Laizi is a carpenter from Zhengjia Village. His name is Zheng Genbao. He is an authentic craftsman.

A skilled carpenter has been passed down to several generations, but by the time he was in his hands, he was lonely.

It's not that his craftsmanship is poor, but that the overall social environment cannot support craftsmen. After years of war, the people's power has been nearly exhausted. They are all struggling to have a full meal. Who cares about tables, chairs, benches and other furniture.

Zheng Changsheng drew the blueprint and handed it to Zheng Genbao: "Uncle Genbao, can you make it?"

The old patriarch's gaze shifted from Zheng Changsheng to Zheng Genbao, his eyes looking extremely eager.

His hope is now placed on Zheng Genbao. If Zheng Genbao says he can't do it, then he wants to die and will definitely collapse.

Zheng Genbao looked at the drawings for a long time, gestured with his hands, and stammered: "I, I, I have no problem, I can make it, and I will wrap it up for my uncle. How many do you want to make?"

Patriarch Hu Lao covered his chest with his hands and let out a deep breath. He wanted to slap him and make Zheng Genbao's mouth twist.

This stammering problem and breathing heavily when speaking would scare a person to death.

Zheng Changsheng did some calculations and found that the minimum is ten. Anyway, the more the better. As long as the pulleys can be stringed and moved, the more the pulleys, the easier it will be.

"Uncle Genbao, let's make a hundred of them first. Once done, we can divide them into several groups and hoist the stone piers and slabs separately. This will also speed up the progress of the project."

The old patriarch felt extremely comfortable now. Brother Sheng said that this "pulley block" could be hoisted, so it must be possible, and he regained his former energy.

He glared: "Hurry up and clean up your affairs and do what Brother Sheng said."

When Zheng Genbao saw the old patriarch speaking, he turned around and ran home without even farting.

In Zhengjia Village, the old patriarch is the authority, and his words are the "imperial edict". Who dares to disrespect the respected old patriarch?

Then the blacksmith Zheng Guang was called by the old patriarch and arranged to build the iron hooks under the wooden pulleys and the detachable I-frame for fixation.

The bamboo craftsman One-eyed Dragon Zheng Changfa was also called in to organize people to weave strong and durable hemp ropes.

As the old patriarch issued orders one after another, the people of Zhengjia Village got busy.

The dark clouds that had just hung over everyone's hearts seemed to have slowly dissipated, and people were laughing again.

Everyone believes in the old patriarch, and the old patriarch completely believes in Zheng Changsheng. He is indeed a child prodigy who can read and write. The ancestor of my Zheng family has manifested his spirit. This is it.

The old patriarch was so happy that he ate up the bowl of fatty meat slices, plus a large bowl of rice and a bowl of egg drop soup.

After burping several times, the old patriarch Fang put down the chopsticks in his hands and smiled with satisfaction, his mouth missing his front teeth was big enough to stuff a big white-noodle steamed bun.

It is true that the people's hearts moved together. Under the unified command of the old patriarch, the simple-minded mountain people performed their duties and soon everything Zheng Changsheng needed was ready.

Four tripods made of mountain bamboo were erected at the bottom of the ditch and fixed. Then Zheng Changsheng had people assemble the pulleys and string them together with braided thick hemp ropes.

Zheng Changsheng was completely speechless, so he just moved. No one could get the static pulley and stringing work right.

But we can’t blame them. Where have they come into contact with the knowledge of physics and mechanics?

They can't even write their own names. It's a fantasy for them to understand that the more rope segments in contact with the moving pulley, the easier it will be.

Well, do it yourself.

Under the watchful eyes of all the Zhengjiacun clan members, Zheng Changsheng strung the rope.

The old patriarch, who was anxiously scratching his head just now and couldn't string the rope, opened his mouth wide and his eyes were round. Oh my god, in his eyes, the complicated ropes were going around the wheel, and he almost couldn't.

Didn't stun him.

But in Zheng Changsheng's hands, it was as easy as threading a needle and thread, and it was done quickly.

When the stone pier weighing two to three thousand kilograms was hung on the pulley, Zheng Changsheng gave one end of the rope to Xiao Qi and said with a joking smile: "Xiao Qi, come on!

Pull up the stone pier for everyone to see and let everyone know that our family also has strong men who can carry the cauldron, and we are also a strange woman with infinite strength!"

Xiaoqi was shy and excited, but also disbelieving and anxious. In short, she was extremely conflicted inside.

The young master's little hands were smooth and warm, and she felt a burst of excitement in her heart. She was so excited. Why did the young master believe in her so much?

She was so tired and sweating profusely when carrying a bucket of water that she had to rest three times before carrying it to the kitchen.

This is a large stone pier weighing several thousand kilograms! How could such a weak woman lift it?

She felt that everyone's eyes were focused on her. The young master was so naughty, and she felt anxious in her heart.

However, looking at Zheng Changsheng's encouraging eyes, she seemed to feel a little comforted. She should believe the young master's words. Somehow, she had a vague and blind confidence in the young master's invention.

The young master said that if you can pull it up, then you can definitely pull it up. No matter what, it's embarrassing.

She closed her eyes and used all her strength to shout "Hey!"

There was a pop, my foot slipped, and I fell into a squat.

She exerted too much force and suddenly sat on the ground.

"Wow!" the crowd roared.

Why are you so fat? Xiao Qi opened her eyes in confusion.

Well, the rope was still holding on in her little hands, but the stone pier weighing several kilograms had been hung high, swaying slightly in the air, as if it was laughing at her squatting.

"Young Master, I succeeded, I really pulled up Shi Dun." Xiao Qi screamed, so excited that her face turned red and her neck thickened.

Xiao Qi couldn't believe her eyes. Could this be a dream? She bit her arm hard.

Ugh, it hurt so much that tears fell from my eyes.

This is true, it’s actually true, I can easily pull up a huge boulder. Wow haha!

Looking at Xiao Qi who was crying and laughing, Zheng Changsheng had a strange smile on his face,

She couldn't help but shake her head: "This girl is probably dumbfounded, right?"

Not only Xiao Qi was dumbfounded at the scene, the old patriarch, Fang Keqin and others were all dumbfounded.

When the old patriarch came back to his senses, he still couldn't believe his eyes. It was just as Brother Sheng said, it was easy for a three-year-old naughty boy to lift a thousand kilograms of oxen.

He believed that the pulley designed by Zheng Changsheng could lift the boulder, but he did not expect it to be so easy.

It was so easy that even a weak girl like Xiao Qi could pull it up. He originally wanted to arrange more hands to pull it up, but now it seems that his idea is so inappropriate.

Fang Keqin murmured to himself: "A miracle, this is a miracle."
Chapter completed!