In the Three Kingdoms period, the opening scene features the killing of Huang Gai, shocking Zhou Yu!

I never expected you to ask me to make farm tools.

Isn't this a huge disservice to the steel?

"General, isn't this...isn't this a bit too extravagant?"

Before Lao Wei could say anything more,

"hoe???"

Sun Shangxiang screamed.

"Zhao Yu! Are you crazy?"

"Such high-quality steel! So much effort went into it! So much black coke was used!"

"You're going to use it to make a hoe?"

"This is wasteful! This is a terrible squandering of resources!"

"If the Prime Minister finds out about this, he'll curse you to death!"

Zhao Yu picked at his ear.

"Stay calm, stay calm."

"Weapons can be used anytime. Do you know how much wasteland our entire Ice Crystal Pavilion area has?"

"Do you know how brittle these days are? They break as soon as they hit a rock."

"A skilled craftsman must first have the right tools, understand?"

"If productivity is low, nothing will work."

"Don't you understand?"

"Old Li!"

Zhao Yu waved his hand.

"Don't stop!"

"Forge all of this first batch of steel into farm tools!"

"I want every farmer in Bingjingting to have a steel magic hoe!"

Before long, the first steel hoe was produced.

"What a terrible thing to do!"

It's just tough on Lao Wei.

Wiping away tears with his arm,

He stroked the still-warm lump of iron with his hand.

"This is... divine... divine iron!"

"It can be used to forge precious swords, capable of cutting...cutting through gold and jade!"

"Used to attack armor, it's impervious to blades...and spears!"

"General, how...how could you let me shoot this thing!"

Zhao Yu stood to the side with his hands behind his back.

Looking at the object in Ma Jun's hand, he nodded in satisfaction.

hoe.

A very ugly hoe without any patterns or decorations.

It's quite heavy, at least twice as heavy as a regular iron hoe.

Sun Shangxiang leaned over for a look, and her face instantly filled with disgust.

"this one?"

"I can now definitively say that you are a spendthrift."

"Aren't you afraid?"

Zhao Yu chuckled.

He took it and carried it on his shoulder:

"Are you sure this thing will work? Don't let it hurt people's backs."

"Let's practice in the field to see if it works."

"Let's go! To the countryside!"

……

Most of the farmland in Bingjingting is reclaimed mountain land.

The soil layer is thin and there are many stones.

The land near the north slope, in particular, is known as a "tough nut to crack".

at this time,

Grandpa Wang, an elderly farmer in his sixties.

He was squatting on the ground with a worried look on his face, staring at a large blue stone that was half exposed in front of him.

Although only a small part of the stone's surface is visible...

But who knows how many foundations are buried underneath?

"well……"

"Old buddy, how come you're so hard?"

This stone has a name in the village: "Broken Waist Stone".

Ten years ago, Grandpa Wang's father dug up this stone.

I strained my back.

some days ago,

Grandpa Wang wants to revisit the place and avenge the "humiliation" he suffered ten years ago.

As a result, two hoes broke.

The stone didn't even lose a single layer of its outer layer.

Just as Grandpa Wang was about to resign himself to his fate,

A commotion arose behind me.

"Hey fellow villager! Busy up?"

Grandpa Wang turned around

So scared that he sat down on the ground with a thud.

The legendary lord was dressed in brocade robes.

But he was carrying a black hoe.

Behind them followed the beautiful lady carrying a long sword.

And that lame coach who always had a gloomy face.

"Hey fellow villager! Busy up?"

As soon as Grandpa Wang turned around, Zhao Yu had already darted to his side.

"Hey, hey."

As he tried to get up to bow, Zhao Yu helped him up.

He pointed with a smile at the stones in the ground:

"uncle,

I've been watching you sigh over this rock for ages, what's wrong? Can't you dig it out?

Grandpa Wang looked distressed:

"My lord, this stone is a 'waist-breaking stone,' it's extremely hard!"

"This path leads directly to the foot of the mountain; a regular iron hoe would chip if it hits it. Perhaps... we should go around it."

Zhao Yu shook his head.

This is exactly the time to put on a show.

"Go around it?"

"In my fiefdom, Zhao Yu, there is no stone that can block my way."

"Get out of the way! Let me show you what I've got!"

Zhao Yu breathed into his palms twice and rubbed his hands together.

He didn't know why he did it, but he saw that everyone else did it this way before exerting their strength.

Sun Shangxiang crossed her arms and watched the show from the sidelines.

"Husband, be careful not to hurt your back. This bluestone doesn't look soft."

Ma Chao also narrowed his eyes.

As a skilled gun user,

He visually estimated the thickness of the rock.

I secretly said:

If it were my Tiger Head Golden Spear, with the help of its horsepower, perhaps I could break through a corner.

But relying on manpower... or even using a hoe... is difficult.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone.

Use your waist to generate power.

"Get out of here!!!"

"Clang—!!!"

A loud bang.

It's not the crisp sound of a stone hitting metal.

It's a popping sound.

"Snap!"

Something splashed out.

I don't know if it's stone dust or hoe scraps.

Grandpa Wang instinctively closed his eyes, afraid that flying shards of hoe or stones would hurt him.

however,

The expected sound of the hoe breaking did not come.

Instead, a few pebbles hit his trouser leg.

Grandpa Wang opened his eyes.

That "broken waist stone" that had troubled him for decades

The place where the hoe hit,

It shattered, leaving a gap the size of a bowl!

Countless tiny cracks spread outwards.

And what about the black hoe in Zhao Yu's hand?

Zhao Yu raised the hoe and examined the blade against the sunlight.

Intact and undamaged!

There's only one white mark; just sand it down.

"this……"

Ma Chao took a step forward in disbelief.

He even forgot that he had an injury on his leg.

He reached out and touched the blade of the hoe, then touched the broken bluestone.

"impossible……"

"This bluestone is granite, incredibly hard. How could this hoe... not have a single scratch?"

Zhao Yu felt a surge of satisfaction as he looked at the shocked expressions on everyone's faces.

"This is the power of knowledge."

"Sir, watch closely! This is only the first strike!"

Zhao Yu raised his hoe again and activated his berserk mode.

"Eighty! Eighty! Eighty!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

With each strike of the hoe, fragments of stone flew everywhere.

Each impact makes it harder and sharper.

After a dozen or so times.

That arrogant "broken-waist stone"

It shattered completely into a pile of stone chips.

Even the roots buried in the ground were dug up.

It broke into several pieces.

Zhao Yu leaned on his hoe, panting heavily.

I'm a little tired.

But it felt so good!

This is hardly farming.

This is simply destructive venting!

"thump."

Zhao Yu looked back,

Grandpa Wang had already knelt on the ground.

"A divine...divine artifact!"

"This is a divine artifact bestowed by God!"

"With this treasure, we could flatten this entire mountain, let alone this broken rock!"

The surrounding villagers also knelt down.

He stared fervently at the hoe in Zhao Yu's hand.