"My cousin who works in the city said he saw most of the stones being pulled out of the city," a worker said mysteriously.
The leading worker immediately shouted: "Nonsense!"
"There's clearly a new quarry in the East District. I saw it with my own eyes..."
He suddenly fell silent and looked around in panic: "Forget it, all you need to know is that these stones have been transported to many places."
In the crowd, an old craftsman with wrinkles on his face silently strung the copper coins he had just received, and then suddenly said: "Many years ago, when the Grand Canal was being built, I also moved stones."
There was a gleam in his cloudy eyes: "Back then, the supervisors would whip people, a hundred times more severely than now, but the wages were only one-third."
As he spoke, he suddenly knelt down in the direction of the palace, with his forehead touching the ground: "You must be grateful and always be thankful for the good life we have now."
"Stop talking about this useless stuff."
"May His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh live forever and in peace."
This action seemed to be contagious, and the workers knelt down one after another after receiving their wages.
No one organized it, and no one spoke. They just performed the ceremony quietly.
Their rough palms were pressed against the hot sand, their dark faces were covered with sweat and dust, but they all had similar pious expressions.
The talkative person was the last one to kneel down.
This time he didn't say anything, but just imitated the old craftsman and solemnly placed a copper coin he received today on the ground in front of him.
This was the most precious sacrifice he could think of.
On the other side, in the palace of Holy Egypt.
Several ministers were tied up and escorted to Lin Ke.
Kamul stepped forward and bowed to report: "Your Majesty the Holy Pharaoh, I have captured the person."
Lin Ke just sat on the throne, looking down coldly.
"You guys are so brave."
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