The master took another deep breath, regained his composure, and stood up suddenly.
However, he still couldn't help but was careless.
His foot slipped and he fell down on the ground.
"Master, are you okay?"
The shopkeeper seemed concerned, but in fact he still wanted to hear what the master meant.
"Don't listen to him, help me up."
Xin Yun took the lead and quickly helped Master stand up.
"Don't worry, we'll just go back and rest here."
The master was exhausted and actually didn't want to continue climbing to the top.
Seeing Xin Yun's persistence, he stopped yelling.
"Well, little master, please be careful."
Xin Yun nodded, asked the shopkeeper to bring his tools, and continued on his way to the peak.
Half an hour passed, and Xin Yun and the shopkeeper were out of breath, so they had to stop and rest.
The sun penetrated the thick fog at the bottom of the mountain, and now it has jumped to the top of the two people's heads.
Looking up, it seems that it is getting closer and closer to the two of them, and it is really roasting the skin and flesh.
If it were not moistened by the endless sweat, Their faces were already on fire.
"Shopkeeper, we should be halfway through the journey."
Xin Yun stopped wiping the sweat from his forehead and asked the shopkeeper for advice.
"Well, if you go up almost halfway, it won't be so hot anymore," the shopkeeper replied with a smile.
Only then did Xin Yun remember that Wufeng Mountain was different from other places.
"Oh, if the shopkeeper hadn't told me, I would have forgotten that Wufeng Mountain is a big wind outlet."
"Sir, I'm not a mean person to talk too much.
You really should have invited your master to come up with you just now."
The shopkeeper couldn't help but reminded him with good intentions.
"I understand the shopkeeper's kindness, but you haven't seen my master like that.
Even if you come together, you can't help much.
Let's not talk to him and inventory the tools used for mountain climbing," Xin Yun continued.
"I really can't tell that the young master is a meticulous person."
After hearing Xin Yun's words, the shopkeeper finally felt a little better.
"In the eyes of the shopkeeper, do you think I'm just a reckless boy who doesn't know the heights of the world?"
Xin Yun smiled mischievously.
"What are you talking about, young master?"
the shopkeeper's face turned red.
"Shopkeeper, we need to use several tools to reach the top."
Xin Yun immediately got back to the topic.
"There are only three kinds, long ropes, iron buckles, and quarrying hammers," the shopkeeper said, taking out an iron buckle and a quarrying hammer.
There is nothing fancy about the iron buckle, it is just ordinary.
A layman can tell that it is used to thread the rope and jam the rope.
As for the quarrying hammer, it was very different from the hammers Xin Yun had seen before.
"Shopkeeper, why is this quarrying hammer so pointy on one end and as flat as a shovel on the other?"
The shopkeeper didn't rush to explain.
He quickly picked up the quarrying hammer in his hand, moved it far away from the place where the rocks gathered behind him, and smashed it down hard with the pointed end.
There was a crisp hammering sound, and a crack opened in the rocks.
The shopkeeper skillfully inserted his flat head into the crack and picked out a slab-shaped stone.
No need for the shopkeeper to say anything, Xin Yun has already seen it clearly.
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“The shopkeeper’s good skills” "Young master, I haven't been up the mountain for a long time.
I'm still a little rusty.
If I had picked out the stones with a hammer a few years ago, they would have been much better than this."
Xin Yun nodded and saw the difference in the long rope coiled around the shopkeeper's shoulder, so he asked again curiously.
"Shopkeeper, why are these long ropes thick and thin?"
The shopkeeper smiled and pointed to the thicker long rope.
"Sir, this is a rock rope."
"Rock Rock Rope" Xin Yun had never heard of a rope called this, and was even more curious.
"This is what the quarryers say.
To put it bluntly, it is a long rope that wraps around the huge rocks on the top of the mountain and makes a rope bridge for the quarryers."
"Why are they so fine?"
Xin Yun asked again.
The shopkeeper simply took off one end of the string and tied it around his waist.
"This is the waist rope used to pull down the quarryer."
"Shopkeeper, it needs to be equipped with these iron buckles, let's use them together," Xin Yun boldly guessed.
"The master said that with this iron buckle, the person who pulls the rope can control the rise and fall of the person who quarried the stone."
The shopkeeper nodded, but he looked at Xin Yun in a different light.
"Today's trip was not in vain.
The shopkeeper opened my eyes."
Xin Yun extended a thumbs up in praise.
"Young master, let's get some rest and get on the road."
The shopkeeper saw that the sweat on Xin Yun's forehead had dried, touched his forehead again, and then urged him from the side.
Xin Yun hummed and helped the shopkeeper carry a thick rope, and the two of them continued on their way to the peak.
Finally reaching the top of the peak, the wind blowing from the Noble Wood side carried dust and spread it down.
Xin Yun and the shopkeeper's bodies instantly changed color in the rain.
The two looked at each other like clay figures being put into a pottery kiln to be fired.
"It's so big dirt," Xin Yun sighed, shaking his head, and the dust on his black hair immediately fell to his shoulders.
"Sir, this is the top of the mountain.
Fortunately, we are on the Changshi side.
If we were on the Guimu side, it would not be as simple as being disgraced."
After the shopkeeper finished speaking, he shook off the sand and soil on his body and took it from his shoulder.
Take off the waist rope.
"Shopkeeper, why don't I see a place where I can get off the rope?"
Xin Yun raised his face, squinted, and looked around.
"Young master, we'll find out later when I wait for the villain to explore around."
After saying that, the shopkeeper picked up the quarrying hammer again, while circling the nearby raised piles of rocks, and hitting them with the quarrying hammer from time to time.
After a while, the shopkeeper chose a pile of rocks and shouted at Xin Yun.
"Sir, quickly bring me the rock rope."
At this time, Xin Yun finally understood the shopkeeper's intention of hammering the stone pile just now, responded loudly, and quickly threw one end of the stone rope over.
The shopkeeper was very good at using a hammer.
He actually used the head of the hammer to tightly hook the rock rope thrown by Xin Yun.
He quickly held the rope end in his hand, quickly wrapped it around the selected pile of rocks, and then used the belt to wrap it around the pile of rocks.
The iron buckle that came came was fastened, and then he returned to Xin Yun.
"Sir, the ropes are all down."
"The shopkeeper has finished his hard work of winding the stone rope, is it time to quarry the stone?"
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Xin Yun asked with concern.
The shopkeeper nodded.
"What the young master said is absolutely true.
The rocks are tied up with ropes.
Although it is more than half done, quarrying the rocks is the most important thing."
"Okay, then I'll ask the shopkeeper to lower my rope to protect my waist, and I'll go quarrying."
Xin Yun was not afraid, and was even a little impatient.
"Master, please don't rush down the rope to protect your waist and quarry stones.
This is not a child's play.
I must explain it to you."
After the shopkeeper finished speaking, he motioned Xin Yun to squat down with him, found a small stone, and chose a slightly flat spot.
Land, draw a picture and explain in detail.
Xin Yun nodded repeatedly after hearing this, and then realized that he had indeed underestimated the dangers of quarrying.
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