On the painting boat outside Yangzhou, there is a bald guy who is very cute. 卐miscellaneousの志の虫卐

Because he looks very cute, so very cute, those distinguished guests, have thrown a lot of silver to this little guy, so he mixed very well, although this little guy is young, but very sophisticated.

When he saw Tang Zhangwei and Tang Xizong, he knew that they were nobles.

When the little bastard saw Princess Suining and Fei Xuechun, who were dressed as men, he saw through them at a glance that they were women.

However, this little guy didn't expose them, because in this Yangzhou City, the hidden dragon and crouching tiger, if the little guy talks too much, not only will he not be able to get rich, it is likely that he will not even be able to save his own life.

"The big bait is here!" Sonoran smiled at Jetami and said jokingly.

The boat was pulled onto a gravelly beach and then lifted to a clearing in the middle of a dense oak forest. Apparently, the place had been in use for many years, and the ground was littered with logs, planks, and sticks. There was a stove in front of a large slope, and a lot of wood had been piled up there for so long that it had begun to rot. The people who work are concentrated in several areas, and in these areas there is a ship that has been built to different stages.

The boat they had taken was lowered to the ground, and the newcomers hurried to the stove to keep warm. Others put down their work and joined them. In a cooker made of hollowed-out logs, tea was steaming. Stones for heating were piled up by the hearth.

The cooking utensils for boiling water are very well utilized, and water is constantly added to them. After drinking it a few times, turn the log over to clear the remaining tea residue and brew new tea. There is always tea in the cooker, and whenever you want to drink it, you will get it, and there are always stones in the fire that can be used to heat the water when it is cold. After a few more jokes about the bride and groom, the men put down their cups made of wood or plant fibres and went back to their jobs, and Sonoran was taken to do the most basic job of shipbuilding—logging, which was a manual and unskilled task.

Jodala had been talking to Carono, the leader of La Mudo, about his favorite topic, the boat. At this moment, he was asking the question of what kind of wood would make a good ship.

Carlo was very fond of the topic and the interest of this bright young man in shipbuilding. He explained with gusto:

"Green oak is the best, the wood is tough, bendable, and not sinking. But it loses its flexibility when it dries, but it can be cut down in the winter and left in the pond for a year or two. When the trees are soaked in water, it will be difficult to do the work, and the boat will not necessarily be able to maintain balance in the water. But the most important thing is to choose the right wood. Carlo said as he walked into the woods.

"Looking for a big tree?" Jodala asked.

"It's not just the size. I make a tall tree with a straight trunk for the bottom of the boat and the boat gang. "Carlo led Chodala into a dense forest." In dense forests, trees grow tall to get sunlight. ”

"Jodala!" Hearing Sonoran's voice, Jodala looked up in surprise. He and a few others were standing around a large oak tree. The great oak tree was surrounded by a number of tall and straight trees, and the upper part of their trunk had only grown branches. "It's a pleasure to meet you! Brother, I want your help. You know, I can't get married if I can't build a new ship, and this tree," he said, pointing to the big tree, "it's perfect for shipbuilding, and I want to cut it down to make an outer board, but you see it's too tall!" I couldn't imagine that a tree could grow so tall - it would take me a lifetime to cut down this tree, brother, and by the time I could get married, I would be an old man.

Jodala laughed and shook her head. "The outer plates are the thick plates that make the hull of a big ship, and if you want to be a Shamudo, you have to know the wood.

I'm going to be Shamuda. I'll leave some boats for Lamoudo. I'm good at hunting antelopes, and I've hunted wild goats on the plateau before. Will you help? We need all the help we can find. ”

If I don't want poor Jetami to become an old woman, I'll have to help. And it will be interesting to see how it is done," said Jodara, then turning to Carlo and repeating in Salamucho, "come and help me cut down the tree first, and then talk slowly."

Carlo smiled and nodded. Then he took a few steps back; Look at the shards of bark that the first axe cut off. It would take a long time to bring down the giant tree, and when it was about to fall, all the people would gather around.

They slashed diagonally down from above, then horizontally inward at the lower level, until the two joined together and small pieces of wood flew everywhere. The stone axe does not cut deeply, and the back of the axe must have a certain thickness to be strong, but it cannot cut deep into the wood. In their own way, they slowly slashed towards the center of the tree, which looked more like gnawing on the tree, little by little, but each axe did cut deeper and deeper into the center of the old tree.

Finally, by the time Sonoran took an axe, it was getting dark. The workers gathered around the tree, and at last he cut a few more axes, and when he heard a cracking sound and the thick tree shook, he jumped away. The towering tree began to fall slowly, then abruptly, at an accelerated rate. The big tree tore off the branches of the surrounding trees, brought the small trees down with them, and finally fell to the ground with a thunderclap, smashing everything that stood in its way. It bounced off the ground for a moment, then lay on the ground and stood still.

There was a dead silence in the forest, and the birds stopped singing, as if to show deep respect for it. The towering tree had been cut down and separated from its roots, dragging a deep furrow in the dirt near it, and Dolando knelt quietly beside the stump with deep respect, and then he dug a small hole in the ground with his hands and placed an oak tree in it.

Holy Mudo, please accept our prayers and give life to another tree here. With that, he buried the seed with soil and poured a glass of water on it.

The sun finally set below the foggy horizon, but it was still full of red glow. People began to walk back along the trail. By the time they reached the harbor, the color of the sky had changed from gold to bronze, and then from red to lilac. As they reached the jutting rock, Chodala suddenly noticed a gorgeous view all around him, and he stopped. He took a few more steps towards the cliff, watched with all his body and soul, and immediately noticed the huge drop. The Great Mother River is full of water and flows quietly and calmly. The surface of the river reflects the ever-changing sky and the shadows of the mountains that surround it, and its oil-smooth surface comes alive as the river flows.

(End of chapter)