The next day, Duan Sicheng led his clansmen to come early in the morning, but the people who were still indignant yesterday looked excited today, and even the sullen Duan Xiaojun couldn't help but join in the fun.

The misunderstanding has been resolved, and the ancestor is willing to guarantee it, and promises that the officials and soldiers will give a high reward. This time, in addition to all the men from yesterday, there are also many young girls involved, and this one more person can receive an extra salary, and everyone who hears it wants to try their luck.

After Duan Sicheng's recommendation, Chongzhen was quite interested in one of the young men named Duan Xiaogang, who was not only proficient in masonry and carpentry, but also had some blacksmith skills at hand, and was a craftsman in the village. In addition, there are still ten rough craftsmen, all of whom are young people with small characters, and Chongzhen is all classified as craftsmen without exception.

When Duan Sicheng, Duan Xiaogang and others came to the mountain pass, there were countless people from Datong Mansion walking out of it, and when they saw Chongzhen, they all stopped and bowed, and said goodbye to Long Live Lord with a pure Datong accent.

The reason why he concealed his true identity from Duan Sicheng was to abandon the common etiquette and want to better communicate with the people below.

Chongzhen glanced at Duan Sicheng with some meaning, and saw that there was no panic and surprise on his face, and he had already guessed it.

Anyway, it's better to use this trick less in the future, it's really embarrassing.

Handing over the sketch in his hand to Duan Xiaogang, who was standing respectfully, Chongzhen pointed his finger in front of him and said, "I plan to set up a base here, and the shape will be shown on the sketch for you, what to do, you think about it." ”

Before leaving, Duan Xiaogang received the guidance of his ancestors, tried his best to maintain his inner thoughts, and took the sketch steadily, but when he heard the word "I", he couldn't help but tremble.

"Xiao Gang, have you heard your majesty's words clearly?" Duan Sicheng said, pressing Duan Xiaogang's left shoulder with his hand.

"Hear me!" Duan Xiaogang quickly glanced at the sketch, then measured the size with his feet around alone, stayed in place and thought for a while, then returned to Chongzhen, bowed his head and said: "Back to Your Majesty, if you want to build a solid stone, it is better to use blue bricks to cover the wall and use three layers of soil to ram it." ”

"Oh? Let's hear it. ”

After Duan Xiaogang's explanation, Chongzhen learned that in order to build this bunker, in addition to a large number of green bricks, in order to ensure its solidity, it is still necessary to prepare a glutinous rice mortar to bond from it. However, green bricks are easy to find, and they can be obtained by demolishing abandoned villages and buildings in the county, but this glutinous rice mortar is difficult to do.

As the name suggests, glutinous rice mortar is made by mixing glutinous rice juice with mortar, and the proportion of glutinous rice is not low.

It would be unwise to use a large amount of food to build a wall, which is not wise in the current situation. If you switch to ordinary pure stone mortar, the hardness will be greatly reduced, which is obviously inappropriate considering that the pillbox must have a certain ability to resist shelling.

Therefore, Duan Xiaogang's suggestion is to settle for the next best thing and use Sanhe soil ramming instead to replace glutinous rice mortar.

The configuration of the triple soil is simple, mixed with lime and loess in the proportion of four or six to form a kind of gray soil, and then supplemented by river sand gravel filling, these three basic materials can be said to be everywhere in Shanxi.

However, the triple soil needs to be tamped and compacted layer by layer to become firmly bonded, which will require a lot more manpower and construction time than the use of glutinous rice mortar.

Rao is after the next generation, Chongzhen still heard it in the clouds, and couldn't help but sigh, this is the importance of craftsmen. He immediately agreed to Duan Xiaogang's proposal and said, "If you need anything, I only have one request, and it must be completed within three days." ”

Such a difficult task made Duan Xiaogang hesitate, people said that there was no joke in the army, if he messed up, it would be a serious crime to kill his head, but seeing that the old ancestor was staring at him tightly, he had to grit his teeth and agree: "Three days is three days!" ”

"Good!"

Chongzhen waited for his words, and while saying yes, he looked at the craftsmen around him with praise in his eyes, and then said to Duan Sicheng: "If this matter is done well, it should be the help of destroying the enemy, and you will be rewarded for meritorious deeds after the war." ”

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

At this time, Meng Chai walked out of the barracks, followed by four full soldiers, carrying a large box together.

After Meng Chai finished speaking, Chongzhen nodded and said: "The grain sent by the elder has been counted, and this box is the silver money I bought for the grain, and I will calculate whether it is enough." ”

"Alas, where is Your Majesty, it is the duty of our good citizens to contribute to the court, and this silver cannot be collected, and it cannot be collected."

"Everything here will be handed over to the overseer of the elderly." After Chongzhen finished speaking, he left with Meng Chai and the soldiers, Duan Sicheng opened the lid of the box and saw that it contained at least 1,000 taels of silver, and the rice grain he sent this time was only more than 200 stones.

"What are you doing stupidly!" Seeing His Majesty walking away, Duan Sicheng said sharply to the juniors.

The white silver taels were dumbfounded for everyone to see, Duan Xiaogang grunted and swallowed his saliva, weird, so much silver, how much mother-in-law is enough?

Chongzhen's very sincere actions completely aroused the enthusiasm of the people of Duanjiazhuang Village, and under the personal supervision of Duan Sicheng, all the villagers were fully engaged in the construction of the fortifications, and in just one morning, Duan Xiaogang and the rest of the craftsmen built the wooden frame of the bunker.

The camp was also in full swing, the grain transporters stationed here were sent to various places nearby, demolishing the vacant houses and bringing back the bricks and stones, and the full army of Mengchai was also not idle, and Chongzhen sent some to the county seat for other purposes.

However, just in the afternoon, at the beginning of Shen, a strange thing suddenly happened that aroused Chongzhen's vigilance.

A few people fainted while transporting sand, and then dozens of people coughed, all of which came from the people who escorted the grain and grass.

The "Great Plague", a ghost creature that frightened countless people, quietly came together with the spring of all things after several months of dormancy in the cold winter.

Chongzhen sent Meng Chai to quickly recall Sun Xuanhuai, who had been going for more than half a day, and before going to confirm the situation in person, he ordered his subordinates to immediately cut the excess clothes, and then tied them to the face with a long cloth to cover their mouth and nose.

"Your Majesty, is it possible that the wind evil has invaded the body?" Sun Xuanhuai, who hurried back, asked after tying up the long cloth.

"This is not a trivial matter, and it must not be careless."

At present, all the soldiers and civilians are forcibly tied up their mouths and noses at the request of Chongzhen, which in Sun Xuanhuai's opinion, is a bit of a fuss from His Majesty.

Seeing the soldiers take away the suspected sick people one by one and turn them to other places, among them there was a face of the people, Chongzhen looked a little familiar, but he couldn't remember anything.

Deng San lay flat on the wooden plank, and in a trance he could feel that he was moving, his hot forehead made him unable to think normally, and his throat was itchy and painful, and he wanted to cough but couldn't.

"This.... yes, what's wrong. Deng San muttered.

When the full soldier who carried the plank heard the sound, he only glanced down, and suddenly his soul was scattered, and his hands loosened, and Deng San fell to the ground.

"Blood..... Blood! Man Bing pointed to the corner of his eye and shouted to Chongzhen in the distance, Sun Xuanhuai was shocked when he heard it, and his eyes were bleeding.... This is a "pimple plague".