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Chi Tianmin's unceremonious approach made Lei's mother smile and feel completely relieved.

Although they had only been in contact for a short moment, Lei's mother could already feel from his attitude towards the servants around him that Chi Tianmin was a good master and Lei Zhenyu would not suffer if he followed him.

Chi Tianmin had a natural affection for Lei's mother because he felt her deep maternal love for Lei Zhenyu from her.

The first moment they entered the courtyard, her eyes fell on Lei Zhenyu, and the kindness in her eyes was impossible to ignore.

Chi Tianmin was an orphan in his previous life, and the old man's love was very restrained, making it difficult for people to notice.

Chi Zhantian in this life also had a cold temperament and was not good at expressing fatherly love.

Chi Tianmin was extremely envious and yearned for this deep love between mother and child.

Lei Mu's body does not look very good. She is so weak that she can be blown down by a gust of wind.

Lei Mu is less than thirty years old, but she looks like a woman in her forties, with an old face and gray temples.

The occasional muffled coughs made people feel the frailty of her body.

As a widow, it is not easy to raise children.

She had to take care of Lei Zhenyu's life and also complete the heavy farm work. Over time, her body was already exhausted.

From Lei Mu, Chi Tianmin felt the brilliance of motherhood, which is the purest love a mother has for her child.

After eating the pastries prepared by Lei's mother, Chi Tianmin asked Lei Zhenyu to take him around the village.

He wants to inspect the territory in the future, and he may be here for a long time.

Different from the rows of pavilions and pavilions in the imperial capital, Xiaoyu Village is a completely different scene.

High mountains, flowing water, green trees, chirping birds, chirping insects, and reverberating symphony make people feel relaxed and happy.

The villagers did not stop working because of Chi Tianmin's arrival. After everyone said hello, they continued working.

In the fields, all you can see is a golden patch, with plump ears of millet hanging on golden stalks, swaying with the wind, waiting for people to harvest.

This year is a good year. It is a harvest year. Everyone is overflowing with the joy of the harvest, except Chi Tianmin.

Seeing the scene of the villagers harvesting, Chi Tianmin felt sad for no reason.

I saw all the old people, children and women working hard in the fields.

The octogenarian man, with a stooped figure, tremblingly cut off bunches of millet stalks. When he got tired, he stopped and beat his back, and then continued working.

The young children had to endure the pain and continue harvesting even though their hands were already covered with blood blisters.

Even if they put in such hardships, they can barely get enough to survive. It is already extremely difficult for them to just survive.

In his previous life, Chi Tianmin, who had been influenced by fine culture since childhood, felt compassion in his heart when he saw this scene.

The hard-working people should not have to endure so much suffering. They deserve a better life.

In Lingwu Continent, civilians belong to the bottom. Those craftsmen and casters who are above them only think about how to make more powerful weapons, but never think about doing something for the civilians.

At this moment, Chi Tianmin realized the meaning of becoming a craftsman.

Even a trivial invention can help alleviate the suffering of these working people, which is extremely meaningful to him.

With this thought in mind, Chi Tianmin became more attentive to the art of craftsmanship and observed the villagers' harvesting more carefully.

Every time they harvest, the villagers need to bend down and stand up. Repeating this action causes great wear and tear on the waist and abdomen.

Harvested corn cannot be eaten directly. After it is dried, it needs to be beaten manually to knock the corn off the stalks.

Every grain of grain is extremely precious to them, and the children use their hands to pick out the corn scattered on the ground and the remaining corn on the stalks.

This traditional harvesting method is very backward, time-consuming and labor-intensive, and is not much different from the ancient times.

In previous lives, science and technology were the primary productive forces. With the development of science and technology, advanced equipment has replaced labor and greatly improved production capacity.

Considering the situation in Lingwu Continent, spiritual power is the driving force for social development. The first thing Chi Tianmin thought of was a craftsman-made weapon.

He flipped through the "Book of Craftsmen" in his mind, recalling whether there were any similar records of equipment.

The "Book of Craftsmen" records many siege equipment and god-slaying weapons, but there are very few tools related to farming.

Craftsmen are also a type of practitioners. They all think about how to improve the efficiency of practice and how to have strong attack and defense power.

Practitioners have an innate sense of superiority, and they look down upon the general public.

"How much can this acre of land produce?" Chi Tianmin continued his research.

"More than three hundred pounds."

"Why are there so few?" This output is indeed a bit low.

Lei Zhenyu didn't know how to answer. In his mind, one acre of land could only produce so much.

There is no such thing as fertilizer in Lingwu Continent. The barrenness of the land is closely related to the aura.

Land with high soil aura will have high yields, and vice versa.

Some ladies from noble families would even use spirit gathering arrays to gather spiritual energy in order to plant beautiful flowers.

Such a luxurious approach is certainly not applicable to farmers, who can only resign themselves to fate.

Chi Tianmin looked around and saw a large area of ​​wasteland not far away that was uncultivated.

"Why are there so many wastelands over there and no one is planting them?" Chi Tianmin asked curiously.

"There aren't that many people, so we can't plant it." Lei Zhenyu replied.

The entire Lingwu Continent is vast and sparsely populated, but there is actually no shortage of land.

However, crops have their own seasons for planting, and they cannot grow if they miss the season. At a specific time, manpower is limited, and the land that villagers can plant is also limited.

The amount of land that can be planted now is the limit of each villager, and they will not be able to plant any more.

Chi Tianmin's vision was naturally not comparable to that of ordinary villagers, but he could understand that in previous lives, there was no shortage of land, but wasn't there also a shortage of food?

Opening up resources is always more effective than reducing expenditures. Improving productivity is the key to allowing them to live a good life.

"This is all white rice. If it works properly, all of you can eat white rice every meal." Chi Tianmin sighed.

Dried corn rice can only be eaten by farmers during the New Year and festivals. Usually it is porridge and various grains, and white rice is simply unthinkable.

When Lei Zhenyu heard this, he looked excited and said, "Is there anything you can do?"

Chi Tianmin is the smartest person Lei Zhenyu has ever seen. He is always full of fantastic ideas and makes the impossible possible.

"Let me go back and think about it. It won't be any worse than it is now." Chi Tianmin smiled and agreed.

He had already planned to use the art of craftsmanship to try to change the lives of the people at the bottom, and also to add some goals and interest to his future days.

People always have to have some dreams, otherwise there is no difference between them and salted fish.