"My earth-moving tool is quite different from those of other countries. Would you be so kind as to allow me to make it?"
Upon hearing this, the foreman pressed the blueprints in his hand to his chest as if they were precious treasures.
"Are you... are you sure you can do it? Maybe I should find some experienced carpenters. I know you're a talented and quick-witted person, but this project can't be delayed any longer. There are less than ten days left."
In short, people thought she was too inexperienced and her cooking skills were too poor.
But she was quick-witted, so he phrased his refusal in a slightly more tactful way.
Knowing what these people were thinking, Zheng Quchi said directly, "The old carpenter can't understand my drawings."
Since she chose to do it herself, she couldn't possibly draw a simplified version anymore; the technical terms and dimensioning on it were all incomprehensible to her alone.
The foreman didn't believe in superstitions, so he brought in foreman Lei, young foreman, and foreman supervisor to corroborate the story.
After they circulated the book around, they were all completely bewildered.
What is that circle with the line wrapped around it, and what is a fixed pulley?
The young worker said with shame, "I...I also..."
Lei Gong's eyes practically glued to them: "Wonderful, exquisite, and brilliant!"
I just don't understand what it is.
The foreman frowned, angrily returned the blueprints, and said with dissatisfaction, "Stop messing around. Just let the carpenter who drew these blueprints do the work. Why are you mocking and making fun of us?"
Upon hearing this, the foreman did not explain, but looked helplessly at Zheng Quchi, who was in the corner as a mural, and compromised, "Yes, we should have let her do it from the beginning, and now she has a lot of complaints."
Zheng Quchi was not surprised at all. She bowed and said, "Thank you for your trust, Chief Engineer. I'll get back to work now."
After she left, Lei, the young worker, and the foreman, who seemed to have just realized what was happening, exclaimed in surprise: "She drew these blueprints? What are they? What's the purpose?"
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Zheng Quchi immediately went to select wood.
After much deliberation, she chose rosewood, because it is hard, sturdy, and not easily deformed.
"Crack! Sizzle!"
Once you have the right wood, the next step is naturally to cut it.
She was strong and sawed wood effortlessly. Once she had sawed the wood to the appropriate length, she would use a carpenter's ruler to draw precise lines. After she sawed off the excess parts, she would skillfully begin planing the wood.
In her past life, there was an old carpenter across the street from her. She watched him show off his skills every day, creating exquisite wooden artifacts that were astounding. She became fascinated with him then.
Later, she sought out a mentor and continued her studies all the way to university, where she remained interested in civil engineering and also minored in mechanical engineering.
An old carpenter once said that to be a carpenter, one must have a craftsman's heart that strives for perfection, a commitment to and pursuit of excellence, and a heart that cherishes the ideal of benefiting the world forever.
She took it to heart, and from then on, she was meticulous and tireless in her professional work.
She also hoped that she could do what the old carpenter had hoped for.
Unfortunately, just as her lifelong ambitions were beginning to take shape, she was transported to this war-torn world.
In this world, her first work is about to be born, and it has rekindled her passion for craftsmanship.
It will be the first business card that Zheng Quchi presents to the world.
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Once Zheng Quchi gets serious about his work, he basically works day and night.
The foreman was worried that she would be too overworked on her own, so he called a few old carpenters to help her. This time, Zheng Quchi did not refuse because time was too tight and she needed to make the most of every minute.
When things get busy, they even eat with a bite of vegetable bun in their mouths, working hard while eating.
In her past life, she was tall, so she could go hungry sometimes and eat a lot, but not in this life.
She can't go without eating; she doesn't want to be this short for the rest of her life!
The planed wood chips, like snowflakes, covered her head and face, and she polished the rough pieces of wood until they were smooth.
People would stop beside her from time to time, attracted by her clean and efficient work, and curious about what the pile of wood next to her was for.
In two days, Zheng Quchi only rested for a total of three hours. With the help of several old carpenters, he finally completed the making of some parts.
She then spent nearly half a day using her superb skills to join the intricate pieces of wood together.
As the setting sun cast its slanting rays, she stood beside the newly assembled bulldozer, the two of them gleaming as if coated with a layer of gold dust.
She wiped the sweat from her face and touched the seal engraving on the wood: Ye State, Zheng Quchi made it.
She smiled.
Her dark face, with its smiling expression, shone like a simple gemstone, dazzling and radiant.
High above, Yuwen Sheng stood there, his black robe fluttering in the wind, his expression inscrutable beneath a divine mask.
Wei Yao and Wang Zebang accompanied him.
"General, she actually made it! And look, doesn't it look quite similar to that crane from Julu Kingdom, only not as big?" Wei Yao exclaimed in amazement.
Wang Zebang, however, seemed to have found evidence and angrily said, "She really is a craftswoman from Julu Kingdom, otherwise how could she make Julu Kingdom's machinery!"
Yuwen Sheng's eyes gleamed with a predatory and possessive light: "No matter which country she was from before, she can only stay in Ye Kingdom from now on and become my person, Yuwen Sheng's person."
Seeing that the general was going mad, Wang Zebang could only try to reason with him and present the facts: "General, this is definitely Mo Ye's conspiracy. He knows that our Ye Kingdom is eager for talent, so he deliberately released such a powerful bait to lure us. What if Sang Xuanqing and Mo Ye are working together from the inside..."
"Do you think this general is afraid of him?" Yuwen Sheng's red lips curved under his mask: "He uses bait to lure people in, so why shouldn't I play along?"
Upon hearing this, Wei Yao and Wang Zebang exchanged a glance. Could they really do something like this?
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