I'm working on infrastructure in Xihuan

As for creatures like humans, as long as they don't want to die, then anything is possible.

For example, under the pressure of death, completely forgetting the gap between status, class and strength, copying a hammer, chisel and big wrench to try to kill the seemingly powerless steward on the conference table, for example, under the impact of the steward's instant counter-kill Shaking like a sieve, racking his brains, he finally submitted a construction plan full of nonsense before starving to death.

Ok?

Didn't Lawrence say that although he is not very successful, he is still a mid-level warrior.

The possibility of going further is not very high, and his mind is not there due to the limitation of his talent, but it is still enough for him to save enough energy to read through the scribbled, messy and white-letter plan when everyone is paralyzed from hunger.

The foremen are all old craftsmen. They know that to repair Velvet's broken road, they have to loosen the soil, dig out the mud, and then spread the added mud layer by layer. It is basically equivalent to building a road from scratch. Satisfy the Lord Lord's acceptance requirements.

The three to four months of construction estimated by Lawrence and William at the time were considered overdue. Usually, they would have to work overtime for half a year for this amount of work.

But the lord only gave it for one month.

So in order to save construction time as much as possible, they had to come up with a lot of whimsical ideas, while muttering how the hell it was possible, while writing it crookedly to make up the number.

They wrote that the noble mages should use magic to dig the ground for them. The efficiency of magic is much higher than that of a hoe and shovel. If it is a mage of the level of Andasius, one person can turn over the whole Velvet in three to five days. Germany's dirt road.

They wrote that they needed labor, so much labor that they were shaking their pens to do the physical work of the basic machinery, so that they could allocate enough manpower to direct multiple points of the project to start work at the same time.

Oh, by the way, the raw materials must not only be sufficient, but also be sent directly to different construction sites to reduce the transit time, but it is best to have a warehouse with enough goods so that they can get what they want without waiting for other places Sweeps that come and go.

what else did they write...

Ah, food, yes, they must be crazy, and they will write down the crazy proposal in the plan to feed the laborers and keep them warm-they themselves can only eat porridge a day and dare not burn more While making firewood, he actually imagined that the lord could feed the laborers and sleep in a house heated by the stove at night, so that they could work hard without getting sick.

The foremen are also people who have done hard work, but they know too well that there is a huge difference in working efficiency when they are full and hungry, and when they are tired and sweaty in the cold wind, they can walk. What a heavenly enjoyment it is to rest in a warm room.

If, if what they asked for could be achieved...

The foremen were lying on the ground limp and twitching because of hunger, and their consciousness was so confused that the world was upside down.

They couldn't stop crying and laughing wildly, until the bitter taste of the recovery potion poured from their throats into their noses, making them cough with tears and snot all over their faces, and they realized that they escaped death belatedly.

……Do not.

No.

Half an hour later, they were still unable to stand up when they were told by Lawrence that "The Lord Lord's plan has been passed".

Crazy.

Something must be going crazy here.

God of Light, is this world crazy?

"It's great that the plan can be passed once." Lawrence sighed from the bottom of his heart, "Everyone should show such enthusiasm in the future."

He must have been broken somewhere, and he was eager to try that crazy and absurd plan just like the lord.

……

The wind blew high above Velveerd.

Blow the clouds together, knead the snow into a ball, and whip the lazy sun to work, making a mess in the sky.

But standing on the ground and looking up, the high wind has not yet blown down, as if it was just an ordinary day in winter.

On such an ordinary day, several young mages ushered in beside the muddy pit-like road.

They wrote "Who am I where am I and what am I doing" all over their faces, as if they were ashamed to announce their status as mages. None of them wore mage robes or badges, only thick jackets and big hats , and pulled the scarf to cover up, trying to hide his face.

They are all mercenary mages, and through the channel of the mage guild, they took over the mage special mission issued by the lord Duke Velveer in the mercenary guild...

They came to plow the ground.

God of light, no matter how poor or distressed they are, at least they are from rich families in the manor, and they are also talented mages. It can be said that they have nothing to do with the humble work of digging food from the beginning. I don't know why the duke has a problem in his mind, so he released such a whimsical mission.

I don't even know what kind of ecstasy soup their president, Archmage Andersi, was poured into, and actually asked his mages to take on this kind of task.

If you change the place and change the scene, asking a mage to use magic to dig the ground would be an insult to a duel, but...

Well, but the fact is that Velveer is really poor and bubbling. The savings of rich families are not worth mentioning before mages cultivate this bottomless pit. In addition to eating and drinking, they have to deal with high expenses for cultivation and magic research. It's hard to say, and the Duke gave too much, so much that their mage's self-esteem was shaky.

Do you practice prudently and risk your life while hungry to earn extra money during the closing season, or sell a little bit of your dignity to work for a few days so that you can stay at home comfortably all winter and happily do your favorite magic research?

Speaking of which, they weren't famous and powerful mages, most of them were just little people struggling in low-level or even below low-level.

And, and there is no need to use any advanced magic to turn the ground, no matter what department or type of mage they are, they only need to let the natural elements flow in the simplest way-this is almost the starting method of all magic, and then the soil will naturally The ground flipped and became fluffy, which can be said to be so simple that a mage at the apprentice level can do it.

After persuading themselves back and forth like this, and adding a few more confidentiality clauses to cover up, to ensure that this shameful business will not appear in any written records, the mages set foot on Weiwei as shy as newlyweds. The first line of road construction in De County.

The construction site was cleared in advance, and there were no imaginary large numbers of civilian laborers watching them and these mages. Only the senior foreman who looked prudent received them—many of them knew this old construction worker, and he belonged to the construction workers union. The president, he built a house for them before.

And they will soon be like the construction workers under him, working under the command of the foreman, and working hard to get paid.

Just thinking about them makes them feel sad.

The only thing that could relieve their self-esteem a little bit was probably only the lord Duke Velveer who personally received them. The lord with a pit in his head.

And to be honest, rather than saying that the lord would personally meet them because he valued them, it would be better to say that he wanted to watch the fun more.To be reasonable, they think they have reason to suspect that the appearance of this entrusted task is also related to the distorted psychology of the lord without any talent.

Sure enough, after a few simple greetings, the Duke couldn't wait to get to the point, and asked them to start the performance with bright eyes.

It was also the first time that the big foreman commanded the honorable mages to work like apprentices—although he was the one who wrote the proposal for mages to dig the ground—who would have thought that something he wrote casually when he was hungry would be If he could pass, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and pass under the enthusiastic crowd of the lord.

"Everyone, gentlemen," the foreman turned up a shovel of soil with a shovel, and demonstrated to these mages who had never worked before, how deep the land needs to be turned up. Level it up, please pile the excavated soil there," he pointed to the position of a tree tens of meters away, "just pile it up in a pile, and we will let the laborers transport it away."

The young mages looked bitterly at the pit dug on the road, then at the tree not far away, and finally looked at each other, seeing in each other's eyes the passive sabotage that no one wanted to move first.

It always feels like if they squat in the mud and put their hands up to cast magic, they will lose something important that is crumbling...

But the lord lord knew nothing about their ambivalence, and he was still urging blankly: "Why don't you move? Is there something you don't understand?" He asked the foreman to explain again, and even It means asking craftsmen to give them one-on-one guidance.

So finally a mage gritted his teeth and stepped forward like a brave man, "You don't worry too much." The brave man said, "We are just thinking about which way to cast spells. Also, if we only have this short distance, we With a low-level mage or two apprentices, it can be completed in half an hour. You can tell us all the roads that need to be repaired, or give us a construction map, and then mark the place to pile up the soil. We will discuss it ourselves Assign work, it will be faster."

After he finished speaking, the other mages nodded. If they did this, the foremen and craftsmen would not have to follow them all the time. They would hold the map and repeat the operation of piling up the soil, and they could deceive themselves that they were manipulating the flow of magic elements. Practice to lessen the stigma of servitude.

What the mage said made sense. After all, the craftsmen had never seen it, let alone commanded the mages to work. The efficiency of the plan was just the work efficiency of the mages they imagined. Less embarrassing, then arrange yourself clearly.

In order to better convince the lord, the mage (he claimed to be a low-level mage) was the first to step into the mud and demonstrate:

I saw him put his hand on the road, his fingertips were gently swipe water-like traces on the soil, and as he muttered words, the soil under his hands surged like running water, flowing slowly along the direction of his finger swipe .His spells were lengthy, and he used complicated hand gestures to mobilize the activity of the elements. After ten minutes or so, he finished chanting the first spell, and the road had sunk to a depth of about one knuckle. "Come out.

As long as the magic is repeated three or five times in this way, the road can be turned up to the required depth, and the ground below is flat and firm. After the mound is transported away, the mud can be poured directly to pave the road.

So the brave man convinced the lord with the facts, and asked the foremen to draw a construction map for them, marking a soil pile point every 51 meters.

The mages learned from the lord that a large number of laborers would arrive within seven days. In order to protect the last bit of the mage's dignity, they went all out to complete all the roads on the map in only five days.

After the foremen passed the acceptance inspection, the mages, who were more than ten times haggard than five days ago, received the generous rewards promised by the lord.

Always felt……

Something important has left them QAQ.