I led the Goblin Culture to victory.

Chapter 223 Townhouse Trial Construction

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Tsk.

Li Mosi did indeed overlook this matter.

Previously, whether it was rammed earth or anything else made from soil, it was all dug up directly from the ground.

After all, he wasn't aiming for the durability of ancient rammed earth city walls that lasted for decades or even centuries.

But now that you mention it, he suddenly remembered.

Clay is waterproof!

There's no soil!

The reason their rammed earth buildings are still usable is entirely because it doesn't rain much in the autumn here.

Buildings constructed solely of rammed earth are simply not strong enough to withstand wet snow.

Not to mention enduring it until it thaws!

Fortunately, there weren't many buildings in the village, so there was still time to make changes.

It's just that the plans and such need to be readjusted.

Li Mosi herself had never been in contact with clay before, but fortunately, the original owner of this body knew where to mine it.

That is, along the banks of slow-flowing rivers or lakes.

He opened [Leshan Water] and took a look.

There are two lakes, one large and one small, within the territory of Baron Stern.

There is also a large lake to the northwest of the stone walls of the Matika Estate.

The craftsmen looked at each other but remained silent.

Farol was a little nervous.

If we really want to use this method, we'll need way too much clay.

The wasteland within the territory cannot be mined to produce that much clay.

Li Mosi raised her hand and pointed to the western-northwest side.

"There is a lake not far from the Matica Manor, where we can collect clay."

Ziyi, Zian, and the Holy Maiden looked at the craftsmen.

Most of the craftsmen and Farol's eyes fell on the few craftsmen in the Matica Manor.

The carpenter at the Matica estate nodded.

"I've heard it from the soldiers."

The stonemasons at the Matica estate nodded in agreement.

"I've heard of it too, but we haven't paid much attention to it."

After all, they didn't have a chance to go out.

Just listen to these kinds of stories.

Zi Yi looked down at the blueprints.

Since my late teacher said so, then it must exist.

"You can send a few people to take a look tomorrow, but I want to lead you through the construction first tomorrow morning. We'll use the clay from our territory."

The craftsmen nodded silently.

"But, sir."

Farol spoke again.

"The freshly dug clay is too thick and needs to be dried before it can be used to build houses."

Is that so?

The saintess stared wide-eyed at Li Mosi.

He simply waved his hand casually.

"Just mix in some straw."

He had seen this person before.

Hey buddy, you can just mix freshly dug clay and straw together and smear it on the wall.

Li Mosi looked up at the stunned craftsman and Farol.

"You should burn firewood in the winter."

He knew that all combustible materials were valuable resources for starting a fire.

With such a large primeval forest behind it, how could it not burn down?

He's not a nobleman, so what business is it of his the papacy's orders?

But Farol's brows remained furrowed.

Just as he was wondering whether he should speak, Li Mosi heard Hagi Saint speak.

"So what will you do in winter? Aren't you going to pave the roads?"

Li Mosi could understand what she was saying.

There are always four snowfalls after the onset of winter.

Based on his memory, Li Mosi summarized it as roughly light wet snow, heavy wet snow, light dry snow, and heavy dry snow.

The first snowfall usually starts on the first day of winter and lasts for several days.

The roads will be incredibly muddy at this time, but the lord will still try to venture out.

For example, continuing to collect firewood or performing religious services.

Not only the lords, but also the artisans had to do some work.

At this point, it is necessary to lay about ten centimeters of straw on the dirt road to prevent slipping.

At least the main roads within the manor need to be paved.

This requires a large amount of straw.

More abstractly, with the arrival of the second heavy snowfall, these straws will soon be buried.

While it could be argued that it did have an anti-slip effect, it became completely ineffective with the arrival of the third light, dry snowfall.

Li Mosi didn't know why she would lay such a thick layer of material at once.

It's not impossible to spread it thinly and use it as a one-time use.

Many craftsmen treated the short stretch of road in front of their homes in this way.

After all, the lord wouldn't lay straw in front of their houses; they would have to make their own path with straw to their doorsteps.

Snapped.

"fine."

Li Mosi casually patted Hagi Saint.

"I have my own plans."

The craftsmen nodded.

They understood that this was not something they should be considering.

Now that the final question has been answered, there's nothing more to discuss.

Zi Yi asked the groom to bring along a local lame assistant to take care of the livestock.

He also arranged for the old man to take a pair of warriors and ten new tribesmen to bring some of the tribe's grain back to the tribe tomorrow with the tribe's carts and horses.

Then it was decided that most of the raw hides would be brought back to Baron Stern's territory tomorrow.

That's all for tonight.

the next day.

As soon as Li Mosi got out of bed, he took an ink stick and wrote "29" on the outside of the paper roll.

They have 29 days left.

The four walked out of the main house, and the sky began to lighten with a faint blue hue.

Two middle-aged men with mobility issues were preparing ingredients, while four pregnant women were starting a fire to cook.

Zi Yi subconsciously made the same movement as him.

In the distance, the artisans of the Tufate Estate and the Matica Estate stood up.

Zi Yi took a few steps forward and looked at the contents of the pottery jar.

There's still some time before dinner.

The craftsmen quickly gathered their eldest sons near Li Mosi and his group of four.

Good morning, sir.

"Good morning. Let's go."

Li Mosi waved to them.

"Let's go take a look at that lake first."

"Yes, sir."

The four men led the craftsmen out of the main courtyard and saw that Farol had also gathered with the craftsmen of Valos Manor and their eldest son.

A group of people walked north out of the wall, and then headed west under Li Mosi's guidance.

As the blue in the sky began to fade, they walked to the lakeside.

Wow! So beautiful!

The tailor's eldest daughter's eyes lit up immediately.

The lake stretches as far as the eye can see, and the wetlands along its shores are mostly devoid of weeds, except for reeds.

There were only a few scattered shrubs at most.

The reeds have all turned yellow this season, and they look no different from straw.

The fuzzy reeds above looked so soft and fluffy that they softened my tense heart.

"Inhale...exhale—"

Haki Saint took a deep breath.

Having been away from the Vatican for so long, all I've seen are forbidden forests and desolate, barren border estates.

By comparison, this is already considered a pretty good view.

Li Mosi opened the [Leshanshui] map and carefully observed the surroundings.

The first thing he saw was the small mountain range that separated the Matica estate from the territory further west.

The mountain range, which is at most 200 meters high, appears to run southwest when descending from the top and northwest when ascending from the bottom.

The whole thing looks like an arrow pointing east.

And this lake is located at the tip of the arrow, right at the foot of the mountain.

The entire lake is tilted.

The distance between the northwest and southeast ends is nearly five kilometers, while the width is at most less than one kilometer.

"This is definitely clay!"

Upon hearing Farol's voice, Li Moss turned off the map and turned to look.

The others around had already looked over.

He walked a few steps over to Farol and rubbed the mud off his hands.

It is indeed smoother than regular soil.

It felt like the kind of clay I played with before I traveled back in time.

"Can."

Li Mosi nodded.

"Since it works, we'll call someone over to dig it up when the time comes."

Ziyi nodded.

"Let's build the first row of houses first."