Waste Strong Foundation

The sun has risen and set four times since Qi's craftsmen came back to live in the settlement.

In the early morning of this day, the sky turned pale, and a half-round bleak moon hung in the mountains.

Several wild horses with brown bellies held grass ropes in their mouths, and their horseshoes jumped on the ground, and the luggage tied to them swayed.

The horse driver with a wooden stick followed behind, ate a mouthful of mud before he could dodge, and couldn't help scolding "animals" twice.

There were nine carriages like this, a combination of a single horse and a two-wheeled cart, all piled up with things and covered with felt.

The people walking around the carriage painted red and white paint on their cheeks and chins, had two bone knives and poisonous arrows on their waists, and their eyes were full of fierce gleams.

Then there are two middle-aged men who are eating meat while driving on the road. A strip of linen cloth with red fish pattern on light gray background is hung on their shoulders. They walk leisurely, but their eyes are always watching the movement around them. The well-fed gray wolf ran back from a distance.

The line ends with dozens of rattan-basket-carrying slaves, men and women, with tattoos on their faces or backs of various origins, groaning to keep their attention.Their chapped and white lips are like extra parts of their faces, because the last time they ate was at noon two days ago.

This caravan belonged to the two brothers Shou and Yang of the Lianshan clan.

Merchants did not have a fixed residence, and they traded goods as well as people and animals.

The slightly shorter middle-aged man was Shou. He threw the uneaten meat and bones to the wolves and licked his lips. "Brother, we're almost here."

"You Qi's clay pots are getting worse and worse. If they don't have better things this time, I will definitely withhold some of the salt and slaves." Lian Shanyang narrowed his eyes and looked to the southeast, vaguely seeing a strange soil Wall, "Brother, what is that?"

"It's the city wall."

"City wall? It's still some way away from the Qi family. Besides, they don't know anything about architecture. Brother, have you forgotten that even the thatched cottage where their leader lives was built with the help of craftsmen brought by our brothers many years ago?" , changed pots and slaves."

"That's the city wall." Lian Shanshou beat the drums in his heart, pressed the driver's arm and jumped into the carriage, his field of vision expanded a lot in an instant.

The straight earth wall extends from the creek in the east to the edge of the forest in the west, as if a big city fell from the sky.

Lian Shanyang also jumped into a carriage, and seeing the wall getting closer, he hurriedly shouted: "Stop. Don't go any further!"

The wild horse that has just been tamed has a stubborn temper and is not willing to stop. Even if the driver whips and pulls, he still runs all the way towards the high wall.

The city wall, which is like a miracle given by God, is made of large rammed earth bricks arranged regularly.

The top is narrow, the foundation is wide, and the side view is an equilateral trapezoid with a steep slope.

A thick wooden column is erected every five steps to bear the load, and deep pits are dug in the corners of the walls and huge stones and trees are buried to prevent the walls from sinking and cracking.

There are two observation towers inside the city wall, and female warriors wearing fine linen skirts on each tower are concentrating on adjusting wooden bows and arrows.

Seeing someone coming, they didn't react at all, they polished the bone arrowhead on their own, and spoke a very fast strange language in their mouths.

"...God of Flame, what is going on here." The two brothers said in unison.

They recaptured the horses thirty paces from the wall--the horses could not go any further, and a deep ditch for the river's water had run round the wall.

Lian Shanshou was puzzled and ordered the slaves to pick up the luggage scattered along the road, and summoned up his courage to bring guards to investigate the situation in the city.

At least those few tall and beautiful female warriors had no intention of shooting arrows, and they even left him with a very harmless and innocent impression.

"We are a caravan passing by here, maybe there is something your leader is interested in, let us enter the city?" he shouted.

The players who took the task and stood guard in shifts thought that the plot task was triggered. Looking at the translated subtitles provided by the game panel, there was no sense of crisis, and they readily agreed.

Not long after, a corner of the unfinished stone city gate was spontaneously removed by the players, and the players handed over a long wooden plank and placed it horizontally on the deep ditch.

Seeing so many soldiers or pampered nobles, Lianshan Shouda was surprised and silently calculated the population of the entire city.

He roughly estimated that there were at least 800 people in the tribe. He left the caravan owner out of caution, patted his younger brother on the shoulder, and brought the two wolves into the city alone.

The linen strips draped over the shoulders fluttered in the wind, occasionally revealing the indigo double fish and frog pattern engraved on Lian Shanshou's shoulder blades.

The brothers had been looking for a city to cling to during the winter.

It's a pity that a strong, rich city that only needs to pay taxes and won't easily take advantage of his caravans is too difficult to find.

The royal city exists in the chats and dreams of the merchants around the campfire.

The rest live in the fabled big city as far away as nowhere to be found.

Lian Shanshou was full of calculations and walked slowly surrounded by the players who were too close.

Both sides were stared at naked and laughed inexplicably excitedly, and he didn't feel pressured as he advanced and retreated among the tribes with ease.

The city is very desolate, full of mud pits and weeds, the houses are sparse and scattered, and the number of people is much smaller than estimated.

The farmland is well-groomed, and the young shoots that are just sprouting are like a blanket covered with fluff. There are also two litters of rabbits and a few black pigs in the fence.

This made him a little disappointed, and at the same time he breathed a sigh of relief.

It's not a miracle.

As for the strange palace that occupied the original altar, it undoubtedly added a strange and profound atmosphere to the city.

He walked more and more slowly, stopped and stopped, and saw Qi's craftsman Ba ​​who was instructing four male warriors to build a pottery kiln, and he also saw the little priest with his back to him standing under the jujube tree holding a stone slab and counting yarrow on the right— —Hmph, divine divination!He doesn't believe this.

The rest of the craftsmen of the Qi family held rabbits and berries and followed the soldiers, talking flatteringly, even though they obviously had no time to pay attention.

The nine familiar faces confuse Lian Shanshou again.

It seems that people with the Qi family are not like captured slaves.

But this city, which took hundreds of strong labors to build a large-scale wall to enclose the land, is absolutely impossible to be born in the hands of the Qi family.

The reason is that the flat-bottomed pottery pots produced by the Qi family are quite poor in quality, and it often takes more than half a year for their brothers to sell them out after they buy them.

Those with clumsy fingers had Qi's craftsmen who didn't know how to build large buildings, let alone build a city wall of rammed earth and wood within a few months.

Suddenly, the warriors circling around him and his wolves murmured out of a twisting path.

The two wolves frowned, their green eyes widened stiffly, their backs arched and their forelimbs trembled, and they let out a low growl that was almost whimpering at the person coming.

Lian Shanshou's hair stood on end, and he raised his head slowly.

The man standing in front of him was so tall that he had to lift his neck to meet his gaze.

"Sir, my lord, I am the leader of the caravan. I wonder if you have anything you need? I can find it for you." His facial features subconsciously squeezed out a flattering expression, and he crossed his hands on his chest and rubbed each other's arms repeatedly. Goosebumps.

"Hmm." The man just woke up, his voice was hoarse and deep, he paused, and then said in a language he could understand: "Are there any seeds?"

Lian Shanshou nodded, "There are some lotus seeds, which will bloom in hot weather when planted in water, and the leaves are big and round. There are also some frozen hawthorns."

The man lazily hummed, as if he wasn't very satisfied—or he didn't care at all.

Lian Shanshou added: "Do you want salt? Linen? Cinnabar? Perilla? There is a new batch of slaves, do you intend to buy?"

"...Slave? Well, yes. Shang Yuan, tell him... well, we want to buy it."

Only then did Lian Shanshou realize that the man's hands were behind his back and grabbed a pair of white hands like clouds. The owner of the hands pressed almost his entire body weight on the man, and then slid down a little bit. If it wasn't for the help of a cub Support, probably will definitely not stand.

He heard rustling conversations in the crowd, looked down at his stained leather jacket, and felt embarrassed for a long time.

The author has something to say: A typo was corrected on the 26th.