On the high platform, Yuwen Sheng sat down, his robes billowing. He clasped his hands together, his slightly narrowed smiling eyes falling on them: "Your time limit is up. Now it's time to show me the results of your hard work."
Below, the artisan group froze, then forced themselves to reply, "Yes."
Yuwen Sheng glanced at the items on the table and set the rules: "Why don't we vote?"
"vote?"
How do I submit my application?
The craftsmen asked somewhat nervously.
Yuwen Sheng glanced at Wang Zebang and stepped forward to explain: "You are all top craftsmen in Ye Kingdom, so it shouldn't be difficult for you to judge whether something is good or bad, worthwhile or even valuable enough. Therefore, I will leave the authority to you. Vote for whichever item is shown next that you are satisfied with. The one with the most votes will win."
Yuwen Sheng's gaze searched among the craftsmen, but after circling around, he found nothing.
Where is she?
After all that work, why isn't anyone here yet?
"Deal the cards."
Several soldiers carried a tray with finger-length wooden plaques, each engraved with the red character for "vote," which was used for voting later.
Each person received one piece, and a total of one hundred and seven pieces were distributed.
"How many people are in the artisan team?" Yuwen Sheng asked.
Someone stepped forward and answered, "A total of one hundred and six people."
"Oh~" Yuwen Sheng asked with a smile, "Then who is the extra person?"
Everyone turned around at once, as if parting streams, revealing the figure that had been hidden underwater.
Suddenly becoming the center of attention, Zheng Quchi glanced left and right, and when she met Yuwen Sheng's gaze, which seemed to have finally caught her, she felt her scalp tingle.
Seeing that no one could answer for her, she had to do it herself.
"It's the younger one, Aqing."
"Your name is Aqing. That's a simple and easy-to-remember name. You're so short and you were standing so far back. No wonder I didn't see you earlier."
Yuwen Sheng's words stunned everyone present.
Zheng Quchi was at a loss for words. It was common knowledge that she was short, so what did he mean by deliberately bringing it up? Was it to humiliate, mock, or did he mean nothing at all?
At this moment, Wei Yao understood his general's sinister thoughts. After receiving instructions, he suppressed a laugh and stepped forward, pretending to be serious, and said, "Hey, A Qing, you stand in front. If you're short, don't stand in the back, lest the general can't see you and think someone is missing."
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