Laboratory!
"Modern society really is so blessed."
"Having machinery really is such a blessing."
"Having magic to cheat with is such a blessing..."
Shen Le lowered his head, one leg bent and the other stretched out, both hands gripping an iron shovel as he dug furiously into the hillside. To be fair, the "immortal master" had not mistreated them, leaving behind enough money:
Two ingots of gold, two ingots of silver, and four bolts of silk. But they were two commoners, one old and one young, with no guards, no sufficient combat ability to protect themselves, not even legal identities—
Even with money in hand, they had to dare to spend it!
If they dared take that gold, silver, and silk to the market to hire people, they could take it out in the morning and be carried back out horizontally before noon!
He might as well have left them a chest of copper coins!
"How would an immortal master who flies around everywhere have the copper coins we mortals use?" The old man gave a bitter smile and tried to console him.
"Young master, bear with it. Once we've built most of the kiln and the immortal master is satisfied, he might reward us with something—before then, we'll have to rely on ourselves!"
Relying on themselves was their only option. Fortunately, when they escaped, the old man had still had some valuables tucked away on him, barely enough to buy tools and food. As for manual labor, the two of them could only do it themselves:
"Sigh, how long is this going to take...?"
Shen Le sweated like rain. Could someone tell him why he had to start by ramming earth and making bricks?
And this ancient brickmaking method was far too crude—
They used five wooden boards to