If you don't farm, you'll be killed. [Apocalyptic] BL MTL

141-150

Chapter 141

After saying goodbye, Xia Chen became concerned about the name of the city he had just chosen. The names have already been given and cannot be used.

　Between hanging the plaque and carving the words, Xia Chen hesitated for a long time. Finally, on a whim, he asked his family Zi Jian if he could use a sword to carve words on the stone.

　After receiving a positive answer, Xia Chen saw with his own eyes that Wen Shu was holding a sword in one hand and climbing up the city wall with the other. The sword light was swimming and his toes connected with each other on the outer wall. Even the ladder was not used. Big characters are so awesome that they have no friends.

　This scene was seen from a distance by many residents of the outer city who had not been recruited. Afterwards, word of mouth spread, and many people went outside the city wall to see the sharp and imposing three characters.

　In the past, although the outer city was divided into outer city, the original villagers talked about Qinghe Village, but those residents of the outer city did not have a unified statement.

　Now everyone knows that the city they are working hard to build is called Wangxiang City, and all of them will be citizens of Wangxiang City.

　This made them more motivated to work, their wandering hearts gradually stabilized, and they gradually developed a stronger and stronger sense of belonging to this new city.

　At the end of May, the first batch of green bricks and tiles came out of the kiln. To Xia Chen's expectation, the tiles were burned beautifully. After all, the bricklayer had been short of tiles for decades, and the green bricks were unexpectedly very good. No worse than the fine green bricks their family bought to build their house.

　When Xia Chen asked, the bricklayer explained to Xia Chen with some hidden pride that it was his youngest son who was only seventeen or eighteen years old who was staring at the bricks.

　He originally had three sons, and they all learned the art of making tiles from him. The first two were all good at making tiles, but the younger son was the only one who liked to run around and mess around in various workshops and kilns.

　It was a pity that his two eldest sons died of starvation or illness one after another while migrating with Colonel Luo and his party, leaving only his younger son who was not doing his job well by his side.

　When Xia Chen recruited craftsmen, in order to earn more wages, the bricklayer also enrolled his son. He thought that his son knew the basic knowledge, and at worst he would pay more attention to it and let his son learn quickly.

　Unexpectedly, Xia Chen directly assigned the father and son to the same place and asked them to try to build a brick kiln to bake bricks. The young bricklayer said that he had seen others firing bricks and wanted to give it a try.

　The craft of bricklaying is passed down from ancestors. When I was little, I remembered how to improve the technique of burning tiles. I didn't pay attention to anything else at all. My younger son wanted to try it, but he didn't have any ideas, so he watched him with anxiety.

　It turns out that this kid probably has some talent, and the soil in their area is good, especially suitable for making bricks. Therefore, although the scrap rate of green bricks fired for the first time is relatively high due to lack of technical proficiency, there are many good bricks and the quality is also very good.

　Xia Chen rewarded the little bricklayer without hesitation. No, he should ask the bricklayer now. He was so happy that the little boy jumped three feet high and swore to the sky that he would be able to bake more and better bricks next time.