Chen Ming thought that instead of doing useless work in the empty vegetable fields, it would be better to dig up the surrounding wasteland. The wasteland near Chen Ming's house can be said to be all belonged to Chen Ming's family, and can be used as a foundation for homesteads or to open wasteland to grow vegetables and fruit trees.

There was only one person at home. The little bit of land that had been cultivated before was used to grow vegetables was enough for one person to eat. Therefore, Chen Ming was preparing to dig wasteland for planting trees.

The soil here is not very good, otherwise it would have been opened up long ago. Planting fruit trees is difficult, and the fruits produced by the planted fruit trees are mostly uneasy. However, if others cannot plant fruit trees, Chen Ming may not be able to plant them. Although the water method of Meishan Navy cannot be said to be omnipotent, it still has wonders.

Chen Ming dug the hoe and knew why there were no trees growing in this place, only shrubs and thorns growing. Chen Ming went down with his hoe and only dug a few centimeters, and the sound of metal and stone colliding came from below. Chen Ming dug the soil and found that the soil layer here was only a few centimeters thin, and there was already a mixture of soil and gravel below. A large piece of it collapsed from the blade of Chen Ming's hoe.

"Can fruit trees be planted with such soil?" Chen Ming began to feel a little unconfident.

Although there was this suspicion, Chen Ming did not stop. Anyway, he was going to be tossed by the ancestors. Isn’t it going to be tossed? At least he can save walking here.

If there weren't a few incarnations, Chen Ming wouldn't have been able to hold on for long. If ordinary people came to dig this land, they would have had blood blisters on their hands. Chen Ming had nothing to do with his hands, and he didn't even feel much pain.

The speed of land reclamation is not very fast, but Chen Ming is not in a hurry at all. He excavated a little bit every day.

The maroon horse went out to have a "buffet" early. When the sun was a little hot, it ran back by itself. Seeing Chen Ming clearing the land, she ran over and rubbed her head against Chen Ming.

When Chen Ming saw the maroon horse, he patted his thigh hard: Oh! I'm stupid, wouldn't it be enough to use a horse to plow it?

The maroon horse was still very enthusiastic. It tried hard to express its love to the new owner, but it did not know that the new owner had already begun to plot against it.

When Chen Ming thought of this, he threw the hoe in his hand and ran to Ma Yan's house.

"Use horses to plow the land? I don't understand this. No one in our teashu village has ever used animals to plow the land. The soil here is tight, and even animals can't pull the plow. I have seen people in the north use animals to plow the land on TV. However, the plows they use are a little different from the plows we use to plow the fields. I can't tell the difference, after all, I have never seen what the plows that plows look like." Ma Qinghan said.

Chen Ming looked at the plows that plowed the fields. Such a big plow, let alone plowing dry land, even pulling the plow on the road, the red horse could not pull it.

"Someone may know." Ma Qinghan remembered that he was alone.

"Who?" Chen Ming asked.

"The blacksmith master in the blacksmith shop in the village may know that he used to make farm tools for the production team, but at that time, it seemed that the village had used plows to plow the land." Ma Qinghan said.

The blacksmith shop in Daxi Township is located on the roadside of Daxi Township. The old blacksmith master named Zhang Xianchu. His ancestors were all blacksmiths. Almost most of the farm tools and knives used by the villagers in Daxi Township are made by their homes.

But by Zhang Xianchu's generation, this craft was probably broken in his hands. It was not that Zhang Xianchu had no descendants, but his two sons, none of whom were willing to inherit his job.

Impotting a blacksmith is a tiring job. Although it is barely considered a technical job, it is even more tiring than farming. Every day, my skin is smoked by the fire and is redder than bacon, and it turns red and black. At the same time, ironsmithing is also a dirty job and cannot wear good clothes.

If it were in the past, the skill of blacksmithing would be a very good business. It has a skill in hand, so it is easier to ask a wife than others.

"Then I'll go to Daxipu tomorrow." Chen Ming said.

The next day, Chen Ming walked to Daxipu.

On the way, a SUV stopped beside Chen Ming.

Ma Jingui poked his head out of the car window: "Doctor Chen, where are you going?"

"Go to Daxipu to buy something." Chen Ming said casually. He did not stop, but continued to move forward.

Ma Jingui quickly drove the car and slowly caught up with Chen Ming: "I'm going to the countryside too. Take you there by the way."

"It seems that I'm lucky today." Chen Ming was not polite, and opened the door of the co-pilot and sat in it.

"Go to buy construction materials?" asked Ma Jingui.

"No. Go to the blacksmith shop to have a look." Chen Ming said.

"Doctor Chen, now it's mechanized. It's not a good deal for you to buy a cow. The cows need to be fed all year round and are not efficient. It's better to use a tiller. If the roads in the village are built in the future, using a tiller will be much faster than using a ox, and it won't cost much." Ma Jingui said.

"When will it take for our village to be well built? It's been very difficult to repair it, but it has only been used for a few years." Chen Ming did not deliberately mock Ma Jingui, but said it casually.

Ma Jingui was a little embarrassed: "I have been running in the villages and counties recently, and I have some ideas. But there are still some conditions we have not met."

"What conditions are not met?" Chen Ming glanced at Ma Jingui, feeling that Ma Jingui was not so simple to take him to Daxipu so enthusiastically today.

"The county said that as long as we get investment, we can build the road. There is no need for the people in our village to spend a penny, and build the road to every household." Ma Jingui said.

"Then you go and invest. But the people in the city are not stupid, and they will not use money to smash the heads of our villagers. Don't sell the whole village." Chen Ming knew that Ma Jingui must be talking about the people in the city who came last time. Chen Ming was very repulsive of those people last time and had a very bad impression.

After hearing what Chen Ming said, Ma Jingui knew that this matter could not be done. Ma Jingui also did not like a profiteer like Huang Jiawei. However, in order to maintain his position as the village chief, he worked so hard to go to the county and township.

Chen Ming got off the car near the blacksmith shop and walked over.

Ma Jingui looked at Chen Ming's back and sighed helplessly. When he was trying to attack Chen Ming, he always felt like he was trying to get a tiger's skin.

The business of the Blacksmith Shop is no longer as prosperous as it was back then. This kind of iron knife that is prone to rust has been replaced by stainless steel knife. The countryside is becoming increasingly depressed, and many farm tools are no longer needed.

Zhang Xianchu is also old and can't swing the heavy hammer. He opens the door of the blacksmith shop and lies on the bamboo chair to take a nap every day.

As soon as Chen Ming walked into the blacksmith shop, a wave of heat rushed towards him.

"Master, is the blacksmith shop still making things now?" Chen Ming asked.
Chapter completed!