Building walls in this way for three days in a row.
The wall on the far east side was already built.
All were two meters high. Very sturdy. He climbed up and walked, it didn't sway at all.
Even if a wild bull charged full speed against this wall, it wouldn't collapse; instead, it would get itself killed.
Ma Lin felt very helpless about his current situation.
He was adapting to this task of wall building. Even if it goes slow, it doesn't matter, as long as he felt sufficiently tired each day.
As he did more and more physical labor, his strength and skills would gradually improve.
As long as he could consider physical labor as his true profession, he would steadily progress without stopping.
Previously, he hadn't crossed this threshold; now, he had crossed it, and continued to move forward.
In the future, his ability in physical labor would gradually increase. But he was still far from his goal.
