Which village are you from?
"Shuichang".
"And you?"
“Yi Shang”.
"Could it be that you are Yi Shang Qing Gong?"
There are four levels of craftsmen in Daye: worker, craftsman, master, and master.
"Craftsman" is a term used to refer to any artisan with a special skill in a craft, while "young craftsman" is defined by his surname plus his artisan rank. Even if he is ranked at the lowest level, he is still different from ordinary artisans, which means that he knows at least three types of woodworking.
"How did you get..."
"Hey, it's not just me. All the craftsmen from Fuxian County, Longjing County, and the surrounding countryside have been arrested, or rather, conscripted by the county government."
"What happened?"
"Keep your voice down. I heard from my nephew that this camp isn't just for ordinary garrison troops; it's a living hell. Tell me, which county would dare to neglect it? They'd all be willing to gather all their craftsmen to contribute to save their own lives."
"My God, what is he doing in our small county town? And doesn't he only trust the military craftsmen he employs?"
"I heard that in the last battle, Mo Ye of Julu Kingdom used ingenious tools to launch a surprise attack on his army, and the military craftsmen suffered heavy losses."
The clattering of cart wheels on the country dirt road, along with the sounds of conversation, gradually faded into the deep, cold night.
The autumn wind is like silk, especially cold and bitter for those with a hard life.
Zheng Quchi had no padded jacket, and as he listened to them vividly describe the tyrannical and ruthless image of the "Living Yama," he shivered from the cold.
Damn, it was already cold enough, but listening to these horror stories along the way made it even colder.
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As dawn broke, braving the cold wind and dew of the fields, they finally reached Changxunpo.
Fuxian County is located in a hilly area with many mountains and little flat land. Changxunpo is nestled between several small mountains, where the Jade Belt Waterfall rushes down with unstoppable force, heading straight for the irrigation canal. It can be described as a basin with strong natural concealment.
His limbs were numb from being in the cold all night, so when Zheng Quchi got out of the car, he was as stiff as an old man in his seventies or eighties.
Of course, the others weren't much better off either.
After the soldiers responsible for transporting the craftsmen finished handing over the work to the guards at Changxunpo, they untied the ropes from the carts, mounted their horses, and returned home.
When they arrived at the east gate of the camp with trepidation, unguided, they were greeted by a bustling construction site. On the vast open space, hundreds of shirtless craftsmen were working hard, hammering and sawing, making clanging and creaking noises.
The village carpenter, who had never seen such a grand scene before, was deeply impressed by the orderly craftsmen in the town, and a sense of inferiority arose spontaneously.
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