I Lay Bricks in the Modern World to Support a Lonely City

In the third year of Guyu City’s siege, only 269 people remained inside.

The grain was gone, the horses were gone, and the last saddle had been boiled into twenty-seven slices of leather soup.

Pei Zhao, General of the Western Garrison, went down to the abandoned well at the City God Temple to break through the ice. One misstep, and he fell out at the entrance to the East City labor market, a thousand years in the future.

The streets were bright as day, and steaming buns filled the air with their aroma.

Someone shouted at the top of his lungs, “Need someone to carry loads upstairs! Fifth floor! A thousand yuan a day! Cash when the job’s done!”

Pei Zhao had no idea how much a thousand yuan was. A migrant worker beside him told him: a thousand yuan could buy five hundred jin of rice.

Five hundred jin of rice could feed everyone in the city for ten days.

From that day on, the youngest General of the Western Garrison in the Great Yao dynasty became the strongest laborer at the labor market.

By day, he hauled cement, fished out drill bits, unloaded steel, and watched over the site. While others carried one sack, he carried three. At night, he strapped two hundred jin of grain, salt, medicine, and padded clothes to his back and climbed up through the well to the city, which could fall at any moment.

Three thousand Wuyan cavalrymen sharpened their blades outside the city, while the court had long since written his name on the casualty list.

There was only one well, only one person could pass through at a time, and it closed at dawn.

Before the well collapsed and the city fell, he had to use his own hands to carry an entire city back to life.