You have mastered the art of thunder and you tell me that it is in a strange world?

Chapter 187 Tour of the North

The next morning, Zuo Chen woke up Caiyi who was still sleeping soundly. The two of them got on Donkey Master's donkey cart and slowly headed towards the plains north of the fortress.

The weather is very good today, with no clouds in the sky, clean and clear, and it feels bright and beautiful.

This journey is not lonely.

Zuo Chen and his group were not the only ones walking along the northern plains.

Scouts and craftsmen from the northern fortress could be seen everywhere along the way. Some of the craftsmen had already arrived at the canyon early and stationed there to start building various fortresses.

There were even more people following the carriages, carrying all kinds of supplies, and continuing to go deeper.

Li Ji had issued an order a few days ago, asking the northern fortress to move the outpost to the foot of Qingqiu Mountain within ten years. This way, they only need to patrol the mountain every day to see if there is anything abnormal in the surging sea of ​​suffering. This way, they can take precautions early and resist the evil creatures in the sea of ​​suffering.

There were many carpenters on the road, and the craftsmen sang many vigorous songs. In the canyon, one could hear the sounds of people wandering around:

"The boss, with two hairy ears, whips around everywhere, eats this and that, no one dares to look down on him!"

Caiyi was sitting on the donkey cart swinging her legs. After hearing the sweet and cheerful tune, she pondered for a while, her face suddenly flushed, and she spat, "What kind of dirty tune is this?"

As soon as Mr. Donkey heard this, he was unhappy: "This is clearly about our donkey, isn't it?"

"Is it really……"

A donkey and a man were joking around, but Zuo Chen's attention was not on the donkey cart.

Looking around, Zuo Chen also saw for the first time how the workers in Daliang worked.

Because magic exists everywhere in the world, any formally employed craftsman has more or less some fancy tricks that can help him or her in his or her work.

There were people transporting wood, in addition to those using ox carts. Zuo Chen also saw a fellow villager with ten logs neatly arranged in front of him. He was holding a willow stick that looked like a whip, and he shouted, "Let's go!"

Just kick the one at the end.

The ten rolling logs rolled forward like wheels, raising clouds of thick smoke.

He kicked and waved the willow branch in his hand, driving the wood as if he were driving sheep or horses, and his speed was not much slower than the ox cart carrying wood next to him.

"Wow! This is a great way to transport objects!" Caiyi stopped arguing with Donkey about what the folk song was about. Instead, she took a closer look at the wooden stakes rolling on the ground, full of curiosity: "I just don't know if this method only works on wooden stakes, or if it also works on other round things."

Zuo Chen's curiosity was also aroused, so he patted Donkey's head and asked him to come over.

Seeing that they were getting closer, Zuo Chen shouted:
"My friend, what's this trick? It's a great trick."

The fellow who was kicking the wood stopped what he was doing after hearing the shout.

The fellow villager's eyesight was not very good, and Zuo Chen was a little far away from him, so he first put his hands on the corners of his eyes and gently pulled them outwards.

I don’t know if this little trick can really help him see farther, but the fellow villager who was transporting wood did see clearly that the person sitting on the donkey cart was a Taoist priest.

He has lived in the city for a long time, how could he not know that King Wei had invited a Taoist priest with extraordinary powers?
At first he was a little embarrassed, but then his face was full of pride, and he also shouted across the road:

"This is a trick passed down from my family, called the rolling falling logs. All I have to do is put the cut logs in the sun for a few days, use a branch as a trigger, and even if there is no slope, I can make the logs roll on the ground with one kick, just like driving cattle. I can run so fast! Even several horses pulling logs can't catch up with me!"

"This is a great idea! Convenient!"

Zuo Chen praised sincerely, and the fellow villager blushed immediately. He waved his hands repeatedly and said, "It's just a show-off in the countryside. Many woodcutters can do similar things. How can they compare to the Taoist's magical powers?"

Zuo Chen smiled but said nothing.

He felt that such means were the real magical power.

If a method only exists in the sky, has been researched but no one can use it, then it is naturally not considered a good ability.

In addition to the vehicles carrying goods, many houses have been built on the canyon road. Some carpenters move wooden stakes, throw them up to the sky, and send them to high places to make roofs. Some carpenters use a broken hatchet to quickly plane logs into planks, leaving sawdust all over the ground.

When building the foundation of a house, some strong and rough men will raise their arms high and smash down on the wooden stakes. The originally solid and hard soil under the stakes will immediately become soft, eliminating the trouble of banging with a sledgehammer.

When I saw them start working, I realized that those useless fancy things had already become part of the daily lives of the people in Daliang and had become a means of livelihood for many people.

Fortunately, he caught up with this major construction project, otherwise Zuo Chen estimated that he would not have been able to see so many folk skills.

After looking around, I felt relaxed and happy. I found it wonderful and interesting. I thought that just seeing all these was very interesting and it was worth the trip to the north.

Continuing to move forward slowly, the donkey came out of the canyon and reached the plain. He felt a refreshing breeze blowing towards him and saw the tiny grass and trees swaying gently on the plain.

As soon as he came out, Zuo Chen saw a lot of Zi people gathered in the open space in front.

Different from the previous ones in the canyon, these people were not working. Instead, they gathered around a fairy ruin at the edge, as if something had happened.

Zuo Chen was curious and gave Donkey Master a wink. Donkey Master understood and walked towards that direction with his hooves.

There were many people gathered here, bustling with people, and full of small discussions:
"What should we do? We have already burned incense and given offerings, but why are we still not allowed to start work?"

"How would I know? Who knows? Maybe this immortal inheritance has its own little temper."

"We can't just sit here and waste time, Chief Engineer, why don't we go find Liu Xian?" "Alas, there's really nothing we can do."

The middle-aged man who was called the chief engineer sighed and held his forehead with his hand, suffering from a headache.

Zuo Chen glanced at the chief engineer.

He has a shiny head and a big belly.

In other words, he was not wearing a shirt or a safety helmet, otherwise Zuo Chen might have really thought that this chief engineer had traveled through time from some construction site.

The chief engineer turned around, as if he wanted to get on the carriage back to the fortress. When he turned his head, he floated directly to Zuo Chen.

"Ah, Taoist priest!"

Overjoyed.

The chief engineer holds a position in Prince Wei’s palace. Zuo Chen doesn’t remember him, but he remembers Zuo Chen!

This Taoist priest is even more powerful than Liu Xian!
Now that he is here, he shouldn't have to go back to find Liu Xian.

"What happened to you?"

"There are some troubles, and the carpenters under me can't handle it. I'd like to trouble the Taoist priest to help." The chief engineer called out to the carpenters around him to disperse.

Only then did Zuo Chen realize that this group of carpenters were surrounding this small stone sculpture.

It was a statue of a soldier, and it looked lifelike. The general with angry hair was holding a sharp sword and looking due north.

In front of this stone sculpture, there is an incense altar and a lot of fruits are offered, as if a church service had just been held.

Pointing to the incense altar:
"What are you doing?"

"Well," the chief engineer explained, "Lord King Wei asked us to build some large houses and strongholds such as military camps and sentry towers nearby, but there are many immortals on this plain, and the brothers thought that we couldn't disturb the immortals' soil in vain, so we simply brought more incense and tributes and bowed to the immortals one by one, asking them to forgive us and not disturb them when we started the construction."

He sighed again, "Most immortals are easy to talk to, but this one is stubborn. I have been saying nice things to him for a long time, but the ground around him is still like a piece of iron. I can't drive a wooden stake into it, and I can't dig it open with a shovel. It's really frustrating.

"Master, please think of a recipe and ask this immortal to stop making things difficult for us. We are here for the fortress, right?"

Zuo Chen nodded and agreed to this matter.

The chief engineer has done a good job. We must give a heads up to the immortals who remain here before starting the construction, but some accidents may happen to some immortal objects.

The things left behind by the immortals cannot speak, and their thoughts are not complete. If there are still some obsessions, it is impossible to move around them even if you offer them as sacrifices.

After getting off the donkey cart, the people around him made way for him and looked at Zuo Chen with curiosity and nervousness.

They had also seen Zuo Chen at the banquet before. At that time, Zuo Chen was sitting in the main seat, so he must be a capable man.

Today, we were lucky enough to see it, and we all opened our eyes wide, not wanting to miss a single thing.

Walking to the stone sculpture, Zuo Chen squatted down, level with the sculpture, and looked into its eyes.

The eyes of the soldier carved out of stone suddenly flashed with a sharp light, and for a moment he seemed to come alive, with a fierce look in his eyes and a murderous aura, as if he wanted to chop Zuo Chen's head with a knife.

The people around exclaimed in surprise, but Zuo Chen just looked at the stone sculpture calmly.

With just a glance, the stone sculpture shook. When the carpenters came to their senses, how could they still see the fairy object moving around?

It's obvious that he is just standing there honestly.

He even looked a little scared.

"Fellow Daoist, can you tell me what happened?"

The stone sculpture could not speak, but a ray of light came out from above it and landed on the ground not far away, flickering slightly.

Zuo Chen stood up and moved closer to the location marked by the stone carving. He pinched his fingers and the soil in front of him automatically split into two like a stream.

Layers of old soil were turned up, and several white bones reappeared under the scorching sun.

Those were the dead soldiers, still wearing heavy armor.

Even when they died, the soldiers did not put down their weapons, and their broken bony hands were still on the knife handles.

The skeleton appeared in front of the carpenters, but it frightened the craftsmen so much that their faces turned pale and they scattered to the side, not daring to get close, for fear that it might contain some mysterious evil magic that they could not understand, and that they would be fooled and die.

"this?"

The chief engineer only took a glance and recognized the armor on these corpses:

"These... are the armors of Youzhou soldiers."

(End of this chapter)