The two-hundred-jin stone and the one-thousand-jin stone were already placed on the spot. The dwarf master walked to the two-hundred-jin stone, dwarfed his body, screamed with both arms, and lifted the big stone with a roar.
He turned around easily and then slowly put it down. It seemed that he still had some energy left.
Then he walked to the stone that weighed one thousand kilograms, grabbed the stone and shook it a few times. The dwarf master shook his head and said decisively: "Absolutely impossible! If you can really lift such a big stone, I will stay here.
Help you build this castle."
"Okay, Master, this is what you said." Meng Han's eyes lit up. This was a piece of pie in the sky. His pulley set has ten moving pulleys, which theoretically saves twenty times the effort. Even with the addition of
The friction and other losses of these devices make it easy to lift a stone weighing one thousand kilograms.
The rope hung on the big stone, and Meng Han pulled the rope over there with one hand and started to move. In fact, everyone, including the dwarf brothers, were slightly skeptical about what Meng Han said, just like the master. One thousand
I have never seen anyone able to pick up a kilogram of rocks by themselves.
Meng Han began to walk, and the rope he was pulling gradually tightened, and then began to be stretched. In the shocked eyes of a group of people, the huge stone left the ground bit by bit, and slowly rose upwards
.As the ropes on the movable pulley are tightened and pulled, the stones become higher and higher.
Master Howard's chin has almost dropped to his feet. A group of people around him looked at the large stone in the middle that was getting higher and higher, as if they were seeing the undead.
There are only two little maids who have never doubted the words of their lord. Since the lord said it is okay, then it must be okay. This is a matter of course and there is no reason to doubt at all.
After pulling for a while, Meng Han felt that the distance was about the same. He looked back at the big stone on the shelf and felt quite satisfied. He tied the rope with a knot and tied it to a big stone next to him.
Shiranly walked back to the shelf.
"Master, your craftsmanship is very good. Although the circles you make are not particularly regular, it is amazing that you can do this by hand." Meng Han looked carefully at the movable pulley block that was slightly taller than himself, and he admired it very much. Even if he told the dwarf master
The method of drawing a circle with a compass is not an easy task without lathe equipment. It is not easy to make such a circle by hand. What's more, I didn't tell him that the master is a master and his craftsmanship is first-class.
The strange thing is that craftsmen can achieve such a level, why don't the magicians in this world know how to refer to it? This is something that can greatly improve certain aspects of magic? However, in the blink of an eye, Meng Han just thought about it.
However, in the original world, the Confucian scholars did not look down on low-status craftsmen who played with strange skills. They also looked down upon their tools that could rapidly increase productivity.
Master Howard was still looking up and down around the pulley block, and kept muttering: "It's impossible! How could this happen?"
"Master!" Meng Han walked up to the master with a smile on his face, gently patted the master's shoulder, which was much shorter than himself, and woke him up from the shock: "I have to ask the master more about the castle.
." After saying this with a smile, he seemed to have remembered something, pointed to the pulleys above, and warned the master again: "By the way, master, these things should be covered with a square box on the outside.
, I don’t want outsiders to know about our unique skills in Huangsha Town.”
"What? Isn't it good for everyone to use such a good thing?" When the master heard Meng Han's words, he frowned slightly and asked Meng Han doubtfully.
Meng Han looked at Master Howard as if he was seeing him for the first time. He looked up and down for a long time and suddenly asked: "Master, the dwarves' forging technology is so powerful, why don't they teach it to all blacksmiths?" In one sentence, the dwarves were told
The master was immediately speechless.
The master still stayed there and wondered, but Meng Han had already left with two maids. He directly found Grace: "Grace, for the construction of the castle, communicate more with Master Howard. Find a few smart people, front and back.
Waiting on you. I usually run a lot of errands and pay attention to everything. I have to learn his skills no matter what." This is not the first time that Meng Han has done it by stealing from his master. Now he has to do it more openly and honestly, so that Master Howard can do it.
Nothing was said.
"What to do next?" Meng Han looked at it. It seemed that there weren't many things that he needed to worry about for the time being.
As for the gold coins, there is no problem with the proceeds from this auction, and the population of the temporary territory has not increased. The normal income alone is enough to offset the expenses. There is no problem if all the gold coins obtained from the auction are used to support the construction of the castle. As for normal
The business is now on the right track. Grace and Alice are managing it in an orderly manner, and it seems that Meng Han doesn't need to say anything. Even the construction of the castle, which may be very troublesome next, now has a dwarf master who was tricked by Meng Han and escaped.
No, with him here, Meng Han doesn't have to worry.
Guards Qiao and Zhu are looking for new manpower. However, there is a difference between inside and outside. The twins who were originally trained are definitely Meng Han's own personal guards, and are used to protect Meng Han and the lord's mansion. The new recruits must
Responsible for protecting the entire territory. Fortunately, with the city now there, and the lessons learned from the sand bandits, it seems that there is no need to think too much about security issues for the time being.
Lord, there really is nothing to worry about. If he were an ordinary noble, Meng Han could leisurely live a luxurious and corrupt life, find a few beauties to spice things up, or pursue some fancy clothes and delicacies.
But Meng Han knew very well that everything in front of him was just a big castle in the air. At least his own safety could not be guaranteed. If he wanted to completely sit back and relax, Meng Han could only find ways to increase his strength.
"Then, let's practice magic together!" After looking at the two little maids, Meng Han once again had the idea of practicing magic. Building a castle happened to require a lot of stones, so he considered it as contributing to the construction of his territory.
Returning to the familiar quarrying site, Meng Han communicated with the masons first to determine what kind of stone he wanted first, and then began to practice the ground stabbing technique and help the masons quarry the stones. Of course, Demi
Diana and I followed the lord confidently and began to practice magic normally, instead of being sneaky like before.
After practicing no less than two thousand times with the support of the little witch, Meng Han has become familiar with the ground thorn technique to a terrifying level. However, after the ground thorn technique is performed, Meng Han still feels that the ground thorn is as thick as a thigh.
Very dissatisfied.
Although he has killed the leader of the sand bandits with ground stabs, this does not mean that Meng Han will practice ground stabs step by step. When the little witch was around, Meng Han did not dare to transform magic. Now that he is surrounded by his own people, Meng Han can
He didn't care and started the transformation in his imagination unscrupulously.
What's the use of being so thick? It's not like erecting pillars on the ground. Even the sharper the tip of the sword, the stronger the lethality. The same is obviously true for ground stabs. It must be said that in orthodox magic, a sudden surge of energy on the ground
A big pillar is indeed very visually stunning, but it is a bit too wasteful for killing enemies.
It is obviously easier to achieve the goal with a thin thorn, so why do you need to spend more magic power to make such a big pillar? This is what Meng Han can't figure out, but when he thinks about the arrogant magician, when does he fall in love with other people?
Now that he is a professional, Meng Han can also think more clearly.
Such a big thorn has no concealment at all. Even the possibility of sneak attack seems to have been reduced a lot. Meng Han will definitely look down on it. If Meng Han is really asked to tell him what kind of thorn he hopes to be,
It seems that Meng Han's first thought is to cultivate the ground thorn into the embroidery needle of Dongfang Invincible. It is fast and powerful, that is the ideal state.
Although it cannot reach the ideal state now, it can at least make the ground thorns thinner and sharper, roughly as thick as a duck egg, with extremely sharp tips. This is Meng Han's current goal.
Transforming magic is simply impossible for many people. But Meng Han has experience in transforming magic shields, and he seems to be uniquely endowed in this regard. Moreover, Meng Han has the patience and time to do it once, twice, or three times.
Anyway, even if it fails every time, it can still provide convenience to your masons, and you are not afraid of wasting your efforts.
Meng Han has been here for several days. Apart from resting, eating, and making a scroll base every day, almost all his thoughts are on the Earth Thorn Technique. Every time he meditates, it is enough to support Meng Han to release several Earth Thorns a day.
After that, there were at least hundreds of exercises. In a few days, Meng Han tried no less than a thousand times, and finally found a little trick for the transformation in the last time. The arrangement of the magic elements was slightly different from the previous ones.
s difference.
Pursuing victory is Meng Han's strength. With this fundamental change, everything that follows will fall into place.
The few stonemasons beside Meng Han were surprised to find that the thorns sent out by Meng Han were getting thinner and thinner. This also meant that Meng Han wasted less and less stone on the stone mountain, and
Meng Han's speed of releasing magic seemed to be getting faster and faster, because they followed the quarrying speed faster and faster.
Meng Han didn't even know how many days he stayed in this quarry. He had been working hard to practice, become familiar with, and improve the ground stabbing technique. Until one day, a long-eared beast that somehow escaped from the Elf Forest rushed to the quarry.
Inside the field, Meng Han happened to rush in not far away.
Seeing the lively long-eared beast, Meng Han subconsciously raised his hand and pointed the wand at the long-eared beast. Sigh, a thin stone thorn burst out of the ground like a bow and arrow, directly hitting the running little long-eared beast.
The ear beast was pierced in the air. Blood flowed down the thin stone thorns and soon gathered into a small pool.