"Keep it up!"

Hearing the shouts on the city wall, the people standing under the city wall tightened their grip on the rope in their hands, and one of them, who looked like a foreman, shouted loudly while pulling the rope hard: "One, two, up!"

With this shout, dozens of tightened ropes pulled five pulleys at once, and the giant tree was violently lifted.

"Quick, get the wood!" shouted several more from the ramparts, especially the foremen and supervisors.

Dozens of people under the city wall pulled the ropes tightly, the reinforced ropes would not break, and they still had gloves on their hands, and their palms would not be strangled by the ropes, but it would take a lot of their physical strength to hold on.

But soon another shout came from the walls: "Come up, come up!

At this time, the dozens of workers standing under the city wall breathed a sigh of relief and slowly relaxed their tense muscles, because the muscles were so tight that they didn't even feel that the giant tree had been carried away.

The middle-aged man who looked like a foreman clapped his hands, "Okay, okay, that's all for the morning's work, let's take a rest first, and then go to eat after the brothers above have finished disposing of the wood!"

The workers who had been waiting for this sentence for a long time let out a cheer in unison, and after a long morning's work, what they were most looking forward to was lunch.

They get a lot of meat at lunch, and it's delicious, and although they have to work in the afternoon after lunch, they only need to work until the evening before they can go back to the dormitory to rest.

Emerson wiped a handful of sweat from his head, braved the sun, and followed the team to the dormitory.

A section of the Great Wall has been built on their side of the construction site, and the dormitory has naturally been moved, and now the construction site is inaccessible and wilderness as far as the eye can see.

If you were in the same place, you might still be able to see some lumber yards or farmland, but here, there really is nothing.

After a morning of work, they were all tired and covered in sweat, and if it weren't for the hard and fast rules above, they really wanted to sit under the half-built Great Wall and rest before coming back.

However, due to the possibility of landslides, no workers were allowed to sit under the city walls to rest.

Despite all this time, there has been no news of any collapse from Emerson.

There wasn't a lot of communication between the several sites, but occasionally, Emerson was able to hear from his brother's family.

Taking off his sweat-soaked gloves and freeing his hands from the heat, Emerson let out a long sigh of comfort.

There have been people who have tried to work without gloves before, but their palms are either bruised or cut, so that none of them dare not wear gloves later, and asking them to work without gloves will provoke their anger.

Walking slowly behind the line, Emerson glanced back at the imposing unfinished wall, which had been stacked brick by brick, and what was said to be a 'civil' and a 'concrete' structure, which he was not sure about.

But he knew they had built it!

It was built slowly by them with a piece of brick and stone, a piece of wood, and the Great Wall itself was their glory.

Emerson believed in it, and he was proud of it.

With a sigh of emotion in his heart, feeling a little better, Emerson turned his head and looked at the loose line in front of him.

In more than half a year, more and more people have become physically alienated, and the people who came to this construction site with him are almost the same as him, but with different emphasis.

He is more reflexive, while others are more powerful and faster.

He wasn't the most visible one on the outside, and even though the scales had spread to his arms now, some people had horns on their heads and were getting bigger.

But when they get along with the natives of the Duchy of Grief, they don't feel so embarrassed, because the natives are just like them, but their 'characteristics' are more obvious and can't be hidden.

Emerson had seen a soldier who could pop claws out of his fingers and grow horns.

In the past, he might have shouted "demons", "devils" or "monsters" at these soldiers - after the general education, he looked back and really found it hard to believe that he was so ignorant before.

After dinner, they are not able to rest immediately, and then they have to carry out general education, which is mandatory for all workers.

Universal education, including but not limited to writing, simple arithmetic, and some of the things that need to be learned to live in this country, has been going on for half a year, and they are subject to compulsory education from the first day they become workers.

At first, they were a little reluctant, after all, after every day of work, they were already physically and mentally exhausted, how could they have the time and energy to study?

It's a pity that this is compulsory education, and even if they don't want to learn, they have to be pressured to learn.

At first they complained a little, but now they got used to it, and even Emerson himself thought it seemed good.

A large group of people walked casually to the cafeteria next to the dormitory, and only the big tin house could accommodate so many people.

As soon as the workers arrived at the cafeteria, they found the mages sitting in the cafeteria preparing to eat, and immediately lost their distractions, and respectfully saluted the mages: "Mr. Mage!"

This is also one of the strangest things about this principality, in the past they used to call them 'Master Mage' or 'Lord Noble', now they can only call them 'Sir' or 'Your Excellency', although this is also an honorific title, they always feel that something is not right.

But it's only these 'immigrants' who feel wrong, and the locals don't have so many rules.

After seeing the mages nodding kindly, Emerson and the others secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Even though they didn't need to call anyone 'lord' in the principality, it always felt a little strange for them to do so, and even after a long time, they still couldn't get used to it.

Relieved, the workers poured into the cafeteria.

Now they were covered in stinky sweat, but after they passed the cafeteria door, they felt a breeze on their cheeks, and the smell of sweat on their bodies had disappeared.

Emerson wasn't surprised, even if they knew it was magic.

Their deepest impression of the duchy is that the people here are very good at using 'magic', of course, not everyone can use magic, but people use magic to do many things, such as architecture.

The workers walked to the feeding window, chatted with each other, and waited for the canteen to start serving.

They didn't wait long, and soon, the workers on the construction site had reached their break, and the canteen was lively.

Today's lunch was also two meat and two vegetarian dishes, and although their meals were a little rudimentary compared to those of the mages, the workers didn't feel anything wrong.

In the morning, they work alone, and in the afternoon, the mages join in the work.

The mages could work more in one afternoon than they did in three days, so the mages were able to get preferential treatment and the Great Wall was built so quickly.

After lunch, the workers rested for a while, according to the regulations, and after getting the cards from the overseer, shouts rang out in the cafeteria.

When the hands of the clock pointed to half past two in the afternoon, the bell rang, and the overseer shouted: "Everyone, it's time to rest, it's time to work!"

This time, not only the workers stood up, but even the mages gathered outside the cafeteria and walked to the construction site together.

Day after day, the construction of the Great Wall will soon be completed, and this is the time when you can't relax!

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