Release that Witch

The first ceremony was held until noon, and Roland, who was a ambassador, commentator and moderator, was exhausted at the end. Fortunately, the ceremony ended in the midday noon and the salute. Going back to the castle with sweat and sweat, just stepping on the third floor, he saw Anna leaning against the office door with a smile.

"what happened?"

"You know when you go in," she licked the beautiful blue eyes of the lake.

It wouldn't be a whole show, Roland shoved open the door, and then squatted in place - I saw twelve witches standing in two rows, the first is the scroll and Wendy. When the prince appeared, everyone raised the skirt, bent down and bowed.

"Cough, you are..."

The book scrolled first. "His Highness, your actions prove everything you said, and the sisters are very grateful. Any words can't describe our gratitude. Let us continue to work for you in the future."

"It turns out," Roland said with a sigh of relief. "I thought you were going to collectively resign."

"Oh," Wendy couldn't help but laugh. "How is it possible, Your Highness, this is the holy mountain that the witch dreams of. As long as you don't drive us away, we hope to live here all the time."

"And this is what I want to see... In fact, you don't have to be like this. I am doing this not only to help you, but also to help me. Don't be too serious, I prefer you to be relaxed."

"Oh, I said that it is not necessary to be so formal," Lily snorted. "Look, he still thinks we are too serious."

"Why do you say that you just agreed to come down with a bite," the mystery whispered, "traitor!"

"Well, everyone goes to the restaurant first, and the temple has to change clothes," the book helplessly supported the forehead. "Right, listen to Miss Anna, have you slept late? Please take care of your body. Before that goal is achieved, you Never fall."

"Do not worry," Roland smiled. "I am very well."

After the witches sneaked out, there was only him and Anna left in the office.

"Why, do you want to thank me?" Roland teased her.

"Well... I want to say the same as them," Anna said, raising her lips. "No words can describe my gratitude." ”

"And then... I hope I have been living in Bianbu Town?"

"Not always."

Roland groaned and his heart pounded. "Why?"

"Because you won't stay here all the time," Anna snorted. "...and I will always follow you wherever you go."

Suddenly there was a warmth in his heart, and her thoughts had never changed since the day she knew her. Whether it is an invitation to the Communist Youth League or a critical moment against the evil beast, she chooses to stand with herself.

Just then, Anna suddenly took the first two steps and gently hugged him.

"Wait, sweat," Roland reminded.

The girl did not answer, but put her head on his chest, as if he wanted to write down the taste and took a deep breath. He eventually gave up the plan to push her away, holding his hands on the neck of the white, and had not let go for a long time.

......

After eating lunch, Roland took a cold shower and quickly got into work.

He called Carl Vabert and spread a detailed map of Bianbu Town, pointing to the Chishui River location. "I want to build a bridge here."

"Not a pontoon?" Karls said with a moment. "Please excuse me, your Highness, the Chishui River is nearly 100 meters wide. It is almost impossible to build a stone bridge. Even arch bridges can only cross at most. One-third of the distance, and the water flow of the Chishui River is very great, the pier can not be settled at all, even a thick stone pile will be washed down... In addition to the raft crossing and the pontoon, there is no bridge on the whole river. ”

“It’s not a stone bridge, but a steel bridge,” Roland explained. “A total of three spans, the middle pier will be solved by a witch. You only need to put its approach bridge in place in advance. But I ask for a **** at the bridge. Raise the entire bridge so that the inland river sails through and the mast does not touch the bottom of the bridge."

"Isn't that the bridge set up in the sky?" Carl was surprised.

“It’s just about six or seven meters from the ground,” he sketched the three-span iron bridge on the sketch. “In order to better develop the South Bank and the construction of the dock, there must be a bridge on the river that does not affect the ship. Although the pontoon is simple, it is equivalent to blocking the river, which is not good for subsequent development."

The trip to Wangdu of the First Army Expedition gave Roland a lot of inspiration - he found that the rivers in the Grey Fort are well-connected, and the major cities are basically built alongside several major rivers. If there are several shallow-water heavy artillery ships in the future, it will definitely provide a weapon for fire support and siege. After all, the power of the guns known as caliber is far from being comparable to field guns. And to build a ship, first he had to have a dock, so the plan for the steel bridge came into being.

"But I don't have a bridge-like construction experience..." Carl looked a little hesitant.

"I don't have it," Roland shrugged. "It's the first time you've been groping for a long time. You can set up a bridge on the shore to test it, and then move to the Chishui River without any problem," he instilled in the other side. The overall prefabricated, one-time lifting construction concept, "Like the installation of a water tower, there are hummingbirds to reduce its weight, and your student Anna helps assemble and weld, it will not be difficult to go anywhere."

"Follow the life, Your Highness." He nodded.

"In addition to this, there is a very important project to be handed over to you," the prince moved his finger to the castle area. "I plan to expand the size of the backyard and enclose all the open space on the high ground, while building a three here. Floor building."

If all goes well, the five witches of Tilly will arrive in Bentham Town next month, and there are no more rooms in the castle. Although it can be temporarily changed to a three-person, but the witches are always more and more, it is impossible to keep doing it. The superior living environment and all kinds of novel and comfortable experiences are also one of his strategies to retain witches. Whether it is the luxury of the ancients or the modern sugar-coated artillery, the beautiful and comfortable life can always make people addicted to it. .

"Three floors... brick house?"

“It’s not exactly brick houses,” Roland smiled. “The name should be called brick-concrete structure. The pillars and top beams are made of reinforced concrete, just like human bones. This structure can make the house It is built higher, and it will be no problem to cover it to the fourth and fifth floors."

"Rebar... concrete?" Carl repeated in confusion.

“It’s a mixture of cement, sand and stones, with steel reinforcement in the middle to enhance its bending resistance,” he said. “Of course, how much each ingredient is specifically incorporated requires rigorous testing. If the configuration is successful, it even More solid than natural bluestone."

In theory, this kind of thing has a very large elastic space, and it is also concrete. It is completely self-configured by the cement in the countryside, and it is completely different from the metering configuration of the mixing station. The same is true for steel bars... Some people don’t even put pebbles in their homesteads, or they use iron wire or bamboo chips instead of steel bars. When Roland stayed in the country, he saw several “country houses” The process of starting.

And he intends to follow suit, after all, it is only a three-story house, and it is hard to collapse if you cut corners.

In addition, he hopes that through the Witch's residential building project, Carl will master this kind of building material that can be changed in shape and is as perfect as artificial stone. As one of the development directions of the construction industry, concrete accounts for almost half of the country. He is not proficient in architecture, and it is the fur that he learned from the country. Therefore, it is the right way to broaden the vision of the stonemason and bring it to the right path.

"Hey... does this make me slowly explore?" he asked.

"No," Roland smiled. "I can teach you this."