leonardwarren Chapter 132 Have a Happy Winter
Chapter 132 Have a Happy Winter
Li Mosi and his group followed the old man out of the slave-catching team's stronghold. They walked eastward through the forest for about ten minutes until they arrived at a square, one-story building made of stone.
"Wow! There's a cave made of rocks here?"
"Wow, it's huge!"
"It looks bigger than a cave!"
"It's just a bit cold."
"It still stinks!"
The goblins looked at the building in front of them and began to chatter amongst themselves.
Li Mosi stood still, examining the building in front of her.
"How come I've never seen this place before?"
Zi'an couldn't help but frown.
"This smells like feces and urine? And a faint smell of blood?"
The flavor wasn't strong, but the subtle, almost imperceptible taste was what made it even more unbearable!
The taste is like it's seeping out of a rock!
The saintess, her face also contorted in pain, asked, "Why does this smell so strange?"
Even the goblin tribe doesn't smell like this!
She felt like the smell was going to crawl into her head from her nose!
Zi Yi chose to ask directly, "Old man, what is this? Why isn't the warehouse in your tribe?"
The old man stared at the stone building before him and said, "The upper floor is a warehouse, and the lower floor is a dungeon. I don't know why it wasn't built inside the stronghold. Sirs, the door is this way."
Led by him, Li Mosi and his group walked to the south side of the square building and saw a large double wooden door.
"This doesn't seem to require a key?"
Zi'an pushed the door open directly.
A chilly air wafted out of the building, revealing its stone walls and wooden beams.
The saintess frowned and complained, "You need a lock even if you use a key! Don't you know what a key and a lock are?!"
Li Mosi pinched her mouth shut.
Can't you be quiet in front of the guy who was just captured?
He glanced at the prisoners staring at him, their surprise and confusion practically written all over their faces.
"Old man, take us to the warehouse."
Li Mosi directly ordered him to lead the way.
There's not even anyone guarding this place.
That's a bit strange.
"Yes, sir."
Old One-Eyed readily agreed.
Then Li Mosi understood why there was no one here.
"Wow! A door made of iron!"
"So wealthy!"
"That's enough to make so many iron spears!"
"You can make so many things with an iron wok!"
The doors here are made of iron!
Even the saintess was stunned: "Nobles rarely do this... What on earth have they been preserving?"
Zi'an glanced at the saintess; her eyes held a hint of confusion.
It seems they know this is amazing, but they don't know exactly how amazing it is.
Zi Yi couldn't help but knock on the iron gate.
Bump-bump-
"Wow? It's all iron!"
Holy crap.
A solid iron gate, at least a finger's thickness!
Li Mosi couldn't help but touch the iron gate.
So rich?
But I don't seem to see a keyhole?
With such a large bunch of keys, the keyhole should be quite obvious...
Suddenly, he felt a slight bump in a familiar spot.
He flicked the protrusion, and a piece of iron spun around, revealing the familiar texture.
Li Mosi then inserted the key into the dim light and turned it around.
Click.
With a slight thud as the metal fell, the door opened.
Li Mosi tried pulling it.
"This door is too heavy! Zi'an, can you open it for me?"
"Yes, Master!"
ga-
The iron gate opened, and the scene inside stunned everyone.
Wheat, wheat, bags and bags of wheat, the room is filled with wheat!
The aroma is wafting out!
"Did they hide the wheat behind an iron gate?"
This is Haki Saint.
"We can't possibly finish all this wheat!"
This is Zi'an.
"That's why the slave trade is one of the most profitable trades."
This is Li Mosi.
He didn't dare to make any definitive statements.
In this world where mockery has power, I reckon there's still some ruthless stuff to be done.
Wow, so much wheat!
"I want!"
"Me too!"
Seeing so much wheat, the goblins couldn't help but push forward.
They wanted to get their hands on the wheat!
This much wheat is enough to feed us through the winter!
"What are you doing! What are you doing! There are eight warehouses in total! This is only one!"
Zi Yi quickly spoke up to maintain order.
The spear-throwing warriors beside them also brandished their iron spears.
"Didn't you hear the leader? Stand at attention!"
"Don't move!"
"Seven more warehouses!"
As they raised their iron spears within the confined space, the goblins fell silent.
After traveling for two consecutive days, they were somewhat disoriented.
Watching the scene erupt in excitement before returning to calm, Li Mosi went inside and quickly took stock of her spoils by the dim light.
This place is indeed all wheat.
However, only a small portion on top was packed in burlap sacks; the rest were sealed in pine boxes.
It appears that the part above is newly transported in.
Although the units of measurement in this era were quite crude, fortunately, Li Mosi was able to retrieve the capacity of these wooden boxes and sacks from the original owner's memories.
Whether it's a wooden box or a burlap sack, when they're full, they can hold "1 quart" of wheat, which is "8 bushels".
Li Mosi tugged at it.
Even with all my might, it was still very difficult to drag!
Judging from the feel, it weighs at least 150 kilograms or more.
And then consider the weight of the boxes and bags here...
There were actually about 30 tons of wheat in this warehouse!
Holy crap.
He quickly left the warehouse and locked it.
"Let's go to the next warehouse!"
The eight warehouses are basically connected.
The second warehouse was also filled with wheat, and the wooden crates inside were even older, but showed signs of having been recently opened.
It weighs about twenty tons, but less than thirty tons.
Zi'an opened his mouth wide and covered his ears with both hands.
"There are still so many?!"
Even the slaves who had remained silent couldn't help but whisper among themselves.
"No wonder there's an endless supply of stale wheat..."
"Wow, so many..."
After quickly finishing the inventory, Li Mosi closed the door and checked the next room.
Amidst everyone's expectant gaze, the door to the third warehouse opened.
This time, instead of wooden crates, what caught my eye were ropes hanging in the air, and wooden barrels on the ground.
The rope was tied with bunches of dried vegetables, including root vegetables and leafy greens.
"What is this?"
"It's not still wheat, is it?"
The meat-loving child shouted, "It smells like oil! I smell oil!"
"Don't shout!"
Li Mosi walked around and looked at the wooden barrels sealed with beeswax.
He leaned closer to smell them; some of the wooden barrels smelled salty, while others had a faint aroma of oil.
He took out a knife and pried open one of them.
It contained coarse salt and grease.
He closed the door again and walked toward the fourth warehouse.
Inside the fourth warehouse, ropes still hung overhead, but the items hanging there had been pieces of cured meat, and wooden shelves on the ground held rows of whole cheeses.
He quickly closed the door before the group could get too excited.
The fifth warehouse contained stacks of hay, as well as boxes of fresh oats and beans.
In addition, there was a lot of timber piled up.
The timber is mainly oak and pine, with some ash.
These are all good materials, not firewood for burning.
Firewood for burning is not worth protecting with an iron gate.
The supplies in the sixth warehouse are even more substantial!
Thousands of longbow arrows; several bundles of bowstrings; a large chest of iron spearheads; a half-chest of iron swords and axes; two large chests of specially treated iron plates and hard leather pieces, which looked like they were for repairing armor; more than thirty leather shields; a large chest of horseshoes and nails; and dozens of iron shackles!
This is an equipment depot!
That's not all!
A huge pile of clothes is also stored here!
Hundreds of coarse wool cloaks and robes; hundreds of wool trousers; hundreds of wool socks; nearly three hundred pairs of leather boots; hundreds of thickened, stacked blankets; and a large pile of close-fitting short garments made of wool or linen.
These are just the ones that are easy to open.
There are boxes underneath!
Holy crap.
Li Mosi looked more and more anxiously at the next warehouse.
As a result, the seventh warehouse contained only a few hundred empty wooden barrels and basins, and was filled with consumables.
There were several hundred kilograms of candles made of some unknown oil; forty or fifty copper oil lamps and eight large barrels of lamp oil; eight small barrels of strong liquor; and two large boxes filled with dried herbs and bandages...
Li Mosi also discovered a palm-sized oval fruit that he didn't recognize, and there were four large boxes of it.
He chose to ask Hagi Saint.
"Haki—cough. Do you recognize this?"
The saintess was stunned for a moment before she realized that he was calling her.
She glanced at what Li Mosi was holding: "This is a Foam Fruit. You can make bubbles by rubbing it with water. It's great for washing your body and clothes. However, it's best to use magic to clean expensive body parts and clothes."
What does "expensive body" mean?
Li Mosi was stunned for a moment.
Hagi Saint was probably referring to a noble body, wasn't he?
He ignored that, threw the foam fruit back into the box, and looked toward the last warehouse.
The eighth warehouse contains items that Li Mosi urgently needs!
It's full of tools and precious materials!
A large collection of woodworking tools, each with at least a dozen pieces; dozens of large, treated logs, ready to be used for building houses; a set of blacksmith tools and a pile of iron balls, weighing at least two hundred kilograms; dozens of tanned, complete cowhides, plus many more incomplete ones stacked in the corner; dozens of whetstones and dozens of oddly shaped snow shovels piled together haphazardly.
In addition, more than a dozen boxes were firmly pressed down at the bottom, preventing Li Mosi from examining them closely.
Holy crap.
What the hell!
Even though they didn't find anything on the body, this was still a huge profit!
Now we can happily celebrate the Lunar New Year!