The Hero Who Troubles the Heroes

There is a row of small circular machines in the workshop where Mark works. These machines look like a large ring with a few legs under it and a rocker next to it.

If Charles were here, he'd be just as dumbfounded as Mark was when he first saw these machines, because he'd already crossed over by the time this guy appeared and became popular online.

At this moment, a young woman about his age was standing next to the machine that Mark was using. She was threading the wool thread from the basket on the machine as required.

"Good morning, Frances." Mark absently greeted the young woman, "I'm sorry, I can't do these things."

Like Mark, Frances is also a child of the "last knight", and neither of them can return to the ranks of knights.

Originally, Frances was married to a knight, but in the war that cost Mark her brother and left hand many years ago, her husband also lost his life.

The similar experiences of the two gave them a common language.

Because Frances can read and write, can count and has a flexible mind, she works diligently and does things decently, and she soon became the person in charge of this workshop.

"Good morning, Mark." Frances noticed something was wrong with Mark's expression, "You are in a bad mood today, what happened?"

Mark shook his head, sighed and said, "It's nothing, it's just that the children at home have grown up."

Frances was taken aback for a moment, then asked in a low voice, "They killed people?"

Mark shook his head and said, "No, it's just that the young man's wings are hard and he wants to fly."

At this time, there was a trumpet sound outside, and it was time to start work.

"Let's not talk about them." Mark sat down in front of his machine. "What are you going to do today?"

He knew this, because every day before going to work, Frances would write down the day's work on the small blackboard next to each worker's seat.

"Today I'm going to knit scarves, the more the better." Francois replied with a smile.

"Okay, I actually prefer to knit hats." Mark moved his right hand. After confirming that the counter on the machine was cleared to zero, he tried to shake the rocker of the machine a few times. After confirming that the machine was normal, he started to shake with an appropriate force. up.

The wool thread in the basket is continuously swallowed by the machine, and then the needles in the machine constantly rise and fall according to the law, weaving the wool thread into a long cylinder.

After tying up the two ends of the cylinder, it becomes a scarf. Some workers in the factory also developed the method of tying the two ends of the cylindrical scarf with slip knots and putting a little something inside.

If the cylinder is not woven that long, it is a woolen cap that is round and flat after wearing it, which is just right to be worn under the helmet.

If it is made smaller, it can be used as socks.

When Diana saw that the research and development of the sewing machine was in trouble, she tried to draw a picture of the "automatic knitting artifact" circulating on the Internet that she had played before she crossed the line, and took it to the temple of forging for research. This kind of small machine with simple structure but troublesome to make has been researched.

In addition to weaving wool into cylinders, this machine can also weave sheets.

Now in the textile mills, a large wool spool is used for the body, two smaller wool spools are used for the sleeves, and two pieces of wool are used for the shoulders. After sewing, it is a decent wool sweater.

Although the nobles looked down on these rough wool products, they were cheap, so they were quickly welcomed by the grassroots.

The first batch of sweaters, scarves, hats and socks that were put on the market were quickly sold out by the locals, and only some merchants were able to get a small amount of the goods.

Many local businessmen handed Linda a note, hoping to get more goods. Linda's answer to them was to ask the businessman to talk to the textile factory.

When several businessmen came to Mark's factory, the factory manager spread his hands, "You are late. The military just placed an order with our two factories in the north. The military will buy as much as the factory produces."

"You pay with food, so that's not something you can't consider."

"You need workers to work overtime for the things you produce. You have to be full before you can work hard, right?"

"The price is ok, so I can only make the workers sleep less at night. But the workers will be unhappy. They will definitely ask for more money or they will go home to sleep. Would you like to give them more?"

So Mark and the others started working overtime every morning from 8 to 8 after the batch of wool arrived at the factory.

Many aristocrats who took a wait-and-see attitude towards Linda's textile factory began to be moved. They didn't wear those woolen sweaters, but it didn't mean they didn't know how profitable those things were. So some aristocrats began to prepare for the establishment of factories.

When the moon was in the middle of the month, the trumpet sound finally rang for overtime get off work at night, and the workers ended their day's work one after another. Supper available.

There was only one machine running in the entire workshop, and Mark was shaking the joystick intently.

After checking that the windows of the workshop were all closed, Francois came behind Mark and said, "Mark, it's time to get off work."

Mark didn't stop. He said, "When I finish shaking the half basket of wool, I'll go back. I'll lock the door."

Although he has been working all day, Mark, who is in good health, feels that his hands still have some strength.

Frances did not leave. It was a rule she set for herself to leave at the end of each day.

At this time, Mark said to her: "I want to discuss something with you. Aren't there two empty machines here? Let my nephew Tristan come here to work. He's not too big or small, and it's not good to keep chickens. one thing."

Franzice found that Mark had something on his mind today, and that the request he made today was out of order, so she asked, "Why, what happened to your family?"

At this moment, Mark stopped. The machine's counter showed that the machine had made enough turns for a scarf. He said to Frances, "Please help me collect the needle."

Francois shook her head, then picked up the needle and thread on the side to help him stow the scarf, and then wound the new yarn into the machine.

Mark can also do these things, but he only has one hand. He said that it is a little troublesome for him to do, so he usually asks Frances to help.

Mark said to Frances who was helping, "Tristan and Guinevere want to go to Knowledge City to try their luck~www.wuxiaspot.com~ so the family should prepare more money."

"That's it." Frances, who had wrapped the wire, stood aside. She understood why Mark had to stay and work overtime. His work was paid by the piece.

She thought about it for a while and said, "It's illegal to let him work, but it's not that there are other ways to make more money."

"How?" Mark asked curiously.

Francois said: "You are all members of the factory protection team, and you have the right to give priority to the distribution of the spoils after hunting the beasts. Next time when a beast comes, you want the fat and thin meat."

"I have an ancestral secret recipe for bacon here. You can make bacon with the meat of monsters. My father made it before, and it tastes very good. It should be sold in the city for a good price when it is prepared on a rest day."

The bacon and other Marks have only been eaten by the nobleman when he was in the military. Since it is the food of the nobleman, it must not be cheap. He thought that even if he couldn't sell it to the nobleman, it would be a good restaurant to sell it to the Adventurer's Guild.

Thinking of this, Mark's eyes suddenly lit up, there was no need to wait for the demon beasts to come over. On the rest day, he took Tristan into the mountains to hunt.

"Thank you so much." Mark said sincerely.

"Ouch!" Francois exclaimed tenderly.

Mark shrank his neck, and immediately withdrew his hand. Just now, he subconsciously learned the handshake of a nobleman, and he put a lot of effort into it.

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