Morning sunlight spilled across the North Wind Territory, and the air carried the chill of early winter. The craftsmen rose one after another at dawn and gathered beside last night's campfire. Their dormitories had yet to be built, and most of them had made do in crude tents for the night, but that had done nothing to dampen their enthusiasm. Dusha had already conveyed Ang's requirements to every craftsman in detail. Today's goal was clear: build the workers' dormitories so everyone would have shelter from the wind and cold.
Dusha stepped out from the crowd and brought two stonemasons to Ang's temporary residence, knocking softly on the door. Ang came out in response and saw Dusha holding a finely carved stone marker. The words "North Wind Territory" were engraved upon it, framed by simple vine patterns that were both plain and elegant. With a proud look on his face, Dusha said, "My lord, we worked late last night and carved two boundary markers. Please see if they are suitable."
Ang took the marker and examined it closely, then nodded in satisfaction. "Your craftsmanship is good," he praised. "In that case, carve more boundary markers. I'll find time to bury them along the territory's borders and mark our boundaries." Hearing this, the two stonemasons became even more motivated. They hurriedly took their leave and returned to work.
After watching the stonemasons depart, Ang turned to Dusha. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Dusha, we still don't have enough manpower. If we want to speed up construction, we need to recruit more workers. I need you to make a trip to Pat City and recruit some people. At the same time, find out whether there are any refugees in the city willing to settle in the North Wind Territory."
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