Two hundred thirty-one. Fermentation

At four in the afternoon, the Jones Brothers walked out of the cave.

Stone and soil were piled up outside the cave, and Lu Li put these items to other uses.

Since they had to continue excavations tomorrow, they left behind tools such as iron picks and baskets, made hand towels from torn old clothes, dampened them, wiped off the sweat odor, and returned to the carriage.

The excavation was progressing smoothly, the cave had been mostly carved out, and the cellar, which due to temporary constraints could be dug by only one person at a time, was less than one meter deep, still short of the desired depth of one meter. However, as the vertical shaft was completed and they began to expand the cellar space, the pace would accelerate considerably.

They still had the whole day tomorrow, so there was plenty of time.

Once seated back in the carriage heading towards Belfast, Jones, the eldest of the Jones Brothers, sensed something unusual.