In the Three Kingdoms period, the opening scene features the killing of Huang Gai, shocking Zhou Yu!

"puff--"

Chen An burst out laughing.

"Five hundred gold coins? To buy this drafty, drab pigsty?"

Ding Yi, do you really think the money in Ye City comes from thin air?

Do you still think we scions of noble families are all fools?

"Brother Ding, listen to my advice."

"Before the Prime Minister gets angry, let's quickly dismantle this pile of junk."

Even if you cover this huge hole with the best Korean paper, or even if you nail wooden boards to it, people will still freeze to death at night.

Five hundred gold coins... I'd have to think twice before buying a horse even for five hundred coins.

"Exactly, even horses find it too cold!"

The crowd started making a fuss.

Ding Yi wasn't sure either.

After all, he didn't think too much about it at first, just to get some light.

harm.

If they can't be sold, my older brother will probably be really disappointed in himself.

"What? You're speechless?"

Seeing Ding Yi remain silent, Chen An

He became even more smug.

"Boss Ding, I think you shouldn't force yourself to keep going."

"How about this? My Chen family stable is short a few stepping stones. You can dismantle these red bricks and sell them to me for five copper coins a cartload. It would be a good deed for me, Chen An, to help you recoup some of your losses. What do you say?"

Looking at the row of model homes, Ding Yi felt a chill run down her spine.

Ignoring Chen An, she silently turned around, took Cao Qing's hand, and walked into the sales office.

"Close down, we're not selling today."

Closing the door was just a way to seek psychological comfort, at least to isolate myself from those harsh jeers.

Seeing that there was no more excitement to be had, Chen An and the others dispersed.

Before leaving, he spat at the row of red brick buildings a few times and cursed, "Bad luck!"

Night fell in the blink of an eye.

Inside, the oil lamp flickered in the wind, as if it might go out at any moment.

Ding Yi had fallen into self-doubt and huddled in a corner by himself.

"Formal etiquette..."

Cao Qing wanted to offer comfort, but didn't know where to begin.

My older brother gave me the blueprints, saying they were "epoch-making."

But he didn't give me anything to seal the windows.

Am I being too stupid? Maybe this big hole was originally meant to be covered up? Did I misunderstand my brother's meaning?

"Knock knock knock!"

Someone knocked on the door.

"Chief Engineer Ding! Is Chief Engineer Ding here?"

"The Ice Crystal Pavilion's convoy has arrived! They say it's a gift from Supervisor Zhao that's urgently needed to get for you!"

Ding Yi suddenly looked up.

Ice Crystal Pavilion? Big Brother?

He practically tumbled and crawled out of the house.

By the light of the torch,

He saw dozens of large trucks parked at the entrance.

The truck was loaded with wooden crates, the gaps of which were stuffed with straw.

The escort officer saw Ding Yi come out.

He dismounted and handed a letter to Ding Yi:

"Chief Engineer Ding, the Marquis said these are the eyes for your 'Red-skinned Monster.' A few pieces broke on the way, so please don't blame us."

"Eye?"

Ding Yi opened the letter.

The letter was very short.

Old Ding:

I heard you got really badly scolded?

It was my fault; I was so focused on telling you to leave the window open that I forgot to send you the glass.

I've been too busy lately and haven't had time to make it. Just a couple of days ago, Shangxiang's furnace exploded, ruining a bunch of slag.

The color is a bit ugly, a grayish-green, and it has bubbles in it. I was thinking of throwing it away to pave the road, but since you're going to build a house, I thought I'd send it to you to make do with.

Remember this, this thing is junk and worthless.

You can clamp them together with wooden boards and then install them on the opposite door.

If those wealthy families think the house is too expensive, just tell them: "Buy a house, get a window for free!"

—Your older brother: Zhao Yu

Slag? Scrap metal? Window delivery?

Ding Yi looked at the cartloads of straw in front of him.

My mind is a complete mess.

What does this mean, brother?

You want me to block the windows with slag? I might as well build them with bricks; at least that would block the wind!

"Unload! Um... Chief Engineer Ding, please open this box yourself."

The escort officer urged.

Ding Yi gritted his teeth and decided to try anything, even if it seemed hopeless.

He gestured to the craftsman to pry it open.

The wooden planks were lifted, and the straw was parted.

In that instant, Ding Yi froze.

The firelight shone into the box, illuminating the layers of boards separated by straw.

The surface of the board was not smooth.

It also contains air bubbles.

But... the torchlight pierced through.

"This is……"

Through these green boards, he could see Cao Qing's surprised face, covering her mouth.

"Ruri... Ruri?"

"It's so big? And it's a flat panel?"

"Big Brother calls this...slag? Scrap?"

Ding Yi felt like something had exploded in her head.

A surge of heat rushed up from the soles of my feet, and my chest pounded.

What red-skinned monster? What's this "leaky on all four sides" nonsense?

With this, this is a crystal palace! This is a fairy's abode!

"Ha ha……"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Chen An, oh Chen An! Those idiots in the Xun family!"

Ding Yi laughed loudly, tears streaming down his face.

"Chen An, oh Chen An! Those idiots in the Xun family!"

It's safe! It's completely safe!!!

"Wake up, everyone! Get up! Light all the lanterns!"

"Load all this 'slag' up there!"

"I want Ye City to witness a miracle tomorrow morning!"

……

That night, the construction site below the Bronze Sparrow Terrace was brightly lit.

There was no knocking sound.

Only the heavy breathing of the craftsmen could be heard.

Putty was filled into the gaps, and wooden strips were pressed down to tighten the frame.

It was installed on the roof.

……

Chen An was naturally not idle either.

After Chen An and his group spent the whole night tirelessly "promoting" the project.

By the next morning,

The upper echelons of Ye City have almost reached a consensus:

That talented scholar named Ding Yi has gone mad. He built a row of red brick sheds next to the Bronze Sparrow Terrace to air-dry cured meat, and they're the kind that leak air.

However, there are always some people in this world who are born rebellious and hate following the crowd.

Wang Kuang, the person in charge of the Taiyuan Wang clan in Yecheng, was such a "shrewd and cunning" individual.

Or, to put it another way, a speculator with a keen sense of smell.

"Chen An has such a silver tongue, he can make even a donkey dung ball look like it's inlaid with gold, and vice versa."

Wang Kuang sat in the carriage, listening to the discussions outside, and snorted coldly, twirling two iron balls in his hand.

He reviewed Ding Yi's resume:

When Ding Yi returned to Ye City on the first day, he immediately built a road.

How many people criticized him for being wasteful back then?

Now that's the imperial road!

When the foundation of the Bronze Sparrow Terrace was being poured, weren't those officials from the Ministry of Works also cursing?

As a result, even Xu Chu's broadsword can't cut through it now!

What did you fail to do well? What did you do wrong?

"The more he belittled the house, the more I wanted to go and see it."

"With Prime Minister Cao and that mysterious Zhao Yu backing him, how could Ding Yi possibly build a bunch of pigsties for people to see?"

"There must be a demon in here!"

With the mindset of "seeing is believing" and "I just want to see Chen An get slapped in the face,"

Wang Kuang drove to the Tongquetai construction site early in the morning.

The sun had just risen.

Wang Kuang got off the carriage, tightened his clothes to make himself look more energetic, and casually raised his head.

The next second.

He froze on the spot.

Chen An, you bastard, you were lying all along.