For more than twenty days straight, Su Mu was a whirlwind of activity in Guangfu Square, acting as both constable and foreman from dawn till dusk.
Thankfully, Zheng Wang had lent him some men. Otherwise, he never would have been able to get so much done, even if he worked himself to death.
"Hey, Wang Liu, we're constables, not common laborers. Why are we the ones paving roads? You don't think Sergeant Su is just trying to wear us out, do you?"
A constable grunted as he set down a heavy bluestone slab, whispering to Wang Liu beside him.
"Don't you see Sergeant Su is out here working himself?"
Wang Liu retorted, "Repairing bridges and roads is a good, virtuous deed."
His expression was complicated as he watched Su Mu up ahead, working hard with his pant legs rolled up. "Haven't you noticed," he said quietly, "how much the people's attitude toward us has changed?"
"They used to fear us like tigers, but now—"
"Officer, have some refreshing tea and rest a while."
