In the famine, others ate Guanyin soil, but he had space to build a farm.

Lin Kunlun walked side by side with the old village chief, crossing the familiar dirt road in the village and heading towards the residence of the blacksmith Xu. The sun shone through the sparse clouds, sprinkling on them in patches, bringing a hint of warmth. The air around them was filled with the fresh scent of soil and weeds, and the occasional chirping of birds added a bit of liveliness to this quiet afternoon.

The two came to the door of Xu the blacksmith's house. Lin Kunlun knocked on the door gently and shouted loudly: "Uncle Xu! Are you home?" The voice echoed in the empty courtyard. Xu the blacksmith was a craftsman in the village with superb skills, so his family was relatively well-off. In addition to Lin Kunlun and the old village chief who had surplus food at home, Xu the blacksmith was also one of the few people in the village who had a decent life.

At this moment, blacksmith Xu was busy in the yard. He was wearing a faded coarse cloth and an oily apron tied around his waist. He was busy drying some freshly picked wild vegetables on the rack. Hearing the sound outside the door, he looked up, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he put down his work and walked over quickly.

"Old village chief, Kunlun, why are you here?" Blacksmith Xu showed a warm smile on his face, with a hint of surprise in his tone. As he spoke, he welcomed the two into the house.

The old village chief smiled and said, "Old Xu, the village has organized a self-defense team. We came to you to ask for your help in making some things." His voice was steady and powerful, revealing an unquestionable firmness.

When Xu the blacksmith heard this, a flash of understanding flashed in his eyes. He nodded and said, "Oh, so that's what you are going to do. I don't know what you are going to do." His tone was still very cautious. He did not agree immediately.

"It's like this, the village's self-defense force has never had a suitable weapon! I want you to make a batch of those spearheads!" The old village chief then stated the purpose of his visit.

"Forge a spear head! I don't know how to do that! You know I usually just make hoes, sickles and the like! I've never made this kind of weapon before!" Blacksmith Xu said after a moment of hesitation.

"No! Old Xu, please don't lie to me! With your craftsmanship, it would be no problem even if I asked you to make those real swords and guns! Now we just want you to make some spearheads, which are not much different from hoes!" The old village chief looked at blacksmith Xu and asked.

"We can't make this!" Blacksmith Xu shook his head. "Village chief, you got the wrong person. I'm just an old farmer, how can I understand this?"

Lin Kunlun was a little disappointed when he saw that Xu the blacksmith refused. He didn't expect that Xu the blacksmith would be so resistant to making weapons! He was counting on Xu the blacksmith to help him make weapons, but he didn't expect Xu the blacksmith to disagree. But he thought about it and realized that the old village chief was not the kind of person who would randomly arrest people. Since he didn't arrest people randomly, he shouldn't let him work for nothing. Thinking about it, he felt much better.

"Old Xu, I know what you are thinking! You must be afraid that the news of making weapons will be leaked! It will bring trouble to yourself! You can rest assured that no one will leak you out! And you also know what the situation is outside now. If the villagers don’t have weapons to protect themselves, they may become the target of robbery by those bandits at any time!" said the old village chief with a sigh.

"But making weapons privately is a capital crime!" said Xu the blacksmith with a sigh. He knew that even if he talked his mouth off today, he would not be able to change the village chief's mind.

"Uncle Xu! I know the situation outside best! Now even the officials in the county think that the county can no longer be saved! The people over at the mine may be preparing to attack the county now! Who has the time to manage the forging of a few weapons! Don't worry, nothing will happen! Even if something happens, I will find a way to protect you!" Lin Kunlun also said with a smile at this time.

Blacksmith Xu looked at the two people in front of him. The old village chief had a firm face, while Lin Kunlun had a sincere face. He knew they were telling the truth. The world outside was in chaos, and even the government was busy with its own affairs, so how could it have the energy to care about the country folks making weapons like them? However, he was an honest farmer after all, and he had never done or thought about making weapons.

He was silent for a moment, and finally said: "Okay, since you all say so, then I will give it a try. But I have to make it clear that although my craftsmanship is good, I have no experience in making weapons. If I fail, don't blame me."

The old village chief smiled when he heard this. He patted Blacksmith Xu on the shoulder and said, "Old Xu, don't worry. We believe in you. Besides, it doesn't matter even if we can't fight well. At least we have weapons to protect ourselves, and we feel more at ease."

Lin Kunlun also nodded and said, "Uncle Xu, just go for it boldly. We all support you."

Blacksmith Xu was moved by their words, and a warm feeling surged in his heart. He knew that although he was just an ordinary farmer, he could also contribute to the village in this chaotic world. He took a deep breath, nodded, and said, "Okay, then I'll give it a try."

So, the three of them walked into the workshop of the blacksmith Xu. The blacksmith Xu began to get busy. He selected the best iron materials and started to forge the spearhead. Lin Kunlun and the old village chief helped him by handing tools and moving iron blocks. They were very busy.

The sun shone through the window onto the face of the blacksmith Xu, and beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead. But he had no intention of stopping to rest, and the hammer in his hand kept hitting the iron block, making a crisp sound. Lin Kunlun and the old village chief looked at his focused expression and couldn't help but feel respect in their hearts.

In this way, the three of them were busy until the evening. Finally, the first batch of spearheads were finally made. Although the style was simple and rough, it was tough and sharp. Lin Kunlun picked up a spearhead, looked at it carefully, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face. He knew that with these weapons, the village's self-defense force would have more confidence to face the bandits.

The old village chief also came over, looked at the spear in his hand, and said, "Old Xu, you really helped us a lot. With these weapons, our village will be protected."

Hearing this, Xu the blacksmith smiled proudly. He knew that although he was just an ordinary farmer, he could also play his role in this chaotic world. He felt a sense of pride in his heart, as if he saw hope for the future of the village.

Lin Kunlun looked at the 10 spearheads that had been made. After these spearheads were installed with white wax rods, their lethality would definitely not be weak. It would be perfect for protecting the village.