After Maxing out all Classes

Chapter 21: Help Lillian lighten her load

After three days, Lillians steak was barely good enough to eat, at the cost of wasting more than a dozen pieces of beef, mushrooms, salt, and half a bottle of pepper that was more expensive than gold. For children who grew up in low-income families, wasting food is shameful and unforgivable, making Lillian feel very uneasy.

However, this loss is not a problem for Robb, who has nearly a hundred gold coins in his arms. Hell be thankful as long as she stops poisoning her Master.

Now a new problem is beginning to haunt Robb, and that is-- getting tired of confessions!

The confession was a little fun at first, but after three days in a row, Robb has basically heard the same thing. The blacksmith in the east of the town stole the chicken of the farmer in the west, and the farmer in the west of the town slept with the wife of the herbalist in the south of the town. The herbalist's wife in the south of the town stole things from the miners in the north of the town, and then the miners in the north of the town slept with the blacksmith's wife in the east of the town.

"Ah! No one has come to confess. I can return to a state of laziness again." Robb turned over on the stone stool in the yard and lay on his side while looking at Lillian near him.

Lillian was not idle. She was developing the barren field in the yard with a hoe. Dressed in a maid costume, it was very inconvenient to dig the dirt up, but she insisted on wearing the clothes given to her by her Master instead of her tube clothes. The small hoe dug up the soil and the field up one after another.

Robb asked loudly, "Lillian, what are you going to plant?"

Lillian wiped a handful of sweat from her forehead and smiled, "Potatoes! We have a field, so of course, we have to use it to grow potatoes."

Robb said, "Oh, you can plant it, but it's unnecessary! Just abandon this piece of broken land. Why not just buy potatoes? "

Lillian shook her head, "The strong gusts of wind didn't earn Master's money. I wasted a lot of money on steak the other day. I want to grow potatoes and help Master earn money back."

Rob thought to himself, My money and it being earned from the strong gusts of wind arent that far off. Forget it; the little girl is probably just restless. Not everyone can stay lazy on a stone stool like me for an entire day.

Lillian, who had been digging in the yard for a long time and sweating, looked back and saw that the cup on Robb's table was empty. She put down her hoe, sprinted to the well, laboriously fetched a large bucket of water, and went into the kitchen to boil it.

Seeing her busy and hard-working for a bucket of water, Robb suddenly felt a little worried. She did all the things at home by herself. How tiring is it? No, I had to think of something to help her reduce the pressure of her work.

The easiest way, of course, is to buy a few more maids, but Westwind town is too small, so there arent many merchants, and most of the limited number of merchants are small local traders who are not real merchants. They only sell daily necessities such as cloth, salt, weapons, and farm tools. They do not sell high-end things such as slaves.

And the only big merchant who has the ability to travel north and south, that is, the smart guy who sold Lillian to Robb, has now gone to the bright road with a letter from the mayor, and then he has to go to the capital of the saints to sell the flying dragon leather armor that Robb gave him. Next, he will probably have to go to many places to restock and so on. He will have to take a big turn on the map before returning to Westwind town.

The old merchant has been out for months, and hell probably have to wait a long time to buy a maid from him.

Robb regrets that he didn't buy a few more maids then. Now, he can't buy it even if he wants to.

I can't let my little maid get too tired, but I'm not willing to let myself help. If I really helped Lillian do this and that, it would seem that I was very gentle, but wouldn't the lazy life of the happy feudal landlord be completely ruined?

While thinking about this, Lillian came out of the kitchen, went to the well to fetch a large bucket of water, and then diligently carried the bucket to the kitchen.

Robb decided that first of all. He had to help Lillian solve the problem of drawing water since Robb is from the modern times and is much cleaner than people from the medieval age. What Lillian does most of the day now is to fetch water, get up in the morning to boil water and wash Robb's face and mouth, then boil water to make tea for Robb several times a day, and bring a large bucket of water to Robb in the evening. In addition, Robb had to wash his hands before and after meals, and he was very particular about the hygiene of cutlery and cups. Lillian was asked to wash her clothes with water before using them, and her clothes were changed frequently, which consumed several times more water than ordinary people.

After the broken land was reinvigorated, she began to grow potatoes. Now, she often had to draw water to irrigate the fields.

It is no exaggeration to say that drawing water is Lillian's heaviest task at this stage. If the problem of drawing water is solved, Lillian can relax by more than half of her current relaxation time.

Robb made a ridiculous decision with a pat on his forehead: "Let's just make a tap water system. With tap water, Lillian won't be so tired."

He raised his voice and shouted, "Lillian, stop what you're doing after you boil the water and go to town. Find me a Mason and a blacksmith."

As soon as he finished saying that, Lillian heard a woman outside the chapel courtyard cry, " My father, please save my husband. He just fell off a cliff and broke a leg."

"Oh?" Robb turned to the courtyard door and saw a fat middle-aged woman in a burlap standing with a middle-aged man on her back. The man's face was gray, with many holes in his burlap. One of his legs was strangely bent and was dripping with blood.

Well, with a glance, I can already see whats happening.

There used to be no priest in this town, so when the villagers were injured, they could only use a bag of medicine to treat the injury. Not only did this treat the injuries slowly, but the patient would also have to bear the pain for a long time and eventually might be disabled for life.

But now that there is a priest in the town, things are different. A priest can cure the wound with holy magic quickly and safely and will not have to let the patient suffer for a long time or leave side effects, so of course, its better if he should come to see the priest.

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