At that mont, Harrison was looking around each step of the process, pondering deeply in his eyes.
Yes, he thought that if dividing production into stages increased efficiency so greatly, perhaps it could be applied to other weapons and equipnt as well.
Although each step was intricate, production eventually beca more familiar; the earliest arrows were rough and barely usable, but now each batch was getting better than the last.
Of course, besides practice making perfect, personal skill was also extrely important.
Historically, Harrison only knew that the Goblin Clan had a unique talent for finding and mining ore, but he hadn’t realized their hands-on abilities were so formidable.
Nurtured properly, they would definitely beco excellent weapons manufacturers in the future.
If Hope Village stayed small, he and the few apprentices he had taken on before would have sufficed, but Hope Village kept growing, especially in the last month with more and more people arriving, many of whom were buying weapons and demanding upgrades at a rapid pace, in addition to his need to repair and even fill so bulk orders; indeed, he felt slightly overwheld.
Now it seed that this group of goblins could possibly join the blacksmith shop.
After taking them on, the production capacity of the blacksmith shop would surely rise to a new level.
Maybe in the future, they could help establish a "military weapons" production base for Hope Village.
He thought about how the Dwarf Clan had managed to survive the Territory War and ultimately got their pick of the territory, thanks to an endless supply of various offensive and defensive weapons.
In any other territory, as a dwarf, Harrison might not have worked so tirelessly.
But for Hope Village! It might be a slight exception.
Thinking this, Harrison sought out Mills; he knew that he was the Goblin Chief, here just to check on his clan mbers.
Since they were here to help, he naturally wished that they would work diligently.
When approached, he even felt a bit nervous.
"Did they do sothing wrong?" Mills asked nervously.
"They did quite well, I actually think highly of them and plan to employ them here to work after this," Harrison stated directly.
"Is that possible?" Mars’s eyes brightened.
"Yes, they are skillful. Learning gradually here, they should pick up so skills," Harrison comnted matter-of-factly.
Of course, getting such praise from him ant that he truly recognized their capabilities.
"When the ti cos, you can pick whoever you want to send here to work, use them at will, no problem," Mills also lowered his stance.
This was a chance to learn craftsmanship!
After learning, in the future, the Goblin Clan would no longer be just synonymous with mine slaves.
Listening, Harrison’s satisfaction with Mills’ attitude increased even more.
And as Harrison busied himself again, Mills watched the goblins work diligently and didn’t say much, quietly slipping away.
Such matters could wait until later; now was not the ti to disturb their work.
When leaving, Mills, the Goblin Chief had slightly reddened eyes.
Thus, the two places, using their new thods, continuously supplied the territory with batch after batch of potions and weapons.
And Ding Qiurou, receiving these potions and weapons, gradually felt her mood stabilize.
She managed materials in the territory, which wasn’t dangerous, but her husband and daughter were on the frontlines!
Especially when she knew how tenaciously her husband and daughter fought.
Now seeing that potions and weapons were plentiful, she felt a bit more at ease.
As soon as stock ca in, Ding Qiurou imdiately arranged for staff to send it to the frontlines.
The reason for the storage in and out was to register the assets of the territory, so that if any path was to be taken, it would be quickly noticeable.
Having Ding Qiurou as the warehouse manager was to a large extent about keeping control over the territory’s resources in her own hands.
Although it was unlikely that anyone would tamper with the resources, if one could nip potential issues in the bud, why not?
After taking charge of the warehouse, Ding Qiurou, as a mother, experienced a second career bloom; she didn’t feel adversely about it, in fact, she handled it quite effortlessly, and occasionally walked around the territory in her spare ti. Except for this world not being as developed as her previous one, her life felt more fulfilling.
Now her only wish was for her family to stay safe and sound.
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