Ma'am help, the general is in trouble again

Chapter 9 Butterfly Storm
Obviously, this is not a guess that can be accepted calmly by Diarrhea Head.

He glared at her and said angrily, "It's impossible for him to open it. Given the low level of craftsmen in Ye Kingdom, how could they be able to open Master Chen's mechanism box?"

It sounds like this Master Chen should be pretty awesome.

His analysis was correct, the person who opened the box was indeed not a craftsman from Ye Kingdom, but a low-handed traveler.

"I mean in case."

Seeing that she insisted on asking for an answer, Mandiatou imagined what she said, and then felt numb.

"If he does open it, first of all you and I will be assassinated if you fail the mission. Even for the Mo family, Nan Chen and Nishizawa, it will be an inestimable turmoil."

The consequences he described were too serious for Zheng Quchi to understand for a while.

She was like a butterfly who accidentally broke into this time and space, and then set off a huge storm.

At the same time, she also plunged herself into a huge crisis.

What should she do?
Escaping is impossible, because someone has been watching her secretly, if she dares to escape, she might end up dying quietly like Brother Qing.

But if they stay like this, they will become pawns in the game of all parties.

Her unintentional move changed the situation of the two parties drastically, and the consequences were simply unbearable for her now.

Zheng Quchi suddenly fell into a dazed anxiety.

"What's wrong with you?" Diarrhea saw that her expression was wrong.

It took Zheng Quchi a while to say: "You will cooperate with me unconditionally, right?"

Diarrhea was stunned for a moment: "We are bound together, I will help you naturally."

"Then tell me how to find out the person behind the surveillance. I want to have a good talk with him. Otherwise, if he misunderstands that I have betrayed, wouldn't it miss our mission?"

Diarrhea head was surprised: "How do you know I can contact him..."

She didn't know, she was just cheating.

"ASAP."

After speaking, she turned and left.

She has no choice. Now she has already deviated from the original track. No matter which side she chooses, she is betraying. On the contrary, she can buy some time by surviving in the cracks.

She looks to the sky.

It's all because of this fucking time travel!She was afraid of the pervert, but she still had to take the initiative to move closer to the pervert.

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Tired physically and mentally, Zheng Quchi returned to the camp and went to sleep in the barracks. There was a charcoal fire in the room. The county even distributed a bedding to each person. The sleeping conditions were far better than those of the Sang family, but she couldn't sleep because of tossing and turning.

In fact, tonight, many people can't sleep.

At this time, someone poked her waist with a finger.

Zheng Quchi wanted to ignore it, but the other party was like a rascal, and scratched him lightly, like a primary school student who insists on whispering.

She held back her breath and turned her head: "What's the matter?"

A head emerged from the quilt. It was a boy who had been sleeping next to her for a few days.

He asked her curiously, "How did you do it?"

"what?"

"How did you spell out those weird wooden utensils brought by General Yuwen?"

In order to be quiet, she told him perfunctorily: "Can a five-foot hole fit into a six-foot pillar?"

"No."

"The reason is the same. Every piece of wood has its own uniqueness. They seem to be a messy pile, but they are as unique as the human body and limbs."

Her words were not profound, and the boy understood.

"But there are stumps everywhere. Maybe I can pick it up and know it's not mine, but how can I know whose it is?"

"This can't be taught."

"why?"

"Because this is my unique method of memory."

After finishing speaking, she didn't pay any attention to the people behind her, and rolled over to sleep tightly wrapped in the quilt, while the boy quietly stared at her back for a while, then turned around too.

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The next day, when the construction site was noisy again, Diarrhea came in and lost his temper: "You are still sleeping, where is my wood? Other people on the mountain are almost finished moving, but you are still lazy."

How many people are there, how many are she?

"Before noon, I will bring you all."

He smiled.

"Listen everyone, she said that she can move all the logs on the mountainside back to our camp before noon, do you believe it?"

In front of people, he must disown her, and it is best not to fight each other. This is a plan they have drawn up from the beginning, to prevent someone from being exposed and cheating on another person.

He thought he would be able to respond to everyone as before, but this time no one said anything. What happened yesterday was still vivid in his memory. Although they didn't believe it, they didn't join in the ridicule and ridicule.

"I'll help you."

Said the boy who was sleeping next to Zheng Quchi.

Zheng Quchi stretched his waist.

"No need, I can handle it by myself."

The boy was rejected, so he didn't say anything more.

When Zheng Quchi came to the river beach, the wood that was fished into the river was almost dry, so she removed the rattan nets in the river.

If she carried them one by one with brute force, it would take more than 100 times to go back and forth. She didn't have that much time and strength.

She could only rely on the strength of science. She ran down the hillside and pushed the previous double-wheeled carts up. Two carts were needed, and they used the traction method and the existing slope to transport logs.

This method needs to accurately calculate the force and friction. When the slope is constant and the thrust is equal to the force, she can check and balance to move forward or stop at any time.

This kind of extreme operation requires strength, ideas, and calculations, and it is estimated that no one else can replicate it.

After going back and forth ten times in this way, she successfully delivered more than 100 logs to the gate of the camp at noon.

When everyone saw the piles of wood, it was hard to believe for a while.

"How did she do it?"

The front gate of the camp was full of people, all amazed.

Wei Yao, who has been monitoring the camp, has a panoramic view of the whole process. He thinks this black boy is a god.

Use the river to transport wood, use two cars to take advantage of the slope of the ramp to drag forward and backward, and drive at a constant speed, what else can she not think of?
He was excited and excited at the moment, and immediately shared the news with Yuwen Sheng who was on the canal a few miles away.

After he took down the letter, he raised his arm and let the black eagle fly away.

"Zebon."

"General."

After he read the letter, he rubbed the corner of the paper with his fingertips, and the wind brushed a trace of blue silk softly on his bright red lips and teeth: "Tell me, who lost such a treasure, and now it falls into my hands?"

(End of this chapter)