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The reconstruction of the temple is in full swing.

Thanks to the supplies and food from the last Qinshan meeting, the fishermen and monks did not have to split their labors, and they had to fish and look for wild vegetables that the monks could eat...

Using a clever device to lift large rocks with tree trunks is a trick that Song Chengjian is all too familiar with.

Song Chengjian taught fishermen free of charge how to use oyster shells and shells to calcine lime powder and bake bricks...

Without thinking about the follow-up, they told others about their practices, or other merchants knew about them.

Song Chenghou originally sold the method to Jiang Xinyu to offset the ransom lent...

I didn’t expect this method to be kept secret forever, but compared to mining, forging from limestone...

Less transportation costs and raw material costs.

As long as this method is done by people, it is impossible to guarantee that it will always be kept secret.

If the Jiang family is smart, they should source materials nearby, produce at the nearest seaside, and expand the scale...

By controlling costs and lowering prices, we seize the market.

The fishermen didn't seem to think that much.

Their ancestors lived in huts or boats, not because they didn't want to live on land.

It’s just the cost of building a house. Even the trees on the mountain cannot be cut down at will. Limu Mountain cannot be moved. The mines are controlled by the mining owners and the cave people...

Now that there is a simple way, they can live in brick houses without having to rebuild their houses every time a typhoon passes...

Couldn't be more grateful.

The monks were thin and were originally the main force in building the temple, but the Song family and fishermen were considerate and asked them to help organize the site...

In just one day, the scene has begun to take shape.

A lot of earthy yellow bricks were fired.

The ruins of the temple collapsed and were cleared.

The lying Buddha statue was arranged by Song Chengjian and hung up with good wood.

The fishermen built four walls around it.

Worried about being exposed at night, he vacated the tent left by the Jiang family and put it over the head of the Buddha statue.

When I got up early the next day, the morning breeze blew the tent aside, and the morning light shone obliquely on the top of the Buddha statue...

Solemn and solemn.

The abbot and his disciples all knelt down and began to recite morning prayers.

The fishermen and fisherwomen who got up early kneeled down and prayed devoutly.

Some of them may not have faith, but what they have experienced in the past month...

Encountered by a typhoon that has only occurred once in decades, their family members were kidnapped, but they were unharmed. They were all alive and well, and could rebuild their homes...

If not blessed by a spiritual god, what else could it be?

The beach became lively again with the sounds of children playing.

Because of the large number of people and the great strength, Song Chengjian commanded it well, and the main hall where the Buddha statue was located was capped off the next day.

People cheered and worked hard to restore the temple's wing rooms, backyard, etc. one by one.

When it got dark, everyone was exhausted and returned to the tent.

"That's great, we're going to have a family!"

Some fishermen lamented.

There was only slight snoring around them, and most people were awake, with slightly red eyes and silent moisture.

The huts and boats of the past were just shelters, never homes.

Now, there is a place on land that is sheltered from the wind and rain, and will not be blown away by typhoons. A place where the family can be together...

If not home, what is it?

In the Song family's tent, Wen Shishi ran around all day and slept covered in sweat.

His snoring was actually louder than his brothers.

"Simply!"

Lao Liu was woken up and couldn't help complaining, "You are so young, how tired are you, snoring so loudly?"

Song Chenghou curled his lips and did not answer.

The third child slept so deeply that Wen Shishi covered him without even noticing.

During this time when we were feeling sorry for our sister, no one could care about it, and specially took her to play with the fishermen's children...

My intention was to accompany one person, but with the addition of the novice monk, I had to accompany a large group of people.

Worried about them bumping into each other, worried about them running into the water, and not being able to sit down for a moment.

Lao Liu had a sensitive nose and stood up to check. Sure enough, he saw that Wen Shishi's lower body was soaked...

Without complaining anymore, he patiently lifted the person up and prepared to scrub outside...

Song Chenghou heard the noise and rolled to the side to prevent the urine stains from the third child from staining him.