"What do you say the town chief wants so much sand for?" Gerosan turned to Kezel next to him and asked. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He was one of the few craftsmen in the town of Rook, who took over the hammer and furnace from his father and opened a blacksmith shop in the town. Although his iron-striking skills are very high, it is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice, since he was driven to Luke Town with his family. Gelosan had never made a single iron weapon that could be used, except, of course, the sharp strips of iron that looked like long swords in the hands of the guards.

However, with his good skills, Gerosan has five days off every month. During these five days, he did not have to go to the mine to mine stones, but only helped repair some broken iron household utensils in the shop. Compared to mining, the hot shop is like paradise.

For five days, Gerosanne spends every morning repairing ironware, and at noon he can take a lazy nap. In the afternoon, if it is hot, he will go to the river to take a bath, and when it is cold, he will stay in the shop and make a fire, and many people in the town envy him.

After lunch, Snow ordered the sand stored in the hut to be carried to the town's walls, and had barrels be used to dig ice into the river for water.

Gerosan was also called over by Abra to carry the sand with nearly a hundred inhabitants. Although he was full of admiration for Snow's success in netting, Geralsan still couldn't figure it out. This dry sand can do anything to strengthen the fence.

"Who knows, but since the mayor of the town has commanded so, he must have a reason." Kezel, like many of the residents, was convinced of Snow. Aren't there many people who questioned what strange wooden poles and forks Snow asked them to prepare before? But the results are now obvious, and the fish caught have filled several wooden houses.

"What are you talking about?" Abra passed by with two large bags of sand on his shoulder, looked at Jerosan and frowned, and said, "Hurry up, the mayor has ordered that before the sun sets, all the sand must be put in the designated place." ”

"Yes." Gerosan and Kezel hurried to move. As the saying goes, although the sparrow is small, it has all kinds of organs, don't look at the small town of Luke, but there are rules. Many of the young residents were in awe of Abra, who served as the captain of the guard. Abra was a swordsman, tall and strong, and courageous.

If it weren't for the fact that Abra's stonemason father offended Count Ropier, the family was kicked out of the county and came here to work as miners. They all believed that Abra would become a glorious knight. Alas, these are just ifs.

In the course of an afternoon, all the sand was carried under the east, west, and south walls. The plan couldn't keep up with the changes, and I originally planned to prepare more sand. But the temperature is dropping so fast that the low-lying sandy ground has been frozen, and it is difficult to dig unless you use a shovel. But in the whole town of Ruke, there are less than ten shovels, and they don't play a big role at all.

So Snow decided to use all the little sand and dirt to build a wall on the east, west, and south sides, and to the north relied on the four beasts that Elena had promised him to help protect it.

Snow roughly estimated that all this sand should be able to increase the height of the fence to eight feet, or about two meters and four. Deepen and widen the trap outside the wall, and you should be able to cope with it.

"Mayor, what's next? Do you want to pile this sand on the wall? Randolph asked, as he approached Snow.

"Is the water coming?" Snow decided to experiment to see what the right ratio of sand to water would be.

"It's ready as you commanded." Randolph waved his hand to the residents not far away, and Fu'o and another young man from the escort came over carrying a large wooden barrel.

This cask is large, more than a meter deep. Because the temperature was extremely low, the freshly pumped water was left in the town for a while, and the surface was covered with a thin layer of ice.

Snow chiseled the ice with a long wooden spoon and sprinkled water on the wall. Then pick up a large handful of sand and pile it on top of the sprinkled wall, and then scoop the water evenly and sprinkle it evenly on the sand. Then pile up the sand and sprinkle it with water again. Several times in a row, the sand that had been sprinkled with water was already half a foot thick.

The people around him kept their mouths tightly closed, carefully watching Snow's every movement.

Snow made several test points on the wall, each with a gradual increase in the ratio of sand and water from left to right, and recorded them on parchment.

"Alright, we'll see in a moment." Snow rubbed his numb hands, turned around and stomped his feet forward as he walked, "Let's go, eat first." ”

The delicious and warm fish soup dispelled the hunger and cold, and Snow, who drank three bowls of fish soup, came back to life with full blood. He took Randolph and the others to the wall of the test, and at this time several washed sand mounds had been frozen. Snow drew Abra's sword, walked over to the pile of sand with the least amount of water, picked up the sword and slashed down, and the pile of sand was instantly split apart by the sword.

Snow noticed that some of the scattered sand had solidified. It seems that the method of pouring sand with water is feasible.

Snow moved to the nearby mound of sand, and another sword was struck. Although the mound of sand was also split, Snow could clearly feel the shock force coming from the long sword this time. At the same time, the longsword made of wrought iron also bent. Snow shook his head and stomped his sword straight with his foot, the weapon was so bad now.

In this way, Snow picked up his sword all the way and chopped the mound of sand all the way. It wasn't until Snow slashed into a mound of sand and the sword was completely bounced back that he stopped for a moment. Look at the mound of sand again, although it was cracked by the long sword, it was not broken. And it is still glued to the wall below, as if it were a whole.

Everyone was stunned by what they saw, they knew the hardness of ice, but they didn't expect that ice water could combine with sand and soil to form something as solid as stone. The most important thing is that this method of combining water and sand is really simple. If everyone works together, they will be able to pile all the sand on the fence in no time.

"Why did you kneel down again, don't treat me as an oracle this time, it's actually very simple." Snow turned his head to look at the people who knelt down again with a look of admiration, and hurriedly waved his hand and said, "If you don't believe me, you can ask the inhabitants who went to dig the sand, how hard the frozen sand is." ”

"Mayor, we worship your wisdom this time." Randolph said excitedly.

"That's right, compared to the wisdom of the town lord, the oracle is a fart." Abra was even more agitated than Randolph, and not only praised Snow, but also insulted the oracle.

When the surrounding residents heard this, they all looked at Abra in surprise. No one has dared to openly say that the oracle is a fart in front of so many people. If the church hears about this, it will definitely come to him for trouble.

Abra also realized that she had just said the wrong thing, and she shrunk her neck, a little afraid.

"Abra, how can you say that the oracle is. They are the messengers of the gods who have left us to fend for ourselves. Snow frowned and said unhappily: "You remember, the gods are a fart, and the gods are not even a fart." ”