"Mr. Brutus, isn't this too slow? I don't think there is any need to divide the work into this." Wendell looked at the busy Cole and others in front of him and suggested tactfully.
Brutus, who was standing aside, waved his hand and explained straightforwardly: "Slow down is the right thing. This is the effect we want. It's okay. You just need to do your own work at your own pace. I'm just trying to find something for them to do."
Let them not be idle with the work of making ends meet."
He split the work that one person can do into three parts, so that the work efficiency can be high. But this is also a forced approach. Inefficient work procedures can obviously allow more people to participate in labor.
As for issues such as output and profit, Brutus can only say that it is better not to starve to death for the time being...
"I want to ask how much can you accomplish if you work at full speed, about eight hours a day?"
"Two at most, Mr. Brutus." Wendell didn't understand why Brutus insisted on working only eight hours. He felt that he could work for a while longer at night by the weak firelight, but faced with a helper
When someone finds a way to make money on his own, he still knows when to say what to say.
"where are they?"
"I think it's pretty good if they can make the outline of a statue." After thinking about it, Wendell added, "Total of all of them, at most one."
Brutus calculated and nodded: "That's enough, as long as you don't starve to death."
He feels that he looks like a black-hearted businessman now, and he will be the target of being hung up on the street in the future. But now, he can only talk about other things if he is starved to death first.
"Do you have any ideas about architecture? Or do you know anyone who can design buildings?" Brutus felt that it was necessary to find other jobs for these guides. After all, not everyone has the talent for sculpture.
, always completing work plans inefficiently will put everyone in trouble.
"You may think too highly of us." Wendell smiled bitterly, feeling more and more that Brutus's somewhat jumping and always inappropriate thoughts were beyond his ability to keep up with, "How can we bitter people understand this?"
"Maybe someone really understands." Brutus pinched his eyebrows, "But this matter is indeed making things difficult for you. If there is such a person, how can he get mixed up with a group of immigrants."
"What does Mr. Brutus want to do?"
"Buy land and build a house." Brutus said casually, "Write a few scripts by the way. Don't you think life in Tatto Town is boring?"
After he finished speaking, he suddenly covered his face again, trying to figure out something: "Ah, it's really hard to understand when I tell you this. After all, you still have to be busy surviving."
"But after I thought about it carefully, I found that the security camp in this place does not care about the appearance of the city, so it seems that it is okay without buying land?"
He began to talk to himself, and Wendell, who had no idea what he was talking about, left here silently and began to carve wooden sculptures - this time it was not a human figure, but a Stech beast near Tatto Town.
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Brutus had killed a few of them with a javelin, and Wendell had recorded their appearance before they were barbecued.
The taste of Stitch is pretty good, like chicken without the skin, but peeling off the skin before eating is a bit of a waste of time.
"Actually, you can consider changing the ears to long ones. Maybe they will look cuter." After finishing talking to himself, Brutus looked at the busy Wendell and saw that he was dealing with the details of the head, and suggested.
"What?" Wendell stopped what he was doing and looked up at Brutus. Mr. Brutus, what kind of ears are you referring to?"
"Well... let me think about it." Brutus found a branch on the ground and drew a rabbit in his impression on the ground. "That's probably it, but I don't know what it is."
Girls will like this."
He turned to look at Catalina, who was doing odd jobs with a bunch of brothers and sisters, and then asked her to call all the girls over and let them all comment.
After receiving unanimous praise, Wendell's next work became sculpting rabbits - or smaller versions of Stitch.
Brutus took out his notes and quill, sat under the shadow of the hut, chatting with Wendell and Elisa about the customs of Taranto, and taking notes to pass the boring time in the afternoon.
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"Mr. Brutus, I'm curious why you do this for us people. You don't seem to have earned anything from this business." Wendell carefully carved the rabbit's fur, but the work on his hands was not at all.
Delay him chatting with Brutus.
"Just think of it as a whim. In fact, what I am doing now is just a random thought and the right opportunity to do it." Brutus annotated what he had written before according to his own understanding, "
Ideas come up as they come up, and if you don't find the right person, you might still be hungry now."
He looked at Cole and others who were still busy in the woods under the sun: "Part of the reason is that I am worried that they will take a dark path. Since there is still a chance to save them, we should do something to change the status quo."
"Then you are really a good person." Wendell praised.
Good guy Ka Jiayi... Brutus smiled helplessly: "No, I am not a good person. If I have to be busy surviving all day, then I will definitely look at all the misfortunes around me indifferently.
, and then just take care of yourself.”
"This is human nature." Wendell took the linen handkerchief handed over by his wife, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and then continued to do the work at hand, "But we have also seen many people who made a fortune and then ended up with the same thing as before.
People who cut off ties with acquaintances.”
"Of course, not so many people are like this, but more or less they only care about themselves." Wendell paused for a few seconds, "Maybe I will become such a person."
"Nobility is never the norm, selfishness is." Brutus retracted his gaze from Cole and others, and looked back at the notes in his hand, "otherwise, how could people call virtue a virtue?"
Wendell laughed a few times after hearing this: "You are right, I think I am also such a selfish person. I just want to make my family live a better life."
"That's also very good." Brutus said with sincere appreciation, "I have seen many people abandon their wives and children after becoming rich, and I have also seen Hongxing cheating on each other and turning each other against each other."
As for those who are physically in love and kill each other, let's not talk about it... He swallowed these examples, after all, it is not conducive to family stability.
"In Gris?"
"Well, that's right." Brutus smiled and didn't explain any more.
"Such people are really scary." Wendell and Alyssa both commented.
Brutus shrugged: "There is no way, it takes time to see people's hearts. If you simply evaluate a person's character based on one encounter and do not make appropriate modifications for a long time, it is inevitable to be affected by stereotypes."
"By the way, I wonder if you are interested in letting Catalina study with me for a few days."
He then added: "Being with those children will inevitably affect daily work."