Clearly, this was not a guess that the man with scabies could accept calmly.
He glared at her, his voice filled with anger: "There's no way he could open it. With the inferior craftsmanship of the Ye Kingdom, how could they possibly unravel Master Chen's mechanism box?"
It sounds like this Teacher Chen is pretty awesome.
His analysis was correct; the person who opened the box was not a craftsman from Ye, but a time traveler who had a mischievous urge to open it.
"I mean, in case."
Seeing that she insisted on an answer, the bald-headed man went along with her and imagined what she was saying, and then felt uneasy.
"If he really opens it, first of all, you and I will be monitored and assassinated if our mission fails. Moreover, for the Mo family, Nan Chen, and Xize, it will be an unpredictable upheaval."
The consequences he described were so severe that Zheng Quchi could not understand them for a moment.
She was like a butterfly that accidentally wandered into this time and space, and then stirred up a huge storm.
At the same time, she also put herself in a huge crisis.
What should she do?
Escape was impossible, because someone had been secretly watching her all along. If she dared to escape, she might end up like Qing Ge'er, dying silently.
But if they stay, they will become pawns in the power struggle between various parties.
Her unintentional action caused a dramatic change in the situation between the two sides, and the consequences are something she can no longer afford.
Zheng Quchi suddenly fell into a state of bewildered anxiety.
"What's wrong with you?" the bald-headed man asked, noticing her strange expression.
Zheng Quchi spoke after a long pause: "You will cooperate with me unconditionally, right?"
The bald-headed man paused for a moment, then said, "Since we're tied together, I'll naturally help you."
"Then tell me how to find the person who's watching us. I want to have a serious talk with him, otherwise if he misunderstands that I've betrayed him, wouldn't that ruin our mission?"
The bald-headed man exclaimed in surprise, "How did you know I could contact him...?"
She didn't know she was just bluffing.
"ASAP."
After saying that, she turned and left.
She had no other choice. She had already deviated from her original path, and choosing either side would be a betrayal. Instead, she could buy herself some time by trying to survive in the cracks.
She looked up at the sky.
It's all because of this damn time-traveling! She's afraid of perverts, but she still has to actively gravitate towards them.
——
Exhausted, Zheng Quchi returned to the camp and went to sleep in the barracks. There was a charcoal fire burning in the room, and the county had also provided each person with a quilt. The sleeping conditions were much better than those at the Sang family's house, but she tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.
Actually, many people can't sleep tonight.
At that moment, someone poked her waist with their finger.
Zheng Quchi initially intended to ignore it, but the other person, like a rascal, gently scratched him again, as if a primary school student insisted on whispering secrets.
She suppressed her anger and turned her head: "What is it?"
A head popped out from under the covers; it was a boy who had been sleeping next to her for a few days.
He asked her curiously, "How did you do that?"
"What?"
"How did you assemble those strange wooden artifacts that General Yuwen brought over?"
To keep quiet, she casually told him, "Can a six-foot pillar be stuffed into a five-foot hole?"
"no."
"The same principle applies to each piece of woodenware. They may seem like a jumbled mess, but like the human body and limbs, each piece is unique."
Her words were not profound, and the boy understood them.
“But there are limbs everywhere. I might be able to pick one up and know it’s not mine, but how can I know whose it is?”
"This cannot be taught."
"Why?"
"Because this is my unique memory method."
After saying that, she ignored the person behind her, wrapped herself tightly in the blanket, turned over and went to sleep. The boy stared at her back for a long time, and then turned around as well.
——
The next day, when the construction site was noisy again, the man with scraggly hair came in and yelled, "Are you still sleeping? Where's my wood? People on other hills have almost finished moving their timber, and you're still slacking off."
How many are there in other groups, and how many are there in hers?
"I'll move everything over to you before noon."
He smiled.
“Listen to this, everyone. She says she can move all the logs from halfway up the mountain back to our camp before noon. Do you believe her?”
In public, he had to distance himself from her, ideally to be irreconcilable enemies. This was a plan they had devised from the beginning, to prevent someone from being implicated if the truth came out.
He thought he could command the same support as before, but this time no one spoke up. The events of yesterday were still fresh in their minds. Although they didn't believe it either, they didn't join the bald-headed man in mocking and ridiculing him.
"Let me help you."
The boy sleeping next to Zheng Quchi said.
Zheng Quchi stretched.
"No need, I can handle it myself."
The boy, having been rejected, remained silent.
Zheng Quchi arrived at the riverbank. The logs she had pulled from the river were mostly dry, so she dismantled the rattan nets from the river.
If she were to move them one by one by brute force, it would take more than a hundred trips back and forth, which she didn't have that much time or strength for.
She could only rely on the power of science. She ran down the hillside and pushed the two-wheeled carts up. Two carts were needed, and she used traction and the existing slope to transport the timber.
This method requires precise calculation of the forces and friction. When the slope remains constant and the thrust and force are equal, it can balance the forward movement or stop at any time.
This kind of extreme operation requires strength, ideas, and calculations; it's estimated that no one else can replicate it.
After making about ten trips back and forth, she successfully delivered more than a hundred logs to the camp gate at noon.
When everyone saw the mountain of logs, they could hardly believe it.
"How did she do that?"
A crowd gathered in front of the camp gate, all marveling at the sight.
Wei Yao, who had been monitoring the camp, witnessed the entire process and thought the dark-skinned boy was a genius.
Using river transport to carry timber, with two vehicles pulling and dragging it along the slope at a steady speed, what else couldn't she have thought of?
He was excited and immediately shared the news with Yuwen Sheng, who was on the canal several miles away.
After taking the letter, he raised his arm and let the black eagle soar away.
"Zebang".
"General."
After reading the letter, he gently stroked a corner of the paper with his fingertips, a strand of his hair brushing against his bright red lips and teeth in the wind: "Tell me, whose family lost such a treasure, and now it's in my hands?"
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