Chapter 158 The Wind of a Sage, a Talent From Heaven

Early the next morning, Zhao Lang brought people to the construction site he was in charge of.

Here is a small hill.

Most of the Great Wall is built according to the terrain.

This can not only save a lot of materials, but also make use of danger.

And coincidentally, the other small bun next to him is Li Shang's person.

Zhao Lang greeted people and asked how the other person's head was doing.

It's a pity that others gave him a blank stare and ignored him.

It's a pity, after all, there is only such an acquaintance here.

"Benefactor, leave everything here to me, and I will definitely not miss your business."

Fan Xiliang said to Zhao Lang.

They all work under whomever they work under, and it's their luck to be replaced by a kind-hearted Zhao Lang.

Zhao Lang is also in a good mood, after all, he doesn't need to bother too much about being a civil husband.

It's just that building the city is extremely mechanical and boring.

Watching the folk husbands carry the wood and stones for building the Great Wall from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain with their hands on their shoulders.

Although the hill is not high, it is also extremely hard work.

Especially when the sun came up, the already skinny folk husbands were like dried fish short of water.

Breathing with his mouth open, trembling with every step, he looked extremely uncomfortable.

Looking at this scene, Zhao Lang couldn't help frowning.

Wei Wei thought for a while, then called Fan Xiliang who was sweating profusely, and said,

"Now the sun is getting bigger, let everyone rest."

Fan Xiliang stared at Zhao Lang in a daze, and said with a smile on his face,

"The benefactor is kind, but I can't rest now, otherwise the daily quota will not be finished."

Although the general did not give a specific time limit, there are rules for building the Great Wall.

Otherwise keep procrastinating,

I don't know when it will be repaired.

Zhao Lang shook his head and said,

"If you don't go on like this, you will die."

Fan Xiliang was stunned again, and said with a bit of bitterness,

"Benefactor, how can there be immortals in this city?"

"You didn't use the whip to supervise us, it's already a mercy."

"But the warlord patrols come every half a month. If you don't finish it, then everyone will have no way to survive, and you will also be punished."

Zhao Lang still shook his head and said,

"If things go on like this, I'm afraid that if the city is less than half built, all my people will die."

Most of the peasants here are farmers.

As the owner of the farm, these people are indeed his people.

A strange color flashed in Fan Xiliang's eyes, but he still returned,

"Of course there will be more."

Zhao Lang glanced at the other party, obviously he is also a civil servant, how could he be more cruel than him.

He waved his hand and said softly,

"It's too unworthy to die like this."

"Stop it."

"Then you go and call me all the craftsmen in the minfu."

Only then did Fan Xiliang take the order and leave.

It was only at this time that Zhao Lang realized that Ying Yinman and the others had gone.

Probably lazy, these second generations are really unreliable.

But now he didn't have time to take care of them, so he cleared a space on the ground, and Zhao Lang started to write and draw with a wooden stick.

Soon, a simple wheelbarrow appeared on the ground.

In the current situation, a unicycle is the most suitable.

It is easy to manufacture and can be operated by one person, saving time and effort.

Not long after, Fan Xiliang brought someone over.

"Benefactor, these are craftsmen in the camp."

Zhao Lang nodded, pointed to the wheelbarrow on the ground and said,

"You happen to be a carpenter too, let's see how long it takes to make this thing."

Fan Xiliang frowned, looking at the pattern on the ground.

Eyes gradually brighten up,

"Benefactor, what is this!"

Zhao Lang said lightly,

"The wheelbarrow can be operated by one person."

After Zhao Lang explained it briefly, Fan Xiliang knew how to make it.

With some excitement, he said,

"Benefactor, this wheelbarrow is simply a miracle! All the wood is ready-made, so I will bring someone to do it!"

Zhao Lang said,

"Wait, there's one more thing..."

Before Zhao Lang finished speaking, Fan Xiliang said directly,

"Please rest assured, benefactor, I will definitely not let others know."

"I will finish it ahead of time, and you will definitely be rewarded!"

Fan Xiliang was not surprised by what Zhao Lang wanted to say. No one would hand over such a strange thing easily.

Zhao Lang was stunned for a moment, he really didn't expect this.

But this reminded him, he shook his head and said,

"There is no need to keep it secret, the more people know about this, the better."

That little credit is nothing compared to his farmers.

Fan Xiliang was stunned for a moment, and Zhao Lang continued,

"What I want to say is that the amount of food to be served later should be sufficient. When you are full, you will have the strength to work."

Fan Xiliang was even more shocked, and when he wanted to speak, he saw Zhao Lang wave his hand,

"I know that food is also rationed. It doesn't matter. I will take care of the food."

"You just do it."

Fan Xiliang glanced at Zhao Lang with an extremely complicated expression, and said,

"Thank you benefactor."

Then take people away.

In the afternoon, Fan Xiliang made a wheelbarrow.

Although crude, the wheels are not so smooth.

But it really is a wheelbarrow.

When he saw Fan Xiliang, who was not too strong, he pushed a cart of materials up the hillside without too much effort.

Zhao Lang knew it was over.

"Benefactor! This is simply a miracle!"

Fan Xiliang shouted extremely excitedly.

The others were also full of excitement.

With this strange item, they can at least save half of their energy!

"Okay, let's make some more."

Zhao Lang said with a smile.

Immediately a few people were about to leave, Fan Xiliang asked a few more questions and said,

"Benefactor, don't you really need to keep this stuff secret?"

"Need not."

Zhao Lang returned calmly.

When work was over in the evening, Fan Xiliang brought out dozens of wheelbarrows with a sentence.

The progress of delivering materials has obviously increased a lot.

This is the power of technology.

That night.

In the simple thatched hut where the peasants gather.

Fan Xiliang was in a daze, while Meng Jiangnu was sewing for him.

It also seemed a bit warm.

"Lady, what kind of person do you think your benefactor is?"

Fan Xiliang asked suddenly.

"Of course he's a good guy."

Meng Jiangnu returned with a smile,

"Help me find you, and feed the peasants, what is a good person?"

Fan Xiliang said with emotion,

"Nowadays there are not many good people."

Meng Jiangnu tore off a thread with her mouth and said,

"Who says it's not? Come on, I'll mend this dress for you."

Fan Xiliang also showed a smile.

It was late at night, when everyone was fast asleep, Fan Xiliang got up secretly.

Walking into another thatched hut, he took out a piece of cloth with a unicycle painted on it, and said,

"Urgent letter, fan Xiliang, a disciple of the Mohist school, has discovered a great talent!"

"He has the style of a sage, a talent from heaven! I am willing to recommend you as a candidate for Juzi!"