Perhaps, in this era, for ordinary people, reclaiming these wastelands seems to be more trouble than it's worth, laden with various difficulties.
In Chen Ping's view, all these taboos and difficulties are not a problem at all.
He even gathered a group of blacksmiths and carpenters, offering them generous compensation, and personally drew blueprints to recreate some farming tools he had seen or heard about in his previous life.
For example, the waterwheel, the curved plow, and so on...
The development speed was very fast, and crafting them wasn't too difficult.
Chen Ping even prioritized these items over the creation of weapons and armor.
Because he felt that there was an invisible and mysterious force that quietly gathered around him every day.
"Perhaps it is luck."
Chen Ping didn't know in what form this force affected him.
But he knew that force was always beneficial to him.
It could bring peace and joy, making tasks go smoothly.
He knew no more applications for it.
