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As night fell, John dragged his weary body into the room and slowly lay down on the simple wooden bed. His brow furrowed, and a look of worry etched across his face as he stared at the thin sheets of paper in his hands, densely filled with various crucial information. At that moment, he deeply understood the saying: "One does not know the value of rice and firewood until one manages a household." Now that he was in charge, he realized how much effort and concern it truly required.
The most pressing task at hand was planting. The majority of the crops that had been painstakingly cultivated in Salty Fish Village last season had unfortunately fallen prey to the orcs, leaving very little behind. Therefore, it was imperative to quickly organize the villagers to engage in a new round of farming.
Fortunately, Salty Fish Village was blessed with a favorable geographical location; there were no long and harsh winters here, allowing for two growing seasons each year. As long as everyone worked together diligently, achieving self-sufficiency in food should not be a problem.
However, John was troubled by the fact that there was not a single blacksmith in the village. It was essential to have someone regularly maintain the farming tools needed for daily use, as well as the weapons and armor for his soldiers! In the past, large armies would have blacksmiths accompanying them, but now they found themselves in this remote village—where could they possibly find a blacksmith? This situation left John feeling anxious.
Alas, it all boiled down to money! With money, one could move mountains; acquiring enough funds was the fundamental solution to all problems! John sighed deeply and muttered to himself in resignation. If only he had a fistful of cash, what couldn't he buy? If there was no food, he could buy food; if there were no weapons, he could purchase weapons; if there were insufficient farming tools, he could spend money to procure them.
Even if he couldn't find a blacksmith, surely those extravagant and wasteful noble heirs would be willing to part with their gold if it meant hiring someone. With that thought in mind, John resolved to find a way to earn more money to address his urgent needs.
Tomorrow, he would send Kuiradi and Master (another Half-Step Transcendent) to clear out the surrounding beasts. He didn't want them to ruin the crops once they were planted.
The next morning, John stood quietly in place, his gaze fixed on Kuiradi and the others as their figures gradually faded into the distance. Fifty soldiers marched away until they disappeared from view.
Once they had completely left, John quickly turned and headed to the backyard, walking to a corner of the wall. He could no longer afford to wait. Today, he would personally attempt to see if he could successfully produce glass.
To ensure confidentiality throughout the entire process, John only selected those warriors who had received their skills through Template Reward to assist him. He knew very well that if news of glass production leaked out after it was made, the consequences would be dire. Not only would he be in danger himself, but even Redman—backed by the powerful White Family—would struggle to cope with such fallout. After all, money and wealth could sway anyone's heart.
Glass made from sand promised enormous profits. Under John's organized direction, strong warriors began constructing an earthen kiln using discarded bricks and stones that had been sorted out yesterday.
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