The models produced by the other two workbenches can be directly used on this workbench, but it looks like a bit of an overkill.

Ning Ye didn't care about any of that; as long as this thing worked, it was better than anything else.

With the official start of this processing station, everyone was looking forward to the molten iron being transformed into meticulously crafted weapons—only in this way would it be right.

Fortunately, the workbench operated without any problems and began to transform all the molten iron into brand-new weapons according to the pre-set method. However, these weapons still needed to be polished and refined before they could be used.

Ning Ye looked at the finished weapon. Although it looked dark and unremarkable, its strength had actually reached a certain standard. So, strictly speaking, this attempt was a success.

"After such a long period of hard work, everyone has finally solved this problem. If there is anything you want, just tell me and I will fulfill your request. After all, those who have made contributions must be rewarded."

For more than a month, Zhang Zifeng and the others, along with Ning Ye, basically didn't close their eyes properly, because there were just too many things to do.

How should a part be manufactured?

How exactly should each part be assembled?

How should each part be proportioned?

Every problem that arose required them to take action themselves, and they were problems they had never faced before, even Ning Ye was no exception.

However, solving the problem naturally brought them great satisfaction, and Ning Ye's rewards were generous.

With the success of the first unit, there's no need to worry about anything else; just install everything step by step, and that will be enough.

Of course, this also required a lot of knowledge about iron ore. Fortunately, Ningye's iron ore mine was acquired, which not only met the needs of agricultural tools, but also met the needs of other aspects.

Moreover, if a truly urgent situation arises, Ning Ye would not hesitate to take those farm tools and melt them down to turn them into weapons. After all, he is only safe when his fists can protect him; otherwise, it's all just empty talk.

After resolving this matter, Ning Ye finally had time to check what had appeared in his system shop, since the system had unexpectedly given him a notification earlier.

Back in his room, Ning Ye started looking at the system's marketplace.

[The system shop has been randomly refreshed this week. Happy shopping!]

One powerful water pump, exchangeable for one hundred taels of silver.

[Water pipeline, one tael of silver per kilometer, unlimited exchange]

[Rain-making missiles, exchangeable for 1,000 taels of silver.]

[An iron ore map can be exchanged for 3000 taels of silver.]

One small drone, exchangeable for one hundred taels of silver.

After looking at the items, Ning Ye frowned deeply. He knew that the system wouldn't give him useless things, and now three in a row seemed to be telling him that a drought was coming.

Even though it had just snowed heavily, there was no way the ground would lack moisture, but Ning Ye had no choice but to trust the system. After all, could a system that could conjure up items out of thin air be explained by common sense?

Drought is always the most unsolvable problem, even in later generations. After all, without sufficient water, all you can do is wait to die.

The crops in the land need a sufficient water source at all times. If there is a lack of water, all the crops will die completely from drought. And the water needed to save them is quite hot.

Ning Ye can have the first two items right away. You exchanged for a rather large batch of waterproof cloth before, so if you start storing water now, there shouldn't be any problem.

After all, there is still plenty of snow in the mountains and forests. If we transport all of this over, along with the water we pump out, we might be able to get through this crisis.

The Lord was a man of action, and immediately ordered Shen Yuanzhi to gather people to start digging!

"You have to do this job well, and the bigger the hole, the better. Even if it's over the limit, it doesn't matter. Anyway, if you don't do it well, let me tell you, you'll definitely be dealt with severely by me."

Shen Yuanzhi asked, somewhat puzzled, "Young Master, what exactly are you digging this big pit for? And given how close it is to the farmland, I'm afraid it will affect next year's reclamation."

“You don’t need to know this right now. I not only require you to dig the pit, but also to spread the word that I’ll collect the snow. As long as you send a cartload of snow, I’ll still collect it at ten coins per cartload.”

"It seems a bit too early for you to store water now, sir. Besides, the rainfall in our area is actually quite good every year, and it has been very stable for many years."

Ning Ye's gaze sharpened. "Do what I tell you to do, not stand here questioning me. So hurry up and do it. If you don't do it well, your fate won't be much better than those refugees."

Shen Yuanzhi immediately shut his mouth. After all, who would want to go back to that bottomless abyss after having enjoyed a good life?

While Ningye was making great strides, Hu Laosan in the Xiguan area felt something was amiss, because after so much time, the rebel army had been completely suppressed.

Logically speaking, Lin Xinping, who was in charge of quelling the rebellion here, should have been preparing to return home, but instead he stayed to rest.

This suppression of the uprising was quite successful; instead of rushing back to claim credit, they stayed behind. Here's one more thing; after all, anyone would see this as a waste of time, since there's practically nothing to be gained from this place.

But Lin Xinping seemed unwilling to move, nominally because the army needed time to rest after this campaign before embarking on the long journey back to the capital. However, this was not actually the case.

After all, if others don't know, how could Hu Laosan not know?

This army is basically just playing house. Although it is indeed tiring, so much time has passed, it should be about time.

Few dared to speak of such a strange thing, since the rest of the army obeyed Lin Xinping's orders. Even if these local officials had grievances, they could only obediently accompany him, otherwise they would be the ones to suffer if they were unhappy.

Strange things kept happening day by day, and heaven knows how long this dynasty could continue to linger on.