'Dew from morning flowers, mixed with my blood. But there's not much dew in the winter, is there?'
Cheng Zongyang shook his head, momentarily setting aside the idea of writing in the roster. He'd have to tell Ma San and the others to start collecting dew in the mornings.
Walking outside, he saw Ma San and the others digging a massive pit on the downslope. The area was lit by a circle of torches.
This puzzled Cheng Zongyang, and he couldn't help but walk over.
Li Xingyun and Luo Zheng, who were leveling the earth at the edge of the pit, saw Cheng Zongyang approaching. They immediately shouted to the men in the pit, quickly put down their tools, and cupped their hands in greeting.
"My Lord!"
Cheng Zongyang waved his hand. "No need for formalities. I haven't been here for the past two days. What are you all doing?"
As he spoke, he had already reached the edge of the pit.
