The saber mainly consists of a large blade holder and a net bag. The blade is fixed to a wooden support beam and held by two short handles.

A rope is tied to both ends and passes over people's necks to keep the saber horizontal while allowing it to swing freely from side to side.

People could only stand upright, turn their bodies, and swing their arms from right to left to cut wheat stalks or other crops with scythes and throw them into another pushing net that followed closely behind.

The scythe is much faster than a sickle; they estimated that one scythe could harvest three acres of crops in fourteen minutes.

However, while the saber is highly efficient, it requires a great deal of labor and can only be completed by a strong workforce.

Moreover, samarium knives are extremely sharp and can easily injure people.

When the village chief saw the two simple harvesters that had been built, his face was full of smiles. He immediately told the villagers to take them and use them, and to make sure they were taught how to use them and not to hurt themselves.

The villagers were overjoyed and immediately gave the two scythes to the family of the youngest and strongest man in their village. They were relieved once the two young men learned how to use the scythes.

Only a few people knew about the forging of the scythe, but after seeing the results, the village head thought it was very good and ordered the blacksmiths in the village to speed up the process and forge more scythes.

The grain harvest in their village is not yet complete. In the past, it would have taken them more than half a month to finish the harvest, by which time the grain would have already burst open and fallen to the ground.

It would be such a waste to ruin it.

When the villagers saw the newly crafted scythe, which could harvest grain twice as fast as they had done before, they were overjoyed. "Village head, clan chief, who came up with this idea? It's so clever! With the scythe, all the grain in our village will be harvested at least five or six days earlier than in previous years! If our whole village uses the scythe for harvesting next year, it could reduce the harvest time by more than half!"

Because the sickle appeared late this year, the harvest of grain in the fields was not completed by every household, but some grain was harvested, so it will take a few days longer than expected!

The clan chief and his men weren't the type to claim credit for themselves. They told the clansmen directly that Rong Dong'an was the one who came up with the scythe, and that he had been thinking about it for several years before he finally came up with it.

Unexpectedly, this scythe turned out to be quite useful.

Those clansmen who originally had grievances against the Rong family immediately lost all their resentment upon hearing this news.

Furthermore, Magistrate Zuo Li came to their Zhonggui Village five days ago to investigate the matter of Gu Sanniu becoming a jinx. He emphasized that those who died because of Gu Sanniu were not destined to be jinxes, but were murdered.

So everyone's little selfish thoughts disappeared.

With the scythe, everyone no longer had to worry about the crops in the fields going unharvested or being wasted in the ground.

The village head was very happy to see the villagers so excited, but his happiness was short-lived, because the old gambler came to find him again.

"Old gambler, you've come to see me again. Has something come to mind regarding Gu Sanniu?"

The old gambler shook his head repeatedly: "No! I have a small request, and I hope the village head can grant it. If you agree, I will do whatever you ask! I will never cheat or shirk my duty and disappoint you!"

"What is it?" the village head asked curiously.

The old gambler said, "It's like this, I used to live in Gu Sanniu's thatched hut, but now the Gu family has demolished it, so I have nowhere to go and have been living in that cave on the mountain! But I can't live there forever, so I want to find the village head to rent a house for me to stay in temporarily! As for the rent, I will earn the money for you with my own strength!"

"Rent a house?" The village head frowned deeply. "Renting a house is not impossible, but what kind of house do you want to rent? Our clan does have several houses that are vacant. The owners of those houses have all gone to the county town or the provincial capital to make a living. If you want to rent one, I can arrange it for you!"

The old gambler lowered his head and slowly said, "I want to rent the empty house next to Dr. Rong Dong'an!"

"What?" The village head stared at the old gambler in astonishment. "You're not thinking of taking Rong Sheng back, are you?"

They actually live next door to Rong Dong'an; I wonder what their intentions are.

Moreover, that house is a two-courtyard house. The courtyard isn't particularly large, but the rent will definitely be high. How can the old gambler, who is living such a miserable life, afford to pay the rent?

Does he need to live in such a big house if he lives alone?

The old gambler didn't want to live in that two-courtyard house, but the man in black said he had to rent the house, and it didn't matter whether he lived there or not.

But they have to live there, otherwise his old bones will be subjected to their brutal baptism every day!

The old gambler is afraid! He's not afraid of being gossiped about behind his back, but he's afraid of being beaten up behind his back!

These days, he is being beaten by men in black every day, every moment. This kind of life is too painful, and he doesn't want to endure it at all.

If the village head is willing to rent the house to him, he'd be willing to work himself to death.

It's better than being beaten to death by men in black!

"Village head, I know my request is a bit excessive, but I still want to rent that house. No matter the price or the requirements, I'm willing to pay. I want to rent it!" the old gambler said firmly.

The village head looked at the old gambler with a puzzled expression. "Old gambler, this isn't like you at all. Tell me, are you in some kind of trouble? If you are, please tell me!" He was worried that it might affect the future of Zhonggui Village and the survival of the Rong clan!

The old gambler shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, I'm not in any trouble! I really want to rent that house!"

"Okay? Why? If you convince me, I'll rent it to you! If you can't convince me, then forget it!" He would never pry into the details if it were anyone else renting the house.

Instead, it was the old gambler, a person who loved gambling, who suddenly changed his ways, making him very suspicious that the old gambler had gotten into some trouble outside, and the source of the trouble was targeting their Zhonggui Village!

This is unacceptable!!

The old gambler: "..." This reason? He really couldn't find one! But he couldn't give up, because once he gave up, he would be tortured by the men in black when he got back.

“I want to get married and have children, but I have nothing, so I…” The reason was a bit lame, but the old gambler believed that the village head would give him a chance.

"Get married and have children?" The village head was taken aback and looked the old gambler up and down. "Are you sure someone would want to marry you?"

"So I want to turn over a new leaf! And the house is my biggest motivation! With a little change, I believe that over time, someone will be willing to marry me, and I will definitely not go astray as before and ruin my family!"

The old gambler started persuading the village headman, insisting that he absolutely must rent the house to him. He talked until his throat was dry and he almost knelt down.

But how could the village head possibly agree? The old gambler started to act recklessly, clinging to the village head's leg and refusing to let go, crying and making a scene, attracting the attention of the villagers who were at home feeding pigs and cattle.