The tourist said, "I know, but I'd like to buy your shop." ”

The wool merchant said, "I'm not going to do anything illegal." ”

The high roller laughed and said, "Put your heart in your belly!" I just want to use this shop to welcome tourists. ”

The wool merchant said, "Will there be any tourists here?" ”

The hawker said, "Then it depends on how you pack it." Sometimes, people come to hunt for this kind of dilapidated place. When the time comes, you'll need to equip West Francia with wine, as well as beer. Mysterious snails, as well as black truffles, and other delicacies should also be cupped. ”

Tom had moved out of the guest room, and he had built himself a nice two-room house in the village, complete with a chimney. Finally, as the builder in charge of the entire project, he would have a salary and treatment that would be the envy of many small squires. But apart from Alan, he would never marry anyone else. He was like a man who was accustomed to fine wine, and now he felt that drinking ordinary wine was tantamount to vinegar. There was a widow in the village, a kind woman, very beautiful, with a lovely smile, a big breast, and two children who knew the rules very well. She baked a pie for Tom several times and kissed him with a longing ** at the Christmas feast. As long as he nods, she will marry him immediately. But he knew that he would not be happy with her, because he was always looking forward to the excitement of marrying Alan, who was willful and loved to lose his temper, but her passion made him obsessed and difficult to give up.

Alan promised to come back to visit him one day, and Tom felt confident that she would do what she said. Although she had been gone for more than a year, he held on to hope, and when she returned, he asked her to marry him.

She could accept him, he thought, now. He was no longer destitute and able to support him and her family. He felt that strict discipline of Alfred and Jack would prevent them from fighting, and Tom thought that if Jack also worked, Alfred would not be so angry with him again. He was going to recruit Jack as an apprentice, and the boy had already shown an interest in architecture, and he was extremely intelligent, and in a year or so, he would be enough to do heavy work. At that point, Alfred couldn't say that Jack was idle. Another problem is that Jack is literate, but Alfred can't, and Tom plans to ask Alan to teach Alfred to read and write, and give him lessons every Sunday. That way, Alfred could feel no worse than Jack in every point. The two lads were equal, both were educated, they both worked to earn money, and it didn't take long for them to be the same.

He knew that Eren was willing to live with him, despite the petty feuds. She likes his ** and she loves his mind. She would be happy to return to him.

As for whether he can make Vice President Philip deflated, it is another question. Alan mercilessly insulted Philip's religion, an offense that could not be overtaken for a vice president. Tom hasn't solved this problem yet.

At the same time, his entire intellect was spent on cathedral works. Otto and his quarrymen were to build themselves a simple lodging in the quarry and sleep at night. When they move in, they have to build formal housing, and those who are married have to bring their families to live with them.

Of all the crafts in the construction industry, quarrying is the least technical, but the most labor-intensive. The quarrysmith has a lot of brains: he has to decide which areas can be mined and in what order; He had to prepare ladders and hoisting equipment; If the mining face is steep and vertical, he also has to design scaffolding; He had to make sure that the blacksmith shop had a constant supply of tools. In fact, digging out the stone is relatively simpler. The quarryman had to use a pickaxe to cut a groove in the stone, and then use a wooden hammer and chisel to deepen the groove. When the groove has reached a certain depth and the stone begins to loosen, a large wooden wedge is driven into the groove. If the stone is judged correctly, the stone will be split exactly according to the plan.

The strong men carried the opened stones, either on stretchers or on ropes on large rolling wheels, out of the quarry. In their dwellings, the stonemasons used axes to break the stones into various shapes according to the special requirements of the builders. Of course, the elaborate carving should be carried out at the Wangqiao.

The biggest problem is transportation. On a day's journey from the quarry to the construction site, a coachman could only pull ** large stones per trip, and no matter how much the cart and the horse could not stand. As soon as the quarrymen entered the site, Tom surveyed the area to see if there was any waterway that could be used to shorten the journey.

They set out from King's Bridge at dawn. As they walked through the forest, the branches of the trees stretched out on either side of the road and weaved an arched canopy above the road, and Tom thought of the buttresses between the windows of the cathedral he was going to build. New leaves are coming out. Tom was always told to decorate the pillowed capitals at the top of the buttresses with cartouches or serrations. At this time, it suddenly occurred to him that if he used a leaf-shaped ornament, it would look more eye-catching.

They had a good grasp of the time, and by noon they were already in the quarry area. Tom heard the sound of metal striking stones in the distance, as if someone was working there, and he was puzzled. Theoretically, the quarry belonged to Percy Hamley, Count of Charling, but the king had authorized the Abbey of Pont Royale to quarry stones to build the cathedral. Perhaps the Earl of Percy intended to mine the stones at the same time as the abbey for his own benefit, Tom thought. The king probably did not explicitly forbid him to do so, but it would cause a lot of inconvenience.

As they got nearer, Otto, the dark-skinned and rude-mannered quarryman, heard the noise, and frowned, but did not speak. The rest of the people turned their heads and ears uneasily. Tom pretended to be nonchalant, but quickened his pace, eager to figure out what was going on.

The road passes through a forest path and makes a big bend to the foot of a mountain. The whole mountain is a quarry, and a large area of the mountain has been cleared by former quarrymen. Tom's first impression was that it was easy to mine; It is better to quarry from a mountain than from a pit, because it is easier to move the stone down from a high place than to lift it up from a low place.

There's someone working on the quarry, that's fine. At the foot of the hill was a shed, along the side of the hewn hill there was a sturdy scaffolding more than twenty feet high, and a pile of stones ready for luck. Tom saw at least ten miners. Puzzled, two fierce-looking armed soldiers stood guard outside the shed, boredomly throwing stones at a wooden barrel. Who are you," she said.

(End of chapter)