Lord: Starting from the Pit-Dwelling Courtyard

Chapter 162 Principles

Anyway, the basement of the new building has already been built, and the other facilities have been planned. It can be used as long as some modifications are made.

So when Ron turned the original shop into a bathhouse in one night, Doron was dumbfounded.

Doron hurriedly asked, "My lord, where is our merchant guild's headquarters?"

Ron pursed his lips: "The land for the new building is almost ready, we'll just get to the new building soon."

"Old Barton has already secured twenty-seven units on Hongxiangmei Street, and there are three left," Duolong said. "I'll go back and negotiate a bit more, and I should be able to gather enough land for two buildings before you get back."

What could Duolong say? He could only mutter helplessly, "Why the sudden rush to build a bathhouse? Did nobody even know?"

"Do you think I wanted this? This is just to prepare a few backers for the Chamber of Commerce's business in Gorubakburg."

Ron naturally said that he would never admit that he had offended a group of women because he had said the wrong thing.

"Caroline, the vice-commander of the Rose Knights; Cori, the commander of the City Guard Knights; and the lord's chief architectural mage."

Duolong nodded slightly.

"Old Hall sent word that he wants you to come back and preside over the harvest conference, as the ground potatoes in Harvest Town are about to be harvested."

Ron nodded, having almost forgotten about this. A round trip would take some time; they needed to finish building the first phase of the buildings first.

It would be good to promote the Flying Pigeon Merchant Guild.

"I know, how's Gavin doing?"

Doron said, "His entire mercenary group's family was mobilized, and more than a hundred refugees were hired to work because there was too much sand to dig. Now the city guards have driven them to dig it away from Gorubak Fort."

Ron didn't care about that: "How often do you come, and how many can you bring at once?"

Doron said, "At normal efficiency, there is one trip a day, but now there are 20 trucks per trip. This is still because they have a limited number of trucks. If they had enough trucks, they could deliver 40 trucks a day."

Ron immediately realized that the profession of Architect Mage was too overpowered, using extraordinary power to build houses at a speed that even surpassed any construction team on Earth.

However, the technology and science of this world are very backward.

The simple task of digging sand and gravel required Gavin to mobilize two hundred people to barely complete it, just to meet Ron's workload, demonstrating its outdated production capacity and efficiency.

While Ron was complaining about Gavin's slow efficiency, Gavin was looking smugly at the private sand and gravel pit in front of him.

The land was owned by noble lords. At first, they turned a blind eye when Gavin dug a little to build houses, but anyone would be annoyed to see him digging every day and creating a pond the size of a human pond.

Gabriel was even more displeased, especially since all this sand was being supplied to Ron.

He immediately ordered Gavin to be driven to the border, to dig sand and gravel in the area near the wasteland.

Coincidentally, Rosalie originally wanted to build a huge artificial lake here to block the alien race's route to attack Gorubak Castle from the side.

Unfortunately, Rosalie has been too busy with the territory these past few years to dig an artificial lake, so it's a good opportunity to leave it to these sand dealers.

Gabriel couldn't help but smile as he watched more than two hundred people dig out a section of land each day.

"However, at this rate, it'll take at least a year or two to dig!"

Gabriel quickly shook his head: "Never mind, they're just sitting around doing nothing anyway, and they can make money off it, so why not? Once Rosalie and Corey's housing development starts, the amount of sand they need will increase several times over. It'll be a good opportunity for them to come here to buy it. Although it will cost a little money, it will speed up the excavation of the artificial lake and allow a group of refugees to be taken away."

Gavin, who was at a private gravel pit, kept shouting, "Do you even want to eat? Each person has to dig at least 400 kilograms a day. If you don't dig 400 kilograms, you can't take any food with you. Do you want your families to starve to death?"

Those below, hearing his words, worked even harder.

They were all refugees who fled to Gorubakburg because of the drought. Because of their status as refugees, they were not allowed to enter the city. They were constantly being bought by nobles and lords, and were even forcibly taken away by pioneer lords to reclaim wasteland.

Gavin was willing to give them jobs and shelter. As long as they worked there, these vagrants would no longer be vagrants. Human traffickers would not dare to capture them to be enslaved, and the pioneering lords would not dare to make a move on them due to the laws of Gorubakburg.

After a while, these refugees were actually safe.

Digging 400 jin of sand a day may seem like a lot, but it's enough for them to exchange for a day's worth of food for their entire family of five, which is enough to feed them.

Therefore, these refugees cherished the work they had and worked desperately.

Gavin was very satisfied with this idea, which was given to him by Doron. Giving these refugees a day's worth of food was three times cheaper than hiring locals to dig sand and gravel.

"Lord Ron is right. Wealth is accumulated, not something that falls from the sky. The more people you have under your command, the more money you will make."

As Gavin spoke, he took out a small notebook and started calculating.

"126 people, each person eats five catties of mixed grains a day, at three copper coins per catty, the daily cost is 1890 copper coins, roughly 19 silver coins. The other old comrades' wages are also 23 silver coins. He can earn 48 silver coins a day selling sand and gravel, netting 6 silver coins. That's 180 silver coins a month."

He earned more silver coins than he ever did as a mercenary, risking his life every time. It really shows that making money is better through business than by risking your life as a mercenary.

"Gavin!"

Doron's voice suddenly rang out, startling Gavin so much that he quickly put away his notebook.

"Lord Ron sent me with a message: increase the transport volume in the next two days, and help the lord complete the first phase of the housing project before slowing down the transport volume."

Gavin immediately became anxious upon hearing this. Could it be that the real estate business was not doing well and the Duolong Chamber of Commerce no longer wanted to operate?

"What went wrong?"

Doron shook his head: "Lord Ron is returning to his territory to preside over the harvest festival, so the real estate business will have to be suspended for a while."

Hearing that the property development wasn't shut down, Gavin breathed a slight sigh of relief: "How long will it take?"

But he quickly became anxious again: if the sand and gravel plant couldn't produce goods every day, where would he get the money to support so many people?

"It'll take at least half a month for the round trip!" Doron thought for a moment and then said, "But it's okay, I've already found new clients. I'll recommend you to them, and we'll split the profits 30/70, you get 70% and I get 30%, how about that?"

Gavin immediately burst out laughing and patted Doron on the shoulder.

"He truly is a good brother; he arranged everything perfectly."

Duolong shook his head with a wry smile.

Ron once commented on Gavin.

"This Gavin is good in every way, except that he is too principled and virtuous. In order to take care of those disabled old men, he even hired them to work, and at the same wages as normal people. Although he gave the refugees food, he gave them a full five pounds. If he were to be more generous and give them two or three pounds, those refugees would definitely work in order to survive in Gorubak Fortress, and he could earn even more."

Gavin smiled as he looked at the dazed Doron: "Doron, what are you daydreaming about?"

Duolong snapped out of his reverie and smiled, "It's nothing, I was just thinking about how to negotiate with the new client."

He didn't mention that he was thinking about Ron's assessment of Gavin.

Many words lose their meaning once spoken.