Luo Chong had taken his wife and children out to board a boat, but the boat had never left and remained moored at the dock. The children were still too young, and he would not have felt at ease taking them out onto the lake for a circuit. Besides, the Weishan Commandery lighthouse construction project had reached its final installation and testing stage, and there was hope that the lighthouse could be lit that very evening. He had to be there.
The family stood beside the railing on the ship's deck. Little Luo Cheng rode on Luo Chong's neck, facing the lighthouse and laughing his head off. It was his first time playing like this; when he was with his mother, he had never had the chance to ride on someone's neck.
"Husband, that round building up there is so bright." Zhan Ying held the sleeping Luo Lan and looked at the Glass Room atop the lighthouse, its surface reflecting the sunlight.
"That's the Glass Room. All the walls, including the windows and doors, are embedded with glass. Since curved glass is difficult to manufacture, we used Flat Glass instead. The entire lantern room consists of sixteen identically sized glass walls, forming something close to a circle. The doorposts, wall pillars, and the grilles above were forged from steel, then coated with a layer of white paint. The whole room is transparent, so the light inside can shine directly in all directions. Before long, our new home will have doors and windows like these too. After lunch, I'll take you up to have a look." Luo Chong lifted his son down from his neck and explained.
The two women were thrilled after hearing this. They felt that the Han Tribe was getting better and better. Luo Chong, meanwhile, was swept