Worried that the old man was also observing the situation, Yang Yan went to the stair entrance and called out to two flustered servants.
"Come and help! Get this vat down, we will use it for wall repairs later!"
Actually, this reason doesn't make any sense. The wall had been blasted through not long before, and it would take at least six or seven days to repair it. Why would they be in a rush to paint it? But in this confusion, as long as you speak with enough confidence, you're always right.
The two servants thought they had missed something. Their minds hadn't yet caught up when their bodies began to help.
Three similarly dressed men of the same height brought the vat to the entrance of the first floor.
"Do we carry it again?"
"Bring another vat!" Yang Yan motioned, and the three men carried down another vat.
