Chapter 66: Luxurious Storage Box [2]

"There is no one who does not know that Cordyceps sinensis Danhwan is a good health supplement for men."

"That's right."

"But what about the eastern part of the empire?"

"It's probably not well known. The single ring spoils quickly, and the raw materials even worse."

"You should be able to tell right away that this is a valuable item. Plus, it makes a great gift."

Once long-distance transportation became possible, marketing became essential.

Even if I say it's effective in words, they only hear the words of a herbalist.

It's only when something catches your eye that you become interested. In the first place, anyone who would buy Cordyceps Sinensis Danhwan would be vain.

"Ah, such profound meaning!"

"Among the newly recruited workers, those who have experience handling wood will be put to work making storage boxes. The craftsmen, please take the remaining manpower and focus on producing single rings."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Now the factory had started operating in earnest. With the company already short on manpower, workers were deployed to minor locations to increase production speed.

Although it was somewhat crude, it was an excellent factory-style system for this level of division of labor in the Middle Ages.

The process of making dry short rings no longer needed to be touched.

They'll take care of it anyway. The important thing was to pull out a luxurious storage box.

After quickly drawing the drawing, I called the workers together.

"Can someone make this?"

"… … ."

No one raised their hand rashly. I broke the parts down into pieces for later assembly. It must look incredibly strange to their eyes.

'I can't help it. If this is the case, I will have to teach them one by one.'

It would take some time, but it wasn't something that was completely impossible.

Because the difficulty level of making a wooden box is not that high. Sёarch* The ηovelFire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

The problem is that it has to look luxurious and be produced in large quantities. But then someone cautiously raised a hand.

"I...."

"Please speak."

"I think I can do it."

The person who spoke in a timid voice was a boy of small stature.

Then, looks of distrust appeared from those around me.

"There are no real carpenters here, and yet they make such complicated things?"

"Because you're young, you have your own set of habits."

I guess that's why he reacted like that because his face was so young. Honestly, as long as you have the ability, looks and age don't matter. I have no prejudice at all.

**<Person Information>**

- Name: Electr

- Status: Commoner

- Position: Single-Hwan Factory Employee

- Relationship: A distant subordinate

- Loyalty: 10

- Status: Relief at having landed a job, eager to try anything, some suspicion toward employer Find adventures at m v lem|p-yr

- Overall Ability: B

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'Oh! It's changed a bit.'

The situation was somewhat different from the time of the interview. At that time, it was about the last pride or something like that. I think it was probably because it was before and after hiring. As expected, I chose a good person.

"Can you make just one?"

"Yes, Your Excellency the Governor."

Electr went straight to the workbench and started making something by himself. Even though it was the first time he had seen the drawing, his hand movements were unstoppable.

'I feel like he's done this before.'

Although he wasn't a carpenter, he certainly seemed to have the skills to be one. While Electr was absorbed in his work, I called the staff together.

"Our factory works for 50 minutes and then takes a 10-minute break. Including an hour for lunch, we work for a total of 9 hours."

"Can you get back before the sun sets?"

"Yes. I will build a place to stay nearby, and if you want, i can rent it out for a low price. Lunch will also be provided by the factory."

"… … ."

The employees all gaped in surprise. In addition to being surprised, most of them looked like they couldn't believe me. In fact, it was a natural reaction.

'The environment here is much worse than the Empire,' I thought.

When I first came to this world, I had to stick out my tongue countless times. Working conditions completely devoid of humanity were the norm.

If this is the case in the capital of the most prosperous empire, what about a country on the verge of collapse?

Non-payment of wages is a given, and it's fortunate if they don't beat you while ordering you to work.

But the governor, who is the icon of distrust, offers such a great job. It was something they couldn't help but be surprised by.

"Is that true?"

"Of course. However, since we are making high-quality products, we have to do our work properly. Defects? I won't forgive even one."

"If what you just said were truly kept, what could not be done!"

"It will definitely be implemented as is."

"Wow!"

The laborers all cheered.

The excitement did not easily subside. The sense of relief that they could now make a living must have run down their spines.

But I kept a calm expression.

'At first, you'll say things like you're going to take out all your liver and gallbladder,' I thought.

As time went by, the urgency would fade away. They too would become complacent.

If i continue to show favor, they will think it is a right. But there was no need to worry at all.

'Because I have a staff management window,'

I thought. Those who were not sincere could just be kicked out. Anyway, there are plenty of people who want to work.

'In that sense, let's take a look to see if we're doing well after a long time,' I thought.

The advantage of the staff management window was that all information was displayed regardless of distance.

Even in the distant Deliat Autonomous Territory, one could see the situation in the Carriers Duchy as if looking at the back of one's hand.

But then something that made me frown suddenly popped out.

"Why are there so many people resting?"

Even though it was broad daylight, more than 30% of the employees were resting. That too, with the butlers who are the managers.

What the hell happened?