Yang Chuanwu saw it and smiled and said: "Stop arguing, Siwei, Siwei, how are your preparations over there?"

Seeing Gu Siwei, he was stunned for a moment.

Yang Chuanwu knew that he was busy and forgot, so he reminded: "Whips and firecrackers are ready. As soon as the beam is in place, light it as soon as the beam flag is unfolded!"

Only then did Gu Siwei remember that the candies and other things scattered here had been prepared, and arrangements had been made for the newly added cigarettes, so that he had forgotten about the firecrackers.

After hearing this, he immediately went into the house and took out a thousand-ring red cannon from the cabinet at the door.

He threw it directly onto the snow. On top of the white snow, he rolled the untied red cannon directly onto the ground. It was engraved with a beaming red line, which was particularly bright against the white snowflakes.

The old men were in position, and the boys below were also working hard, and the middle beam had been lifted into position.

"It's time to get on the beam!"

Following the roar from Li Fanghai and others above, the beam was pulled up and pushed towards the bayonet on the gable wall.

The young people below had mastered the technique, and when they slowly let go, they felt that the power on the putter suddenly disappeared, and some even staggered.

When the beam was in place, Lu Yan, who was riding in the middle, reached out and pulled the rope that tied the beam.
Chapter completed!