The next morning at sunrise, a sight that would go down in the history books of Planet Canglan unfolded along the Frozen Dragon River.
In the past, whenever the Dry-Well Ministry of Construction wanted to build a bridge across a mile-wide river, Ye Guhan had to slice fifty-ton granite piers out of a quarry, load them onto heavy train flatcars, haul them to the riverbank, and then use twenty Rank 4 Crane Arrays and five hundred human engineers for a whole week just to set the bridge foundations into the riverbed.
Today, three hundred human engineers stood on the heated riverbank holding blueprints and sipping morning soy milk—with nothing to do!
“Hey, Little Brother Engineer! Does this rock go right here?!”
Out in the middle of the river stood Frost-Giant King Gu Shan.
He had traded his tattered animal skins for a colossal pair of Dry-Well Blue Canvas Overalls sewn by Su Meiniang’s giant textile looms. Under his right arm—tucked as casually as a human carrying a loaf of bread—was a solid block of black granite that weighed three hundred tons!
“Two inches to the left, Foreman Gu!” shouted a five-foot-tall human surveyor on the bank, waving a little red flag. “And make sure it’s level with the foundation trench!”
