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Chapter 314 House Collapse

There are still twelve days until winter begins.

After breakfast, the tribe got busy again.

Zi'an took a batch of wooden rulers that had been made overnight from the carpenter and walked up to Li Mosi.

"Master, I'm returning to the manor."

Li Mosi nodded.

Watching Zi'an and his group leave, he stroked his chin.

I wonder how the clothes are coming along at the manor.

Zi Mo and his group shouldn't have caused any trouble, right?

Around noon, in the courtyard of the Valos Manor residence.

ga-

Zi'an pushed open the courtyard gate and strode inside.

"Wow?"

"Elder?"

When the clansmen guarding the gate saw it was her, they quickly made way for her.

The courtyard was packed with people.

Zi Mo was weaving through the crowd, stopping every now and then to glance at how the things in the hands of the people were being made.

Hearing the noise at the door, he looked over.

"You're sewing clothes, not tying ropes, so don't wrap it up so many times."

"Ah, yes..."

Upon seeing Zi'an enter, Zi Mo pointed to a local resident holding leather and gave him a few words of advice before quickly going to greet him.

"Senior sister, what brings you here?"

Zi'an was stunned for a moment before realizing that he was calling her.

She never used that form of address when she spoke to Ziyi...

This left her speechless for a moment, and she subconsciously looked past Zi Mo and at the people in the courtyard.

A large number of the people were gathered here by Zimo.

Rolls of wool fabric and various cowhides and sheepskins were piled up in the corner.

"I divided them into groups."

Zi Mo followed her gaze and began to explain.

"Follow the method my master taught, which involves continuous processing, to handle the cloth and leather."

Zi'an nodded.

There were more than a dozen small teams in the courtyard, with each group forming a separate circle.

The group at the front held cut-out template fabric and charcoal strips, spread out the wool fabric, and drew lines directly on it.

The cloth with the lines drawn on it was pulled to the next group.

This group of people, holding scissors or daggers, cut directly along the black line.

stab-

The sound of sharp tools slicing through thick woolen cloth echoed throughout the yard.

The cut pieces of cloth were quickly distributed to the people behind them.

The people behind them took bone needles and thick thread, aligned the two pieces of cloth, and sewed them together with force.

"I don't know much about tailoring, but I don't have any problems watching them make these kinds of clothes for ordinary people."

Zi Mo stood next to Zi An and pointed to the people.

"Following my teacher's instructions, I set two universal sizes for them. Then I broke down each step: those who were drawing lines just drew lines, and those who were cutting just cut."

He pointed to a woman who was bending down to sew.

"Their movements are still a bit clumsy, but after working on it for the past two days, they're much faster than they were at the beginning."

Zi'an looked at the people under his command.

The leather cutter made a strange clicking sound as he sliced ​​the cowhide with his knife.

The person sewing the fabric bit the thread and pulled hard.

There was hardly any idle chatter in the entire courtyard.

The sounds of fabric rubbing and knives cutting mingled together, creating a bustling scene.

Zi Mo stood aside, watching the people whose movements were becoming increasingly skilled.

"With this arrangement, the progress is indeed faster than I expected."

My teacher's idea is indeed reasonable.

He turned to look at Zi'an, about to continue speaking.

collapse--

click -

A muffled sound suddenly came from the south, making him swallow his words.

The sound was very strange; it wasn't very loud, yet it could penetrate through all other sounds and reach their ears.

It immediately alerted people.

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The sounds of cutting and fabric rubbing in the yard vanished instantly.

The people stopped what they were doing and stood up like a flock of startled sheep, looking around. Some stood upright, while others hunched their shoulders. In the end, they all looked south.

Zi'an and Zi Mo's gazes, along with theirs, fell upon the row of newly built earthen houses in the southern part of the main courtyard.

As they watched, the house at the western end of the earthen house began to deform.

wow-

boom!

A series of sounds of earth collapsing and rocks falling were mixed with the screams of the people.

"It collapsed!"

"The house collapsed!"

"Get out of the way!"

Several villagers who were working in the south dropped what they were doing and ran frantically to the middle of the courtyard, while the other villagers also quickly ran a few steps away.

The flying dust drifted in all directions with the wind, and fell to the ground not far away.

The house built in the corner collapsed from one room into a pile.

Zi'an blinked.

Those were winter houses built by Farol and his men for the tribesmen who stayed here during the winter, at the behest of our late master.

Now, the roof of the house at the west end has completely collapsed, half of the wall has fallen to the ground, broken hay is scattered everywhere, and clay has been smeared directly on the ground.

"Should we move further away?"

"Do you still need to work?"

Hearing the voices of his subjects, Zi'an snapped out of his reverie.

"Stop right there!"

She yelled and instinctively took a step forward.

The loud sound exploded in the courtyard, making Zi Mo's ears ring.

"What are you doing? Why are you running?"

Zi'an's eyes swept over the running citizens, who lowered their heads under her gaze.

"Go back! Grab your things and get back to work!"

She knew what her late teacher had done.

We must make these accustomed, obedient subjects hear the commands!

These subjects were used to being ordered around by the nobles and were most accustomed to such forceful commands.

Upon hearing Zi'an's roar, they felt not only no fear, but also a sense of relief.

Since the lord has spoken, it means the matter is not serious.

The people quickly lowered their heads, obediently returned to their previous positions, picked up the fabric and scissors that had been thrown on the ground, and tidied up the messy scene.

stab-

The sound of tearing fabric rang out again, and although there was some panic, the rhythm quickly returned to normal.

Zi'an glanced at the crowd that had resumed their work.

"Zimo, I'll leave this place to you for now."

She pointed towards the earthen house.

"I'll go take a look."

How did this house collapse?!

"it is good."

Zi Mo nodded quickly twice.

Seeing the confusion and anxiety on Zi'an's face, he didn't say anything more.

Zi'an didn't wait for him to say anything more. After she finished speaking, she strode towards the pile of ruins.

The disciples who had been standing behind her for a long time quickly caught up.

Before Zi'an could even reach the ruins, Bohaji had already dashed out.

"Slow down, be careful something doesn't fall from above!"

Abel called out from behind.

"fine!"

Without turning his head, Bohaji stepped into the ruins, stepping on the clay and dry grass, and squatted down to start digging.

He dug into the wet clay with both hands, and the clay quickly covered his hands.

Zi'an stopped at the edge of the ruins, looking at Bohaji's actions with some confusion.

She still had a pretty deep impression of this guy.

It wasn't because of the strange rituals during the apprenticeship ceremony, of course.

She remembered that Bohaji was the second son of the house builders in Stern, and few people knew more about houses than him.

Bohaji turned sideways and dug around in the clay pile, finally pulling out a branch covered in clay.

ber~

"Mentor, look!"