In the dark and damp cabin, a woman in white endured the pain and stood up holding on to the beam beside her.
"I was captured by force. My name is Gong Shulan. Who is your person in charge? I want to see him."
Although the woman's face was pale, her expression was very calm. When her eyes were staring at people like gurgling water, few people were willing to refuse her request.
Public transport?
The noble surname of Beiyuan Kingdom.
The captain held the handle of the knife and looked her up and down. He felt that her appearance was particularly good. He couldn't make up his mind for a moment and asked someone to report her first.
Not long after, the person who reported the report returned and said that the general had summoned him.
The captain escorted the people to the deck and then retreated to the side to wait for orders. Only Gong Shulan, who was wearing thin clothes, was left standing in the wind.
There was an arrow wound on her shoulder, and the blood dried into a brown-black mass after getting wet. Although it had been treated, the wound looked a little festering due to the harsh environment of the cabin.
The night was dark, a fire was lit on the ship, and two tall figures stood under the mast. The mountains were eerily quiet at night, and the narrow moon illuminated their shadowy outlines, but they could not be seen carefully.
Gong Shulan swallowed, feeling a little nervous for no reason.
"I am Gongshu Jiruo's cousin, Gongshu Lan. I wonder which country the robber is from?"
"My cousin who lost everything? Then why are you on the Nanchen Kingdom's cargo ship?"
Yu Wensheng lazily leaned against the side of the ship. The night wind blew up his scarlet cloak behind him. Under a fierce Nuo mask, his pupils were as thin as awns, catching prey like a beast.
Gong Shulan only felt that the other party's voice was very young, and the deep magnetic voice carried a kind of warm smile, but it was strangely inconsistent with the strong smell of blood blown by the wind.
It's rare for someone to be able to remain calm despite Yu Wensheng's momentum.
But Gong Shulan did it, and she responded quickly: "Are you General Yuwen of Ye State?"
Her voice had some strange ups and downs.
In fact, it is not difficult to guess. Rumor has it that every time Yu Wensheng goes into battle, he wears a mask of the evil god Nuo. He is moody and murderous.
It was such a bad and cruel image that shocked the seven kingdoms, and the weakest country, Ye, has survived to this day.
Yu Wensheng doesn't like people who think they are smart, especially those who have become prisoners and do not know whether to live or die.
"Wei Yao, take this person back. If she still can't answer, any more nonsense will be regarded as your incompetence."
Wei Yao looked helpless: "Yes."
Gongshu Lan never thought that she would reveal her identity directly. There were still people in the Seven Kingdoms who dared not sell her cousin's account. She wanted to say something, but Wei Yao waved her hand.
The captain immediately stepped forward, covered her mouth, and dragged her down.
"They seized a building ship from Nanchen and a ship of machinery that they customized from the Mo family at a huge price. They must be so angry this time." Wei Yao was still in a turbulent mood at this time.
But Yu Wensheng has calmed down. Ye country's industry, agriculture and even military are all at the bottom of the seven countries. Even if they are lucky enough to get this batch of equipment this time, it will only be a drop in the bucket.
"How's Little Black Mouse doing lately? She should have run into Julu Guo Xingzuo who sneaked into Fu County."
"I heard from the surveillance person that the Sang family's house was burned down. She is currently renovating a new house and has not had any contact with anyone suspicious."
The house burned down?
"Before I return to Fu County, I will continue to observe and give the blueprint stolen from Julu Kingdom to Gong Shulan. If she has half the ability of her cousin, she will keep it for now. If it is useless..."
Wei Yao understood what the general meant, but... "It is said that Gongshu Jiruo loves this sister very much, maybe we can use some advice to attract her."
Wei Fox smiled slyly.
"Then this trip will bring another unexpected surprise."
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Fu County, Rongxi Cave
A short, dark man was creeping into a cave. When he crawled out of a long and slender tunnel, he saw the people who had been waiting inside the cave for a long time.
"Sima." He knelt down in fear and saluted.
The man pulled down his hat, his handsome face gloomy.
"You didn't sneak into the camp?"
"Yes, our group of craftsmen have all entered, but the others were killed by Yu Wensheng."
"Yu Wensheng didn't doubt you? After all, the characteristics of the Scorpion Clan are so obvious. If he doesn't kill you, he should reuse you."
"I... a short black boy suddenly appeared in the camp. He is also very strong, proficient in weapon assembly, and even knows how to draw and design. He stole all the attention as soon as he appeared on the scene. Therefore, although I was also in the camp, It didn’t attract Yu Wensheng’s attention.”
Mo Ye narrowed his eyes: "What's his name?"
"Sang Xuanqing."
"It's her again." The dangerous look in Mo Ye's eyes worsened.
Sang Xuanqing is now surrounded by hidden sentries. He belongs to Yu Wensheng. He can no longer approach them at will, but he said that their matter will not be settled like this.
It turns out that she has been acting all this time. How could someone from the Mo family not be good at wood skills?
"Your chess piece is considered useless. Since you can't get the machine box back, just destroy it." Mo Ye rubbed the inlaid jade beads on his waist.
Pfft——
A thin needle pierced the forehead of the kneeling Scorpionfish, and the next second he fell to the ground with his head up.
Mo Ye summoned his followers and whispered a few words, and soon these subordinates dispersed and went to assign tasks.
Mo Ye pulled off his cloak, took a set of civilian clothes and put them on, took out a bottle of potion, and spread it evenly on his face.
——
Zheng Quchi didn't know that all the bright and undercurrents were approaching her as the center, and she was focused on building a new house.
Now that so many people have come to help, she no longer shrinks, but makes bold arrangements.
She taught them a staggered method of laying mud bricks.
To make adobe bricks, she first mixes loess with straw and water to mix the mud. It is completely integrated through constant stepping, fermented into mature mud, and then degerminated using the mold she made.
"How about a stronger earth wall if we do this?" Qing Gong was curious.
"It is simpler to operate in terms of process, more durable, airtight and not sandy."
With more people, this repetitive work became relatively easier, and Zheng Quchi soon had the quantity he needed.
I saw her placing lumps of wet soil one after another around the ruins where the charcoal had not burned yet. The weather was dry, but the temperature was not high enough so she had to rely on external force. When one side was dry, she turned it over so that all four sides were evenly heated and dried quickly.
She controlled the charcoal, neither extinguishing nor igniting, until her adobe brick finally took shape.
"These adobe bricks are not very stable. If you put them on a wall like this, won't they fall over?" someone wondered.
"Of course it has to be glued."
The bricklayer said: "It is best to use a mixture of sand, lime and loess."
"Yeah, but I need to add one more thing to make the bonding stronger."
"What is it?" They all opened their eyes, eager for knowledge.
Zheng Quchi said: "Glutinous rice."
"Sticky rice?"
Of course cement is better.
However, mass production of cement in this era requires some effort.
Although the materials required are very simple, as long as limestone, clay, coal ash or iron powder are mixed and fired.
