Everything had stabilized.
Kant patrolled the village. Although it was still small, it had a prosperous atmosphere.
His eyes swept across the southwest corner. Ten three-meter-tall kilns made of stone and mud rose in spirals. However, this green smoke was not obvious because it was only a dozen meters above the mountain peak, it dissipated in the gentle mountain breeze that appeared in the Senwaya range all the time and could no longer be seen clearly.
This was the only building that produced goods in Aaron's Village at the moment.
Charcoal kiln.
It was dedicated to the Oasis Lookout's salt-making workshop.
At the same time, it provided Drondheim's family with supplies for heating at night.
Now, 30 Rhodoks peasant farmers were in charge of it. After all, besides transporting the charcoal to Drondheim, Aaron, where he was, also had a lot of demand for it.