The grand residence.
More than twenty men swarmed inside.
The large, two-courtyard residence had been completely emptied out.
All the things Aunt Zhao had painstakingly arranged before had been moved back out.
Now, the residence was completely bare.
All for the sake of today's construction work.
After everyone put down their things, Lu Yuan began to give out instructions.
Which rooms needed trenches dug, which walls had to be demolished, which windows needed to be enlarged.
And where new walls needed to be built.
Lu Yuan explained this to the men, and from among them, he chose an older man to act as foreman.
It was the old man who had asked Lu Yuan a question on the way over.
The old man's name was Wang Baotian. He was thirty-nine and came from Wang Family Village, a place over ten li outside of Taiping City.
He spent every winter at the East City Gate; he was a familiar face.
No one had any objections to him being the foreman.
