"Where did it come from?"

"In the border mountains and forests..."

Zhang Chengxiao couldn't continue talking, looked at the deputy general, and said angrily: "General Xu, you have to cut down the trees in the forest as soon as possible. Otherwise, we will not be able to build this horse farm."

The deputy general looked at Liu Wang: "Then we have to let Lao Liu get the ax out first."

Liu Wang was not happy anymore, looked at Yang Baobei and shouted: "General Yang, you have also heard that making logging tools requires iron tools. The commander-in-chief has just asked you to be responsible for the transportation of materials in Tongcheng. You must speed up. Don't delay.

The general’s important matters.”

Yang Baobei was even more unhappy and looked back at Niu Ren: "Materials are needed every day, and my subordinates have to guard the gate. Lao Niu, please transfer 3,000 people to Tongcheng from the southern suburbs first."

"Fart!" Niu Ren yelled: "Nanjiao Biangong is already short of manpower. How can I transfer it to you? I'm still thinking of borrowing some manpower from Guo Qing."

The deputy general named Guo Qing was dumbfounded: "The last general's manpower is going to build a papermaking workshop."

"Without a tree, paper is useless!"

The deputy general who felled the wood was even more unhappy: "Is that because of me? If I don't have an ax, what should I do to chop it?"

Immediately afterwards, the scene became increasingly out of control, and the generals in the room began to quarrel with each other.

"Everyone has lent it to you, how to transport stones..."

"Transport the rocks, and first transfer the supplies..."

"Then how will the blacksmith arrange it and make a fire..."

"What do you think I am doing? Go ask Dezi..."

"Why are you asking me? I want to compile a census and let the people in the south of the city count their numbers tomorrow..."

"You motherfucker, how do you order tens of thousands of people? Why don't you let the troops of the Xiaoqi Battalion count them..."

"The Xiaoqi Battalion is going to Jinge Town..."

"You go to Jinge Town and bring those blacksmiths with you..."

"The blacksmith is from our Guoyi camp..."

"Aren't you a builder of houses..."

"Ah, I thought he was in charge of the blacksmiths..."

"I am the one in charge of the blacksmiths..."

"Fart, you are pulling rocks..."

"I am the one who pulls the stones..."

A group of people were noisy, yelling at each other, and arguing, and the situation was completely out of control.

After writing the desk, Ma Rujing's hair was falling out. Not to mention anything else, he has now forgotten who is responsible for what.

However, these are no longer important, because Comrade Lao Ma finally knows where the problem lies.

At the threshold, the harsh and weird sound of laughter sounded again.

Fu San smiled and looked back at Chang Xian and Nangong Ping.

What are you doing in a daze? Come on, laugh at them.
Chapter completed!