The two of them talked back and forth, saying that there were far more difficulties than solutions. It wasn't that they were incapable, but rather that Yuwen Sheng's orders were urgent and there was no time for them to proceed slowly.
Master Li stood up, straightened his clothes, and said, “Quarrying requires a lot of manpower and the round trip transportation is also time-consuming. Why not use the materials here, use the stone as the foundation, and then use the famous loess of Fuxian County mixed with sand and gravel to build the walls, which can be formed quickly.”
"However, the stone foundation is unstable and often collapses."
"Purchasing a large quantity of glutinous rice to make a paste, which is then mixed with lime, can be used to bind bricks and stones, thus solving this problem."
Upon hearing this, they felt as if they had found a treasure, and their minds were immediately opened, receiving profound guidance.
"Thank you for your guidance, Professor Li!"
In the stillness of the night, after Yuan Sui and Yin Xiao left, thanking him profusely, the silent, burly man behind "Master Li" lowered his head: "Master, why did you help them?"
Teaching them is tantamount to indirectly helping Yuwen Sheng, isn't it?
"Master Li" stepped into the room, his eyelashes slightly lowered. As the warmth from the burning charcoal fire gradually dissipated the chill around him, his lips changed from pale purple to light blue: "Help? You only know one side of the story, not the other."
The big man was not a complete novice; he said, "This method can indeed make the city walls strong."
Originally, Yin Xiao was rated as a master craftsman, so his skills and abilities were genuine, and he could naturally distinguish between what his master said and what was false.
He understands "firstly," but what is "secondly"?
"The method is good, but do you think it can be done so easily?" He glanced over with his willow-leaf eyes, which were mysterious and enigmatic.
There are solutions to many problems in this world, but some solutions may work, but they may not work for everyone, and may even backfire.
To put it simply, if a robber comes, you can kill him to solve the problem, but the strong should use this method appropriately, while the weak should use it with caution.
The big man seemed to understand. He walked to the charcoal stove that was emitting ash and smoke, poked at it, and added a few more pieces of charcoal.
Then he turned around, knelt down in remorse, and banged his head heavily on the ground.
“Master, Saw did not find the Second Miss in the camp. Instead, he almost caused your death because of his delayed return. Please punish him severely.”
The person using the alias "Master Li" was none other than Gongshu Jiruo. He changed his face, borrowed an identity, and returned to Fuxian County. His plans were always meticulous, but the only unexpected mistake was this accident.
He touched the wound on his forehead, which still stung: "It's nothing, it was my order for you to do it anyway."
Saw raised his face: "I heard that someone risked their life to save Master when the rocks collapsed?"
"Yes, someone did dig me out from under the rubble." Gongshu Jiruo took off his fox fur coat and placed it beside the bed.
Saw lowered his eyes: "Who is it? Does Saw recognize you?"
Gongshu Jiruo stood up, his fingers unconsciously stroking the side of his waist, where the "Yanlin" sign that should have been hanging was now empty.
He unexpectedly recalled that face that he remembered so vividly.
He had dark skin, messy hair, and was small in stature, with a small head, small face, and small hands, but he looked very energetic, as dazzling as a firework, full of vitality.
"They are not one of our people, and I don't know them at all."
The saw paused.
Would a stranger do that?
"Then why..."
Gongshu Jiruo raised his eyes, pressed his hand against the dark wall, and the candle behind the gauze curtain was extinguished by the silk screen: "There is no need to investigate his affairs further... However, we will be able to see him again soon."
Gongshu then rested peacefully.
The saw stood obediently against the wall, its eyes looking down at its nose, nose at its mouth, and mouth at its heart, like a silent sculpture remaining in the shadows to guard its god.
——
The second snowfall since the beginning of winter fell silently at dawn.
Far to the west of Fuxian County, in the mountain valley, a troop of people, their heads covered and cloaks draped, rode past like a whirlwind, and finally found their master among the desolate rocks.
Before they could even rein in their horses, they leaped up and raced after them.
"Sima!"
The man, who had been seriously injured and exhausted from being chased, slowly opened his eyes upon hearing the familiar shouts.
A sinister aura lingered between his brows, and his dark eyes silently swept over them.
Then, without warning, he burst into wild laughter, leaving everyone who came to greet him dumbfounded.
"Hahaha... Yuwen Sheng! If I don't die, you and the Ye Kingdom behind you will never have a peaceful day again!"
The man who came to meet them pulled off his hood, his face full of anger and hatred: "After receiving Sima's message, we immediately sent someone to deliver the message to the nomadic barbarians. Now Yuwen Sheng is probably overwhelmed with troubles and has no intention of continuing to pursue Sima. Otherwise, we might not have been able to break through his defenses and come to meet Sima."
"Fortunately, Ye Kingdom... only has one Yuwen Sheng." The other subordinates felt a pang of sympathy.
They brought clothes for Mo Ye, who was almost naked, to wear, and then draped him in a white bear cloak. He turned to look in the direction of Fu County, his eyes filled with arrogance and ruthless revenge.
“Wait.” He raised one eyebrow, each word like a curse, and said in a sinister tone, “I will be back soon.”
——
At dawn, the county sent a construction official to deliver more than a dozen "earth-moving machines" to Guixu Ridge.
When the stonemasons who had gathered around first saw the "earth-lifting tool," they were all amazed and curious, discussing its uses and functions.
Only Zheng Quchi was surprised to see the machines he had previously manufactured being mass-produced, and at the same time, he felt a mixture of amusement and helplessness.
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