Let go of that monster girl!

You were scared, weren't you?

What does it mean to see the big picture from small details? What does it mean to know the coming of autumn from a single leaf?

Nuts and screws were clearly not Molen's invention; craftsmen had already created these delicate little things in prehistoric times.

In the Middle Ages, however, the art of carving out a set of parallel threads and another set that perfectly matched them, solely through handcraftsmanship, was an art form unique to master metalworkers, showcasing their skills. A single piece could take several days to complete.

A nut is definitely not a cheap trinket that you wouldn't bother looking for if you lost it, but a luxury item that was priced in silver coins, something a carpenter might never see in his entire life, and that could only be occasionally seen on clocks and the plate armor of noble ladies.

Aishan cannot yet produce hundreds of thousands of pieces a day like precision lathes, but a daily output of several hundred pieces is more than enough.

Molen is still happy to export high-end industrial products, but it's a bit too early to show new business partners truly terrifying big things like electric motors. He'll start with these smaller, more subtle products.

Just as Molen decided to tell her that this thing cost two silver coins, so that he could make a tenfold profit while still giving her a shock at the price,

He looked up and found that the female merchant was almost scared to death.

Even the expressionless golem girl guarding the door slowly turned her eyes.

The horse-woman merchant picked up a nut from the table with one hand, her fingers trembling as she turned it, gazing at the flawless fit between the threads, and muttered to herself:

"Could it be that those rumors are true?"

She stood up abruptly, carefully placed the nut back on the table, and then bowed deeply in a deep salute.

"Lord of the Dragons, please forgive my rudeness just now."

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Lem raised his little head in confusion, his green eyes looking at the horse merchant and then at Moren.

The golem girl at the doorway turned her head slightly, and for the first time, her cold eyes fell seriously on Morren.

Molen turned his head in confusion to look behind him.

There was nothing behind him except for a toolbox and a tent cloth.

He stretched out a hand, pointing to himself in confusion.

Am I the lord who tames all dragons?

hiss……

Molen understood.

Molen finally understood.

This includes the Chamber of Commerce's motives and their strange attitude and behavior.

Molen understood everything.

His ideas were too normal, not "magical" enough.

He felt that if someone produced a piece of mithril, then either they had discovered a mithril hoard or they had mastered the secret formula for refining this metal that should not exist in the world.

Actually, there is a third possibility, which is the most likely one in the eyes of the locals.

This nut perfectly illustrates the point.

The horse-woman merchant maintained her bowing posture, her voice utterly respectful:

"It is said among the nobles that you have tamed an extremely powerful monster girl, a legendary dragon girl who is very short and likely has an extremely strong ability to control metal. I should have believed this long ago when I confirmed your feat of slaying the dragon."

"For a moment I even suspected that you were a nouveau riche who had unearthed a secret ancestral treasure, which is a crime deserving of death."

"Uh, immunity from death?"

Morren looked to his left, at "a very short, and possibly extremely powerful, legendary dragon girl."

Lem and Moren exchanged a puzzled look.

Then he turned around and looked behind him.

Chapter 135 Vocational Schools

The lord only needs to be responsible for finalizing the contract; the specific details of the contract can be left to the capable Jimmy.

Generally speaking, the process of signing a formal contract can lead to months of protracted wrangling, verbal battles, ear-pulling, repeated reversals, several meetings, and perhaps even a few murders and a war.

But seeing the admiring look in the horse merchant's eyes, Morren was certain that he could easily get a near-flattering discount and sell another piece of mithril, which was quite expensive.

But the golem girl from the Blood Infusion Guild watched silently the whole time, and in the end, she didn't manage to make any deal with Dwarf Mountain.

Molen didn't correct their view that the dwarf mountain had powerful monster girls, or explain that these screws came from rat girls.

Being a dragon knight for now is pretty good.

All of this will have to wait until this order is completed.

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at the same time.

Somewhere in the North Market of Aishan.

A group of mouse girls, each carrying a small notebook, walked slowly toward a building that resembled a factory.

The interior space is spacious, with rough stone bricks on the floor and rows of simple screw lathes standing against the wall.

The cast iron base is fixed to the stone floor, the tool holder is fixed, the clamp is screwed in, and the transmission is carried out by a gear set.

Since the Aishanbei Market currently has no power generation capacity, the drive belt is connected to a huge hamster wheel next to the lathe. The wheel is made of thick fungal wood boards, and the inner wall is nailed with anti-slip fungal cloth strips.

The blade, made of rat-engineered hard steel, isn't very durable, but it's more than enough to machine a few screws.

It looks like a factory from the outside, and it looks like a factory from the inside; in fact, it is indeed a factory.

But above the door hangs a large wooden sign with the words "Aishanbei Vocational Technical School" engraved on it.

A female mouse looked up for a long time and asked:

What does it say on this?

"do not know."

"The Baron said it was a school."

A clever mouse girl counted the number of words.

"Is it the Baron's Mouse Girl School? The number of characters seems wrong."

Thus, the mouse girls all learned the word "school," although they may have some strange misunderstandings about how to write the word "baron," and will most likely write it as "dwarf mountain" in their future notebooks.

Inside the factory, the mouse girls stood behind their respective machines according to their work groups.

Each group has four mice, and all the machines are designed to fit the mice's height, which is only the height of a human thigh.

They stood straight, each holding a booklet, their little faces very serious, just like serious mice.

The foreman rat stood next to the blackboard at the very front, holding a large iron spoon as a pointer.

The blackboard is decorated with a diagram of the screw's structure and the steps to operate it, all of which are demonstrated by a cartoon mouse girl.

The cartoon mouse is wearing safety gloves and operating a lathe. Each step is marked with arrows and emojis. If you do it right, you get a smiley face mouse; if you do it wrong, you get a sad face mouse with a big X. There are no words on the entire step diagram.

"Turn to page six of the manual!"

Foreman Mouse tapped the blackboard with an iron spoon.

With a whoosh, all the mouse girls flipped through the manual in unison.

The manual also contains almost no text, with only a few commonly used words marked in the corner.

These words are not for the mice to look up, but rather so that they will naturally memorize them through repeated reading.

The vocabulary of the common language is not complicated, but it is not easy for adult rats to learn it. Molen conducted experiments long ago and found that it would take at least 6 years for a rat to master the vocabulary of the common language through night school alone, and it would take 2 years just to become blind.

The most critical issue is that this involves a subtle problem.

Learning to read can increase a mouse's life choices.

But whether a blacksmith rat can read or not, it won't affect her ability to hammer out a nail. Being literate won't make her change careers to become a market clerk; it has almost no impact on her life.

Since the rats can't go up the mountain, let the mountain slide down towards the rat girls.

Technical school: In just one week, you can go from a laborer to a skilled craftsman and quickly earn sugar cubes.

Molen almost hung this up as a slogan on the factory building, but he didn't because the rats couldn't understand it; at most, they recognized the word "candy."

Foreman Mouse began to explain in detail the first step: how to fix the rough blank on the chuck.

She reached out her little hand to the lathe and deftly demonstrated the clamping action.

"Remember to squeak! Clench tightly before you start. If you start without clenching properly, the dough will fly out and hit your face, ouch, squeak!"

The foreman rat tapped the crying-faced rat on the blackboard again.

"Also, keep your tail tucked in! Never let your tail get near anything that's turning!"

The mouse girls all curled their tails around their bodies and hugged them.

The leader of the rats carried a small bamboo basket and distributed unthreaded cylindrical blanks to each group. These blanks came from the low mountains. Each rat received one and held it in its hand, examining it over and over.

The mice tried to do the first step, and the scene was chaotic.

The blank was installed backwards, the chuck was not tightened, and even a mouse misdirected the turning rod, almost breaking it.

The class leaders corrected each of them one by one, and for a moment there was a cacophony of squeaking.

Foreman Mouse clapped his hands and began explaining how to make the cuts.

"Step two!"

"Ready! Hamster Wheels, get going!"

The hamster girls in the wheel squeaked and started to move their little legs, and the lathe spindle slowly began to turn.

Controlling the depth of cut is particularly difficult for the petite mouse girl. She has little strength and a long handle. Even with quantifiable standards, the feel of this rough manual lathe still relies entirely on experience.

The mice tried to do the second step, but the scene was still chaotic. Many mice went too deep into the workpiece and turned it into an iron skewer.

Foreman Mouse looked at the defective products and iron filings scattered on the ground, raised his hand to adjust his hard hat, and took a deep breath.

"Again."

The rat girls in the third group suddenly burst into cheers.

"It's out!"

A pair of small hands held a complete screw high, its threads neat and orderly; it was indeed a screw.

The surrounding mouse girls immediately crowded around, eagerly tiptoeing to get a look.

"Let the rats see!"

"Amazing!"

The screw was passed from one pair of tiny hands to another. Each mouse took it, held it up to examine it carefully, and then cautiously handed it to the next one.

Foreman Mouse nodded in satisfaction.

"The first three groups to produce the finished product will each receive a sugar cube as a reward."

The mice cheered.

"But squeak!"

Foreman Rat raised the large iron ladle, his expression serious.

"If a mouse gets injured, the whole team gets a candy penalty! Safety first!"

"Squeak!"

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The worker rats may be illiterate, but the foreman rats cannot.

In reality, there are very few illiterate foremen among the rats, since they need to be able to pronounce the rats' names.

But even fewer can read and write fluently. After all, rats only have a few names, and being able to write "hyacinth" or "copper green" is enough to handle most situations.

Teacher Ma Niang from Aishan is so busy she's almost dying from exhaustion, and the night school for foremen at the North Market of Aishan needs another teacher.

Jimmy was too busy, and Moran was unavailable, so the only remaining options at the North Market were:

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