A Teacher

In the late afternoon, Chu Qingzhi arrived at the back of the old house.

There, a group of dirty beggars stood, their appearances unkempt, but their expressions were vivid, and their eyes were bright.

Master Peng was packing up his tools. When he saw Chu Qingzhi approaching, he smiled and said, "Miss, I've dug the cellar as agreed. Take a look."

Chu Qingzhi smiled and nodded. "Okay."

The entrance to the cellar had been treated to look like a well, to prevent rainwater from pouring in and damaging the stored items. Steps led from the entrance to the cellar, with sloping sides on each side to facilitate the transport of goods.

The cellar was approximately fifty square meters, with a room-like space, perfectly square, supported by pillars in the middle.

Chu Qingzhi tested one of the pillars. It was clear that the pillars were strategically placed to bear the weight, and without them, the entire cellar would collapse.