Chapter 616: The Construction Team's Teaching

Dahong agreed readily, and after asking once more if there was anything else he could help with, he left immediately.

The Huaxia Construction Team was still working in full swing. The next day, Dahong indeed brought over a learning group of one hundred people—not one more, not one less, exactly one hundred. The age composition was also similar to what Fu Shuo had requested; the majority were prime-aged men, and all of them had experience in building houses. Only a dozen or so were younger, with some immaturity and greenness still visible on their faces.

Fu Shuo immediately took these people under his wing. After Dahong gave a final word of instruction, he left to busy himself with the harvest.

As for this group of one hundred trainees, Fu Shuo arranged for the members of the Construction Team to pick people group by group, then proceeded in the form of masters leading apprentices. Basically, three people watched over one, and then they continued the work.

As for those dozen or so youths, they had to do this grueling labor as well, because none of them were literate. In a situation where they didn't know a single character, wanting to learn house design and structural drawing was nothing but a pipe dream. It was better to let them learn from practice first, to see how a house was stacked up. In any case, Fu Shuo himself had come up that way; since he could succeed, there was no reason the people of the Xuanyuan Tribe couldn't.

Another boat had already set off for the territory of the Sishia Tribe. The process was the same as before, and the trade was conducted quickly. However, it was visible to the naked eye that many of the Sishia people were already showing symptoms of poisoning. The official responsible for the trade immediately formed his own judgment: the Sishia Tribe might be unable to continue much longer.

Judging by their current state, in another year or two, it was estimated that everyone would be deeply poisoned. Their labor force would weaken, their combat strength would decline, and if the Fire-Maker Clan attacked, the Sishia Tribe would absolutely have no way to resist.

However, there was no problem with trading another time or two. It just depended on whether the King was willing to give up this Sulfur Mine. As of now, Huaxia's sulfur reserves were already very large, and they were no longer anxious about the issue of sulfur. As far as Baifeng himself saw it, there was definitely a sulfur mine in the west; it just depended on whether his luck was good enough when the time came to find it.

By the time the fleet returned, the first round of harvesting work for the Xuanyuan Tribe had also come to an end. All the wheat had been completely harvested. The huge quantity of grain made Xuanyuan's confidence even stronger, and they would no longer be timid in doing things, able to act boldly. No wonder Huaxia could develop so quickly; it turned out that when there was enough grain to eat, one could be this arrogant.

The Construction Team had also finished the preliminary work, and all the planning was done. On the ground were lines of white, and those people sent by Dahong had now completely integrated into the Huaxia Construction Team.

At this time, there was no such thing as "young master syndrome" or "princess syndrome." Everyone was someone scraping a living in the wilderness. Even the Tribal Chief had to take the lead in carrying a Weapon to go hunting. How could an ordinary person have such an opulent life to live? Therefore, everyone was very tough and hardworking.

As of now, there was no one unsuitable for this line of work, because the current work didn't require much technical skill; it mainly involved putting in hard effort. Each master leading them also explained why they had to do things this way while working, and what the benefits were of doing so.

Each of them felt they had gained a great deal. After returning, Dahong randomly found people to ask if they had learned important things on the Construction Team. They all unanimously agreed that they had learned real skills, and now felt they were terrifyingly strong, capable of building houses on their own.

Afterward, Dahong did not break his word. When the tribesmen of the Xuanyuan Tribe were not very busy, he immediately mobilized the ox carts and manpower that could be used in Qingqiu City to quickly transport the building materials needed by Huaxia from the Matou to the construction site.

The boat, having unloaded its burden, was finally able to return to the city. Before leaving, they asked if there were any Xuanyuan tribesmen who wanted to go to Huaxia together, as they could ride the boat, but this was refused by Dahong. Because their tribe's management was relatively loose, they had no idea who was suitable to learn what. Therefore, they still hadn't selected the people who should be arranged to go to Huaxia to learn.

Regarding this, the fleet did not say anything more, and left the Xuanyuan Tribe directly to return and report.

At this time, Huaxia's wheat was also reaching the point of maturity. Everyone slowed down the work in their hands, ready at any time to rush to harvest the grain. After all, the wheat turning from green to yellow was truly a matter of one night.

However, the progress on Zhishou's side did not slow down at all. After all, how long Zhishou would stay here was an unknown; perhaps he was truly living comfortably today, but would have to take a boat back tomorrow. Therefore, the production and learning of musical instruments were still being worked on overtime.

However, because Changle was there, Zhishou was currently still full of enthusiasm, constantly revising and perfecting the notation method, while simultaneously recording the tunes he knew together with Changle and Chenshui.

As for why there was a Chenshui, it was because Chenshui actually had absolute pitch. After simply learning the notation, he was already able to accurately hear the pitch. Although he could be said to be completely unable to use the musical instruments at the moment, he was already able to assist Zhishou and Changle in recording the music.

The wheat harvest began, which also made Zhishou, who was strolling around during his break, feel a little shocked. The continuous line of wheat-pulling teams brought cart after cart of wheat from the fields back to the Threshing Ground. Then, those who were supposed to stack the wheat into piles did so, and those who were supposed to open up the wheat stalks and spread them out did so. After waiting for it to be spread into a circle on the Threshing Ground, the ox would pull the stone roller to begin crushing the wheat.

Zhishou was also very curious: why not cut the wheat ears off one by one, but bring them back together with the stalks? Wasn't this just adding to the workload?

No one specifically explained it to Zhishou. Zhishou could only find Changle. After all, as one of the successors of Huaxia, Changle should be very knowledgeable about these things.

Changle did not hide it from him; after all, the Xuanyuan Tribe should also be doing the same thing.

"Because we raise a lot of livestock. The oxen need to eat grass, and even dried wheat stalks are a food source for the massive herds of oxen in the Winter. Furthermore, wheat stalks crushed until they are very soft are good things for poor people to get through the Winter. They can sleep on the heated brick beds spread with wheat stalks; it's both soft and warm."

"Wheat stalks can also be used for cooking, which is much easier than chopping firewood. The firewood around Huaxia has already been mostly chopped down, and it can only be hauled from relatively far away. Although it doesn't require paying any price and can be chopped at will, compared to using wheat stalks, it is still too uneconomical."