After listening to what Qiu said, Zheng Quchi remained silent for a long time.
Her mind was filled with images of the 108 heroes of Liangshan who were forced into rebellion. The word "forbearance" carries a hidden danger; pushing someone too far can lead to disaster, especially for honest people.
She looked up, forcing a smile that twisted into a grimace: "It seems that for the sake of my life, I have no choice but to sacrifice those two insignificant people."
...If you don't want to laugh, then don't. In this pitch black, it looks a bit like a vengeful spirit seeking revenge.
Qiu Jian knew she was upset after hearing this, but he was bad with words and couldn't think of a good way to smooth out the wrinkles in her heart.
Qiu pursed his lips and made his most sincere promise: "Chizi, as long as you haven't done anything to betray the Mo family, I will always protect you."
The word "still" in his words had a somewhat prescient meaning, but Zheng Quchi didn't pay much attention to these details.
Zheng Quchi wanted to say that these two little guys, the lowest-ranking members of the Mo family, who could protect whom?
She didn't believe it in her heart, but her face didn't show anything unusual. She just said perfunctorily, "Don't worry, I don't want to be hunted down by the Mo family, so I won't do anything reckless."
Qiu could tell that Zheng Quchi did not have a good impression of the Mohists, and even felt quite resistant to them.
Consequently, every time I see him, I subconsciously show impatience and rejection.
Qiu was somewhat hurt. He wanted to say that the Mo family was the Mo family, and he was himself.
In the end, he didn't have the courage to defend himself and just muttered, "I'll take you home first."
Speaking of this, Zheng Quchi suddenly remembered: "Why are you here? Did you sneak into Wei Yao's side?"
Qiu shook his head: "No, Wei Yao is both cautious and shrewd. He has thoroughly investigated almost everyone who can stay by his side. Ordinary people simply cannot get close to him."
So the person Wei Yao sent to take her back wasn't Qiu.
"Then, what about that soldier? Did you kill him?"
Upon hearing this, Qiu stared at her with some displeasure: "I never kill people casually except for missions."
Upon hearing this, Zheng Quchi finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Seeing that Qiu was somewhat angry because of her misunderstanding, she suddenly realized that Qiu was not beyond redemption.
So she tried to discuss it with him: "Qiu, if Yuan Sui and Yin Xiao don't have the ability to repair the city wall, do we still have to kill them?"
Qiu told her bluntly, "Whether we can kill or not is not up to us to decide."
Zheng Quchi finally understood.
Yes, the mastermind behind this is a man called "Master Qu". He wants these henchmen to destroy the city wall at all costs. She doesn't know what he's after. Is it for personal revenge or for the interests between countries?
"Which country does the Mohist school ultimately serve?" she asked.
Qiu said definitively, "The Mohists do not belong to any country, but their disciples come from all countries."
This statement is quite interesting, and it also prompted Zheng Quchi to reflect on another aspect of his thought.
If the Mohists truly did not get involved in the conflicts between states, then why would they relentlessly pursue this trivial matter concerning the State of Ye? As far as she knew, every organization had an organizational goal and then worked to achieve that goal.
Although she didn't know the Mohists' ultimate goal, she could guess that it was definitely different from the "Mohists" in her world, who advocated peace, non-aggression, and universal love.
Just by looking at each of their orders, you can tell that they are all driven by some kind of interest or conspiracy.
Qiu rode his horse and escorted Zheng Quchi back to Guixu Ridge, then mysteriously disappeared again.
But before leaving this time, he told her that once he had fabricated a new identity, he could openly stay by her side the next time they met.
Zheng Quchi said that she wasn't really looking forward to it.
Qiu brought her a crossbow pod that was too big to carry back to the shantytown, so she took the wrapped crossbow into the mountains and buried it in a distinctive mound.
By the time we finished all that, it was already slightly dawn.
Upon seeing this, she let out a long sigh.
She was so busy that she was like a spinning top being whipped into the air, without even a chance to close her eyes and rest before joining the craftsmen's team and starting a new round of trench digging.
She was in charge of digging, and seeing that the people around her were all old craftsmen, she had an idea and asked them, "Brother, do you know where I can find gypsum?"
Some people may not have heard of the name Han Shui Shi, while others may happen to recognize it.
"Oh, this thing? I think it's sold in the market, but not many people use it. Pharmacies do buy it occasionally though."
Upon hearing this, Zheng Quchi exclaimed, "That's right, that's it! Besides being an industrial raw material, gypsum is also a traditional Chinese medicine for reducing inflammation and calming the nerves."
Her eyes lit up, and she asked a crucial question: "Is it expensive?"
"Raw stones aren't expensive, but there are goods available but no sellers, and the stock is small."
She was just missing this ingredient, and since it was available for sale, she would look for it during her time off. If all went well, she would be able to make a simple version of cement in just a few days.
At noon, it was time for the group to take a break and have lunch.
Unlike other construction projects, the laborers were only provided with one meal a day. Throughout history, countless craftsmen have died from either overwork or starvation due to excessive labor and frequent hunger.
But in Fuxian County, it's better; there are two meals a day, and you're full.
Zheng Quchi went to the food stall at the quarry and got two mixed vegetable steamed buns. Then, like the other craftsmen, he squatted down and ate them.
When you go out to work, this is the kind of condition you get: no tables or chairs, just a primitive and rough environment.
She wasn't picky at all; she didn't care whether the food was good or not, as long as she could eat her fill. This was a habit she developed when she worked on projects in remote areas.
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