After Maxing out all Classes

Chapter 191: Im here to see how you grind

No sooner had Baron Nuolun pulled away the beets did Robb take out a large bag of seeds, including apples, oranges, and grapes.

There was no more Coca-Cola, so he had to plant a new batch of fruit quickly, and of course, he had to work quickly while the beets were out and the fields were empty.

After sowing, he picked up a small kettle and poured it in the holes one at a time.

There were already so many fields in his name at this time because the manpower of thousands of reform-through-labor prisoners was so great that a large area of land could be reclaimed in the twinkling of an eye.

Robb has become the biggest landowner in Westwind town, and even if he gave himself swift wind, it would take him more than an hour to plant and water it all.

As he himself said, recently, he began to feel the joy of building a city-state and has slowly shifted from a state of laziness to the "Grinding Emperor." This feeling of watching a town grow bigger and develop slowly under his own management gives him a great sense of achievement. No wonder many players like to play "Sim City."

After the painstaking farming, it was already noon.

Robb returned to his long-lost stone stool, and Lillian smiled and placed a large plate with a silver lid in front of him. Her movements were so elegant that she was no longer like the little girl who came down from the countryside more than half a year ago. But with the confidence and grace of the head maid of a noble family.

Robb smiled and said, "what will we have for lunch today?"

Lillian gently lifted the lid of the plate and said with a smile, "it's the fried chicken you mentioned the other day! I studied it for several days and finally made it."

[We already have soybean oil at home and fried potato chips] Robb began to think of some of the junk food that he often ate in modern times, and when it comes to junk food, of course, fried chicken is indispensable. So, several days ago, he suggested to Lillian that he wanted fried chicken. Lillian did what he asked and tried to study it. And today, she can finally serve it.

Robb picked up the fried chicken and tried to take a small bite. It was great. Although it was different from the taste of the fried chicken in his memory, it was so moving that he couldn't help saying happily, "not bad, very good."

Lillian smiled happily. When her master was happy, she was happy.

Just then, a miner probed his head at the entrance of the churchyard. "Godfather, according to the mayor, you need a lot of iron ingots, so we brought them to you."

Lillian turned her head after brushing the floor and said ferociously, "dont you see that master is eating dinner?"

Unfortunately, Lillian's fierce expression is not frightening but makes the miner happy instead.

"you can talk about such things at dinner," Robb said with a smile.

Western nobles should speak gentlemanly and be noble and educated and not speak during dinner. But Easterner nobles talking while eating was the mainstream way of thinking. Robb waved to the miner, smiled, and said, "are there many?"

The miner nodded awkwardly, "A lot."

Robb asked gently, "at what price do you usually sell them?"

The miner whispered, "An iron ingot is one silver coin, which is the standard purchase price for merchants from big cities."

Oh? How much will it sell if made into an iron sword?

The miner said, "it takes two iron ingots to make an iron sword. The price of the shoddy iron sword we make can be worth about three silver coins, while the iron swords made by those powerful blacksmiths in big cities can sell for about ten silver coins."

Robb understood now why the miners and blacksmiths in Westwind Town were so poor. What was the use of this money? You can only sell them for three silver coins if you turn them into an iron sword. Only the addition of one more silver coin will be gained, which will be used to compensate for the time and energy used to hammer the ingot and fuel the stove.

Miners and blacksmiths don't make money!

"It can't be so cheap." Robb smiled, "My Westwind Towns miners and blacksmiths can not be so depressing. Otherwise, before long, no one will be willing to mine. Sell me your iron ingots at three times the market price, three silver coins per ingot. "

"Three silver coins for one ingot?" The miner was startled, "how can I make Godfather spend so much money against my conscience?"

"Haha, it doesn't matter. I want to buy it at this price myself." Robb smiled and said, "bring all your iron ingots and put them before me. Lillian, count how many ingots there are and pay him."

The miner was moved. Afterward, the miner and the miners behind him came to hand in the iron ingots.

There are no other words to describe Godfather's purchase of iron ingots at triple the price, except for doing them good deeds. Hes letting all the miners in Westwind Town feel the real caress of their father.

It's getting late!

After a while, Robb's yard was full of iron ingots with a pile as high as a hill.

The purchase price of three silver coins per ingot rewrote the values of the townspeople. Each miner took out all the iron ingots at the bottom of their boxes. Robb did not know how many iron ingots he had received, but there must be at least fifty thousand ingots.

After dinner, Lillian came to report with a sad face that more than 1500 gold coins had been spent on this crazy charity, and a large sum of their money was gone. Lillian, as a housekeeper, felt very distressed.

This little girl just can't change her poor mindset. What are 1500 gold coins?

Robb doesn't even regard this money as money.

He warmed his hot spring pool with magic, then took off his clothes and jumped into the pool, and soaked comfortably. He knew that it would not be long before the ghost woman who liked to call to peek at his upper body while he was in the bath would show up.

Sure enough, the crystal ball began to shine.

Robb stroked the crystal ball three times, then put it on the edge of the pool, and then the Queen's beautiful face slowly appeared in the crystal ball.

She didn't bother to mention why Robb was taking a bath. After the phone got through, she glanced at Robb without any hint of embarrassment. She didn't even mention the bath. "you asked me to call tonight to see you," she said bluntly. "I'm here now. Now, tell me what the Grinding Emperor is.

Alright! Robb pointed to the mountains of iron ingots piled up beside the "hot spring pool" and said with a smile, "see? These are iron ingots, and now I'm going to turn them into high-quality swords and sell them to you. "

With that, Robb rubbed his hands, and the two iron ingots became an iron sword, which was not a very high-quality iron sword, but a practice sword for practicing low-level "forging" skills, a very low-end green equipment with only a + 5 attack power. It sucks.