What did you call me?
Shen Le rubbed his hands together, ready to make a grand effort. It was just shipbuilding!
Just handcrafting a boat!
He could handcraft a 400-stone ship; starting with 50-stone vessels, or even smaller riverboats, was no challenge at all!
However, before the great shipbuilding enterprise could even begin—the family had yet to find a suitable dockyard, dig one themselves, or buy a small shipyard. They had not even purchased the right timber.
One order had already dragged Shen Le straight from the family estate to the county seat:
"Y-Yue lad!" The man rolled off his donkey at the gates of the grand residence and rushed straight inside. "An urgent, urgent order from the county—they want you there at once!"
"Hm?"
Shen Le raised an eyebrow. The man was one of his clan uncles. He had followed Shen Le into battle, and upon returning, Shen Le had casually arranged for him to enter the county yamen—
He had not earned much military merit, only a little hard-earned credit. Becoming an official was out of the question; even minor posts like tax collector or patrol officer were beyond him. At best, he could serve as a yamen runner, and now he had come rushing over to deliver a message.
It would have been one thing if you had come alone. Family members could call each other whatever they liked. But there was someone behind you—some fellow I didn't know, definitely not one of our clan...
At home, I would not hold it against you for calling me Yue lad. But in front of outsiders, what should you call me?
"C-Clerk Officer!" Under Shen Le's intense stare, his clan uncle abruptly stopped, and his brain finally caught up. He stood shoulder to shoulder with the yamen runner behind