Armed with a machete and a gun, armed with a system, they fled the famine.

No one else objected.

Tian Xiu'e hesitated, but Zhao Yan and the other two had already gotten up and left.

Wild kudzu vines are dense and lush, with many side branches spreading from a single vine, intertwining and winding, kudzu vines are everywhere.

Zhao Yan looked at the lush greenery in front of her and felt an excruciating headache.

Even with a headache, I still have to work.

The three men, each wielding a large machete, dispersed to different locations and vigorously hacked and slashed.

Fortunately, this slope wasn't as big as the sweet potato forest. Although it was hard work, the group worked together and cut down all the vines on the slope in just two hours.

Zhao Yan gathered them together and piled them up, making them as high as a one-story building.

Keep these; once they're completely dried, they can be used as firewood.

When they started digging up the kudzu roots, Zhao Yan was practically grinding her teeth in frustration.

His grandma's.

Sweet potatoes grow in sandy soil, so digging them up isn't too difficult.

But the kudzu root actually grows in hard, yellow soil, and digging it up was practically killing her.

Besides, this machete isn't a tool for digging.

Even if you dig with a machete, it would take half a month to finish digging.

This is not okay.

Zhao Yan searched for digging tools suitable for this era in the system's store.

She dared not take out larger tools like hoes or shovels; they were too conspicuous and difficult to put in her basket.

She tried to choose small and practical shovels and the like.

In her dizziness and lightheadedness, she finally saw what she wanted.

The first-generation entrenching shovel had a willow wood handle and a shovel head only the size of an adult man's palm. It had excellent performance in terms of both hardness and wear resistance.

And this thing isn't expensive, less than a hundred yuan apiece.

Most importantly, this thing can be used as a frying pan.

Ah, delicious fried eggs, fried meat... waiting for her.

It is it.

With a slight movement of her divine sense, Zhao Yan instantly conjured five entrenching tools into her spatial storage cabinet.

She stopped what she was doing, pretending to just remember something, and turned to Yang Sanlang and Yuan Gang, saying with annoyance, "Look at my memory! I just remembered, before we left, I had a few shovels custom-made at the blacksmith's shop in town. You wait here, I'll go get them for you."

After saying that, she turned and left without looking back, before Yang Sanlang and Yuan Gang could react.

When Tian Xiu'e and the others saw her return, they saw her rummaging through her basket and casually asked, "Yan'er, what are you looking for?"

Zhao Yan didn't look up, burying her head and pretending to continue flipping through the pages.

"It's nothing. I remember I ordered a few shovels from the blacksmith in Baima Town. Let me see if I brought them with me."

It's understandable that she might have forgotten something in the rush of the time.

As expected, Tian Xiu'e and the others did not suspect anything, assuming that she had truly forgotten about it.

Although everyone's luggage was placed in one place, apart from food and drink, each person kept their own belongings.

No one else knew what Zhao Yan had brought.

After searching through the basket, Zhao Yan pretended to pull out three brand-new wooden-handled shovels from her backpack.

"Finally found it! I told you I had it with me."

Seeing this, Tian Xiu'e told her, "Don't overwork yourself. Rest when you're tired. Don't push yourself."

"understood."

Zhao Yan smiled at them, grabbed her entrenching tool, and left.

When Yang Sanlang took the entrenching tool from Zhao Yan, a look of surprise and seriousness appeared on his face.

"Honey, what kind of shovel is this? It has a very unique design."

He gripped the finely crafted, small entrenching tool, examining it closely and occasionally weighing it in his hand.

This shovel is not heavy and has a short, sleek design, making it easy to carry.

His probing gaze swept over Zhao Yan: Did his wife come up with this shovel?

Yuan Gang also thought the shovel was unexpectedly good, and asked, "Yan girl, did you come up with this shovel design? It's great, now it'll be easier to dig anything."

Zhao Yan glanced at the man beside her, ignoring his burning gaze, and explained to Yuan Gang with a smile: "The idea was mine, and the blacksmith shop owner improved it a bit, and that's how it turned out."

"Uncle Yuan, this shovel doesn't have a name yet. Why don't you give it one?"

Forget about entrenching tools.

It sounded like something related to the military, so she figured she'd better be cautious.

Yuan Gang stroked his chin thoughtfully for a long time before saying, "How about a palm-sized spatula?"

He held up his palm to show that the shovel head was indeed only the size of his palm.

It's not exactly elegant, but it's quite fitting.

Zhao Yan nodded, "Okay, let's call it the Slap Shovel."

Ignoring Yang Sanlang's hesitant expression, she told Yuan Gang, "I'll go dig over there," and then turned and left with her shovel.

Yuan Gang patted Yang Sanlang on the shoulder and took the things to another place to dig up kudzu roots.

It's clear that Yan Yatou still harbors resentment towards Sanlang.

However, matters between husband and wife should be resolved internally by them.

Yang Sanlang felt a tightness in his chest, squatted down, and silently began digging.

Fine, if his wife has a problem with him, he'll just have to do his job honestly.

Kudzu is incredibly difficult to dig up.

Even with the help of a shovel, it took Zhao Yan twenty minutes to dig out a clump of kudzu roots.

It's exhausting and time-consuming; it's truly a torment.

The sun is high.

Zhao Yan plopped down on the ground, wiping the sweat from her forehead with her sleeve.

Seeing this, Yang Sanlang approached Zhao Yan and handed her a water pouch.

"Take a sip of water to moisten your skin."

“This is the hottest time of day. If you feel tired, go back and rest. Uncle Yuan and I should be able to dig half of it out this afternoon.”

Physical labor still requires men.

Even though Zhao Yan is just as strong as a man, she is a woman with naturally delicate skin. In just a short while, several large blisters had already formed on her palms, and they hurt so much that she grimaced at the slightest touch.

Zhao Yan took the water pouch and politely said to the man, "Thank you."

She didn't intend to push herself; she planned to rest for a while and then head back.

Because she had already figured out how to divide the hot springs.

She wanted to go to the hot springs tonight, so she had to start doing it right away.

She opened the water pouch, took a sip of water, got up from the ground, and returned the water pouch to the man.

"You and Uncle Yuan continue digging, I'm going back now."

Yang Sanlang stared intently at her and nodded, "Mm."

His wife drank the water from his water bag.

She didn't look down on him.

If Zhao Yan knew what he was thinking, she would definitely laugh.

Bullshit.

Having a clean drink of water is good enough; why worry about what's yours and mine at a time like this?

Feeling uneasy under the man's burning gaze, Zhao Yan quickly turned and left.

That scoundrel of a man, he stares at her like she's a mouse every day, she really wants to plug his eyes.

Back in the sweet potato grove, Zhao Yan found Yuan Yutang, explained her purpose, and told him about the solution she had come up with.

Yuan Yutang expressed his full support.

"Okay, that's a good idea."

"Call Sanlang and your Uncle Yuan, and have them follow your instructions."

Zhao Yan said, "No need, I'll take Yunchen there. Sanlang and Uncle Yuan still need to dig up kudzu roots, that's more important."

At this time, food should always be the top priority.

Zhao Yan did not want to make a fuss because of her own selfish desires.

Yuan Yutang remained silent for a moment, but did not deny it.

"Okay, be careful, and shout for help if you are in danger."