I started on a deserted island and encountered Ying Zheng, who insisted I was an immortal.

"A plow is used to plow the land."

Ying Zheng stepped forward and carefully examined the strange farming tool he called a "plow".

It's so small.

The plow of the Qin Dynasty had long, straight shafts and was extremely heavy, requiring two strong oxen to pull it.

The plowshare in front of us is curved, and the overall structure looks much lighter. There is even a wooden disc that can rotate at the head of the plowshare.

"How does this thing compare to the straight-plow of my Great Qin?" Ying Zheng asked the most crucial question.

The Qin Dynasty was based on agriculture, and oxen and farming tools were the foundation of the nation.

Slaughtering oxen without permission is a serious crime.

If farm tools are damaged, they must be reported to the government immediately for repair. If the farming season is delayed, the village head and the pavilion chief will be punished.

"Advantages?" Zhang Ying scratched her head, as if organizing her thoughts.

"Effortless, flexible, and deep-penetrating."

"Look at this curved plowshare and this rotating plowshare. It makes turning and turning around easy, unlike your straight ones, which require going in a big circle."

"And because it is lightweight, it can be pulled by a cow or even a donkey."

"Most importantly, it can plow deeply, turning up the soil from underground, making the soil looser, and it can also turn up the roots of weeds and kill them in the sun, so they don't compete with crops for nutrients."

What Zhang Ying said forms the basis of agricultural knowledge for later generations.

The curved plow, although long obsolete in modern agriculture, was groundbreaking in its design concept.

When he went to some remote mountain villages to conduct agricultural research, he saw some elderly farmers using it; it was simple and practical.

On this desolate island where there's nothing, this thing is a game-changer.

Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng's breathing became somewhat rapid.

He was not a monarch who was ignorant of agriculture; on the contrary, he understood better than anyone what these words meant.

Saving effort means saving half the animal power.

Flexibility means being able to cultivate more small, rugged plots of land.

Deep cultivation means higher grain yields!

"With this plow, one person and one ox, how much land can be plowed in a day?" Ying Zheng's voice trembled slightly.

"If you're skilled, you can easily cultivate seven or eight acres of land," Zhang Ying replied casually.

boom!

These words struck Ying Zheng, Wang Ben, and Meng Yi like a thunderclap.

Seven or eight acres!

The best oxen and the strongest farmers in the Qin Dynasty, using the heaviest iron plows, could only manage to plow three mu of land a day at most.

And this thing more than doubled the efficiency!

"Sir, may I have a chance?" Wang Ben asked in a muffled voice, having already carefully tucked the dried sweet potato and potato slices into his pocket.

"Go."

Wang Ben strode forward and grabbed the plow handle.

Meng Yi, ever perceptive, ran over and steadied the other side of the plow.

"Hey!"

Wang Ben lowered his waist and stood up straight, his arm muscles bulging, and his brute strength burst forth, actually managing to drag the wooden plow.

It rained heavily last night, and the ground is soft and damp.

The wooden plowshare easily broke through the soil, creating a black mud wave more than half a foot deep.

It can plow even deeper than the iron plow of the Qin Dynasty!

"I'll do it!"

Zhang Ying couldn't stand it anymore, so she went over and pushed Wang Ben away.

"Do you think this is a tug-of-war? This is a skill-based activity."

He tied a rope around the front of the plow, held the rope himself, and had Wang Ben hold the plow from behind.

"You control the direction and depth, I'll pull you along, let's go!"

With a push from Zhang Ying, the curved plow glided smoothly forward.

Wang Ben only needed to hold the plow and control its angle to easily turn over the soil.

The two of them worked together, and their speed was several times faster than when Wang Ben was struggling blindly on his own.

In just a short while, a ridge thirty or forty meters long was plowed out.

"Hahahaha! It works! It's fucking amazing!" Wang-Ben threw down the plow and laughed excitedly.

"I used to plow the fields at home, but those old things were heavy and strenuous, and they only plowed shallowly! Nothing compares to this!"

Ying Zheng strode to the edge of the newly turned-up field ridge, squatted down, and grabbed a handful of wet soil.

The soil is loose and has a fresh scent.

He could imagine how bountiful the harvest would be if seeds were sown on such fertile land next year.

His body trembled slightly from extreme excitement.

"A powerful weapon of the nation!"

"This thing is truly a national treasure!"

Meng Yi was so excited that his face turned red. He quickly pulled out the sheet of linen paper and the willow twig pen, his hands trembling.

"The curved plow, invented by the disciples of the immortals, requires two people and one ox for deep and meticulous plowing, and can cultivate eight acres of land in a day!"

As he wrote, he muttered to himself, as if he were recording some sacred decree.

Zhang Ying watched these three "madmen" who were acting like they were on steroids, and felt a headache coming on.

It's just a curved plow.

As for...

If they saw a combine harvester, would they have to kneel down and kowtow on the spot?

Please, after you leave, don't say you knew me. I can't bear the shame.

"Sir!" Ying Zheng's attention was drawn to another farming tool by the field.

That thing was also made of wood, with three small plowshare-like "feet" at the bottom, and a wooden box on top, along with a crank.

"And what is that?"

Zhang Ying was already numb, and he answered weakly.

"A seed drill, used for sowing seeds."

"sowing?"

"Yes, a cow pulls it from the front, and people follow behind. The seed drill can dig three furrows at once. The boxes on top contain seeds. By cranking the handle, the seeds will fall evenly into the furrows along the guide tubes. Then the soil covering device at the back will cover the seeds with soil, all in one step."

Zhang-Ying explained.

"Ditching, sowing, covering with soil, and compacting are all done in one go, saving time and effort."

Ying Zheng was dumbfounded.

He asked blankly, "How efficient is this thing?"

Zhang Ying thought for a moment and converted it using units they could understand.

"If all goes well, planting one hectare a day should not be a problem."

One qing, or fifty mu.

Ying Zheng: "..."

Wang Ben: "..."

The willow twig pen in Meng Yi's hand fell to the ground with a "thud".

day.

Kind.

One.

A while ago.

These four words, like four towering mountains, crashed down on the hearts of the three men, making them stop breathing.

This can no longer be described as a "national strategic asset".

This is a celestial artifact!

It's something only a true god could create!

"A celestial... celestial artifact! This is a celestial artifact!" Meng Yi was the first to react. He rushed over, picked up the pen, and without even bothering to wipe off the dirt, began to write furiously on the paper.

"The immortal disciples have created another seed drill; one person and one ox can plant an acre a day! The emperor is overjoyed; a powerful tool for national prosperity!"

He was so excited while writing that he wrote the curved plow again, but he couldn't care less about that now.

"Sir! Let me try this one!" Wang Ben's eyes lit up, and he rubbed his hands together to move the seed drill.

"stop!"

Zhang Ying quickly stopped him.

"It's harvest season, not planting season, so why bother trying?"

"I'll let you play with it next time we plant something."

Looking at the crooked handwriting on Meng Yi's notebook and the phrase "the emperor was overjoyed," he felt waves of sadness wash over him.