"Cherchen, what can you do?"

    It was Chechen who spoke. Franco asked happily when he saw that Chechen said he could solve the big problem of insufficient manpower.

    Chechen came out from behind the broken wall. He was going to dig out a squirrel''s nest in the nearby forest. He happened to pass by and heard Franco''s conversation with the Quartermaster.

    He walked up to Franco and said calmly, "we don''t have enough manpower. We can hire the refugees in the city to help. I know a priest who has great prestige in the refugees. As long as he is willing to help, he will be able to respond to everything. In this way, the problem of manpower will be solved."

    Indeed, the agreement reached between Prince Alexei and Franco is extremely loose - as long as the mercenary regiment does not leave Smolensk, other places can move freely with consent. Although Prince Alexei announced when he entered the city that the refugees trapped in the city could return home freely, a large number of refugees remained in Smolensk. Many of these refugees are carpenters, blacksmiths and other craftsmen.

    "Which priest are you talking about?" Franco asked.

    "Father sparsokuktsky," said Cherchen.

    Franco and the Quartermaster shook their heads. They had never heard of the priest''s name.

    Seeing that both adults were at a loss, Chechen quickly introduced father sparso kuczky.

    "Chechen, do you really have such a great skill as a priest friend?"

    After listening to Chechen''s introduction to father sparsokucktsky, Franco still didn''t think that a priest who didn''t even have a single church had so much energy. He asked Chechen uncertainly.

    "Of course," Chechen promised.

    "What do you think?"

    Hearing Cherchen''s promise, Franco asked the Quartermaster again. His subordinate studied in Warsaw before joining the mercenary regiment. He studied not only military logistics but also civil engineering.

    The Quartermaster pondered for a long time.

    "I think it''s feasible. The soil here is similar to that of Smolensk. If the manpower can be doubled, I''m confident to finish it a month earlier," the Quartermaster promised.

    Franco nodded. The Quartermaster''s ability to say so is obviously somewhat certain.

    "Then, Cherchen, go to the city and find father sparso kucktsky. God bless those Russians to keep their promise and do not use the money of our mercenary regiment. As for the wood needed to build the roof, let everyone go to the forest first." Franco ordered.

    "Yes, sir," agreed the Quartermaster.

    "Oh, and when the Jews who do business come, buy more thatch from them. It''s fast to make the roof." Franco seemed to say again.

    The Quartermaster took orders.

    "Uncle Franco, when will I go to town?" said Chechen.

    "In two days. I''ll first inform the czar of Russia that we need to hire people to repair the house, otherwise it''s easy to cause misunderstanding if you bring so many people here without their knowledge. But you can go to the treasurer to advance two hundred Taylor, or go to the city to find father sparso kuczky."

    "OK, I''ll go now."

    Chechen leaves with the quartermaster, and Chechen goes to the treasurer. Franco continued to deal with the incident, and he needed to deal with a myriad of things about relocation and settlement.

    Chechen was on his way to the treasurer when he suddenly saw his uncle Pedro and Ruth fighting for something. Pedro clings to it, while Ruth desperately wants to get it.

    "What are you doing?" Chechen asked.

    "Nothing," replied Pedro. Seeing that it was Chechen, he lost his mind for a moment, and Ruth took the bottle.

    "My honey." on the way, he held tightly to prevent Pedro from taking it from him again.

    "Stingy what? Can''t you do it again?" said Pedro indifferently.

    "What do you want?" Ruth said angrily.

    The two men stared at each other.

    "Uncle Pedro, what do you want honey for?" Chechen asked. Although Pedro is fatter, he doesn''t like sweets?

    "Of course it works," said Pedro vaguely.

    Pedro''s vague attitude aroused Chechen''s suspicion.

    "Useful? What''s the use?"

    "Your uncle is going to hunt bears," Ruth said of Pedro''s purpose of asking for honey.

    "What do you say to children about these things?" Pedro complained when he saw that Ruth shook everything out.

    It turned out that Pedro bragged in front of everyone that he once hunted a brown bear alone when he was young. Fidel was also there at that time. Of course Fidel didn''t believe such big talk. He also said that Pedro didn''t boast much. Now, the face loving Pedro was worried. He swore that if there was a bear in front of him, he could hunt it himself.

    Unexpectedly, a mercenary who heard this once went hunting with Franco in this area. Knowing that there were bears in the nearby woods, he began to coax.

    Now Pedro had to go if he didn''t want to, so he stole a jar of honey from Ruth''s collection.

    "Uncle Pedro, how dare you brag about such a big thing?" Chechen was completely surprised by Pedro''s bold spirit and almost dropped his chin.

    "It''s not as terrible as you think. These bears love honey. I just need to put honey on the trunk at the bear''s hole to lead the bear out. Then I''ll dig a trap nearby and lure the big stupid bear step by step. When it falls into the trap, it''s done."

    In order to reassure Cherchen, Pedro quickly said his plan.

    Hearing Pedro''s so-called plan, Chechen was unable to laugh or cry.

    "Uncle, does your plan work well? What if the bear doesn''t take the trap?"

    "No problem, that''s the way I killed the bear before," said Pedro, but his uncertain tone betrayed him.

    "Before?" Chechen raised his tone eight degrees.

    "All right, all right. That''s what I read from the book. All right." Pedro conceded.

    Chechen gave Pedro a hard look.

    "Uncle, we won''t gamble."

    "How can that be!" listen to Chechen to admit defeat, and Pedro won''t do it again.

    "Why not? Face is important or life is important." Chechen asked.

    "Your uncle has put his own and your money on it," Ruth interrupted. In addition to face and life, it also involves money.

    "Are you all pressed?"

    Pedro nodded pitifully.

    "Don''t pretend to be pathetic for me." Chechen scolded angrily.

    But everything happened. It''s no use scolding Pedro. Cherchen had to postpone his plan to go to the city to find father sparsokucktsky and solve the current matter first.

    "Your method is unreliable. Let me think of a way." Chechen said to Pedro.

    So Chechen bowed his head and thought hard, but how could the method be so good. For a while, Cherchen still had no clue.

    At this time, a gust of wind blew, and the branches blown by the wind hit Chechen''s face. When the wind is small, the branches recover and go back.

    "Yes!" a bold idea emerged in Chechen''s mind.