The reconstruction of the temple is in full swing.
Thanks to the supplies and food provided by Qin Shan last time, the fishermen and monks no longer need to spare manpower to fish or search for wild vegetables that the monks can eat...
Using clever devices to lift large stones with tree trunks is a trick that Song Chengjian is very familiar with.
Song Chengjian taught the fishermen how to calcine lime powder and fire bricks using oyster shells and seashells free of charge...
Without considering the consequences, they told others about their actions or let other merchants know about them.
Song Chenghou initially sold the ritual to Jiang Xinyu to offset the ransom he had borrowed...
I never expected this method to remain a secret forever; it's just that compared to mining, forging from limestone...
Less transportation and raw material costs.
As long as this method is done by humans, it is impossible to guarantee that it will remain secret indefinitely.
If the Chiang family were wise, they would have chosen to source materials locally and expand production at the nearest seaside location...
By controlling costs and lowering prices, companies can seize market share.
The fishermen didn't seem to have thought that much about it.
Their ancestors lived in thatched huts or small boats, not because they didn't want to live on land.
The cost of building the house is exorbitant; even the trees on the mountain cannot be cut down at will. The Limu Mountain is untouchable, and the mines are controlled by the miners and the Dong people...
Now, with a simpler method, they can also live in brick houses and don't have to face rebuilding every time a typhoon passes...
I couldn't be more grateful.
The monks were thin and frail; they were originally the main force in building the temple, but the Song family and fishermen, out of consideration, let them help tidy up the site...
In just one day, the site has already begun to take shape.
A considerable number of yellowish-brown bricks were produced.
The site of the collapsed temple has been completely cleared.
The reclining Buddha statue was hung up with fine wood, as arranged by Song Chengjian.
The fishermen built four walls around the perimeter.
Worried about the heavy dew at night, they cleared out the tent left by the Chiang family and used it to cover the head of the Buddha statue.
The next morning, the morning breeze blew the tent to one side, and the morning light shone obliquely onto the top of the Buddha statue...
Solemn and solemn.
The abbot and his disciples knelt down and began reciting the morning prayers.
Early risers and fisherwomen spontaneously knelt down and prayed devoutly.
Some of them may not have any faith, but they have experienced this in the past month...
They survived a once-in-decades typhoon, their families were abducted, but they emerged unscathed, all alive and well, and were even able to rebuild their homes...
If it's not divine protection, then what else could it be?
The beach was bustling again amidst the children's laughter and play.
Because of the strength of many people and Song Chengjian's good command, the main hall where the Buddha statue was located was completed on the second day.
People cheered and, in one go, restored the temple's side rooms, backyard, and other areas one by one.
When it got dark, everyone was exhausted and returned to their tents.
"That's great, we're finally going to have a home!"
Some fishermen sighed.
There was only soft snoring around me; most people were awake, their eyes slightly red and silently moist.
In the past, thatched huts and small boats were merely places to stay, never homes.
Now, there are places on land that provide shelter from the wind and rain, places where families can stay together, places that won't be blown away by typhoons...
If it's not home, then what is it?
Inside the Song family's tent, Wen Shishi, who had been running around all day, slept soundly, her head covered in sweat.
His snoring was even louder than his older brothers'.
"Absolutely amazing!"
The sixth child was woken up and couldn't help but complain, "How tired can someone so young be snoring so loudly?"
Song Chenghou smiled but did not answer.
The third brother was sleeping so soundly that he didn't even notice Wen Shishi soaking him.
I felt so sorry for my little sister these past few days; everyone has been so busy taking care of her, so I specially took her to play with the fishermen's children...
The original plan was to accompany one person, but with the addition of the young novice monks, it became necessary to accompany a large group.
Worried that they might bump into something or run into the water, I couldn't sit down for even a moment.
Old Liu, with his keen sense of smell, got up to check and, sure enough, found Wen Shishi's lower body completely soaked...
Without further complaint, I patiently lifted the person up, preparing to take them outside for a wash...
Hearing the noise, Song Chenghou rolled to the side to avoid getting his clothes stained with the urine from the third brother.
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