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Zhang, the adjutant, felt increasingly innocent, utterly unable to comprehend Qin Lizhi's thought process.

"Young Marshal, how can you be angry? We're just trying to express our gratitude to the goddess, are you not even allowed to do that?"

Qin Lizhi's lips gradually pursed into a curve.

He was about to speak.

A voice suddenly rang out, "Lieutenant Zhang, don't worry about this. First, get the water pump and pipes into the ground. I need to speak with the young marshal for a bit, then I'll come over and direct the installation."

Zhang's voice still carried a hint of grievance.

"Dr. Xing, I'm truly innocent! Haven't I been diligent enough in my work? How could the young marshal say such a thing about me?"

Dr. Xing was amused by this rough-around-the-edges guy.

Their young commander Qin is currently extremely jealous and doesn't want anyone to covet that young girl.

Unfortunately, Zhang, being the oblivious person he was, couldn't grasp the meaning of these words. He wasn't going to say anything, so he resorted to trying to soothe the man by offering a few words of reassurance: "Our young marshal is probably just too hot-blooded, hence his unsatisfied desires and easily angered temper. You've been by his side for so many years, don't you understand him? Would he really complain about you being lazy?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang, the adjutant, immediately looked at Qin Lizhi with suspicion.

He's a roughneck, very straightforward, his gaze fixed straight down, successfully turning someone's face as black as the bottom of a pot.

Qin Lizhi ground his back teeth. "What are you looking at?"

Deputy Zhang immediately dared not look, for the malevolent aura was like needles, as if they were tangible, piercing his skin.

"No, I didn't look anywhere."

He was so frightened that he covered his eyes with his palms and ran away as fast as he could, as if his feet were oiled.

Some people have fled, but the lingering hostility in the air hasn't dissipated, and the atmosphere remains suffocating.

After a two-second pause, Xing Xingwen glanced at him sideways and said, "It's just giving some jewelry to that goddess, Young Marshal, you don't need to be this angry, do you?"

He stroked his chin with his fingertips, pondering, "Let me guess, could it be that the young marshal can't stand us giving jewelry? After all, giving jewelry can easily lead to impure thoughts and make people feel like we're blaspheming the gods."

"Then why not try something else? I think giving money is more appropriate, young marshal, what do you say?"

She cautiously observed Qin Lizhi's expression, almost as if she were about to lay her hands on the truth.

Qin Lizhi laughed.

"Xing Xingwen, I knew you were up to no good. Since we've come this far, I think your points are quite good, so let's do as you say."

After testing the waters, Xing Xingwen had a better understanding of the situation. He felt relieved and, with a knowing smile on his lips, he agreed with a grin.

"Don't worry, you can trust me to handle things."

"By the way, young marshal, since everyone has expressed their feelings, it wouldn't be right for you to come empty-handed, would it? I happen to be in charge of the camp's finances, so I'll take stock when we get back and consider having you buy the goddess a piece of jewelry?"

He glanced at Qin Lizhi with a cunning look, and that familiar probing tone returned.

Qin Lizhi saw through Xing Xingwen's intentions at a glance. Enraged, he pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth, picked up the inkstone on the table, and was about to throw it at him.

Xing Xingwen begged for mercy repeatedly, and rolled out of the tent while running and jumping.

"Oh dear, young marshal, I was wrong, I know I was wrong, please spare me—"

Inside the tent.

Qin Lizhi put down the inkstone, and a smile appeared on his lips as he thought of the pretty little girl from the future.

*

After a brief study, Xing Xingwen quickly put the water pump into use.

However, one inconvenience is that there is no power grid here, so we can only use generators. Fortunately, the think tank has many talented people, and they quickly figured out how to use the generators and water pumps.

After some fiddling, the trickling water flowed directly into the farmland through the long water pipe.

Even seasoned farmers who had toiled in the fields for years were stunned by what they saw.

"Heavens! What kind of magical device is this? It doesn't need to draw water into the irrigation ditch; a single pipe goes directly to the fields! It saves everyone so much work!"

"What material is this pipe made of? It's so soft, and it can even be bent."

"I've seen bamboo tube irrigation ditches before, but those things are too rigid; they can't be bent or folded at all. If you want to move them, you have to rebuild them. This is much better. You don't need to do that. You can just coil it up and drag it to the next place to reuse it!"

The old farmers gathered around, marveling at the amazing device.

The answer came from the think tank.

"It's made of plastic, but we don't know exactly what kind of plastic it is. However, we do know that it's extracted from petroleum, and as long as it doesn't break, it should last a lifetime."

Upon hearing the explanation, the old farmers were excited.

"Sir, could you please speak with the young marshal and ask if we could keep this set of items once the famine in Henan is over? We don't have much money right now, but we're willing to write an IOU! We promise to repay the young marshal as soon as possible!"

Hearing what the farmers said, Xing Xingwen clapped his hands.

"Don't worry, everyone. The young marshal said that once the famine in Henan is resolved, he's willing to give these devices to you all free of charge! After all, the Henan famine was caused by a severe drought, and water is indispensable for the crops to thrive."

The old farmers were shocked when they heard Xing Xingwen's words.

I've seen many warlords, but I've never seen one like Qin Lizhi who truly cares about the people.

After a brief silence, the first farmer suddenly spoke.

"We can't let the young marshal suffer!"

"Just because the young marshal cares about everyone, whether it's repairing irrigation canals or digging deep wells, everyone doesn't want payment. I'd be willing to work on it forever, even if it's just two steamed buns a day!"

The proposal was unanimously approved by everyone.

Many people cast their votes in approval with tears welling up in their eyes.

"Count me in."

"And me!"

"We peasants may be poor, but our spirit is not low. We may have nothing else, but we will repay the young marshal with our strength!"

"To repay the young marshal!"

"To repay the young marshal!"

No one mobilized them, but as more and more people joined in, the voices of the farmers merged into a sea, vibrating in waves.

The farmers, shirtless, had their bronze skin gleaming in the sunlight, and their eyes were sparkling with anticipation for the future and for life.

Seeing this scene, Xing Xingwen's nose tingled with tears once again.

These are the people of the Great Xia Kingdom that he wanted to protect with all his might and for all his life.

They are united as one, and no matter what difficulties they encounter, they will always stand together with one heart and one mind! With such a spirit, no difficulty can defeat them!