"Actually, there's no need to carry it that far. We can just carry the boat over there." Luo Chong gave a faint smile and pointed at the Artificial River not far away.
"There? But there's no water there. Didn't you say wooden boats float on water?" Big Strength didn't understand Luo Chong's meaning and asked outright.
"Mm. There's no water there right now, but once we divert the water over, there will be."
What? Divert the water over? Could water really listen to people?
The surrounding tribesmen widened their eyes in disbelief, their jaws dropping all over the ground. They simply couldn't believe what the Chieftain had just said.
"Bring the shovels, push over a few carts and Woven Baskets, and follow me. I'll show you how to divert the water." Luo Chong picked up a Bronze Shovel and led the way toward Small River.
The weather had been quite good these past few days. Although it was still cold in the mornings and evenings, the temperature was high during the day, generally staying above zero at noon.
There had been another moderate snowfall two days ago, but it hadn't remained on the ground at all; it had melted within a day. Then, two consecutive sunny days had caused the ice on Small River to grow thinner and thinner. Near the middle of the river, a strip of water had already melted through.
Spring had quietly arrived, and it was time to divert water into the Artificial River.
Luo Chong brought more than thirty people, carrying various tools, to the end of the Artificial River. Those tribesmen who had not left the settlement in a long time also came running over to watch the excitement.
A group of children herding eight month-old wolf cubs also ran out. Qu Bing went