Liu Chengyu gritted his teeth, maintained his last shred of composure, cupped his hands in farewell, and then turned and left.

Watching the other party's indignant departure, Ye Moxun clicked his tongue, then chuckled. He was still too young; he lacked even this much patience. Although the other party was royalty, the Great Jin Dynasty had long since declined.

The wise king's current situation is not optimistic. If he wants to get help from capable people, he should naturally lower his stance and ask three or four times. He just had a cold face, and the other party couldn't stand it and left in a huff. He really has a bad temper.

We were once like princes, and in the prosperous capital of later generations, he could walk sideways. Who would dare to give him a hard time?

Trying to put on airs in front of him? No way.

Ye Moxun's mind raced, his face full of arrogance. He was unwilling to be pressured by anyone using their status, no one could, not even if Liu Chengyu ascended the throne in the future.

No one knows what kind of superiority Ye Moxun, the former young master of a wealthy family, possessed, looking down on everything. What does imperial power and wealth matter? What hasn't he ever had?

Okay, after a car accident, he was reborn, and everything was reshuffled. He was no longer the lawless and unruly young master of Kyoto, the little tyrant of the rich family.

It's all tears when I talk about it.

In short, the reason Ye Moxun came to see Song Tantan early in the morning was because he had been stimulated and felt that the things he had worked so hard to develop could not be wasted, so he quickly took them to sell for money.

“At this time, who isn’t poor? Who are you going to sell to? How much are you going to sell it for? Will anyone want it?” Song Tantan thought it wasn’t the right time and that he should wait at least a year or two.

“Sell them to the government to raise and reinforce the city walls. If all else fails, they can be used to pave roads. They’re very useful.” Ye Moxun seemed to have already figured out how to sell them.

He was in charge of the entire Xifeng Group, and if he said he wanted to buy it, who would dare to object?

Furthermore, it is indeed necessary to rebuild the city walls of Xifeng. Using cement would double the defensive effect. The city walls of Xiangyang are only five meters high, and the enemy is very strong and easy to breach. Then we will build walls that are ten or twenty meters high, making it difficult for others to attack the city. The city towers are too high and the ladders are too short to climb.

However, without steel reinforcement, it's unclear whether it's possible to build that tall. Would we have to create steel reinforcement? That would be very difficult and too labor-intensive.

“It’s possible. We don’t have steel bars, but we have cement. We can use bamboo and wood instead of steel bars. You grew up in the countryside, so you should know how sturdy swallows’ nests are. They can be built so sturdily using dry grass and mud. Let alone cement and bricks.” Ye Moxun was already conceiving how to use cement to build a magnificent and tall city wall.

“You’re right. If the ancients could use their wisdom to build high walls, there’s no reason why we can’t do it with cement,” Song Tantan stroked his chin and squinted his eyes. “Do you think we should move the limestone mine out as well?”

Ye Moxun gave her a look that said, "Don't give me any bad ideas." "Of course not. How are you going to explain this to the villagers? Where are they going to find limestone when they want to make cement?"

"So, the cement can't be moved out either? Put it in the space? So many people followed us this time, but we didn't see any of us carrying cement. Then when we got there, we took the cement out. How do you explain that?" They were only thinking about the city wall, but forgot how to reasonably conjure things up.

Ye Moxun pinched the bridge of his nose. "Does this mean we need to go and survey the geology and look for minerals first?"

"It's still possible. Otherwise, relying solely on the people in our village, we wouldn't be able to produce that much cement. Our small stone quarry wouldn't be enough to go around."

That was something she forcibly moved out of the space. Although she moved a corner of the mountain, it wasn't much. Otherwise, why could it only be used as a small factory and then abandoned because it wasn't worth mining?

"There's no rush to make cement. We'll take it one step at a time. Papermaking is an option, though. We have a lot of paper stored at the paper mill. We'll bring it all with us," Ye Moxun said.

In the evening, he convened a meeting of the entire village to inform everyone about the sale of goods and the matter of taking people out.

Lin Fuhai shouted at the top of his lungs, "...That's all there is to it. Whoever has a lot of goods to sell, bring them over. We'll settle the accounts with you after we sell them."

Also, if any family members are of marriageable age but still can't find a partner, they can come down the mountain with Young Master Zhong and Miss Song. Once they find a wife/husband, they can come back. Well, those who want to get married, open your eyes wide and see carefully! If it's a good family, then arrange the marriage.

Explain the situation in our village to them. Once you're married, you'll definitely have to visit your wife's family home sometime.

"Village chief, can we older folks move out and settle down? We don't want to be separated from our daughters. How can we feel at ease marrying our daughters so far away?" Families with daughters were thinking about leaving Songlin Village.

Didn't the village chief just say that Young Master Zhong and Miss Song killed Duke? Xifeng is safe now, and no one is attacking it, so some people are thinking of leaving.

Of course, most people are still unwilling to leave. They are old and feel very comfortable living in Songlin Village. They have enough grain and meat, and they are more at ease than when they were in their hometown. Every grain they grow is their own, they don't have to pay taxes, and they are not bullied by anyone.

Lin Fuhai lifted his eyelids and glanced at the person who spoke. He had already guessed that someone would have such thoughts, so he was not surprised. "It's not possible now. Young Master Zhong and Miss Song are already exhausted enough protecting the children. Why would you want someone to protect you old bones?"

"We'll talk about it later. Don't complain. To tell you the truth, things won't be as free in Fengcheng as they are in Songlin Village. Every family has to provide one laborer to build the wall. There might even be conscription and various taxes later. Think it through carefully, or don't blame me for not warning you."

"Isn't everything settled now? Why do we still need to build walls and conscript soldiers?" Some people didn't believe it and thought the village chief was lying.

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