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Chapter 12 The Wheat is Ripe!

So what should I do now? First, grab a large wad of yarn from the yarn-brushing machine, process it into wool, then make wool rugs, and start packing them in advance…

Of course not. Right now, the entire village can't even get enough to eat. Even if there are grand business plans, they have to wait until everyone is fed and the city walls are built to protect everything before they can start taking action.

Okay, to be honest, I'm a bit lazy. After all, doing repetitive work in front of a workbench is really boring.

Making wool carpets is different from making tools or bows and arrows. These days, cloth is sold by the roll. A roll of cloth is at least two meters wide and 25 to 30 meters long. And since selling cloth is the first step in a business plan, you can't just sell one roll.

Even now, the village doesn't even have a handcart... Thinking of this, he looked at Alex, who was still squatting by the river not far away, calculating something.

Ah, cars are something we could have.

I estimate that it will take me a whole afternoon to hand-wash a batch of cloth without stopping, so I'm not in a hurry. I can just take two or three days to finish making it.

In short, the assessment is that wiping cloth is not as interesting as hoeing two acres of land across the river, at least the latter can also exercise the body.

Hoeing two acres of land is not as good as using these threads to reverse-process wool, and then using the wool to make a bed so that I can get a good night's sleep tonight.

He tore four strands directly from that tangled mess of threads, crumpled them on the worktable, and turned them into a huge one-cubic-meter wool ball.

The wool chunks were casually piled up to the side, and then the thread segments were torn off and combined to form wool, until the large ball of thread on the ground was completely used up, and the wool chunks next to the worktable had been piled up into a small mountain.

Alex, who had just calculated how many gears she needed to keep up with the production speed of the brushing machine, looked up and saw a huge pile of wool stacked up like a small mountain.

Where did this come from?

Alex blinked, then looked at her calculation results on the ground. This level of mathematical calculation shouldn't be enough to burn out her brain, so the current situation...

Basically normal.

After all, Thorne has already created machines that can create something out of nothing, so what's so strange about him creating a few more wool out of thin air?

However, the wool was secondary. She looked at the brushing machine not far away, where the brushing machine had sprayed out a second small mountain of wire. Clearly, that was the real important thing.

Thinking of this, she picked up a piece of coal, wrote down all the gear parameters she had calculated on an unplaced wooden board, picked it up, and walked towards Thorne.

Thorne, who was rummaging through the planks in the box, looked up and saw Alex carrying a plank towards him. What a coincidence!

However, when he took the wooden board from Alex, he saw the dense symbols on it.

Okay, unsurprisingly, this isn't raw material, but rather Alex's calculation board...

"Do you want wooden or stone gears this time?" Thorne asked, looking at the data on the wooden board.

"Wood will do. Stone is too heavy and a waste of effort, and it's only for winding thread anyway." After saying that, Alex looked at the mountain of wool next to the workbench.

"Where did all this...hair come from? Can I take a few clumps? It's so uncomfortable sleeping in hay at night," Alex asked.

"It's made from thread, and there's as much as you want. But you probably don't need to sleep on this wool, because I'm planning to make it into a bed. Once it's finished, could you help me distribute it?" As Thorne spoke, he casually picked up the wool and planks and made a bed.

"Making the gears will take a while, so I'll make the beds first. Thank you for your help; there will be one for everyone."

After Thorne finished speaking, his hands didn't stop for a moment. Thirteen beds were quickly and neatly stacked next to the worktable. Then he picked up the wooden board that Alex had used to verify the parameters and began to study them.

Alex, looking delighted, reached out and lifted one of the beds, intending to carry it back to her room first. However, upon closer inspection, she found it wasn't too heavy, so she picked up one bed with her left hand and another with her right, stood up, and decided to do the work of assigning beds first.

Then she looked at the villagers who were taking shelter in the shade of the houses in the distance. She couldn't hear the voices they had just spoken from that distance. Thinking of this, she narrowed her eyes and walked over with the bed between her legs.

"While you were enjoying the cool air here, your lord Thorne went to great lengths to make beds for you. Cherish them. Everyone gets one. Now move back to your own rooms."

After speaking to the villagers, Alex placed the bed on the ground and instinctively went back to the worktable to continue moving things... Wait, why should she do this kind of physical labor herself? It's not like they don't have hands.

I'm still so used to being bossed around, sigh... really...

Thinking of this, she cleared her throat and said, "Everyone go to Thorne and get your beds. Remember not to make any noise and disturb his work. Do you understand?"

The villagers looked at each other, and finally one person timidly raised his hand: "Um...I want one."

"It's free, just go to his work station and take it." Alex felt her head was spinning from listening to the villagers' slow, deliberate speech, so she quickly waved her hand and said.

After she had just sent the villagers away, she turned around to see what had become of the pile of wires next to the wire brushing machine, but she happened to see that the wheat field across the river, which had originally been a mix of green and yellow, had now turned into a golden expanse.

Um…………

She turned around decisively and looked at the group of villagers who were originally going to collect their beds.

The villagers, glancing at the golden wheat field across the river out of the corner of their eyes, all stopped in their tracks.

"What are you all standing there for? I've moved your beds. You all need to get to the fields and harvest the wheat now."

In a split second, Alex had already decided in her mind which job was harder, moving the bed or harvesting wheat, and decisively chose the relatively easier one.

However, after she said those words, she realized that she was here to be a superior person, not to work.

Even if I didn't help them move the beds, I could have done it myself after they finished harvesting the wheat, but unfortunately, I had already said it...

Church education, you win.

Just as Alex was struggling helplessly to move everyone's beds from next to Thorne's workbench to their respective rooms, the huge stack of gears she had previously commissioned Thorne to make was finally finished.

She picked up the huge pile of gears, grabbed a few wooden frames made by Thorne, and went to the waterwheel to start assembling them.

After a series of adjustments, the result was close to my calculations. I adjusted the rotation speed of the smallest gear to be similar to the output speed of the brushing machine, and then embedded a small wooden stick in the center of the gear.

Pick up the pixel scissors on the ground, cut the mountain of wires, and tie the newly flying wire ends to the wooden stick. As the speed of the wooden stick's rotation matches the speed of the wire brushing machine's output, the originally messy and wildly flying wires are also coiled into obedient wire coils.

Then she bent down, picked up the large tangled mess of thread that had been scattered on the ground, and took it to the workbench to let Thorne see if it had any other use.

If it's not useful, I'll just take it back to my room and use it as a throw pillow.

However, after placing the thread mountain next to the worktable, Alex had just lifted her head, which was buried in the thread, when she saw that the worktable was empty.

Looking across the river, the tall figure was holding a sharp stone sword, harvesting wheat with more effort than anyone else.