Cheng Zongyang was a little confused.
'The day before yesterday, the catch was over eight hundred, but it's dropped by more than three hundred.'
Opening the door, he was met with rows of wooden fish-drying racks and an overpowering fishy stench.
Cheng Zongyang paid it no mind and walked toward Ma San, who was processing the catch. A kiln stood beside him.
Ma San and the others didn't know how to fire a kiln. Cheng Zongyang had simply described the process to Ma San based on videos he had seen in his past life and told him to give it a try. Since none of them knew how to do it anyway, trial and error would eventually yield results.
They had to master brick-making. Earthen houses were just a temporary solution; brick-and-tile houses were the ultimate goal.
"My Lord," Ma San said, immediately putting down his work and cupping his hands in greeting as Cheng Zongyang approached.
