The Fruits Of Two Months

Even after Yang Mujin had gone, the craftsmen could not take their eyes off the plans on the table. Not one of them had ever seen a structure laid out in such a form before.

The old man who had come forward as the craftsmen’s representative looked at the plans and marveled.

“I’ve built houses my whole life, but this is the first time I’ve seen a structure like this.”
“I’ve never seen a design like this either.”

One of the craftsmen chimed in with the old man.

The plans spread outward from their center like the spokes of a cartwheel,...