Don't Mess with That Dragon-Chapter 670 - 58: Lunchtime Observations

A small kitchen knife can still cause ordinary commoners to quibble over.

In some places, a peasant is even less valuable than a kitchen knife. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

This iron hoe in hand, no matter how you look at it, has more iron content than a kitchen knife.

If the Blue Dragon Kingdom can equip so many people with such precious farming tools, they probably won't just discard them after this.

Once the work here is finished, there might be other places to go.

Bill thought to himself.

With this thought, his vigor while swinging the hoe to dig into the earth increased a notch.

All around, his companions were dripping with sweat, working hard. On the construction site, a trench was rapidly forming.

Not far away, some new migrants were being recruited.

Another group of people were cutting down trees to make bricks, using what was said to be a magic-powered cutting machine, easily slicing the trees into neat planks amidst the buzzing noise, and then using them to build houses, quickly erecting simple houses.

Besides being rich, this Blue Dragon Kingdom also has many strange things.

That automatic plank cutter is one of them,

The massive gears spinning fast, the hard wood in front of it becomes like paper, wood shavings flying as neat planks are processed and completed.

When living in the countryside, Bill had seen old carpenters making planks.

Cutting down suitable trees from the forest, then dragging them home for processing, would take at least several days to finally produce a qualified plank.

And a large tree trunk could only roughly be processed into two or three planks at most.

Whoever has seen, this kind of machine that easily cuts timber, without any waste, into neat planks.

Among this group of people,

quite a few migrants firmly believed that it was a monster captured by the Blue Dragon Kingdom, being kept for labor...

Besides that, there was also when they first arrived, a pump like a giant serpent extending hundreds of meters, booming loudly, drawing water from the river and spraying it into the fields through those pipes.

They had also seen a road roller with a huge iron block pressing the ground firm, building roads simply and quickly.

Those giant steel beasts transporting large quantities of materials, thundering down the road.

Many of these steel monsters, Bill and the others only caught a glimpse while working, but even so, they could feel the commanding and mighty presence of the Steel Giant Beast coming straight at them.

Almost every time those steel beasts rumbled by, the people working on the construction site would halt their work, stand on tiptoe, and curiously gaze.

However, these Steel Giant Beasts did not appear before them very often.

The construction site swirled with dust, people engaged in grand construction, fervently energetic.

The entire mountain village was expanding bit by bit outward, the dry weather could not hinder the expansion and cultivation efforts.

Bill once heard a Beastman Lord saying,

This nearby geographical location is good, situated on a main road, they plan to build a small town and then construct a road for future transportation.

After hearing the Beastman Lord's conversation, Bill indeed found that the former village was gradually expanding, the rows of houses indeed started resembling a small town.

Moreover, the squads of Steel Giants transporting resources were simultaneously solidifying a newly opened dirt road.

The planning decision from above,

temporarily had nothing to do with Bill.

At this moment, he was working hard, not slacking a bit.

Before long,

Dang dang dang dang!

The crisp and melodious sound of a bell came from afar, echoing in the sky.

"Time to end work, meal time!"

Simultaneously relayed, was a loud shouting voice from the loudspeaker at the canteen.

This was the sound Bill and others loved to hear the most.

The squad leader on the field then blew a whistle, under the sharp whistling sound, the laborers who had received simple training began to gather one by one, queue up, and gather tools to place them aside.

After the team leader counted the numbers, he had a few people carry these tools to the tool shed, counted, and stored them.

This procedure, although somewhat cumbersome, is necessary.

Otherwise, these laborers, who grew up in poverty and were thrifty by nature, would dismantle your hoe and keep it for themselves.

Iron,

is extremely precious to them.

Without these counting procedures, the "damage rate" of farming tools would certainly be above eighty percent.

During the process of counting the farming tools, the queued team didn't remain idle, loudly shouting words like "Long live His Highness Austin" under the supervision of the instructors.

Until the last team completed the counting,

The crowd of over a thousand people gathered in an open space, began to file out like a fish, quickly running towards the canteen.

Even though the people in the team had been eating their fill for a few days, every time it was mealtime, these laborers who had experienced the life of migrants not long ago, were eager to rush to the dining hall, serving themselves a large bowl of light brownish bean flour with a few pieces of greasy morsels on top.

Occasionally, the lucky ones could even fish out a piece of meat as small as a fingernail, and then boastfully show it off to their companions, drawing envious glances around them.

After so many years of cultivation,

today, the Blue Dragon Kingdom's bean flour is nothing like when Austin first started everything.

Through selective breeding, whether in taste or starch content, the current bean flour can serve as a staple food.

But no matter how it is, it can't compare to the deliciousness of meat.

Even though a few pieces of meat were mixed in a big pot of light brownish bean flour stew, the taste was already diluted to the extreme, but it was still meat. For these unfortunate people who had barely tasted a bit of meat since childhood, it was the ultimate delicacy.

Bill served himself a large bowl of bean flour, the bowl was almost as big as a small basin.

A fully filled, large bowl.

He didn't, like some companions, eagerly find a place to squat down and gobble it up but resisted the urge in his stomach, stepped quickly, carrying the bean flour back to the assigned house.

Inside the house, his wife and Little Bill were already waiting for him.

Little Bill sat on a chair, incessantly swallowing saliva while staring at the large and small bowls of steaming bean flour on the table.

The small bowl, evidently belonged to Little Bill,

with two pale slices of meat floating on top.

It was said that this was one of the few small benefits for children.