The tool shed was almost empty except for a few rusty hoes and chipped sickles.

Shen Qiqi looked at the seeds in her hand, then at the bare tool shed, her face wrinkled like a bitter gourd.

"Oh my god, this thing can be used to grow melons? I'm afraid it will tire me to death!"

Lu Qing also scratched his head, looking helpless: "This... is indeed a bit shabby. How about we go to town and buy a new one?"

"Go to town? It would take ages to go back and forth, and the flowers would be cold!" Shen Qiqi waved her hand. "Besides, the things sold in town may not be suitable for our land. Well, we have to think of other ways."

An idea flashed through Shen Qiqi's mind, her eyes lit up, and she slapped her thigh: "Got it! Go find Blacksmith Zhang!"

Blacksmith Zhang's blacksmith shop is located at the east end of the village. The clanging sound of iron hammering can be heard from miles around.

Shen Qiqi rushed to the blacksmith shop, and a wave of heat hit her face, mixed with the smell of iron filings.

Blacksmith Zhang was swinging a sledgehammer, sweat pouring down his face, sparks flying everywhere.

"Uncle Zhang, are you busy?" Shen Qiqi shouted at the top of her voice.

Blacksmith Zhang stopped his work, wiped the sweat off his face, and glanced at Shen Qiqi: "Oh, it's Qiqi, what's the matter?"

Shen Qiqi didn't waste any words and directly stated her purpose: "I would like to ask you to help me make some farm tools."

"Farm tools? What farm tools?" Blacksmith Zhang looked confused.

Shen Qiqi took out her sketch and pointed at the pattern on it and explained, "I want to make something similar to a small hoe, but with a narrower head, so it's easier to loosen the soil for the melon seedlings. In addition, I also want to make..."

The more Zhang the blacksmith listened, the tighter his brows furrowed. When Shen Qiqi finished speaking, he pushed the drawings back and waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, your stuff is too delicate, I can't do it! Besides, making these little things is time-consuming and laborious, and it's not worth much money. How can I have that kind of time!"

Shen Qiqi had long expected that Zhang the Blacksmith would refuse. She stepped forward and looked at him firmly, "Uncle Zhang, I know this job is troublesome, but..." Shen Qiqi paused and took out a piece of silver from her pocket, "This is a deposit. After the job is done, I will give you double the wages."

Blacksmith Zhang looked at the piece of silver and his eyes flickered, but he still did not agree.

He sighed and said, "Qiqi, it's not that I don't want to help you, it's really..."

"Uncle Zhang," Shen Qiqi interrupted him, "Just consider it a favor. This tool is very important to me."

Zhang the blacksmith looked at Shen Qiqi's persistent eyes and finally gave in.

He sighed deeply and said, "Alright, alright, girl... I really can't do anything about you! But I can't guarantee that it will be exactly like your drawing."

"As long as it can be done!" Shen Qiqi was overjoyed, "Then I'll trouble Uncle Zhang!"

"Hey," Zhang the blacksmith shook his head helplessly, "You girl..." He picked up Shen Qiqi's drawings and looked at them carefully again, "This thing is really... unheard of..."

After Shen Qiqi was rejected by Zhang the Blacksmith, her heart felt like it was being pressed down by a huge stone, heavy and heavy.

She hung her head and paced slowly in the village like a defeated rooster, as if the whole world had darkened.

The air around seemed to freeze, making it hard to breathe.

Lu Qing followed behind Shen Qiqi silently, and felt so distressed when he saw her lost look.

He knew that his wife was a person who never gave up, and she must have been hit hard this time.

He wanted to say a few words of comfort, but didn't know where to start. He could only stay with her silently, hoping to give her some strength.

At this moment, Shen Qiqi suddenly stopped and raised her head abruptly. Her originally dim eyes instantly lit up, like two shining stars.

The corners of her mouth rose slightly, revealing a confident smile, as if the loss just now was just an illusion.

She took out a few pieces of paper from her bosom, which were densely covered with various lines and patterns. These were the tool designs she had just redrawn.

She unfolded the blueprint, the paper swayed gently in the breeze, and the lines on it seemed to dance.

These drawings are more detailed than the previous ones, marking various dimensions and angles, and even taking into account the materials and craftsmanship.

She confidently held up the blueprints and shouted into the air, "Humph, they're just a few broken tools. I can make them myself!"

Lu Qing was stunned by Shen Qiqi's sudden change. He leaned over to take a look and saw all kinds of strange-shaped tools drawn on the drawing, some that looked like small hoes, some that looked like rakes, and some things he had never seen before.

Although he could not understand the mystery of these drawings, he could feel the wisdom and creativity contained in them.

He looked at Shen Qiqi's sparkling eyes, his heart filled with admiration.

He knew that his wife would always surprise him like this.

Lu Qing couldn't help but exclaimed in amazement: "Wife, you are... too amazing! How did you come up with these pictures?"

Shen Qiqi raised her chin proudly and said with a smile: "Huh, that's nothing, the best is yet to come!" She rolled up the drawing, tucked it under her arm, turned around and left.

Lu Qing looked at Shen Qiqi's energetic back and asked curiously, "Wife, where are you going?"

Without even turning back, Shen Qiqi said, "Looking for help!"

Shen Qiqi is not the kind of soft persimmon who gives up easily. She curled the corners of her mouth and revealed a smile that seemed to be "making trouble."

She walked briskly and headed straight for the gathering place of the "technical workers" in the village - those young people who loved to tinker with small gadgets on weekdays.

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