Chapter 74: Westwind Waterworks

Chapter 74: Westwind Waterworks

Robb's eyes lit up hearing the mayor's proposal, and he couldn't help laughing, "Yo, the townspeople are very clever. Not long after I passed on the technology of tap water to you, they themselves came up with this plan.

The mayor smiled and said, "this is all thanks to you. It was you who taught the townspeople this trick."

Robb said with a smile, "the plan of concentrating efforts on building a big water tower is certainly possible, and it is better than building a water tower for each household. However, as a mayor, you must guard against One monk carries water to drink, Two monks carry water to drink, and three monks have no water to drink left.

The mayor did not understand, "Huh? Which monk has no water to drink?"

Robb had to keep it simple, "that is to say, collective strength is sometimes not as great as one person's because everyone wants to be lazy. At such times, a special group must be set up to maintain the whole town's huge water tower and water supply."

The mayor suddenly realized, "Yes, that is indeed a problem."

Robb said with a smile, "and who will pay for this group? Which family uses more water, which uses less water? It is not clear who should pay how much. It's still not clear."

Mayor: "..."

Robb knew that it was impossible to make a big water tower in this day and age, and it was impossible to use magic, so the plan mentioned by the mayor could not be completed just by raising funds, and in the end, it was necessary to show him reality.

He reached out and tapped gently on the stone table and said with a smile, "well, I will pay for the construction of the giant water tower, and I will pay for the people who manage the water tower. On the other hand, residents who use the tap water provided by huge water towers will pay me a monthly salary. Pay more if you use more water, and pay less if you use less. As for who uses more and who uses less, let them count themselves. Anyway, the God of Light is watching them in the sky, and Ill see if they dare to fool the God of Light."

Hearing this, the mayor could not help but shake in his heart, and suddenly found that Father Robb's move was a bit like doing business, and if the business was done well, it might be quite profitable.

There are four man-eating spiders in Robb's chapel. They spit silk very fast. As long as they have enough to eat, they can keep producing silk from their stomachs. However, there is only Lillian in Robb's family. She is responsible for weaving cloth and turning it into silk stockings.

Therefore, the first batch of silk stockings were produced in small quantities, only eight pairs, which had just been bought by the traveling merchant.

Seeing the eight glittering gold coins, Lillian felt that she should work harder and make more socks to earn money for the family.

Robb said with a smile, "How many stockings can you make if you work hard by yourself? As far as I know, there is too much spider silk to use, right? You absolutely cant handle it all, right?"

Lillian said awkwardly, "Yes, I dont think Im enough. if my master doesn't give me that thing called Bafu', I can't keep up with the spiders speed of spinning silk."

Its Buff, bafu! I can't BUFF you every time I see you weaving," Robb said. "there are some things that depend on you more, not magic. Come on, stop fooling around and go to town and ask the women who are idle at home if they are interested in helping us weave and sew stockings. I'll pay for them. All you have to do is teach them how to make stockings! When Pobo sells us a new maid for our family, there will be no need to invite outsiders to do it anymore. "

Lillian took the order, and it wasn't long before she brought back four women.

These women knew Robb, and Robb knew them. They had come to confess before.

They saluted Robb and followed Lillian into the spider room, and began to work.

Because of this, their speed of weaving increased greatly, and it was no longer that Lillian could not keep up with the speed of the spiders, but that the speed of spiders could no longer keep pace with the speed of the women.

Robb estimated that this should be the limit of producing stockings. The silk spit out by four spiders is limited after all and can only be supplied in small quantities in the future.

Unexpectedly, that night, one of the man-eating spiders laid eggs. Moreover, it lays several hundred eggs each time. The spider eggs in the spider room were so dense that the women who came to work the next day screamed.