The gap between the wood was too small. Wei Ting and Xiao Zhonghua's figures were not suitable, and neither was Su Xiaoxiao.
There were a few thin officials in the Ministry of Works, but they had long exhausted their stamina. It was impossible for them to support that thick wooden board.
"I'll go down." Jing Yi stepped forward without hesitation.
He was 17 years old this year. The young man was thinner than an adult man.
In order to minimize the friction and collision between the wooden boards, Jing Yi took off his robe and underwear. He was only wearing a pair of long pants.
His ears were slightly red and he didn't dare to look at Su Xiaoxiao.
Wei Ting took a rope and handed him the other end.
"I'll hold on. You go down."
Jing Yi nodded and didn't refuse Wei Ting.
As no log here could withstand the force, and the ground could not withstand the vibration of his jump, he could only lower himself bit by bit through the rope.
