I'm working on infrastructure in Xihuan

Lucien didn't want to stay in his own manor and enjoy it. He ran all the way to the processing factory to blow the cold wind. Naturally, it wasn't for a petty person like Peter. The main reason was that Lucien figured that the processing factory should be on the right track. Come and see for yourself the implementation effect of the pipeline in this world.

So visiting the warehouse is only a small part of his itinerary, and he focuses on the workshops where the craftsmen work.

Those bungalows are no longer clean and spacious. In fact, the craftsmen will clean up the workshop every other day. It is definitely not sloppy. Sticky and slippery, coupled with the dizzying smell of blood in the room, it gives people a disgusting feeling of stepping on some internal organs.

Anna was shaking, as if she was about to pass out in a second from the smoke. She subconsciously took out a handkerchief to cover Lucien's nose, but found that although Lucien's face was pale, he seemed to be concerned about this kind of filth. The disgusting scene was not disgusting. While covering his mouth and nose with his sleeve, he walked to two craftsmen who were working and started talking to them.

Eat well?work okay?How is everyone at home? ——If there are people from Lucien's previous world, they will definitely be able to experience a strong sense of leadership inspection in this set of three consecutive questions.

Unfortunately, the craftsman who was caught by the lord was trembling, and wanted to put down the work he was doing to salute the lord to answer, but the lord told him that the work in hand should not be stopped, so he simply asked, and they answered whatever they wanted.

But how dare they, just having such a noble master standing beside them makes their heads go blank, and they can't make a sound when they open their mouths like dumb.

"Don't worry, speak slowly." Lucien comforted them. He didn't mind the embarrassment caused by the craftsmen being unable to speak. This proved that there was no rehearsal in advance because of the leader's inspection. What he heard and saw was true. reflect. .

The boy's voice was soft, and he smiled cutely and harmlessly. He didn't wear a hat indoors, his curly hair curled up a few bunches, and the tips of his ears were red from the cold.

Those blue eyes were bright and clean, and the long eyelashes fluttered slightly, giving people the illusion that he was watching them attentively, patiently, and infinitely tolerantly.

He, what did he ask?

The artisan who was questioned swallowed his saliva.This craftsman is a butcher, he just pulled out the intestines of a monster, his hands are full of filth and blood, and the smell is unspeakable.He wiped his hands on the workbench embarrassingly, and stammered: "Eat, eat well, and there is firewood at night... It's all light work... I will ask my mother-in-law to pray for you when I go back." , the Illuminati bless you...the Illuminati bless you..."

He couldn't think of any other good words, so he kept chanting "Blessing of Light" over and over again. In this world, this sentence is a panacea line. No matter what situation you can't answer or you can't answer, you can use this sentence to fool you. .

Lucien skillfully responded: "The Illuminati will shine on everyone."

He walked around the workshop, then went out to walk around, looked at the dormitory of the craftsmen, considering the hygiene problems of the craftsmen and the smell coming from his face, he rationally only looked in at the door I glanced twice.

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Passing through the dormitory area of ​​the craftsmen is the drying yard.

The craftsmen cleared an open space nearby to dry them in a centralized manner. Bacon, sausages, leather, wool, felt, etc. These things were either hung or stretched on the drying racks, and there were small labels with the variety of Warcraft on them. The neat arrangement is quite imposing.

Looking around from the drying yard, one can see a "hill" piled up nearby.

"What's that?" Lucien asked.

The steward replied, "It's dirty offal and unsalable broken bones. The butchers say that it's a waste to throw away, and they don't dare to swallow the meat themselves, so they all pile up here."

Not all meat can be sold as a commodity. Given that the main consumers of Warcraft meat products are rich people, they are very particular about this kind of thing, and some parts of Warcraft must not be used.

For example, internal organs such as intestines, kidneys, and liver are generally considered dirty and unclean in the upper layers of this world, and sacrifices to gods must also remove these parts.

But it's also meat!

Usually when butchers pick up jobs, this kind of leftovers defaults that they can take them home to dip some meat at home. The rich men who eat meat are picky and picky, but they don’t pick at all. It is good meat.

Of course, no one dared to stretch out the lord's wool, but due to professional habits, the butchers were still reluctant to throw away the meat, so they had to open up an area to store it separately, and put some felt cloth to prevent rain and moisture.

Thanks to their processing plant, the bloody smell of monster corpses was too strong. The hungry monsters that would have been attracted by the smell of blood were frightened and ran away. Lawrence discussed with William and arranged guards to patrol around. A hill of minced meat and internal organs did not attract any wild animals.

But it's not a problem to leave it like this all the time.

The steward is having a headache because of this.

Lucien walked over there to see more clearly, and the piles were indeed leftovers.

It can be seen that the butchers have cleaned and processed them a little before stacking them up. The internal organs such as intestines and stomachs are not very dirty. The eyeballs and broken bones are embedded in the ice, and the blood water freezes the mess into a lump Another pile of turbid and mottled red piles, if you look at it a few more times, it has the wild beauty of modern art.

"Is this edible?" Lucien asked the steward.

The steward hurriedly said: "It's edible, but it tastes fishy and smelly, and it's all filthy. It's okay for those butchers and craftsmen to eat rough food, but if you are such an honorable person, you'd be afraid to get contaminated with that kind of thing." It's for stomach discomfort..."

He was afraid that the lord would challenge the taste of these leftovers on a whim, and try his best to exaggerate how unpalatable and dirty these things are. Everyone knows that the lord has a good body, and he eats fine things on weekdays. After planting the leftovers and eating one bite, you may have to suffer from vomiting and diarrhea.

Lucien was also disgusted by the steward's description. He wrinkled his nose and asked, "In other words, all farmers and artisans eat this stuff?"

The steward observed his expression and found no sign of "I want to take a bite of any good dengsi", so he replied: "Of course they eat it. Those people don't see any meat at home all year round. Not only do they eat it, but they also eat it." You have to rush to eat."

"That's it..." Lucien rubbed his chin and made a decision with a fist, "This thing can't be piled up here all the time, let someone take it away and cook broth for the labor craftsmen, road repairers Those at the wharf... those who have worked hard these days will be rewarded with a bowl, and at the end of the year, everyone will also enjoy the taste of meat."

Lucien lifted his chin and added: "Afterwards, such leftovers will be treated in the same way. I will work hard with the master, and I will not treat them badly."

There was a youthful look on his face, as if he was quite satisfied with his own handling, and the reactions of the people around him also greatly contributed to his vanity after doing something good, kindness, generosity, kindness, etc. Throwing money at him for free, his eyes sparkled and his cheeks flushed, and he began to look a little embarrassed again.

Lucien covered his cheeks with a fur scarf, and added: "There are also relief centers to send over..." He glanced at the head maid beside him, and then ordered, "Anna, send it there, and take a look at the relief center by the way." What is the situation of the almshouse, fill in any gaps and omissions. When you go, you can pick some suitable gifts and bring them there, and give my greetings to Priest Eleanor. These days, the almshouse is all dependent on him. I’ve been busy, so I’ll definitely visit in person.”

Anna calmly replied: "In that case, why don't you send some bacon leather goods produced here. I just saw that the workmanship is very good, and it is a new style in the imperial capital. It is also a good and appropriate gift to send out."

"As well as the lords of the noble association, the presidents of the union can also prepare some." The head maid organized Lucien's relationship in an orderly manner, "As you said, it's the end of the year. What to reward."

Lucien nodded: "Look at the arrangement."

……

Let’s not talk about the complicated feelings that Viscount Noble, President Andasi and others received from the [Lord’s Reward], this is a story that happened after a short period of time. , On the construction site where the laborers are busy building roads.

Joan wiped his sweat, and wiped the ashes on his face.

She was standing on a footstool in front of a vat taller than her, and was stirring the mud in the vat with a long pole round and round.The mud is easy to freeze in winter. Although antifreeze ingredients are added to the ingredients, they need to be stirred constantly to avoid agglomeration. He stopped, and plunged into the barrel.

Joann’s hands were wrapped with cloth strips—this was given to her by Andrew, the foreman. The weather was too cold and she had to work with a pole for a long time, and her hands were bled from frostbite and blisters. They were all torn apart by the blood sticking to her palms, and the hands were so bloody that they looked bad when stretched out.

Joan gritted her teeth and didn't cry out because she was in pain. She was the most diligent and active worker in the group, so Andrew accidentally saw Joan's wound and felt a little pity, or you can say a little admiration, and gave her a little rub Oil for chilblains and bandages for hands.

If this was a young man, he might have thought of taking him as an apprentice.

Andrew thought, and impatiently pointed at a few lazy laborers and scolded them. The little girl was so hurt that she didn't make a sound, but these one or two were screaming when their skin was worn out. Get angry.

While he was cursing, the steward who was in charge of the project came over, "The lord has rewarded us with good things, and the cook is too busy." The steward said, "You ask someone to help, and you must be diligent and honest."

Andrew looked at the laborers working in the circle, and shouted: "Little girl! Come here!"

There was only one girl, Joan, on their side, and everyone knew who he was calling without calling her name. Joan immediately responded loudly, "Oh! Come right away!", and handed over the work to another girl before jumping. Get off the footstool and trot over.

Joan was taken to the cook's side, who was cooking something in a big pot. She had never smelled that kind of aroma before, so she couldn't help swallowing hard.

When the cook saw her coming, she arranged for her to chop vegetables, scooped up a small spoonful of soup from the pot, blew on it and called her over, "Taste it."

Joan cautiously leaned over and took a sip of the soup in the spoon.