The sun is not too strong.
The wind wasn't too strong.
The mixture of cement, sand and gravel that was flattened by the First Emperor with a shovel lost moisture under the warm sun and breeze.
It slowly changed from a muddy flowing object into a gray-black solid plate.
Time passed slowly. During this period, the First Emperor never left. Fu Zikang took out a porcelain bottle from somewhere and poured the liquid into it, with reluctance in his eyes.
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