After Maxing out all Classes

Chapter 186: We dont give. It can only be bought

Just after noon, the warm winter sun fell on Robb.

"Lillian, come and squeeze my leg." Robb slumped on the stone stool and let out a feeble cry.

Here I go! Lillian answered in the chapel and ran out quickly, her black-and-white maid skirt fluttering and her golden ponytail fluttering behind her.

It's a beautiful picture, but it's a pity that Lillian doesn't have the klutz attribute. It would be even cuter if she fell in the snow, got up, and continued to run, but she didn't.

When she got to Robb, she sat on another stone stool next to him, picked up Robb's feet, put them on her knee, then squeezed the muscles on both sides of Robb's calves and whispered, "is this it?"

It feels good to put your feet on a girl's lap, and of course, even better is the touch that comes from the touch of those little hands. Robb can't help but close her eyes and enjoy it with all her heart.

While pressing, Lillian whispered, "Master, the second batch of little spiders has been successfully cultivated recently, and the factory is already recruiting female workers. The price of silk stockings has also dropped a little. Those nobles who have just moved to Westwind Town have all bought a lot of silk stockings. Our stockings are so cheap that now everyone will wear a pair of silk stockings in their trousers. How come you developed it yourself but refused to wear it yourself? "

Robb almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood and hurriedly said, "No, it's for women."

Lillian said with a smile, "Master is full of nonsense. It's obvious that both men and women can wear it."

Robb hummed, "If I say its for women, its for women. I am a dictator with no feelings. I have the final say."

Lillian smiled softly. Master was a dictator, yes, but not emotionally. She could not help murmuring, "Lillian loves her master best."

Ah? Said Robb. What are you talking about? I didnt hear you clearly.

Lillian looked up and smiled like a flower. "I said the master was a good man."

Robb groaned, "Wow, face-to-face good person card. Such words make my face ache."

At this time, the chapel door opened again, and Little Yi came out dressed in her blue nun outfit. As soon as she came out, she saw that Robb acted like a big landlord, capitalist, and noble toward her little maid. She could not help saying angrily, "What? Are you asking Lillian to pinch your feet again? How delicate are you?"

"I've planted a lot," Robb said. "I'm exhausted."

Little Yi squinted, "I admit that you are exercising more these days than before, but You just planted the fields in the first half of the morning, which is much easier than the work of ordinary people, so you shouldnt look tired to death.

Robb shrugged.

Little Yi didn't bother to pay attention to him. He turned to the chapel and shouted, "carry out the baskets. It's time for us to go out and give potatoes."

Two light nuns emerged from the chapel and laboriously dragged out two large baskets of potatoes.

Give? When Robb heard the word, he shook his head and said, "You want to give it away? No way! The potatoes I grow must be sold, not given away."

Little Yi frowned, "Why can't we give it away? It has always been a fine tradition for us, the Church of Light, to deliver food to people who are too poor to live. "

"However, this act of giving away food for free will harm the refugees." Robb said solemnly, "you can sell it at a very low price, but you can't give it away. Once it becomes a habit for them to get free relief food, they will become useless. I dont want to waste manpower in Westwind Town. I only want useful people who get rich with their own hands."

Little Yi put on a cold face, "but how can the refugees have the money to buy it? In the middle of winter, there is no way to open up a wasteland and cultivate the land. The refugees have spent all their savings on buying a house. If we charge them for potatoes, they will starve to death. "

"If you dont work to save yourself before death, it is better to starve to death. The most important thing is not to provide them with food, but to provide them with jobs," Robb said with a smile.

But How can there be any job opportunities in this world of ice and snow?" Little Yi sighed, "there are only a few kinds of work in the town, which are taken by the original townspeople. The new refugees have not yet found a way to survive."

Robb smiled and said, "Don't you think that I'm desperately growing cotton, soybeans, and beetroot? Sell them in large quantities to the mayors. In this way, several town mayors' sugar, soybean, and sewing factories will have raw materials to start production. Now that they can no longer catch Goblin and ogres as workers, so they have to hire new refugees as workers. These refugees can quickly seize this opportunity to settle down."

Little Yi was stunned, "our town alone can't digest so many people."

Robb said, "Didnt we have more than eight hundred camels? Use them! Dont we have nobles? Sell the camels to them, wholesale sugar, soybean oil, soy sauce, and cotton cloth to the nobles at a low price, let them form a caravan and pull all the goods out."

Little Yi:

This touched Little Yi's intellectual blind spot. She froze for a moment and sighed long, "I'm not as good at fooling people as you are. I can't do this. You'd better play by yourself."

Just play by yourself. Ill just be your nun."

Robb watched Little Yi take the two little nuns out of the door and sell potatoes at a low price. He waved to the dark church next door and shouted, "number 8, call your little nuns."

After a while, two little dark nuns also took two baskets of potatoes and went to the town to sell them at a low price.

Robb knows that as long as these potatoes are sold at a low price, they will be sold in an instant because what Westwind Town lacks most now is crops, which can only be produced from itself, so several nuns will soon fall into a circle of selling. This state will soon attract the attention of the elegant little nobles.

As long as he sits here, someone will come to the door after a while.

Sure enough, two hours later, the first elegant noble came to the door.

Robb looked intently, and it was Baron Nuolun who came.

With a nephew in his twenties and two servants, he came up to him with a smile. He politely saluted Robb, "Good afternoon, Godfather."