The fire was blazing, and when he looked closely, he saw a group of fierce-looking Ziyi officers and soldiers. Boss Sang was grabbed by the arms by two strong men and dragged backwards. Because of the inconvenience in his legs and feet, he was sweating profusely in pain and trembling all over.

"Brother, let go of my brother——"

When the little girl saw that Boss Sang was being bullied, she screamed and started crying.

"Who is making a noise!" The commander of the team glanced over with an unhappy look. His eyes were unusual, with a murderous look in his eyes.

Zheng Quchi quickly covered Yaomei's mouth.

Ancestor, please stop shouting.

Sang Yaomei hummed a few times, probably feeling the depressive tension in the scene, and gradually became quiet.

The firelight immediately focused on Zheng Quchi.

All the pressure was now on her side.

She put Yaomei down. She must have gotten up in a hurry just now, and now she felt that it was stuck underneath, so without thinking, she used her hand to pry it out.

But the next second, when she realized what she had done in public... her expression instantly froze.

And those who looked at her were also stunned.

Damn it, this dark-skinned boy... actually adjusted his trousers in front of them?

Is he blatantly provoking them?

The officers and soldiers pressed their palms on the public swords and asked harshly: "Are you Sang Xuanqing, a carpenter from Hegou Village, Fu County?"

Zheng Quchi comforted himself, she was a man now, and men all like to do such filthy things...right?

Adhering to the strong mentality that I am not embarrassed, the only thing that is embarrassing is others, she looked at Boss Sang quickly despite the sharp and scrutinizing eyes of her armor, and saw that he looked embarrassed and anxious, shaking his head desperately to signal her not to admit it.

When she was considering the consequences of denying it, she saw Chief A narrow his eyes and pull out a notice from his waist——

The imperial court ordered serious fortifications to Fu County - gathering the efforts of craftsmen from all over the county to build garrison camps.

This time the county also issued a death order.

Anyone who slacks off at work, takes risks, flees or is absent due to illness will be punished by his entire family.

"Do you understand?"

Zheng Quchi's worries disappeared instantly: "Master, I am Sang Xuanqing."

After saying that, she was afraid that the official would misunderstand her face, so she smiled in a friendly manner.

Good guy, with this smile, you can only see a row of bright white teeth in the dark night.

When Commander A heard her admission, the disgust in his eyes almost overflowed from his eyes.

In his opinion, such a short body couldn't do much work on the construction site, but when he thought about the tight fortifications, mosquitoes were still meat no matter how little they had.

"As long as you are a carpenter, you will all be sent to Changxunpo for service! Damn it, when the project is successfully completed and accepted, you can go home and get a huge salary subsidy from the county boss, but who dares to give me

If he escapes from prison, I will let his whole family go to jail!"

Huh? What did he say? There is still wages?

Zheng Quchi perked up and his eyes lit up instantly.

It's because she is superficial and thinks that a craftsman's service means working for the county for free.

For people who are too poor to have a good meal, money definitely takes precedence over unknown adventures.

She swept away her previous shy posture and said sincerely: "Master, I was humble just now. The national worries are in my heart and excellence is in my hands. I am very happy to serve and obey the arrangements of the county."

Chief A, who was about to express his official anger, was confused by her sudden positive attitude: "..."

This realization came somewhat quickly and caught people off guard.

She trotted up to Brother Sang. Seeing his eyes full of worries and eagerness, she quickly stopped him and said, "Brother, wait until I come back to build you a big house."

Being forced to build a camp might be like a wolf's nest and a tiger's den for Brother Qing, but as a civil engineering expert, she has organized so many major engineering projects that this is like revisiting Red Cliff in a small boat - she is familiar with it.

Her eyes were full of confidence, but Brother Sang only saw clear stupidity in her eyes.

This melon boy, does she really think of herself as a man? Besides, as soon as her poor skills are shown, it will definitely be charged with "sabotage", and she doesn't want to live anymore?

However, Brother Sang wanted to stop it, but he didn't have the strength.

The other party's process of catching the strong man was so smooth that they even worried that they would get wind of it in advance and escape, so they did not come out until midnight to arrest him.

Finally, Zheng Quchi, carrying a suitcase on his back, was sent to Liao Peng, where he gathered with dozens of smelly men and got on a long cart going uphill.

Zheng Quchi, who was riding a horse-drawn cart for the first time, was curious about the skill of ancient craftsmen in making carts. After some observation, he found that the wheelbase of this open cart was too long. He only considered the load-bearing capacity for carrying people, ignoring stability and speed...

…

This can't even keep up with the carriages of the Later Han Dynasty.

She was a little surprised at the crudeness and crudeness of transportation in Ye country.

At this time, an evil voice came closer: "Guapi, I didn't expect you to come to build the camp. This is a court fortification. I heard that a group of carpenters failed to pass the inspection and were all executed as delaying the project... What if your woodwork

If you hold yourself back, you will probably end up..."

Who is this foul-mouthed person?

She frowned and looked over, seeing a smooth-faced man with leprosy... The other person's distinctive features immediately let her know who he was.

Lowering her eyes, she measured the weakest point of the cart, and when she pressed it with her finger, the seemingly solid plate immediately shook violently, as if it was about to fall apart.

He was so shaken that his head fell to the ground.

I saw Zheng Quchi looking down at him calmly, with a dark little face that looked like a life-seeking ghost when he wasn't smiling: "If you keep blabbering, I'll kill you."

He had never seen her look like this before, and was frightened for a moment.

——

Changxunpo is not far from Shangou Village. It is more than ten miles away. Horses are riding in front and carts are being dragged behind. The people on the carts have idle legs and can’t stop talking.

"Which village are you from?"

"Shui Chang."

"And you?"

"Yishang."

"Is it possible that you are Yishang Qinggong?"

There are four levels of craftsmen in Daye: craftsman, craftsman, master, and family.

Craftsman is the name for all craftsmen who specialize in crafts, and Qinggong is based on the surname plus the craftsman level. Even if he is rated at the lowest level, it is different from ordinary craftsmen. This shows that he knows at least three types of woodworking.

live.

"How could you be..."

"Hey, it's not just me. Craftsmen from Fu County, Longjing County and the surrounding countryside were all arrested, uh, conscripted by people from the county government."

"What happened?"

"Keep your voice down. I heard my nephew say that the camp this time is not built for ordinary garrison troops, but for Living Yama. Tell me, any county that dares to neglect it will want to recruit all the craftsmen.

Donate it to save your own life."

"Oh my god, he, what is he going to do in our small county? And doesn't he only believe in the army of craftsmen he has raised?"

"I heard that in the last battle, Mo Ye from the Julu Kingdom used ingenious craftsmanship to sneak attack his army, and the military craftsmen suffered heavy losses."

The click and click of the wheels turning on the country dirt road and the sound of conversation gradually faded away in the deep cold night.

The autumn wind is like silk, and it is cold and miserable.

Zheng Quchi didn't have a coat, and while listening to them vividly describe the violent and unruly image of "Living Yama", he was so cold that he winced.

Hey, it was already cold enough, but hearing the horror stories along the way made it even colder.

——

At dawn, they braved the cold wind and dew all over the field and finally arrived at Changxun Slope.

Fu County is located in a hilly area, with more mountains and less flat land, while Changxun Slope is located between several hills. The Yudai Waterfall rushes down unstoppably and goes straight to the canal. It can be said to be a naturally hidden basin.

His limbs were numb after being frozen all night, so when Zheng Quchi got out of the car, he was as stiff as a seventy-year-old man.

Of course, others are not much better.

After the officers and soldiers who were responsible for picking up the craftsmen handed over to the Changzongpo guards, they directly untied the ropes of the carts, mounted their fast horses and returned.

When they came to the east gate of the camp uneasily without anyone to guide them, what they saw was a bustling construction site. In a huge open space, hundreds of shirtless craftsmen were working hard, banging saws, clanging, clanking, and babbling.

ah.
Chapter completed!