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Chapter 315 Too Soft a Branch

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Bohaji turned around, holding the broken branch, and ran back to Zian.

It was a section of oak branch, about two fingers thick, now bent into the shape of a boomerang, as if it had been snapped.

"This branch is too soft; it hasn't been dried properly."

The other disciples stood behind Zi'an, peering over.

Bohaji pinched the bark of the branch.

"The wood wasn't completely dry. The mud was heavy and still wet, so once the water seeped in, the branches couldn't support it and broke off."

Zi'an approached to take a look, and the disciples following behind her also came closer.

Several children from the stonemason and carpenter's families walked up to Bohaji and stared at the branch.

"That's true."

One of the disciples turned and walked towards the ruins, pulling out a stone brick from different locations in the pit that Bohaji had just dug, wiping the clay off it a few times, and then examining it.

"The bricks are fine, and they're laid straight. It's probably just that the tree branch stuck in the wall is too soft."

"Um."

Zi'an nodded, turned around and went into the other houses to look around, and finally walked into the room at the east end of this row of houses.

It wasn't just the one that collapsed.

The easternmost room isn't very good either.

The wall in the east corner bulged inwards by a large section, and even the stone chimney in the corner was tilted to one side.

It might be the next one to collapse.

Only a few houses sandwiched in the middle are still in good condition.

Bohaji thought for a moment.

"These structures must have had thick enough walls in the middle, with the two sides supporting each other, to prevent them from warping."

Zian looked away and down at Bohaji, whose hands were covered in mud.

"I understand. Is there any way to handle this?"

Now that things have come to this, the key is how to resolve them.

Otherwise, where would the tribesmen live in the winter?

Bohaji was busy smearing the clay on his hands onto the wall.

Hearing Zian's words, he turned around and nodded to Zian.

"I have a way, mentor."

He pointed to the few houses that hadn't collapsed yet.

"Find some thick timber and build a frame inside the house to support the walls. As long as the walls don't collapse inwards, they'll stabilize once the mud outside dries."

"Those that are severely deformed will probably need to be dismantled and repaired, and the bricks will need to be re-laid. Otherwise, gaps may be left."

"What's collapsed can only be rebuilt, but it shouldn't take too long."

Upon hearing this, Zi'an no longer hesitated.

She turned her head and looked around.

"Come with me to the manors on both sides."

Since there are problems with the houses here, there might be problems with the houses built at Tufate and Matica Estates as well.

We must check this immediately.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from the other side of the courtyard.

"grown ups!"

Farol came running over, panting heavily, his forehead covered in sweat.

Zian had never seen him so flustered before.

He had just checked the situation at the nearby manor and was about to return here.

Then they heard a commotion in the yard, which startled them so much that they ran back to see what had happened.

Seeing the house collapse, my heart finally stopped pounding.

The house collapsed!

The house he built for the men under his former teacher!

They didn't say anything about blaming or anything.

The people's own new houses are built in the same way!

Moreover, they keep a closer eye on these new houses in residential buildings than on their own homes!

In the homes of the people...

Farol ran to the ruins.

Seeing the terrible scene on the ground, his old face was both bewildered and anxious. He quickly looked up at Zi'an and opened his mouth to explain.

"Sir, this house..."

"Alright, that's enough."

Zi'an raised his hand to interrupt him.

"I know what happened."

She pointed to the broken branch in Bohaj's hand.

"The branches inside the wall were too wet and couldn't support the weight of the clay, so they broke. The walls of the houses in the middle were thicker, so they were fine."

Farol paused for a moment, then looked in the direction Zian pointed.

"Phew~"

Upon hearing that it wasn't that anyone had cut corners or that their skills were lacking, Farol's tense shoulders suddenly relaxed, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

The white beard around his mouth was blown up.

Great, it was a problem with the tree branches.

wrong!

He quickly looked at Zi'an.

"My lord, what should we do now? Is there anything I can do? We've been living in the villagers' houses for several days now, and I haven't heard anything like this from anyone."

Will there be any problem with their house?

Zi'an didn't understand this, so she looked at Bohaji.

Bohaji shook his head.

"The tree branches we used were completely dry, so water couldn't penetrate them immediately. There were also dry clay chunks from previous wall plastering inside, which would consume some of the water."

"Okay, that's good."

Farol nodded quickly a few times before finally letting out a sigh of relief.

"I need to go to Tufate Estate to check on the situation, and then go to Matica Estate."

Zi'an glanced at him.

"You can lend a hand too."

Farol had no reason to refuse.

"I'm going to the Matica estate to help with the inspection."

"Can."

Zi'an agreed.

"Then you go over there and find people first. I'll go to Tufate Manor, gather some of the able-bodied residents, and inspect all the houses."

Although that's what Bohaji said.

"no problem!"

Farol readily agreed.

At the same time, he made some plans in his mind.

Of the people left behind at the Matica Manor, apart from a few who couldn't do any handicrafts at all, they were all injured or weak, and now they were responsible for taking care of the children every day.

Actually, you don't need that many people to look after the children. You can easily spare fifty or sixty people who can do some work.

After explaining the situation, Zi'an led Bohaji and several disciples directly to the destination.

They first headed east to Tufate Estate.

Sure enough, although the houses in the main courtyard had not collapsed, there was obvious deformation in the houses at both ends.

Although you can't tell at a glance, you can tell by touching it.

Fortunately, the stones haven't been crushed yet.

It's not considered serious.

Zi'an immediately ordered his disciples to summon all the people who remained in the manor.

She ordered half of the people to follow her.

Under Bohaji's command, the men used the few tools left in the warehouse to begin felling the thick timber again and cutting it to size.

Then they checked each room one by one, forcibly pushing the wooden frame into the inside of those deformed walls.

boom!

boom!

The sound of the mallet striking the wooden frame echoed throughout the manor as wooden nails were driven in one by one.

Time passed slowly, and the sky gradually darkened.

As evening fell, torches were lit in the courtyard of the main house at Vallos Manor.

The people were gathered together eating dinner.

Zi Mo was holding an iron bowl, waiting for his dinner to get cold.

His gaze swept past the crowd and landed on the mountain of wool fabrics and various leathers piled up to the side.

The unprocessed materials looked like small mountains in the firelight.

Zi Mo quickly did some mental calculations.

Although everyone's hands and feet have become faster and faster throughout the day, the rate at which energy is being used up is still...

He frowned.