Zhang Wuwei rushed to the construction site before dawn, still one step late.

The workers on the construction site have basically not gotten up yet, only the eldest sister who is cooking breakfast is lighting the fire and preparing to cook.

The green smoke wafting in the air, with a very strong smell of choking, was obviously trying to cover up something.

Mu Sanye stood at the side of the semi-open basement project that had been excavated, and looked back, his expression cold and unpredictable.

Zhang Wuwei stepped forward and greeted: "Mu ......"

Mu Sanye raised his hand to stop it, and motioned for Zhang Wuwei to go down and speak again.

After more than a month of excavation, the original collapsed pit has revealed the appearance of a basement that is more than one person high, and according to experts, the part that has been dug up now is only one percent of the entire underground fortification.

However, the local old farmers who have been laying bricks and moving bricks in the fishing city all the year round said that it is impossible to have such a large basement, the fishing city has never produced an emperor, and the big people have never produced one, and they can't afford to build a house on the ground, who has the energy and financial resources to spend so much manpower and material resources to dig the basement.

Zhang Wuwei also thinks so.

From the structure of the houses in the oldest Jincun, it can be seen that the level of folk architecture more than 1,000 years ago is not low, but it is by no means high.

In ancient times, there was no shortage of skilled craftsmen.

But a true craftsman is never satisfied with building underground fortifications.

If the experts' speculations are confirmed, then this is not just an underground fortress used for emergency evacuation, but can be called an underground kingdom.

Standing beside Mu Sanye, Zhang Wuwei can distinguish the smell of burning paper talismans from the air mixed with the smell of asphalt, his sense of smell is naturally sensitive, and he has a strong memory and discrimination ability for taste.

In addition, he inadvertently saw the paper on which Mu Sanye drew the talisman, and saw Mu Sanye bite his finger and then stain the cinnabar talisman.

Although I don't understand the reason for drawing talismans, there is a special smell when the blood burns, and cinnabar also has a special smell when it burns.

Zhang Wuwei deduced from this that Mu Sanye's paper talismans were all painted and burned.

Perhaps this can explain why Mu Sanye is mixed in the ranks of migrant workers.

"Third Master, I've been to Mocun!" Zhang Wuwei got straight to the point, and at the same time observed Mu Sanye's reaction: "That was the first project I did in China. ”

That is because he is full of confidence and wants to make a career, and then go to find the ancestral hometown of the Zhang family, and if he has the opportunity, he will settle in China and restore the style of the Zhang family's mansion.

When he was in Chinatown, a fellow villager from Nanyue told him that all Han people whose ancestral home is from the Central Plains are constantly marrying with different races and surnames during the migration process, and if there is no genealogical record to circulate, they can forget their roots within five generations.

He took his birthday and name to ask in the life hall opened by this fellow villager in Nanyue, and the man deduced that his ancestral home was in the Central Plains, and he was once named the king of Dongyi Qi, and a large area of Dongyi was once his territory.

Although he later read an architecture class and knew that the countryman's words were exaggerated and fabricated, he preferred to believe that his ancestors did have such a migration trajectory.

Heroes don't ask where they come from.

After decades, hundreds of years, and thousands of years of migration, no one can be rich forever, and no one will be down forever.

When his ancestors went to the American continent to work as Chinese laborers, they lived in hell on earth every day, and the so-called ancestral home was just a large piece of land.

Where would have thought that it was just four or five generations of hard work, and in his generation, the great changes of the times made him easily integrate into the middle class.

He set a plan for himself, to buy the land of the Zhang family's mansion within 50 years to make preliminary plans, and then his descendants will continue to fulfill his dream.

The last words his father left him before he died was "spread out".

He thought that he must put down roots and then think about this problem.

Although the ancient adage says that you start a family first and then start a business, the facts tell him that it is difficult to become a family without a business - without an economic foundation, you can only struggle on the poverty line, and everyone will always be just a fabulous dream.

For every single project he comes into contact with at work, he treats it as the foundation of an aristocratic family.

It's just that I didn't expect that the first project I did back in China exceeded expectations.

Later, he traveled around the world, participated in the construction of several landmark buildings, and became more and more comfortable in his career.

But he never forgot the project in Mocun, and every time he saw a new project end perfectly, he had an impulse in his heart to tear down the project in Mocun and rebuild it.

Since knowing that Niu Jianqiang was in the migrant worker team back then, Zhang Wuwei guessed that the things of that year should be related to Mrs. Mu.

On the construction site, he endured not to say, not to ask, not to mention, and not to show his face, just waiting for Mu Sanye to take the initiative to speak.

No, it finally made him wait!

Mu Sanye was silent for a moment, and said in a muffled voice: "That is also the first project I did independently after I left the school. ”

The teacher was unfavorable, and he was almost ruined by the young man in front of him, so he had no choice but to run back to Jincun and beg the old man to take action, so that a major accident could be quelled.

Zhang Wuwei frowned slightly: "It's you?"

Mu Sanye snorted coldly: "(The one who destroys) is you!"

"What is it for?"

"For the sake of heaven!"

"What?" Zhang Wuwei thought he had misheard.

In ancient times, there were not enough advanced tools in architecture, and there were few and far real skilled craftsmen, all of whom were passed down orally from generation to generation by masters and apprentices.

Some techniques are indeed hidden by the master and not taught, but some techniques are because the master's cultural level is limited, and he can do it himself, but there is no way for the apprentice to understand.

Therefore, some difficult techniques are said to be godlike, without words and drawings, and they have become immortal possession to teach mortals to build.

He personally did not object to these so-called rituals - what a person of prestige said, if reasonable, even if it was not scientific, but he could calm people's hearts and cohesion, and it would be good for the whole progress of the matter.

However, if the power of the ritual is exaggerated too much, it will be upside down and undesirable.

When he was studying abroad, he interned for nearly two years, and his boss was a well-known architect in the field of modern architecture.

The architect boss told him that all modern aesthetics and mechanics are calculated! The basis of calculation comes from the experience summed up by the ancients in technical architecture.

Rituals that seem sacred and solemn are nothing more than an added value to mechanics, and without the basic mechanics of construction, all the whitewash will fall to the ground.

Zhang Wuwei did not believe this statement of "Heavenly Dao".

He resisted the urge to refute, and stood still and did not speak.

Zhang Wuwei rushed to the construction site before dawn, still one step late.

The workers on the construction site have basically not gotten up yet, only the eldest sister who is cooking breakfast is lighting the fire and preparing to cook.

The green smoke wafting in the air, with a very strong smell of choking, was obviously trying to cover up something.

Mu Sanye stood at the side of the semi-open basement project that had been excavated, and looked back, his expression cold and unpredictable.

Zhang Wuwei stepped forward and greeted: "Mu ......"

Mu Sanye raised his hand to stop it, and motioned for Zhang Wuwei to go down and speak again.

After more than a month of excavation, the original collapsed pit has revealed the appearance of a basement that is more than one person high, and according to experts, the part that has been dug up now is only one percent of the entire underground fortification.

However, the local old farmers who have been laying bricks and moving bricks in the fishing city all the year round said that it is impossible to have such a large basement, the fishing city has never produced an emperor, and the big people have never produced one, and they can't afford to build a house on the ground, who has the energy and financial resources to spend so much manpower and material resources to dig the basement.

Zhang Wuwei also thinks so.

From the structure of the houses in the oldest Jincun, it can be seen that the level of folk architecture more than 1,000 years ago is not low, but it is by no means high.

In ancient times, there was no shortage of skilled craftsmen.

But a true craftsman is never satisfied with building underground fortifications.

If the experts' speculations are confirmed, then this is not just an underground fortress used for emergency evacuation, but can be called an underground kingdom.

Standing beside Mu Sanye, Zhang Wuwei can distinguish the smell of burning paper talismans from the air mixed with the smell of asphalt, his sense of smell is naturally sensitive, and he has a strong memory and discrimination ability for taste.

In addition, he inadvertently saw the paper on which Mu Sanye drew the talisman, and saw Mu Sanye bite his finger and then stain the cinnabar talisman.

Although I don't understand the reason for drawing talismans, there is a special smell when the blood burns, and cinnabar also has a special smell when it burns.

Zhang Wuwei deduced from this that Mu Sanye's paper talismans were all painted and burned.

Perhaps this can explain why Mu Sanye is mixed in the ranks of migrant workers.

"Third Master, I've been to Mocun!" Zhang Wuwei got straight to the point, and at the same time observed Mu Sanye's reaction: "That was the first project I did in China. ”

That is because he is full of confidence and wants to make a career, and then go to find the ancestral hometown of the Zhang family, and if he has the opportunity, he will settle in China and restore the style of the Zhang family's mansion.

When he was in Chinatown, a fellow villager from Nanyue told him that all Han people whose ancestral home is from the Central Plains are constantly marrying with different races and surnames during the migration process, and if there is no genealogical record to circulate, they can forget their roots within five generations.

He took his birthday and name to ask in the life hall opened by this fellow villager in Nanyue, and the man deduced that his ancestral home was in the Central Plains, and he was once named the king of Dongyi Qi, and a large area of Dongyi was once his territory.

Although he later read an architecture class and knew that the countryman's words were exaggerated and fabricated, he preferred to believe that his ancestors did have such a migration trajectory.

Heroes don't ask where they come from.

After decades, hundreds of years, and thousands of years of migration, no one can be rich forever, and no one will be down forever.

When his ancestors went to the American continent to work as Chinese laborers, they lived in hell on earth every day, and the so-called ancestral home was just a large piece of land.

Where would have thought that it was just four or five generations of hard work, and in his generation, the great changes of the times made him easily integrate into the middle class.

He set a plan for himself, to buy the land of the Zhang family's mansion within 50 years to make preliminary plans, and then his descendants will continue to fulfill his dream.

The last words his father left him before he died was "spread out".

He thought that he must put down roots and then think about this problem.

Although the ancient adage says that you start a family first and then start a business, the facts tell him that it is difficult to become a family without a business - without an economic foundation, you can only struggle on the poverty line, and everyone will always be just a fabulous dream.

For every single project he comes into contact with at work, he treats it as the foundation of an aristocratic family.

It's just that I didn't expect that the first project I did back in China exceeded expectations.

Later, he traveled around the world, participated in the construction of several landmark buildings, and became more and more comfortable in his career.

But he never forgot the project in Mocun, and every time he saw a new project end perfectly, he had an impulse in his heart to tear down the project in Mocun and rebuild it.

Since knowing that Niu Jianqiang was in the migrant worker team back then, Zhang Wuwei guessed that the things of that year should be related to Mrs. Mu.

On the construction site, he endured not to say, not to ask, not to mention, and not to show his face, just waiting for Mu Sanye to take the initiative to speak.

No, it finally made him wait!

Mu Sanye was silent for a moment, and said in a muffled voice: "That is also the first project I did independently after I left the school. ”

The teacher was unfavorable, and he was almost ruined by the young man in front of him, so he had no choice but to run back to Jincun and beg the old man to take action, so that a major accident could be quelled.

Zhang Wuwei frowned slightly: "It's you?"

Mu Sanye snorted coldly: "(The one who destroys) is you!"

"What is it for?"

"For the sake of heaven!"

"What?" Zhang Wuwei thought he had misheard.

In ancient times, there were not enough advanced tools in architecture, and there were few and far real skilled craftsmen, all of whom were passed down orally from generation to generation by masters and apprentices.

Some techniques are indeed hidden by the master and not taught, but some techniques are because the master's cultural level is limited, and he can do it himself, but there is no way for the apprentice to understand.

Therefore, some difficult techniques are said to be godlike, without words and drawings, and they have become immortal possession to teach mortals to build.

He personally did not object to these so-called rituals - what a person of prestige said, if reasonable, even if it was not scientific, but he could calm people's hearts and cohesion, and it would be good for the whole progress of the matter.

However, if the power of the ritual is exaggerated too much, it will be upside down and undesirable.

When he was studying abroad, he interned for nearly two years, and his boss was a well-known architect in the field of modern architecture.

The architect boss told him that all modern aesthetics and mechanics are calculated! The basis of calculation comes from the experience summed up by the ancients in technical architecture.

Rituals that seem sacred and solemn are nothing more than an added value to mechanics, and without the basic mechanics of construction, all the whitewash will fall to the ground.

Zhang Wuwei did not believe this statement of "Heavenly Dao".

He resisted the urge to refute, and stood still and did not speak.

(Later)