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Xie Songlin went to the fields and worked with Xie Kang and others for two consecutive days. The new plow was really useful. Xie Kang and others found it very convenient to use. While working, they couldn't help but praise the new plow, saying that it was light and labor-saving, and it was very efficient in cultivating the land.

But no matter how convenient the plow is, working in the fields is not an easy task after all. After two days, Xie Songlin felt as if his body was falling apart, his whole body was sore and he was extremely tired.

Xie Wanxing complained on the side: "Dad, you are destined to be a local rich man. You can't do this kind of work of plowing the fields."

Xie Songlin followed them to open up wasteland again. The land they reclaimed was completely different from the fertile farmland they had reclaimed before. It was overgrown with weeds. The clumps of wild grass grew so lush that they were almost half a person's height and were densely intertwined.

Moreover, there are a lot of soil and rocks in this land. There is a big rock here, a pile of small rocks there, and some here and there, with no pattern at all.

Just clearing the weeds is already a very troublesome task. The small stones can still be moved, but when it comes to larger stones, it takes several people working together to push and move them, and it takes a long time to move them a little bit.

"How can we move this? We need to find someone to lift it." Xie Songlin stood in front of a big rock and looked worried.

The next second, Xie Ning strode up to him. Without saying a word, he bent down and clasped both sides of the stone with his hands. With a force, he actually lifted up the big stone.

Xie Songlin: ...

Xie Songlin was stunned. Even though he knew that this boy was very strong and had great martial arts skills, he was still shocked to see him moving such a big stone without any difficulty. Before he could react, Xie Ning had already walked away with the stone, and then threw the stone easily into the pile of stones that had already been piled up.

These collected stones are not useless. Xie Wanxing plans to dig a small pond in the backyard in the future. These stones can be used to pile up the edges of the pond.

"Brother Ning is so awesome!"

"Brother Ning, you are so strong!"

Xie Lin and Xie Heng, the two flatterers, praised him at the top of their lungs and followed Xie Ning to run around moving stones, moving a large pile in a hurry.

Xie Songlin and his team worked on the wasteland for several days and finally dealt with the weeds and rocks. After all this hard work, they were finally ready to start reclaiming the land with new plows. However, when they actually started, they found that the situation was not so optimistic.

The land of this wasteland was very compact, completely different from the fertile fields that had been reclaimed before. As soon as the new plow was inserted into the land, obvious resistance was felt. The plowshare moved forward with difficulty in the soil, and every inch of progress required a lot of effort.

Moreover, although a lot of weeds and stones had been cleared from the wasteland, there were still some residual roots and small pieces of gravel, which constantly interfered with the work of the plow. The plow would get stuck from time to time, making a "creaking" sound.

Xie Wanxing sat cross-legged by the field, lost in thought, holding in her hands a notebook sewn together by Aunt Li, which she usually used to scribble.

While supporting her head with her arms, she subconsciously tapped the notebook with her fingers. After a while, she finally opened the notebook and quickly drew a few strokes.

She also redesigned the plowshare, designing its edge into a shape with triangular tines. These tines were not very complicated and were a style that could be made by ordinary blacksmiths here. In this way, when encountering weed roots, the tines could use the forward force of the plow to cut off the roots.

Above the plowshare, she added a movable curved iron sheet connected with a simple hinge. When the plowshare is inserted into the ground, if it encounters greater resistance, the iron sheet can float up and down according to the force conditions, adjusting the depth and angle of penetration into the soil to adapt to the uneven and compact land of the wasteland.

To address the problem of the plow being easily stuck by stones, Xie Wanxing installed protective net bags woven with thick hemp rope on both sides of the plow frame, and the net bags were supported by wooden sticks as the skeleton.

When the plow moves forward, small stones will be caught in the net bag and will not get stuck in key parts. After the work is finished, just untie the knot at the bottom of the net bag to pour out the stones.

In addition, at the bottom of the plow, she designed an inclined wooden board with an iron sheet inlaid on the front end. When encountering a stone, the board can push the stone to one side with the help of the thrust of the plow. The material of the board is common hardwood and can be made by ordinary carpenters.

After observing for several days, Xie Wanxing, under the cover of Cheng Hui, hid from Xie Lan and the others and returned to the space. He refined the drawings and marked the approximate dimensions and production process on them.

Xie Wanxing, a master of the theoretical school, handed the revised drawings to Xie Songlin. "Dad, I won't write down the specific dimensions. I can't calculate what they should be. But Mr. Zhao has many skilled craftsmen under his command. They are experienced and can definitely improve this plow. Let's just consider this as providing some ideas."

Xie Songlin took the blueprint handed to him by Xie Wanxing with a look of surprise on his face. He examined it carefully and couldn't help but praise him: "How can our Ah Xing be so amazing! Your brain is definitely a genius. How come it works so well? You are a good doctor, and you must be better than others at working in the fields."

"...That's enough, Old Xie, I've praised you enough." Xie Wanxing knew that her father always loved to be her praiser. No matter what she did, even if it was just a small thing, the praise would come out like it was free. The emotional value he gave her was so full.

She waved her hand and said, "This is modified based on the curved plow. It's not something I designed entirely on my own. Five thousand years of Chinese knowledge and experience have converged in our time. For example, this curved plow was actually invented during the Tang Dynasty. Ancient people were far more intelligent than we imagine. Standing on their shoulders, we can absorb their accumulated valuable wisdom and experience, which naturally gives us an advantage."

"My daughter is the smartest." Xie Songlin simply and rudely ended Xie Wanxing's long sigh. "Okay, I'll ask Dazhong to help me deliver a blueprint to Mr. Zhao. I need to show him the blueprint as soon as possible."

"If we send the blueprints over now, Mr. Zhao should know that the person who drew the blueprints has been with you all the time, right?"

"It's okay, my girl. Even if the old man finds out, what can he do? We've been dealing with him for a long time, and I think his character is trustworthy." Xie Songlin couldn't help but pinch her serious face, with a doting smile on his lips. "Dad, I'm really happy that you're this little now. You don't know that I was busy with business before and couldn't accompany you when you were little. When I came to my senses, you were already a big girl. This has always been a big regret in Dad's heart. Now it's great. I have this opportunity to watch you grow up. It's as if God has given Dad another chance to make up for it."

Xie Wanxing laughed at him: "Oh, Old Xie, why are you still being sentimental?"

"Don't worry, no matter how much he guesses, he won't be able to surpass you. In the eyes of others, you are just a six-year-old kid now."