Upon hearing this, a frown crept onto Lin Caisang's face. Because there were several types of water wheels: large, small, the kind that was pedaled like stairs, and those fitted with bamboo irrigation pipes that channeled water from the height of the windmill all the way down the hill.
This bit was a conundrum she had imposed upon her eldest brother. If Lin Changhong could perfect them all, she would certainly bring him to Ji Zhaokong's space to thoroughly understand the art of creating mechanisms.
"I'll have my elder brother come up the mountain tomorrow."
"Um, you..."
"The girl Sang, the girl Sang, you'd better go see, someone has come to your house."
Ya Molian wanted to ask something, but a wheezing voice called from outside, causing their brows to furrow simultaneously.
"It's been three days, the county court should've almost concluded even the biggest of cases, right? Only just came?" she asked with a puzzled look at Ya Molian.