clay and regular soil is not uncommon in this area.

Using less clay when repairing a house will reduce your tax burden.

The house builders even have ancestral skills that specialize in making this!

His reason for cooperating is quite simple.

Because his youngest son, Bohaji, became Zian's disciple.

Seeing that his family members were about to become managers, what was wrong with using some useless skills to help his teacher build a house?

Everyone should get to work as soon as possible.