"This is just my guess. Otherwise, how do you explain our experience of spinning around in circles that night? Could there really be ghosts in this world?" The more Wufeng thought about it, the more suspicious he felt.

But reason told him that what happened that night was definitely man-made.

In response to Wu Feng's question, Qin Su remained silent for a moment, then couldn't help but chuckle, "This matter is not urgent. We will be staying here for a long time, so there's no need to worry about not having an opportunity."

Whether it's man-made or a real ghost, once you encounter it, you'll understand.

Hearing his master's instructions, Wufeng nodded, "It was your subordinate who was anxious."

Mo Lan was completely unaware of Qin Su's speculations. These past few days, she had been staying with Tie Niu, checking the iron content of the ore.

It must be said that Tie Niu's smelting skills were indeed superb, quite advanced for that backward era. However, it was all because he met Mo Lan. During his operations, Mo Lan would always offer suggestions from time to time, which Tie Niu always benefited greatly from, his eyes shining with insight.

Therefore, during the smelting process, the iron ox's craftsmanship became more and more refined, and its purity also increased.

Such intense labor resulted in a huge consumption of food. To address this, Mo Lan dispatched Han Shuang to transport food and also organized a hunting team to hunt and provide warmth for everyone.

With good food, everyone was highly motivated, and the whole team was working enthusiastically.

Mo Lan stayed here, lending a hand wherever needed, and her days were very busy. As for Qin Su and his group next door, she had long forgotten about them.

It wasn't until Cui Sheng rushed over to report that his men had a conflict with Qin Su's group in the stream, and that the two sides were in a standoff and could start fighting at any moment, that he dared not make a decision on his own because he was afraid he would lose control and affect Mo Lan's arrangements.

Seeing Cui Sheng's ashamed expression, Mo Lan waved her hand and said, "Explain the details clearly."

"Boss, both sides have always regarded the stream as the boundary line, and neither side has crossed it. However, it is also the water source for both sides, so they inevitably come into contact with each other. Today, the brothers came back from hunting early and ran into each other. Neither side was willing to give way. The brothers felt that the people on the east side were arrogant and looked down on us, so they were holding their breath and ended up in a stalemate."

Speaking of this, Cui Sheng was also furious. "The people on the east side think they are of legitimate birth, and they keep saying that we are from unorthodox backgrounds. After hearing it so many times, the brothers naturally became dissatisfied."

Judging from Cui Sheng's words, the matter wasn't serious. They were all young and strong teenagers, so it was understandable that they were a bit hot-tempered.

As for arrogance, Mo Lan recalled Jing Lei, who was beside Qin Su, and he was indeed a bit haughty.

Although it was just a verbal dispute, if too many people got involved, it would be bad if a fight broke out, which would be detrimental to the later work.

"Let's go and take a look. Remember, underestimating the enemy is a cardinal sin in warfare. Let them be. As long as we brothers are neither arrogant nor humble, bold yet careful, we won't cause trouble, but we're not afraid of trouble either."

"Don't worry, boss, we brothers all understand."

From afar, Mo Lan could see a group of people locked in a stalemate on either side of the stream, neither willing to give way, angrily shouting at each other.

"Stop arguing, the boss is here."

Following Cui Sheng's reminder, the people on their side immediately made way for them.

At the same time, Qin Su also came over, accompanied by Ting Yu.

Mo Lan raised an eyebrow and glanced at him, then looked at the cross-eyed teenagers, raised her hand and pinched the bridge of her nose, thinking, "A bunch of unlucky kids."