It took him more than half an hour to buy the mushrooms. He was going to the carpenter's shop to see how the waterwheel was coming along.

Inside the carpentry shop, several people were busy. The main frame of the waterwheel was completed, and it wouldn't be long before the waterwheel was finished.

Zhao Xian was a little excited. This was a simple waterwheel that he had designed after transmigrating and using his mechanical knowledge.

If it were a traditional agricultural waterwheel, a carpenter probably wouldn't be able to build it in two days.

The waterwheel was finally completed. Zhao Xian tried it out, nodded, and was very satisfied.

"Can this waterwheel really draw water from the river?" The carpenter had no confidence whatsoever in the thing he had made with his own hands.

"Would you like to go take a look? I'll go irrigate the rice paddies right now." He said, taking out a coin from his pocket.

Zhao Xian quickly counted out two hundred copper coins and handed them to the carpenter, feeling much more relaxed. Using copper coins for large transactions would definitely be inconvenient.

Zhao Xiaoshan was stunned. He had no idea where this scholar had gotten so much money all of a sudden.

The carpenter was a little excited. This was his first big job in months, and it was cash on delivery. In the past, when he made furniture for the villagers, he was lucky if he could get paid at the end of the year.

The carpenter handed the money to his wife, telling her to keep it safe, and that there were two hundred copper coins, not a penny less.

"Scholar, I'd like to go and see too. I want to figure out how this waterwheel draws water."

Zhao Xiaoshan carried the waterwheel on his back and walked towards his family's rice paddy, with Zhao Xian and the carpenter following behind him.

Soon they arrived at the riverbank of their own rice paddy. Zhao Xiaosheng had already dug the ditch and was sitting on the ground resting.

Seeing my younger brother carrying a very large thing over, I felt a surge of joy.

Before this, there were many people carrying water to irrigate the fields. They had already seen Zhao Xiaosheng digging ditches, but they didn't understand what he meant.

"Xiao Sheng, why are you digging this ditch? You don't mean to let the river water flow into your rice paddies, do you?" The speaker was Zhou Ertiao from the village. He was a sharp-tongued and mean-spirited man who wasn't well-liked in the village.

"My brother is going to build a waterwheel so he can draw water from the river," Zhao Xiaosheng said excitedly.

"Haha, your scholar brother only knows how to recite Confucian classics all day long. He doesn't know anything about farming. If he can divert water from the river to the rice paddies, I'll eat the soil you dig up."

"You're not allowed to insult my brother like that! If you keep talking nonsense like this, I won't be polite!" Zhao Xiaosheng clenched his fists, his eyes blazing with anger.

"Haha, getting angry already? Your scholar brother is a jinx. Your family is in such a miserable state because of that scholar's mischief." Zhou Ertiao mocked again.

"You're talking nonsense." Zhao Xiaosheng threw down his digging tools and was about to rush over.

It's common for farmers to fight over land boundaries and water sources in the countryside, but it's quite rare for these two to fight over a mere verbal argument.

Soon a crowd gathered, and things were getting interesting.

A conflict was about to break out when a man strode over and grabbed Zhao Xiaosheng.

"Little Saint, don't be impulsive, don't fight."

This man is Zhao Youzhu, Zhao Xian's uncle. He is not yet fifty years old, but farmers tend to look older, and he looks about sixty.

The original owner's father, Zhao Yougen, was the second son in his family. After Zhao Yougen passed away, Zhao Youzhu took good care of the family. It was a source of pride for the Zhao family to produce a scholar.

“What business is it of yours if they dig a ditch to divert water? Everyone heard what you just said. If Xiao Sheng manages to bring the river water up later, you’ll be eating all this dirt.” Zhao Youzhu glared fiercely at Zhou Ertiao.

"Yes, I did say that if a scholar can build a waterwheel to bring water up for irrigation, I will eat dirt. Everyone can be my witness."

The scholars haven't arrived yet, so they don't know what a waterwheel looks like. They'll come and see what's going on when the waterwheel arrives. Right now, their priority is to speed up the water-carrying process to irrigate the rice paddies.

Soon everyone dispersed, and Zhao Xiaosheng continued digging the ditch.

The ditch had already been dug, and Zhao Xiaosheng repaired it, trying to make it as flat as possible.

"Xiao Sheng, tell me what kind of waterwheel Zhao Xian wants to make. Can it really bring river water to the fields?" Zhao Youzhu asked with some concern.

"My brother took Xiaoshan to build a waterwheel. He said it would be ready in an hour, and they should be back soon," Zhao Xiaosheng said confidently.

“Alright, I’ll help you tidy up the ditch too. If the waterwheel can really bring water for irrigation, then we won’t have to carry water so hard. If we rely on carrying water to irrigate my ten acres of rice, it will exhaust us to death.”

"Uncle, I'll help you dig a ditch later to bring the water to your field."

"Don't rush, let's see how effective this waterwheel is at drawing water."

At this moment, Zhao Youzhu desperately hoped that the water diversion would be successful, so that he would no longer have to carry water.

Zhao Xiaosheng had almost finished his work. He looked towards the village entrance and finally saw several people rushing towards him from there.

He was excited. Xiaoshan was carrying a long thing on his shoulder. Was that the waterwheel his brother had made?

Just now, Zhao Xiaosheng and Zhou Ertiao had a fight. Everyone knows that the scholar wants to build a waterwheel to divert water for irrigation. They don't know what a waterwheel is, and they are very curious about that thing that can divert water.

Just then, Zhao Xiaoshan came over carrying a long, heavy object, and we knew that this must be the waterwheel.

When they reached the riverbank, Zhao Xiaoshan gently lowered the waterwheel. It looked long and big, but it wasn't heavy; he could easily lift it by himself.

In no time, the farmers gathered around, eager to see how the waterwheel brought the river water up.

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