Let go of that monster girl!

The cult itself has no fighting power, but it is not difficult for it to incite those territories infiltrated by the cult to refuse peaceful negotiations and to form a cult army to target Aishan.

A war is brewing.

The foreman rats all stared at Morren, none of them daring to utter a word.

Moren spread his hands, looked at the foreman rats, and said:

"But don't worry too much. The spreading fungus will keep them busy for a while. No army will appear near the hill in the short term."

In the Middle Ages, information spread very slowly, and the transport of supplies was even slower; preparations for war were measured in months.

No army will appear near the low mountain in the short term, but if it drags on for too long, there is a risk of being double-teamed by the religious army during the next disaster month.

A foreman timidly raised his little hand and asked:

"Your Excellency, what should we do now?"

"Do absolutely nothing?"

Another foreman rat tentatively chimed in, after all, Moron had said this several times before.

They've even learned to answer questions quickly.

Molen smiled. "That's right, do nothing."

There's no need for any special preparations; the top priority right now is to convert all the new rat girls into productive forces.

When the low mountain reaches four times its normal size, even the dragon will have to turn it into a speed bump!

Despite saying that, Morren still had a shadow in his heart.

He wasn't worried about whether Aishan could win. Even if the war started immediately, Aishan had plenty of food and strong cities, and was fully equipped with poison gas, fungi, and artillery. Under the Little Lyme bombs, everyone was equal, and no one was without a chance of winning.

But in a war, a real war, it's hard to avoid casualties.

Even the slaves on the other side, used to fill in the gaps for high-level combat power, were all rat girls who should have been recruited to the low mountain.

However, Morren quickly dispelled this shadow.

Mercy is the privilege of the strongest.

If Morren doesn't want this war, he actually needs absolute violence to win with overwhelming force!

Lem came over at some point, stretched out her little hand, and buried herself in Moren's arms.

She didn't say anything, she just hugged him.

The foreman rats also came forward and hugged Morren and Lyme, forming a large rat clump.

The rat girls were used to huddling together in a large ball, following behind the tall person they felt could protect them.

Chapter 111 Management System Reform

The new mouse girls got up, ate, washed up, and changed into clean work clothes as usual.

Then, holding small wooden signs with their names on them, they squeezed out of the residential area in loose lines to find work at the bulletin board.

The bulletin board was crowded with mouse girls, their round ears twitching densely, and from a distance, all that could be seen was a fluffy semicircle swaying up and down.

But soon, the rat girls all showed expressions of confusion.

Today, the large bulletin board didn't show the mouse girl breaking stones and building houses, nor did it show the candy that could be obtained by completing tasks.

Instead, it depicted many small houses that the mice had never seen before, some with chimneys, some with fences, and some with a large, burning stove next to them.

A mouse girl stood on tiptoe and asked curiously:

Why aren't there any tasks being assigned today?

"Oh, is there any candy left?"

A shorter mouse girl next to her was holding her little wooden sign, staring longingly at the unfamiliar patterns on the bulletin board.

The mice had become accustomed to the peaceful and unchanging life on the hill, and this small change made them uneasy.

A foreman rat stood on a high stool atop a tall table on a high slope. The rat as a whole was only slightly taller than the bulletin board by a pair of ears.

She was holding a large brass horn with both hands, the mouth of which was bigger than her face, and it was probably originally made for someone who was two heads taller than her.

Foreman Rat cleared his throat and then shouted:

"Squeak!"

"Each mouse looks at the card in its own hand!"

The new mouse girls looked down at the small wooden plaques they had received on their first day.

On the back of the small wooden plaques, each of them had a different stamp, depending on how well they had completed each task during this period.

The "Well done" stamp is a silhouette of a mouse girl giving a thumbs-up with a smug expression.

The one who didn't do so well was a silhouette of a mouse girl being patted on the head, looking aggrieved but not too sad.

Depending on the type of task they undertake, the color of the stamps varies, including red, black, green, white, and so on.

A female mouse proudly held up the wooden sign above her head to show it to her companions.

"I have six red thumbs!"

"All of mine are head pats, boohoo."

The other mouse girl pinned the wooden plaque to her chest, not wanting anyone to see it.

The foreman rat swayed precariously on her high stool, then raised the large brass megaphone and shouted again:

"The mice will sign up based on their stamps and preferences!"

To become a cannon foundry worker, you need six red thumbs up to apply.

To become a blacksmith, you need three black thumbs up.

Pushing a small cart, no stamp is needed for this.

For those mouse girls who don't have enough stamps for the time being and don't want to push the cart, the Baron has also arranged a skills training class, where they can get stamps if they pass the exam.

On the bulletin board, one cartoon mouse girl after another was drawn next to the corresponding workshop, with simple drawings below indicating the number of candies and the stamp requirements.

Five candies were drawn next to the cartoon mouse girl standing by the cannon, four candies were drawn next to the cartoon mouse girl holding the blacksmith's hammer, and only two candies were drawn next to the one pushing the cart, but a big smiley face was drawn next to her.

Even the illiterate mouse girl can understand it.

As for any questions the mouse girl might have, the foreman mice standing by the notice board would be there to answer them.

"I can forge iron, and I have a seal."

"I want to sign up for the militia!"

"My wooden sign is lost, boohoo."

"Go over there to get it replaced."

For the careless mouse who lost its name tag, there is a small table nearby that provides a lost tag reporting service. Behind the table sits Sulfur with dark circles under its eyes, next to which are spare wooden tags, a task logbook, and a whole set of stamps.

Soon, the mice that successfully registered had a colored border painted on the side of their little wooden signs, and then they headed to their respective workshops.

Those mice that hadn't yet registered scratched their round ears, looked at their little badges, and looked back and forth between the pictures of various positions, thinking it over and over.

"After you've registered, find your group leader. Let's have a safety lesson first!"

After shouting this through the megaphone, Foreman Mouse finally wobbled down from the high stool.

The newly arrived rat girls were promoted to full-time workers, while the local rats from Dwarf Mountain, as skilled and experienced workers, were mostly promoted to team leaders.

Previously, the management system of Dwarf Mountain was very crude and flat. Molen directly connected with thirty-one foreman rats, and the foreman rats directly connected with the working rat girls.

Now, the thirty-one foreman rats are still foreman rats, but two additional levels, squad leader rats and group leader rats, have been added below them. Each squad leader rat commands three to four group leaders, and each group leader leads four to five new rat girls who are not yet very skilled.

Aside from the foreman rat, the class leader rat and the group leader rat still work with the regular rat girls, but they can get two or three extra candies every week.

The happiest ones were the alchemical rats of the past, each one with a look of relief and pride, practically wagging their tails to the sky.

"Finally, we have mice to help stir those jars! Squeak!"

"If you keep stirring the pot, you too will become a powerful witch rat like us!"

They stood with their hands on their hips, puffing out their small chests, and wearing those comical homemade masks on their faces.

Facing a group of new alchemy rats who worshipped him, he seemed to be congratulating them on choosing such a good major.

This is no exaggeration; the three-legged rat skills they've learned in just a few months probably surpass what the alchemy guild apprentices learn in a lifetime.

The entire administrative system of Aishan is absolutely bizarre among lords.

It's less about managing territory and more about managing the factory buildings.

Yes, managing the park is more appropriate.

Extremely flat and orderly, requiring strong coordination and command, if there were no large, visible hands to drive this set of gears, they would probably all fall loosely to the ground.

There are many loopholes to exploit. This set of equipment would definitely be riddled with holes elsewhere, but here, it is just right for the rat girls.

If you look closely, you'll find it.

The Rat Girl community was originally mostly based on a small family forming a large family model, with grandmother, mother, and older sister, which perfectly aligned with Moren's work group system.

A group of mouse girls huddled in the corner of the large wooden board, staring at several special posts marked with large squares.

These positions have an unusually high number of stamp requirements, but also an unusually high number of sugar cubes, almost twice as many as other positions.

The cartoon mouse girls on the bulletin board were drawn with exceptional detail and were exceptionally cool. Behind them was what looked like a mine, but the minerals depicted were small white blocks.

A female rat looked at the small wooden plaque in her hand, then at the notice board. There probably weren't many rats that could satisfy so many stamps.

She asked the foreman rat, who was standing under the notice board, with curiosity:

"I don't think I've seen this position before. What does it do?"

"It's an overseas assignment! The Baron said he's tasked with rebuilding all the villages that were destroyed before!"

Chapter 112 Towers and Precast Slabs

The Rat Girl train clattered and rattled along the mining tracks northwards, gradually heading towards Mill Village.

A little mouse stood at the front of the car, her tiny hands forming a megaphone, singing loudly:

"Mix cement, mix cement, and the mouse train runs happily! Rolling and turning, with candy in front! Squeak, squeak, keep going, and build a round and round house!"

She sang happily, but the mouse girls in the carriages behind her were in for a rough time.

Dozens of female mice sat on the thick, gray-white stone slabs, their hands tightly covering their round ears, or simply burying their heads in the bellies of their companions.

"Squeak, Baron, you must do something about her..."

Molen stood at the front of the car, ignoring it.

Let Big Ben ring for a while. Anyway, there are no Chimeras around here. If it's quiet, it'll be quite creepy.

The Mouse Girl Train continued north along the tracks, passing through a forest of dead trees and a dry riverbed. At the end of the tracks, the ruins of Mill Village came into view.

Molen stood at the front of the car and looked around.

You can tell what this place used to look like. The flat fields still bear the marks of furrows, and there used to be golden waves of wheat undulating across this plain.

The dried-up irrigation ditch still has polished stone slabs, indicating that there must have been flowing water that used to be drawn down from the mountain to irrigate this land and surround the great mill.

But now everything has collapsed.

The aroma of wheat and the songs of the past seem to have become nothing but memories.

The old mill is now just a desolate half-remains standing on the north side of the village, its stone walls crumbled and collapsed, and the once enormous windmill blades are now just a broken wooden shaft pointing forlornly into the distance.

However, these remnants will soon be swept into the memories of the mouse girls.

The new mill village will be built soon.

Molen pictured what the Great Mill used to look like.

It was a round stone tower that was more than ten meters high, with four huge wooden wing panels on top. In order to get the best mountain wind, the entire building was built on the highest hill in the village, with an exceptionally solid foundation. The base itself was two stories high.

That was a huge thing that made the mice look up and their hats fall off; it was much bigger than the little windmill at the foot of the hill.

The reconstruction of Mill Village will begin with the Big Mill.

"Set up the big wheels."