Shipin Dalizheng

Of course, he was just grinding his teeth after eating, and Rong Tang didn't bother with him. If he had taken another route to cross the river, he would have been scared to death if he encountered resistance from the Southern Dynasty army.

The day passed peacefully, and the rain stopped in the middle of the night. Rong Tang got up and ordered his packing. While sorting through the baggage and fodder, he discovered half a bag of wheat.

At this time, wheat was still being grown in very few places, and Rong Tang was not sure whether it was winter wheat or spring wheat, but thinking that the land in this place would be idle after the autumn harvest, it would be better to try planting it, which would be better than nothing.

At dawn, he took the bag to the hunter's house and told him that this might be the grain that could survive the winter. If everything went well, it would be mature and ready for harvest in May of next year, and he would get a good yield.

One acre of wheat seeds required about five or six pounds, and this half bag was enough to plant seven or eight acres. In order to prevent the hunters from distrusting him and eating the seeds, he decided to have his men help plant them in the fields and give them some extra food.

Under the hunters' astonished and puzzled gaze, a hundred or so people put on straw sandals, rolled up their sleeves, and helped to spread the wheat on the wasteland that had just rained. After scratching around for a while, they could no longer pick it up.

Li Dequan jumped up and down, "Ancestor, it's fine if you're just robbing food in the county town, but why are you even trying to plant crops? Do we still need to cross the river?"

The hunter was terrified when he heard this. What? Robbery!

Rong Tang comforted him, "Eunuch Li, it just rained, and the road is not easy to walk on. We are almost done with planting the fields, let's get going, let's get going."

With more people, the work goes faster. Before noon, they had finished tilling seven or eight acres of land. Rong Tang threw down half a bag of rice and told the man, "Brother Hunter, you take care of this place. When the harvest is ready next year, you can distribute the seeds. You can sell them or exchange them, and the harvest will be yours. It's okay if it doesn't grow, anyway, we won't blame you..."

"Let's go!"

Li Dequan dragged him and finally pulled him back to the cavalry and set off.

This time, Rong Tang certainly didn't want to go up the mountain to avoid the disaster. He had food and men, and he was definitely not willing to go back to his hometown and recall that purgatory-like experience.

Everyone noticed that Rong Tang and his guards were all speechless, their heads drooping as they hurried forward. Only when they passed a certain peak did they all look in that direction, seemingly filled with fear.

Riding a horse is faster than walking. Two days later, they walked out of the mountains and saw the Yangtze River in sight. Rong Tang once again asked to set up camp.

Li Dequan was very puzzled and kept urging, "Why did you stop again? If you want to rest, you should hurry to the riverside!"

Rong Tang opened his medicine box, took out a cylindrical tube, put it to his eye, and looked in one direction. He said to Rong Zhan, "That's it. Take the others over there and get some more."

Rong Zhan responded and called half of the men over. Li Dequan yelled, "What's going on? Let us take a look too."

Rong Tang handed him the small cylinder, and Li Dequan imitated it by putting it to his eyes and looking in that direction. Suddenly, he saw a large head that seemed to be a foot away from him. He was so scared that he waved his hand and slapped it, "Who is it?"

But it was empty.

Looking at the head again, it was Rong Zhan's, and he had already walked very far away.

Unconvinced, he shone the light again, and the head was right in front of him again. This time, he didn't make a fuss. He turned the cylinder and zoomed in the direction Rong Zhan was walking, clearly seeing a forest.

When I take it down, I can't see it. When I put it on the shelf, I can see it again.

"This, this, this...what a magical treasure!"

Li Dequan was surprised and greedy.

Rong Tang copied it to him and said, "It's not a treasure at all. It's just a clairvoyance. It can magnify distant objects so that they seem to be right in front of you. It's not a good thing. I'll make one for you when I get back to Beijing."

This was the first time Li Dequan asked for something. "We want it right now."

Rong Tang threw the Clairvoyance to Old Wen, who stood beside him with sparkling eyes. "Eunuch Li, who do we all depend on for our survival? Of course, it's Senior Wen. He's the one who can detect the enemy's situation and help us escape danger."

Li Dequan turned his head and saw that Lao Wen had already accepted the Clairvoyance. His heart ached, but should he snatch it away?

He turned his head away silently.

Soon after, the people who had gone there came back carrying the tree trunk. Li Dequan didn't know what they were up to, so he didn't say anything and just watched from the side. He saw Rong Tang open his medicine box again and take out a roll of serrated strips.

Rong Shen and Rong Qianqi each grabbed one end of the iron ring and sawed the wood with a crackling sound, cutting the round wood into four pieces. Rong Wanli ordered his men to tie the wooden boards to the horses' backs and carry them along.

Li Dequan finally couldn't help but asked, "What are you doing? Are you going to make a camp bed?"

Is it really necessary to pursue such comfort? If this team of 100 people continues to buy, they will have to take the house away.

This time Rong Tang didn't hide it from him, "Build a bridge."

"Hey!"

Li Dequan scratched his head and said, "Grandfather, we are crossing the river, not to build infrastructure."

Rong Tang looked at him strangely, "If we don't build a bridge, how are we going to cross the river?"

I really want to say dirty words!

Rong Tang finally made Li Dequan understand why the bridge was built. When they reached the secret ropeway, he pointed at the iron ropeway and said, "Eunuch Li, look, there's only this iron rope. We can't get across, but how can you get across? Even if someone can carry you across, how can a horse get across? You don't think these brave men can carry horses across, do you?"

Li Dequan was speechless.

It was already late and it was impossible to build the bridge at this time. Everyone took the time to eat and rest, and try to build the bridge tomorrow.

Li Dequan was awakened by the noise. He rubbed his eyes and walked to the iron chain. He saw Rong Zhan and others pulling out a rope with steel wire woven into it from the carriage. Several people were pounding thick wooden stakes, shouting "Hey Yo Hey Yo". The sharpened wooden stakes were pounded into the soil little by little. A total of two stakes were pounded in.

There were steel ropes tied to the two wooden stakes. Lao Wen pulled the ends of the ropes, pointed his toes and flew up. He just touched the ground in the air and flew up again, landing on the opposite side like a light swallow, which immediately caused continuous cheers.

It was the turn of others. Two people carrying wooden stakes also jumped onto the iron rope. They did not have the extraordinary lightness skill of Lao Wen, but they walked on the iron rope as smoothly as on flat ground. They reached the other side in a few breaths.

Then came the people who were tamping the wooden stakes. About ten people came over one after another, and after a burst of pounding, the wooden stakes were rammed deep into the wood.

Then Old Wen returned to the cable and tested the load-bearing capacity of each of the three ropes, directing the adjustment of the optimal length and securing the ropes. Both sides continued to tamp down the wooden piles; the deeper the tamp, the stronger the bridge.

The last step is to lay the wooden boards. The person holding the boards lays one piece and climbs forward one step, and the person behind him passes it on. When it reaches the other side, he steps back and fixes the boards with thin steel ropes to prevent them from tipping over.

In just two hours, a six-foot-wide cable bridge was laid, with just the right amount of planks used up.

Li Dequan's mouth opened into a circle. He remembered that many years ago, Emperor Xuanning wanted to open the Yangtze River channel. One hundred thousand soldiers fought for more than a year, with countless casualties on both sides, but they failed to take it down.

Is this good?

Rong Tang ordered everyone to lead their horses over and pass one by one for safety reasons.

The weight of a man and a horse was no more than one thousand pounds, and the thickness of the wooden board was sufficient. After being comforted, the first few horses walked across slightly swaying. With this successful example, the following horses were not so afraid, and hundreds of horses walked onto the rope bridge one after another.

Li Dequan waited until the end before putting his foot on it. He knew in his heart that it was okay, but he was still afraid. The bridge was shaking and was as soft as the waves, which made his heart almost jump out of his throat.

Old Wen couldn't help but fly over, grabbing him by the collar and jumping up, "Let's go..."

Li Dequan was so scared that he almost peed his pants and screamed, but before he could finish his words, the person was already on the other side.

Rong Tang followed closely behind, running past. Although he didn't know any light skills, after Lao Wen's guidance these days, his steps seemed to be lighter.