My feet are steaming with the hot earth, and my back is burning with the scorching sun. I feel no heat even though I am exhausted, but I regret that the summer is so long.
Guan Haibei was still grinding coal into slag when he saw Yang Lizheng calling the carpenters in the village and handing them some blueprints.
At the same time, a group of people were walking up the mountain with machetes and axes.
Guan Haibei's ears moved slightly, and Yang Lizheng's voice rang in his ears.
"You guys should make these big barrels first, the sooner the better, the more the better"
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