This guy and T made a single mistake.

That was truly astonishing.

The answer to this mystery was probably known only to logic.

After all, while Xiaopan had only two stars in bravery, his endurance and spirit had reached three stars with a maximum potential of four stars.

Coupled with his meticulous personality, his chances of making errors were likely the lowest among them.

Next, they lined up and were instructed to run 10 laps along the shore of Ming Jing Lake.

If you don't want your arms to ache so much that you can't lift them tomorrow, then move more while running.

The subsequent training would be supervised by Xiao Pan and Lu Yong.

As a tribal leader, Logic was also a busy man.

He didn't he plan to keep watching over the training.

He just wanted these guys to experience some hardship and learn a lesson.

There were still many important tasks waiting for him as the leader, such as the defensive structures around the Ming Jing tribe, which were crucial for the tribe safety in this era.

Cutting what could only be done with stone axes, which was quite difficult.

To be safe, Logic decided to draw a design plan first.

He didn't he realize at the time, but as he started drawing, he encountered some issues.

According to his original idea, he thought he could just drive a circle of wooden stakes around the tribal camp.

However, the key was the entrance as a defensive structure against enemy invasion.

The entrance couldn't te just be left open.

Otherwise, enemies could rush in.

But if it were blocked, how would they get out? Faced with this problem, there was a simple solution.

Build a large door.

However, could such a thing really be made with the technology of this ancient era? Logic couldn't te help but support his forehead with one hand.

No, this was giving him a headache.

It was astonishing.

In his previous world, doors were everywhere.

But when it came to needing to make one himself, it turned out to be such a headache.

This was not just about finding a rectangular wooden board to attach.

The key point was needing bearings to ensure the door could open and close.

However, even if Logic could draw what the bearings looked like, the technology of this era would never be able to produce such smooth, uniformly sized bearings.

After scrapping several design drafts, Logic found himself inexplicably admiring the ancient person who first invented the door.

However, he wasn't he someone who easily fell into despair.

After turning his brain a few times, he suddenly remembered the kind of gate that could be pulled up and down, the type that required several people to pull on ropes.

If he made such a design, the bearing issue could be avoided.

However, considering the weight of the gate, he felt he would need several pulley systems.

Fortunately, the craftsmanship for pulley systems didn't te require the same level of precision as bearings.

With some effort, they should be able to be made.

Quickly grabbing a piece of animal skin, he sketched out the details for making the pulley system.

And after taking a deep breath, logic couldn't te help, but feel a sense of relief.

Thank goodness his middle school physics grades were decent.

Back in school, he had spent every day thinking about reading novels and playing games, fantasizing about crossing into another world to become a lord.

Now that he was actually a lord, he was back to thinking about studying every day.

What else worse, he clearly realized the harsh reality in this era.

If you don't study hard, even if you cross over, you're still a useless person.

Do you think that is frustrating for those protagonists in novels who could casually create firearms, artillery, and armored ships after crossing over while also being knowledgeable about astronomy and geography? Logic now just wanted to give them the middle finger as a sign of respect.

With the same 9-year compulsory education, what on earth did I have to do before crossing over to be that excellent? Taking into account various issues, the design for this gate took Logic almost an entire afternoon to complete.

He even considered the strength of the vine he would use to replace the rope.

With two vines, even with the pulley system, he felt it would be hard to support the weight of the gate.

Therefore, to be safe, he planned to braid three vines together for each of the two ropes used to pull the gate, ensuring safety.

After finishing a last stroke and carefully reviewing all the design draft from beginning to end, Logic smiled confidently.

It was done.

Stretching out after sitting for an entire afternoon, he stepped out the tent and saw Xiao Pan standing outside looking conflicted.

What is the matter? Facing logic's question after hesitating for a few seconds slowly spoke leader I'm a bit worried it seems everyone is a little dissatisfied with Zhao Yu after this morning s incident hearing this logic s mouth curved slightly he was very pleased with Zia's perspective on the bigger picture as he clearly considered the harmony of the whole group at the same time logic had a rough idea of what was going on and understood why he had added the rule of one person makes a mistake Everyone is punished.

After all, this rule was unfair to those who hadn't team made mistakes.

Is it for unity? Xiaoan s tone carried a hint of uncertainty as expected of someone with four stars in both intelligence and leadership.

Looking at Xiaoan, a flicker of surprise crossed logic sis.

Then speaking slowly, he said, "You're only partially correct.

To be precise, it's for discipline and unity.

Under this premise, those who don't want to be punished will supervise each other, reinforcing discipline and making it less likely for anyone to make mistakes.

However, conversely, everyone in this world will make mistakes.

No one can guarantee they want tea.

During this process of making mistakes, I hope each of you can learn to understand and tolerate each other, advance and retreat together, and realize that you are a whole.

Chapter 32, development plan during dinner.

The appetite of Luo Yong and the others, who had trained all day, had noticeably increased.

This was within Lu Gi's expectations and was also one of the main reasons why he had not conducted large-scale military drills, opting instead for a select few elite members.

Thanks to the fish resources from Mingjing Lake, the members of the Ming Jing tribe had temporarily bid farewell to the situation of having no food.

However, this did not mean they had enough food to support a warrior unit that required highintensity training every day unless they found a high yield staple food.

As a modern person, Lu G was acutely aware that he needed high yield staple foods like flour and rice.

Why did the tribes in this era always face food shortages? Because their primary food source was hunting and they had no experience or awareness of cultivating grains.

But Lu G did.

So he had already instructed the reconnaissance and hunting teams to pay attention to fruits and vegetables during their missions.

As for whether they could find any.

That was up to Luck.

However, Lu G was not someone who would just wait for luck to come before Luck arrived.

He would do his utmost to prepare everything he could.

He had already organized a more detailed development plan in his mind and had also found a piece of animal hide to outline the area surrounding the Ming Jing tribe.

Determining where to set aside land for barracks and where to leave for planting crops, he intended to plan everything in advance.

The next morning, holding the planning map he had drawn, he called two assistants with an intelligence cap of three stars and set off.

Considering various issues, the area intended for planting crops certainly couldn't be too far from the tribe and water sources.

This area would do.

After confirming the perimeter, Lu G finally found a relatively suitable area.

He then waved to one of his small assistants behind him, intending to find a time for the logging team to prioritize clearing this area.

And he instructed the fishing team responsible for digging bait to come over.

Turning the soil of this land while digging bait.

Oh, and from now on, everyone's waste would be concentrated on this land.

Regarding knowledge of crop cultivation, Luog was clearly an outsider, but he did know from his childhood that the vegetables his grandfather grew in the fields were watered with manure.

His current approach in agricultural terminology was called manure accumulation.

The members of the Ming Jing tribe had gradually become accustomed to some strange orders from their wise leader, such as when he had recently expended considerable effort to give each tent a wooden basin called a spatoon specifically for their excrement.

Such matters were clearly incomprehensible to people living in this era and seemed unnecessary.

But since Lu G had said so, they followed suit.

It turned out that after distributing those wooden basins, the tribe indeed became much cleaner and Luog no longer encountered annoying issues while walking.

After explaining the farming matters to that small assistant, the next steps were left to him to convey as Lu G really didn't have the time to do everything himself.

With another small assistant, Lu G took a branch and walked to the outskirts of the trib's camp, intending to outline the range of defensive works.

There was already a considerable pile of timber, so it was time to start working on it.

Just as he finished these two tasks, it was nearing noon.

Lu G stretched, then poured himself a bowl of hot water, sipping it slowly while continuing to think about his development plan.

He surprisingly found himself enjoying these days.

Or rather, he was savoring the sense of achievement from gradually expanding his tribe.

However, just as he was about to select the construction team for the defensive works, the long- awaited system notification rang in his mind.

System notification.

Congratulations.