The two brothers Song Jun and Song Sizheng said that they were unlucky. They were assigned to build the city wall when they arrived and had no chance to farm. Liang Chuan finally realized the true meaning of this sentence.
The city bricks are all green bricks fired outside the city. One piece actually weighs nearly thirty kilograms. Thirty kilograms. Even the hollow bricks or red bricks used to build houses on construction sites only weigh a few kilograms each. This kind of city wall bricks are worth Than a boulder.
Or they were carved out of stones from the mountains. These stones were used in key parts to increase the strength of the city walls.
These bricks were carried up the ten-meter-high city wall on broken bamboo poles and built up one by one. Cement had not yet been developed. The adhesive for the wall bricks was burned with clam shells shipped from Yunmeng thousands of miles away and from the West Sea. The main component of clam shells is calcium carbonate. The mirage made by calcining this shell is ancient cement, which has a very good effect in strengthening buildings.
The prepared cement must be added with boiled glutinous rice paste. After mixing thoroughly, the city wall built with lime mortar cannot be shaken even if it is hit with a hammer. Liang Chuan has tried the hardness of the city wall. He has a thousand kilograms in his hand. He had a lot of strength, but in front of this thousand-meter-long city wall, the bricks were like a natural steel Great Wall. Once they were stuck, they couldn't be taken down. He strengthened the big hammer that opened the mountain and hammered it down. There were only sparks flying everywhere, but there was only one white mark on the city.
The weapon of the nomads is not a hammer, so it is naturally impossible to use a hammer to test the strength of the city wall. After the city wall is accepted, they will shoot with a strong bow within fifty steps, but if the arrow can penetrate into the bricks of the wall, then the entire city wall will be demolished and rebuilt.
The supervisor in charge was taken out to be beheaded, and the crime of military service was increased by one level, and the time of hard labor was increased and prolonged.
Why can the Great Wall of Northern Hulu stand for thousands of years? The Ming Dynasty City Wall at the foot of Purple Mountain is still standing in the blink of an eye for 700 years. Back then, Lao Zhu asked the supervising craftsmen to write the name of each brick, and as soon as there was a mistake, he would immediately As long as the head falls on the ground, who wants to make money and lose their head? Naturally, I tried my best to build the wall.
This was made with the hard work of countless people, and thousands of years have proven the extraordinary nature of these great feats.
The early spring in Saibei is the most difficult time of the year. Ordinary people don't rely on firewood or clothing. They all rely on themselves to have a good body. If they can carry it, they can carry it in the next year. If they can't carry it, they hope to find a good family in the next life.
Whenever in the evening, when the last ray of light falls in the desert, Liang Chuan always likes to sit quietly on the half-complete tall city wall, looking at the vastness and desolation of the world, looking at the setting sun like blood, and thinking back. At the same time, his sons also have Yi Niang, Yu Zhen and Zheng Ruoying, otherwise he is afraid that he will not be able to survive this daily purgatory.
The north wind blew against people's faces and hands like knives. Liang Chuan's hands, which he had been carrying wall bricks for a day, developed ten bloody blue blisters. When they were opened, new blood blisters appeared. The back of his hands and face were cut with countless bloody gashes by the north wind. His whole body was covered in stinky sweat and was wrapped in coarse linen clothes. His hair was caked with sweat. No beggar in Fengshan could be so miserable no matter how miserable he was.
Liang Chuan followed his two buddies Song Sizheng and Song Jun to report at Wuli in the afternoon. He didn't take a sip of food or water. He worked until he was numb. He was like a living dead, mechanically repeating the arduous physical work. He completely lost feeling on his shoulders and feet. When the moon was in the middle of the sky, the small school patrolling the city banged the clapper to give the coolies building the city wall a breather.
At this time, Dingchuan Village was a concentration camp for garbage and scum, and prisoners from all over the world gathered here.
If we can't let them fight, why can't we let them build the city wall? In line with the style of making the best use of everything, the imperial court tried its best to squeeze these prisoners. The prisoners worked hard and actively reformed their mentality in order to return home as soon as possible. They worked mechanically and numbly all day long, which was a bit like a zombie.
After everyone had exhausted their energy, they leaned against the wall like mud, unable to move. Some people even fell asleep deeply on the wall. The temperature was extremely low when it was dark, and the wind and dew in the north of the country were heavy. The body just cooled down and felt like a shower. A basin of ice water will prevent rheumatism, and it won't take two years for the body's problems to appear, and by then life will be worse than living like a medicine jar.
The resting tents were at the base of the city wall, with one tent supporting each one about a foot away, in a neat order. They were all dark inside, without any firelight.
Liang Chuan was arranged to sleep in a tent on the side. Knowing that Liang Chuan was new today, the primary school ordered Liang Chuan's name and shouted in the tent.
"Old beggar, here comes a new ally, and he will join your team from now on."
"What time is it? Let's talk tomorrow."
The principal turned to Liang Chuan and said: "You guys all keep an eye on each other. If one person is missing and the whole team is sitting together, I advise you not to run around. There are Western thieves outside. If you are caught by them, you will become a slave." Go in and sleep. Tomorrow morning the rooster will get up and lift the bricks."
This elementary school boy is not very old. He looks similar to the two brothers from the Song family. He talks in the same way. Liang Chuan is too tired to pay attention to him. He reaches out and lifts the curtain of the tent, which smells like sweat and urine. The stench of feet and the smell of stuffy fermentation in the tent hit my face.
The principal was indifferent, his expression remained unchanged, as if he didn't think anything was wrong. Liang Chuan smelled the smell. Fortunately, the piece of cake he ate today was completely digested. His stomach turned and he bent over and retched.
Is this where people live? The smell of a manure pit is purer than this!
"Can you change the location?"
"I love sleepy sleep, it will get colder outside in a while, there are many people freezing to death, don't leave the tent within ten feet, otherwise you will be stabbed, I told you in advance!"
This small school is telling the truth. In an environment surrounded by yellow sand, the specific heat capacity of sand is small, and the temperature drops even more at night. In desperation, Liang Chuan took a breath and squeezed into the tent. The breath was almost exhausted, so he opened his mouth to breathe. As soon as he smelled the smell in the tent, Liang Chuan's head buzzed as if it was exploding, and he immediately had to go outside the tent to breathe fresh air.
I went back and forth several times, because it was too much for my body to carry bricks during the day. The iron-clad person now has sore waist and knees, tendons, and numbness. His eyelids became heavier and heavier, and finally he fell asleep faintly.
In the dream, Liang Chuan returned to his original world. He was confused and didn't know which one was the dream. Thinking of his son, he had deep feelings for the world of Song Dynasty. Compared with the original world, this place felt more like home. It's just that my body seems to be filled with lead. I look at my relatives getting further and further away, and I want to chase them but I can't catch them.
Liang Chuan was woken up by someone, and the people surrounding him were all sloppy men with oily faces, looking at him as if he was new.
"Don't go to sleep, new guy. We'll start work soon after our names are called. What's your last name?"
Liang Chuan woke up and felt his body hurt even more. His back ached, shoulders hurt, and his legs were still shaking slightly. He glanced outside the tent and saw that it wasn't even bright yet. When did he have to go to work and fuck people to death? !
"Where are you looking when I'm talking to you?"
The people he was talking to just now were two people, one old and one young. The younger one got angry when he saw that he was ignoring them.
"beat him!"
The people in the tent were extremely united. The young man gave an order and everyone swarmed forward to make Liang Chuan look good. These people were all building the city wall together. Their fists were extremely strong, and their hands were covered with calluses. They were also used to fighting against black men. , there were a few people who were particularly bad at attacking people's vagina. Liang Chuan curled up and protected his head and lower body, but he still received a lot of cold punches.
If he continued to fight, he would be beaten to death without any seriousness.
"Stop hitting me. If you hit me again, I will fight back."
"You dare to fight back! Beat me hard!"
Liang Chuan's words aroused everyone's ferocity. Everyone was merciful at first, but in the blink of an eye they started beating him with deadly force.
If his words were useful, there would be no need to kill so many people in the war. Liang Chuan saw that everyone was fighting more vigorously. He looked at a gap where a man was lying on the ground and kicked one in the side. The man crashed the tent like a kite and flew to the open space outside. .
What a kick! Everyone paused for a moment, then started beating him to death.
Liang Chuan tilted his body and kicked another one away. There were only six or seven people left in the tent.
Now everyone knows that Liang Chuan's feet are not trivial. If they are kicked, they will fly several feet away. Liang Chuan is also a ghost. He will lie on the ground and kick someone when he is looking for someone. Otherwise, he will not get up. He waits for these coolies to distance themselves and then crawls up from the ground. stand up.
I thought that Liang Chuan would not be so sinister when he stood up. These people rushed forward to beat Liang Chuan. Liang Chuan either whipped his legs or threw punches. With this strength, no one could go a round in front of him. Not long after, one person All the people in the tent were knocked to the ground by him, and they kept grunting.
The general who patrolled the city had heard the commotion here and didn't come to discipline him. He just thought it was these veterans bullying the newcomers. After the beating was almost over, he turned around leisurely. He was dumbfounded. Everyone except Liang Chuan was defeated.
"Old beggar?"
The old beggar had his chin crooked by Liang Chuan, and when he opened his mouth, air leaked out, and he muttered without knowing what to say.
The general wanted to snicker, but couldn't help but glance at Liang Chuan. It was a common practice in the military camp for new recruits to be bullied, but there was an even bigger rule in the military camp, that is, fists open the way, and whoever has the strongest fist is the boss. Generals are born in the army, aren't they made with real swords and real guns?
"I will pretend that what happened today has never happened. Lieutenant General Yang has given orders. This wall must be repaired as soon as possible. There may be a decisive battle between the Xunxi bandits in the near future. Our rear area cannot be empty. There is still a while before the crow starts. Please repair the tent again." , If it can’t be repaired, don’t sleep at night.”
The elementary school student left after saying a word. Liang Chuan glared at the old beggar. The old beggar shivered and was afraid of being beaten again. He originally wanted to bully this softie, but he actually kicked a hard iron plate. How will he live in the future?
"Are you called the old beggar?"
The old beggar nodded.
"Where can I relieve myself here?"
The old beggar pointed outside the city wall.
"We all have our faults in this matter. I don't want to stir up trouble. You can clean up the tent, and then we'll have to fight for our lives together, okay?"
If a few people don't have a good relationship with someone who wants something they can't beat, will they be able to live in the future?
The disposal of excrement in the military camp is also a science. Failure to handle it properly will lead to the deterioration of the environment of the military camp, contamination of water sources, and even diseases. Dingchuan Village is not at the forefront, and there are more soldiers stationed in the city. This place of worship can only be located outside the city.
You need a signature to leave the city.
When you explain your intention to leave the city to the soldiers guarding the city, you will be given a ticket for a service order or a warrant, and they will return it after returning to the city. If you don't have this ticket, you don't need to enter the city because your identity cannot be verified.
A hand-signed visa is a visa for leaving the city to relieve yourself.
We are not afraid of soldiers escaping. After leaving Dingchuan Village, we can only go south to Zhenrongjun Guyuan City. To the north, generally no one can pass. That is the front line. The environment in the wild is too harsh. If you can survive unless God opens your eyes, you will not be hungry. You will die from freezing or encountering a ferocious beast.
Liang Chuan followed the guide to the outside of the city. A ditch was dug here. The bottom was full of excrement and the smell was unbearable. There were several large tanks and carriage shaft frames placed next to it.
During the war, excrement was also a very powerful weapon of war. Boiling hot excrement and pouring it on the top of the city would cause enemy siegeers to peel off their skin if it got on them. The most deadly thing was that the crossbow arrows were stained with some of this excrement before firing. When it comes out, there is no need to apply poison. If it is injected into a person, severe inflammation will occur immediately, and the fatality rate is extremely high!
This kind of feces also has a very beautiful name, called golden juice.
Liang Chuan squatted in the latrine, covering his nose with his hands as the smell stung his eyes. Suddenly an inaudible voice came from the pit: "My boss?"
