Chapter 63

【Body Wash Family Size】×2

【Shampoo Family Size】×2

【Bar Soap】×10

【Bath Towel】×20

【50-meter Hemp Rope】×1

【Oil, Salt, Soy Sauce, and Vinegar Set】×1

【10-kilogram Rice】×7

【Toilet Paper Family Size】×2

【Total: 1467 copper coins】

Zhao Chi had savings of only 17 silver coins in total.

He had just spent 1 silver coin on rice.

Now he had to spend another 14.67 silver coins.

He was a little reluctant.

But the moment he thought of those female villagers' fighting postures—all of them very enthusiastic—he became willing again.

After all, it was just spending this little bit of money; what was there to be reluctant about?

Besides, these were all necessities—the bare minimum standard of living.

Earn it back after spending it.

Now was no longer the time when he was studying theory.

Back then he really was just a poor student.

But now he had become a lord, with more and more chances to earn money.

Pay!

1 silver coin and 33 copper coins remaining.

Right after, he took the shopping list and ran to the trading post.

These were separately purchased daily supplies, all subject to a 3% tax.

Paid another 44 copper coins in tax.

Only 89 copper coins left.

Go home, to the territory!

Running all the way, he panted as he entered the territory.

The moment he came in, he saw Gu Qing charging over carrying a thick log.

"Holy—!"

Zhao Chi hurriedly dodged.

Gu Qing was also startled.

Her body quickly turned half a circle to avoid crashing into Zhao Chi.

"Oh dear, oh dear, my lord, why have you appeared here? I didn't bump into you, did I?"

"No, but such a big log, all by yourself? Let me help."

Zhao Chi came in front of Gu Qing and reached out his hand.

Gu Qing twisted aside.

"No need~ I'm fine, give me a moment."

Gu Qing carried the log, tilting her head.

She walked beside the lord's house, squatted down with a slight pout.

She unloaded the log from her shoulder.

Beside the lord's house, quite a lot of supplies had already been piled up.

It seemed Gu Qing and the others had used this place as a temporary storage area.

Behind Gu Qing, 3 female villagers followed in a single-file line, also carrying logs—but 3 of them carried 2 logs, one on each shoulder.

Their strength was a little less, so sharing the load this way saved effort.

Those 21 goblins were also hauling; every 7 goblins carried 2 logs.

They were so tired they were grimacing, but not a single goblin complained.

Zhao Chi found it quite strange.

What was going on with these goblins?

Could these all be hardworking goblins?

But seeing both their cheeks swollen, Zhao Chi instantly understood.

They had probably been beaten into submission by Gu Qing.