It was uncomfortable. All the soldiers were uncomfortable. Since Yunting arrived in Bingzhou, they had never felt comfortable when they met Gao Shun, and they didn't even have much time to breathe. In the past, there were many rest time, but now, even a little time can be cherished. They hold a kind of mind that they only have once, and don't know if they have the next time.

Now, there are busy figures everywhere in the entire village, including soldiers and ordinary people. Everyone is filled with an optimistic and upward mentality. Driven by this mentality, everyone works very hard and does not have any laziness.

Because, in their eyes, what they saw was Gao Shun's practice. Every day and every time, no matter the scorching sun or the sunshine, they could see Gao Shun's figure as usual. Even the main general could carry a log, sweat the same sweat under the scorching sun like an ordinary soldier, and do the same thing. How could they have the intention of being lazy?

"General!" Several soldiers carrying various tools couldn't help but stand up straight when Gao Shun passed by, with a solemn expression and shouted in unison.

Gao Shun nodded lightly, no expression on his face appeared, and he was still serious. He hugged the log and moved his shoulders gently. On the two shoulders, a piece of leather and soft fabric were embroidered inside his clothes. Even though he had been preparing for it, a large piece of flesh on Gao Shun's shoulders had been worn off. The soft fabric could cause a stinging pain when touched on his head.

No one could notice his abnormality. Gao Shun's expression was like ice that never melted for thousands of years. It was very difficult to see something else on it. Even Gao Shun himself had long been used to it. Many times, he had forgotten how he smiled with the muscles on both sides of his cheeks.

"Concentrate on doing things." Gao Shundao, his tone was cold, and he carried the logs over the soldiers and walked forward.

"Yes." These young soldiers stuck out their tongues. They had long been familiar with General Gao's way of doing things, but when he walked past him, he could not resist the instinctive reaction of his body. As long as he saw Gao Shun, no matter how he was in the past, they would quickly enter a state of war, with their bodies tense and their spirits highly concentrated.

Some soldiers inhale and feel that the air is as cold as Gao Shun's cold tone, which penetrates the body. They relax, but it does not mean they are slacking off. They start to move the tools in their hands quickly.

Several people saw Gao Shun, stopped the work in their hands, and smiled and shouted, "General Gao!"

Gao Shun didn't say anything, looked at the people, nodded, and showed a smile on his face. To be honest, Gao Shun knew that his smile must be ugly now, but he still smiled. His cheeks were a little paralyzed at this moment because he didn't smile for a long time. Unfortunately, the soldiers behind him did not see Gao Shun's smile, otherwise he would be shocked to drop his chin.

A sound of piano came. Lu Qingcheng sat on the roof of a thatched hut. The guqin was placed flat on his knees, and his ten fingers gently stroked the strings. The slight sound of piano, with a thrilling sound, made the soldiers and the people who heard the sound of piano, suddenly disappear and their spirits became excited.

A song that is moving enough can affect a person's emotions and even determine his behavior. Therefore, in many major battles, there is a coach who beats drums and cheers, not only because the coach ends up in person, but also because of the intense drum sound, which can stimulate deep-seated things in the soldiers' bodies, mobilize their emotions, boost morale, and make them exude stronger combat power.

The same is true for Lu Qingcheng's piano music. In the Three Kingdoms, the profession of musicians is good at playing music with various instruments to increase various gains or debuffs to others. Now Lu Qingcheng uses his piano music to motivate his emotions so that the busy soldiers and people can complete their work better.

Lin Dou wiped sweat from wine, and accidentally got some mud spots on his forehead and cheeks. He had to stretch his arms higher and wiped them off with a piece of the sleeves of his clothes. There were already many spots on his sleeves, which were left after the wet soil was dried up. Not only were there a piece of the sleeves, but there were also some other parts of the robe. If people didn't know, they would think they were another naughty child playing with mud.

But Lin Doujiu is not playing with mud. He is pasting the wall. The mud mixed with water and yellow mud is pasting the wall. Once this soil is pasted, it will not fall off easily. After it is dried, it will become the earth wall of the house.

It's very simple, but this is the case at this time. If you use bricks to build a wall, you won't know how many times the cost is, and there will be too little time.

"This is a game. It's a unique feeling to build a house by yourself!" Lin Doujiu said to himself, and the wall-pasting tool in his hand began to sprinkle it freely, just like he practices swords on weekdays.

The sword dance will not be covered in mud, and it has a unique demeanor. Lin Doujiu forgot that the sword in his hand is not a sword in his hand, so he made himself mud and was in a mess.

"Since you like it so much, why not build a house by yourself?" In the yard, Meng Shenji focused on dealing with a wooden board in front of him, holding a knife in his hand. His arms were dancing quickly, and the knife was dazzling, and pieces of wood chips flew up. Gradually, the shape of a window appeared on the wooden board.

"I will build it again if I have time in the future!" Lin Doujiu smacked the mud in his lips, and only tasted the earthy smell in his mouth. So he "pop" a few times and quickly spitted several muddy spits. His whole face was bitter, because the earthy smell in his mouth did not dissipate with the spit out of the soil.

"This is called a game. I have played many games passed down from the AD. I built a house and used architectural drawings, and there was no sound of a bang. A house appeared! Damn, it doesn't take money to build a house, no time, no sweat?"

After saying that, without receiving a response from Meng Shenji, Lin Doujiu continued to speak on his own.

"But that's also because of technology. If they can have the current technology tree, wouldn't those Internet-addicted teenagers who are addicted to online games cry? Alas~ The wall they are covered in, even if the air leaks, they feel comfortable living there!"

After thinking about it, Lin Doujiu pulled out the sword beside him, stabbed it into the wall, and then pulled it out. After a few consecutive strokes, he nodded with satisfaction, saying that it was breathable!

(End of this chapter)

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