This time Kraft woke up to the faint natural light, and saw the light squeezed in through the narrow gap.
This world already has glass, but it happens to be stuck in a place where time travelers cannot easily profit from it, and there is no technical level for mass production. Glassware is still considered a rare item, let alone something with higher technical difficulty.
The glass window is up.
So at present, the windows of most houses are mainly made of wood. If you want to have the experience of seeing a house full of sunlight when you wake up in the morning, you can only leave the windows open in the summer, and this is obviously not possible now.
The original owner of the house where Kraft is currently living is probably the village chief.
The reason why I add "supposedly" is because this identity has not been officially recognized, and there are no local lords or other rulers to give an explanation. As long as other villagers think that this person can do things well, then he can
Responsible for the functions of receiving outsiders and coordinating neighborhood relations.
After seeing what Kraft and his cousin were wearing, the village chief naturally took his family to squeeze in next door. While giving up his house, he received a considerable reward - two privately minted blackened silver coins.
Of course, when Craft went back to report the debt to his grandfather, he would pay two full silver coins, the kind officially issued by the kingdom.
Although it is already the village chief's home, it is still unrealistic to expect good conditions. The walls are made of a mixture of stone and clay, supplemented by a frame made of local spruce, and matched with wooden windows that are not too tightly matched to keep warm.
The effect is in a metaphysical state that seems to be there but not at all, which will give a profound lesson to people who are used to taking off their clothes to sleep at night.
The interior partitions are made of single-layer wooden boards, which greatly simplifies the process of waking up your companions.
Kraft rolled out of bed and patted the wooden board that separated the two rooms: "Ryan, are you awake? You have to leave for Wendeng Port today."
"If you want me to be buried in snow halfway, then I can set off now." The window of the room was opened from the outside, and a golden retriever head covered with a lot of snowflakes poked in from the outside, "Also, urging people
Departure should be in the morning, not at noon."
"It's already noon? The snow is so heavy, what are you doing outside?"
"I went to take a look at the black pillar, and I think we can give up the idea of taking it back." Ryan shook off the snow on his body. Although he had been active outside all morning, he seemed to be fine.
When no one thought Kraft could grow up safely, Lane was treated as half the heir of the family, and training in all seasons made him adapt to the cold environment.
"Why, I think grandpa will be happy to put it in the courtyard. Grandpa and the teacher can hang around it for a month. If it doesn't work, we can wait a few more days." Kraft wanted to insist a little longer.
"I suggest you go and see for yourself. Maybe you can knock it off with a sword?" Ryan smiled and patted the scabbard on his waist.
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Kraft arrived at the excavation site with his sword.
Of course, I didn't really intend to use my sword to make gestures with the big stone pillars, it was just because it was a habit to keep the sword close to my body.
Whether it is due to the professionalism of a descendant of the Kailao family or the importance of the most precious possessions on the body, the weapon should at least be within sight.
The big pit around the black stone pillar has expanded in a circle. Even those who have never been to the ground in their lives know that it is definitely not easy to deal with this kind of frozen soil on a snowy day.
Several men shivering with cold gathered around the pit. The expressions on their faces could not be seen clearly in the dense snowflakes. Seeing Kraft and Lane approaching, they quickly dispersed and gave up their positions.
The prismatic black stone was still firmly inserted in the center of the pit, pointing directly upward, with an exposed height of at least two meters.
At first, it only showed a black edge. It was discovered by a child in the village after he fell in a field. He dug out all afternoon in anger. When the adults came to look for him in the evening, they saw a large piece that looked quite regular.
And there are patterned objects.
The villagers, thinking it might be something valuable, dug down and discovered it was a pillar.
As for now, looking at the bottom of the pit, under the scattered clods of soil is a rough black horizontal surface made of the same material as the pillars.
The connection between the pillar and this plane has been cleaned up, without any traces of splicing. It looks like a complete whole, without destroying the continuity of the pattern.
The carver on the upper part was probably an extremely rigorous obsessive-compulsive disorder patient. From the flat top of the pillar all the way down, the incised patterns gradually deepened at a consistent rate, and connected with each other on the six sides to form a character-like appearance.
When it comes to the part near the bottom, the lines spread out in a casual but not messy way, highlighting the dynamic sense of fluid. It hits the plane with the posture of pouring water, spreads out on the plane, and meanders away into the distance. At a glance
It even looks like a live snake swimming around.
Kraft took a step back from the edge of the pit. The loose soil fell off the edge and rolled down rustlingly.
He watched in silence as they slid down the pit walls like small mudslides, and finally landed on the snake-shaped pattern at the bottom of the pit, covering a small area.
"Is it possible that this is just a relatively large base? Try digging further to the side?" he said.
The voice sounded a bit unreal in the cold wind filled with snowflakes, and even I was not sure what I said.
"Even if there is only this part, it cannot be solved by the cargo carriages at the port." Ryan moved his eyes from the pillar, "Maybe you really want to try to cut off this pillar? Even if you can.
Yeah, that’s really a pity.”
Indeed, even in my grandfather's rich collection, it would be difficult to pick out one such... indescribable thing.
Kraft knew he couldn't split it open, but just thinking about it made him think it was an unacceptable act.
The trembling villagers next to him had not yet left. Kraft was stunned for a moment, took out his money bag, and gave each of them a black silver coin - this was the previously agreed upon reward for completion.
Ryan watched the villagers thank Kraft and then trot in the direction of the village. Their backs quickly became blurry in the wind and snow. The low and clustered silhouette in the distance was the village less than two hundred steps away.
, they were still clearly visible when they first arrived.
"The snow seems to be getting heavier again, do you want to go back?" Ryan looked at Kraft who was still in a daze and felt that this treasure hunting trip was probably over.
Maybe they can go back to Wen and go to the port, and pick up some pleasing trinkets at a street stall. According to Ryan's opinion, the stone-carved rune eyeballs he brought back last time were pretty good.