At the construction site of the Prefect's Office in Qian Commandery, a group of young and able-bodied White House Tribe workers were laying tiles on the roof. Just then, their group leader, Tian Hong, suddenly came over and called out to everyone in the courtyard.
"Quick, quick, quick! Get fifty people over here. The Han Tribe is sending over a cartload of iron ingots soon. Come unload it with me."
"Sure thing. I'll go relieve myself first."
"More iron ingots? I remember we already had enough iron here. Could they be for laying more roads?"
"Let's go, let's go. Don't forget to weigh down the tiles properly. We're counting on those things to keep the rain out."
After Tian Hong called out, the workers responded one after another. Soon, they had gathered fifty people. Following behind Tian Hong, they carried bamboo tubes for drinking water and headed toward the Train Station.
By the time they reached the Train Station platform, the train had not yet arrived, but You Fu was already waiting there.
"Fu, why are we transporting more iron ingots? Isn't there already plenty of iron here? Don't tell me your Han Tribe is planning to keep laying this railway?" Tian Hong came up beside You Fu and asked curiously, still puzzled. On this point, his thoughts were exactly the same as those of the other tribesmen.
"Haha, no. The road is laid with steel rails. Those rails are specially made and can only be used for laying roads. What we're transporting this time are loose iron ingots, specifically for forging all sorts of tools. Once people settle here, we can also sell them iron for making farm implements. In short, we're just stockpiling a batch here in advance," You Fu explained with a smile.
"I see. Then why