My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 636

Chapter 636
The barbarian carpenter spared no effort to build the thatched hut. He climbed up and down, fiddling with the wood and adjusting the angle, ate only once a day, and worked tirelessly under the scorching sun.
The ‘carpenter” also perkily told Samba that he had spent a lot of gold in exchange for some tools that could help make the wood better.
Christina leaned over curiously to see that the barbarian indeed had a complete collection of modern woodworking tools such as planer tools and chisels.
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Putting aside her previous impression of the barbarians as bigoted and ferocious, she was surprised to find that they had their own hobbies.
Christina hoped that the barbarian carpenter could make her an “ox wagon.”
Because there was no pen and paper, she made a rough sketch on the open muddy ground. The structure of the “ox wagon” was simple. First, they needed to make two “wheels”. The bearing part could be completed with the help of tools such as a planer tool and a chisel.
Christina communicated with the barbarian carpenter with Samba’s assistance. After listening to the requirements Samba asked for, the barbarian carpenter agreed with alacrity to help Christian make this new gizmo, and they made a tentative decision to make the wheels using the cross-section of a tree, which turned out to be round as well.
This barbarian carpenter was indeed a very ambitious craftsman. In order to hurry to finish Christina’s “ox wagon,” he devoted himself to this job and spent the whole night digging wood and fiddling with the arrangements, even forgetting to eat and sleep.
“… This carpenter seems to be smarter than Samba.”

Christian remembered that she had just praised Samba as the smartest barbarian not long ago, but she didn’t expect that she would realize that there was someone cleverer out there so soon.
With the help and instructions of Christina, the barbarian carpenter succeeded to make the first “ox wagon” on
the island.
Christina was very excited, for she didn’t have to work so hard to transport the flints with such a wagon
Ever the grateful one, she asked Samba generously to tell the very talented” barbarian carpenter that he could make such a” wagon” for sale in the future, and specifically reminded him that the price must be more than five pieces of gold.
Most of the barbarians on this island were thick and goofy, and she wondered if they were too used to being oppressed by the rulers.
At first Samba didn’t know how to use the wagon, so he carried the wagon on his shoulder and walked with it.
Christina sighed and ran up to give him a lecture,
After struggling for two hours, Samba reluctantly learned to walk with his hands pushing the wagon. Samba felt that it was strange for he walked faster by himself, so why should he push this stuff?
* You can push it or let an ox do the work.”
However hard she tried to persuade them, it was no better than a real demonstration.
That day, Christina bought three strong ox. One of them was tied up in front of her own small wagon, and two were tied up in front of the super big one pushed by Samba.
They went to the rocky area again and spent a day picking up flints. After resting in the wild for a night, Christina and Samba carried the flints onto the ox wagon the next day, and all they had to do was to lead the oxen.
From time to time, Samba turned to look at the wagon behind him with wide eyes, then he looked at the hemp rope in his hand, feeling incredible to be able to move so heavy a cargo with such a thin thread.
Christian simply sat on the back of the ox, not even bothering to lead it.

“… Samba, you’re overweight. So there’s no way for you to sit on the ox, and you can only lead it and walk.” She was still not as tall as Samba on the back of the ox.
Although the wagon was not a high-tech product, it was already very advanced used on this primitive island.
Christina and Samba brought the flints to the market on the wagons, attracting the attention of many a curious barbarian.
This trip to transport the flints took three days, which was half the time they had used to carry them on their shoulders.
Christina looked at the two carts full of flints with an easy heart. Her large hut had been built and a room had been specially reserved for these flints.
Samba wisely used the net woven by the vines as a net bag to carefully store the flints.
Samba was used to putting two large stone urns in front of his house and bringing fresh water back from the river every day
There were also flowers. Samba picked some fruits in the forest and brought a large bunch of colorful flowers on his way back. Although the flowers were randomly placed in a pile, the light fragrance they exuded pervaded in the whole hut, and their beauty also added to the cozy atmosphere in the simple hut.
“… Samba, you’re really good at housekeeping,” Christian couldn’t help but praise him.
In addition, what satisfied Christina the most was a “bathroom” separated in the thatched hut. She asked Samba to carry a stone urn containing water into it, which was convenient for her to take a bath. On this island, it was a blessing to be able to take a bath every day.
Christina also taught Samba to dress. “Don’t tear It offl” She spent a lot of gold in exchange for cloth. Although the dark blue coarse linen was not a good material, only the’ rich’ could afford it on this island,
Raine, the smug and haughty one, was dressed up like a curry muncher in clothes as colorful as a peacock, with strings of gems hanging on them.
Christina wanted Samba to get used to wearing clothes. At first, Samba was reluctant because he found clothes troublesome, but he couldn’t stand Christina’s wrapping him up all the time, so eventually, he complied.
In the middle of their hut was a log fire, around which Christina sat opposite Samba with an old iron pot placed on top of it to boil water. A large plate of meat was thrown into the pot and boiled into meat soup. Samba added some small tomatoes to add to the flavor. Christina tasted it in a stone bowl and was surprised to find it unusually tasty.
Christina suddenly had a feeling of settling down in a peaceful life.
Their hut was supported by a big tree. As long as it was not struck by lightning in a thunderstorm, it was quite comfortable.
Early in the next morning, Christina and Samba began to set up their stall and do business again.
There were actually other barbarians who imitated them to make barbecue, but she was not sure if it was because they were too lazy or they could not overcome their psychological barriers, the barbecue they made was an entire prey directly thrown into the fire and scorched, without shedding fur, let alone being cut open in the belly.

Of course, the taste of the barbecue was a lot worse, so there was no impact on Christina and Samba’s business even if others followed suit. They still earned a large sum of money.
“… Samba, tell them that we’ve raised the price. Now one who buys a flint shall pay three pieces of gold and will receive a bunch of barbecues.”
Christina gave clear instructions to Sambe before she sneaked away to take a nap under the shade of a tree lazily
Samba continued to work hard to earn money alone.
“A wagon?”
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Athis moment, a few special figures appeared in a group of barbarians. Charles looked at the two similar “ox wagon” beside the table, astonished.
“Did this thing come in from outside, or did the barbarian make it himself?”
“It must have been brought in from outside. How could a savage have such wit?”
Finally, the stall they had been waiting for was set up. Charles and the others were very interested in the barbarian merchant, but when they saw Samba who was doing business, they couldn’t help but feel disappointed.
The vendor in this stall looked like an ordinary-looking barbarian, with nothing special about him.