Yaro also took out the parchment paper used for recording. The village chief's son was educated by his son and could read and count, which was also the reason why Ictor appointed him.

"Everyone sit down, as you can see, our territory is at its most difficult time."

Moreover, the big hole behind him was ruthlessly blowing the cold wind. Although it would not cause him to catch a cold, it was also very disheveled.

With more than 300 rats, he probably couldn't even understand the farmlands in the territory. By then, the progress of grain production slowed down, which was very unfavorable for Windersol to maintain a good development pace.

At the end, Ictor looked at Genele, the rat man was really unable to interfere, after all, his cultural level was really limited.

"Genere, come and report on the current military status of the territory."

As for livestock, we can now control only 7 mules and 3 cows, and 7 chickens and 8 ducks.

Danger won't come when he's ready, Ictor needs to prepare for it.

So, the matter of summoning a new rat is imminent!

The situation here is very cold. Most of his lord's high throne was shot by him. Now he can only barely call it a stool.

Several carpenters were repairing the hole at this time, and several hammers were twitching.

After hearing this, Aris and others nodded, and then sat on the stool that was temporarily moved according to Ictor's arrangement.

After Yarohui reported, Ictor couldn't help but sigh after hearing this. This configuration sounded very complete, but in fact there was no labor force at all.

"Okay, clan leader, there are currently one, two, three, four, five, six, seven"

After combining various factors, Ictor felt that Windersol's early development could not take an ordinary path.

These three people had never dared to neglect Ictor's orders, and soon led by the maid to the meeting room.

"Yaro, let me talk about how many people there are in the territory at present."

In order to regulate the early development of the territory, Ictor asked the maid to summon all his current team.

Ictor was very happy that his efforts along the way were not in vain. These things seemed not much, but they were essential elements for agricultural production.

After Ictor finished speaking, his sharp eyes swept across the two rats present, pointing to Aris and said:

"Aris, you count the supplies along the way. Tell me how much food and livestock we have now."

Aris said that he had made up his mind completely, and then took out the parchment paper used for the record and said:

"Thanks to your foresight, you have saved a lot of food along the way. Most of the food that Master supports you has been saved. Coupled with the seizure along the way and the supplies from the General Logistics Department of the Empire, our current food is enough for everyone in the territory. If it is properly preserved, it will be fine to persist for two years.

In terms of rats, there are 65 rats in total for your summons."

"Lord Lord, there are currently 26 people in the territory, including six carpenters, one leather maker, three blacksmiths, three stonemasons, one tailor, five maids, three farmers, and four knight attendants.

As Ickett expected, Geneleer began to break his fingers halfway through his words. It was obvious that the current number of armaments in the territory had far exceeded his computing power.

"Master of the E clan, can you allow me to borrow other rat people's fingers?"

"."

Ickett had no big words, and at the level of culture of Genier, he couldn't figure it out even if he called all the clan rats over.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!