The construction site in full swing suddenly became deserted, which made the villagers who were used to coming here to eat in a big pot every day really unbearable.

The wife of the Zheng family is a very willing person, and one bite of that big fat piece of meat will make you want to be full.

But now no matter how I eat it, it all tastes the same, tasteless and tasteless.

The road had been built, but it got stuck when it reached the small stone bridge.

This small stone bridge has gone through several generations and has witnessed the rise and fall of Zhengjia Village.

In the end, after a flash flood, nothing remained, and even the piers supporting the stone bridge were washed away without a trace.

The strong men in the village who quarried mountains and quarried stones polished pieces of bluestone and piled them on the roadside.

Moreover, there are four huge stone piers that have been chiseled and polished smooth.

But how to install the bridge piers and those bluestone slabs that weigh several kilograms in place is a headache.

If something weighs several kilograms, dozens or hundreds of young men can easily lift it.

The key point now is to install these, there is no place to borrow power, not even a place to stand.

Who can lift these heavy stones? The construction site is helpless.

The old patriarch suffered from toothache, and his red and swollen cheeks were bulging.

My lips slurp every time I speak, it hurts, it really makes me want to cry without tears.

The Lord County Lord's speech is coming soon, and the construction period he promised will also come to an end.

How can this not make people angry? At first, the county magistrate said that an arch bridge could be built to allow people to cross, so that people could get off mule carts.

But I didn’t know where the confidence came from, so I insisted on building a strong and durable stone bridge that could pass two carriages.

Now it seems that this is so fucking inappropriate for me to make things difficult for myself.

His son Zheng Dahu tried to get to the bottom, but accidentally broke his leg, which added a chill to the already solemn construction site.

Getting angry

Zheng Changsheng trotted to the construction site kitchen for dinner as usual after school.

He threw his schoolbag away, and Xiao Qi took it and put it aside.

"Mom, I'm hungry."

Li Xiuying put her mind away and watched her son running, panting and flushed, and said lovingly: "Good luck, my son has worked hard in studying. Xiao Qi will bring out the meal prepared for the birth brother."

Braised pork ribs with radish, this is what he requested.

Wash the juicy winter radish and cut it into pieces, add the pork ribs and stew them in the pot for several hours, and the fragrance will spread out for miles.

Zheng Changsheng, served by Xiao Qi, ate big mouthfuls, not to mention how delicious it was.

Emotions are contagious. Zheng Changsheng, who was eating happily, found that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

This time of day is the peak time for everyone to eat. The young and old in the village come to eat happily and with laughter.

But today, the kitchen is deserted.

What is going on? Why is there no smile on everyone's face? Why does the old patriarch look like he is mourning for his concubine?

Even the smile on my mother's face disappeared. If I hadn't come back to add a little joy to my mother, there would have been a layer of frost on my mother's face.

There was a bowl of fatty meat slices placed in front of the old patriarch, but he didn't bother with chopsticks. Instead, he kept drinking the turbid wax wine, apparently to drown his sorrows.

"Xiao Qi, what's going on? Everyone looks unhappy. What happened?" Zheng Changsheng asked in a low voice while eating.

"Master, don't you know? In order to install the bridge piers, Uncle Dahu of the old patriarch's family accidentally broke his leg when he went down to the bottom of the ditch. Now the patriarch and the elders are worried about how to install the bridge piers."

Xiao Qi glanced at the frowning old patriarch, then leaned close to Zheng Changsheng and whispered in his ear.

Zheng Changsheng was surprised. The wisdom of ancient Chinese people must have been extraordinary. They could build the Great Wall. Stones weighing several thousand kilograms could be carried up the mountain. How could this small stone pier be difficult to build?

The wisdom of the ancient Chinese was very high, and there was no shortage of skilled craftsmen.

But that is at the national level. If it were placed in the Ministry of Industry of the imperial court, this should be a trivial matter.

But if you put it in front of these illiterate rough guys in Zhengjia Village, it would be a task even more difficult than climbing to the sky.

They can't use all their strength, but even if they can't use it all, you have to have a foothold, and you have to have a place to move up and down.

It is too difficult to build a bridge over a ravine that is more than ten meters wide and more than three meters deep.

Just trying to place those four huge stone piers in place is enough to make it difficult for people to do anything in front of them.

Master Fang Keqin was also invited over by the old patriarch. In the eyes of everyone, Master is the most knowledgeable person.

In the eyes of the villagers in Zhengjia Village, he represents wisdom.

If even he couldn't do it, then the construction of the stone bridge would have to be abandoned.

But once he gives up, once he fails to complete it, the old patriarch will be in trouble.

He had sworn it in front of the county magistrate, but now he couldn't finish it on time and with quality and quantity.

I don’t know if I can escape the jail sentence, but a slap in the face is indispensable.

With the old patriarch's body and bones, how could he still be alive if he was hit with a plank?

Fang Keqin also frowned and clicked his tongue.

If you ask him to talk about Confucian classics and impart the subtle words and great meanings of saints, he can talk non-stop for three days and three nights.

But if you ask him to engage in infrastructure construction, it's a bit of a rush.

As the so-called profession requires specialization, no matter how much you care about your family, country, and world, and no matter how concerned you are about the sufferings of the people, if you don't have the ability in this area, it will be useless.

Master Fang Keqin's expression and smacking of the tongue made everyone feel cold.

It's over, it's over now.

If the master can't handle the matter, who else can handle it? The old patriarch's plan will never go away. It is estimated that Dahu will prepare for his father's funeral.

Pessimism has infected everyone like a plague.

Some of them were already crying. The old patriarch picked up the wine bowl, drained the turbid wax wine in one gulp and said with a smile: "It seems that God's will is such that I will not be able to escape."

He stood up, put his hands behind his back, and walked towards home. His back was extremely lonely, which made people feel sad.

"Grandpa Patriarch, maybe we can solve it with a pulley set." Zheng Changsheng suddenly spoke up at this time.

The old patriarch paused, turned around suddenly, and ran to Zheng Changsheng in a few steps. He eagerly grabbed his little hand and asked, "Can Brother Sheng solve it?"

Although he didn't understand what the pulley Zheng Changsheng was talking about, he was still ecstatic, as if Zheng Changsheng was his last life-saving straw.

Zheng Changsheng looked at the excitement of the old patriarch and nodded vigorously: "The patriarch gave me a book that said that using pulleys for heavy objects can save effort. A three-year-old naughty boy can easily lift a thousand kilograms of oxen."
Chapter completed!