Protect Our Clan Leader - Chapter 1219 - 1219 3 Lift Off The Wastrel Strives for

Chapter 1219: Chapter 3 Lift Off! The Wastrel Strives for Strength_3 Chapter 1219: Chapter 3 Lift Off! The Wastrel Strives for Strength_3 After all, even if the Wang family is wealthy, currently it is impossible for everyone to be a Sky Pride, with full resources devoted to their cultivation. The good news is that the Spirit Gathering Array at the Wang family’s Main Residence is gradually taking shape, and some cultivation areas with particularly rich spiritual energy are starting to be developed.

Wang Anrong, with hard work to accumulate more Contribution Points and with the help of the Family Head Wang Shouzhe to extend his lifespan, still had a chance to step into the Heavenly Human Realm using auxiliary breakthrough drugs like the “Ascension Pill.”

However, although Wang Anrong was inconspicuous among the Wang family members, he was a significant figure outside. Especially at No. 13 Farm in Xinping Town, he was a paramount figure.

“Ningxi, since this is your matter, it is also your uncle’s matter,” Wang Anrong said boldly while patting his chest, “Those two Level Three Purple Horned Spirit Cows are now your responsibility. Even if you slaughter and eat them, your uncle won’t mind.”

“Thank you, Uncle, but there’s no need to eat,” replied Wang Ningxi nervously, knowing well that if he dared to kill the productive Purple Horned Spirit Cows for food, he would likely get beaten up.

“By the way, I heard you called off your engagement? And got beaten up for it?” Curiosity flared up in Wang Anrong as he asked, “How many fun novels did you read to do such a … ”
“Uncle… let’s not talk about that,” Wang Ningxi was nearly in tears, as recently, every family member he met was concerned about his broken engagement and the beating.

“Alright, alright, let’s not mention it.” Wang Anrong, directing several Spirit Plant Masters with cultivation bases, strapped a Purple Horned Spirit Cow to a newly designed disc blade plow.

On the plow frame roller, ten disc blades were fitted, each with a diameter of 4.5 feet. The edges sparkled coldly but they weren’t very sharp. If they were too sharp, they would chip easily.

After adjusting the diagonal angle and fitting the lever weights and mud guards, the disc plow cut into the soil.

Then,
the Purple Horned Spirit Cow, weighing over 5000 pounds, dragged the two-wheeled plow forward. As the roller turned, the angled disc blades also rotated, crushing the weeds, turning the soil, and exposing all sorts of roots, stones, and worms.

It didn’t take long for the land behind the plow to reveal rough, plowed earth about ten feet wide, and when it encountered larger stones, the circular blades rolled over them without getting stuck.

“Good, good, good!” An experienced and overjoyed Wang Anrong exclaimed, “The Purple Horned Spirit Cow pulls it with ease. This type of disc blade plow is very suitable for reclaiming wild land. Call some tenant farmers over to clean up the stones and debris turned up.”

The once-overturned land was much easier to clean up.

And Wang Ningxi was quite excited, yet he was calculating the time. After about two hours, the Purple Horned Spirit Cow stopped to rest, rewarded with some Spirit Grass and Spirit Bean pulp.

Wang Anrong and others measured the initially plowed land themselves. In two hours, this disc blade plow initially reclaimed about twenty acres of wasteland.

Thḭʂ 𝓬hαpţᥱr 𝚒𝗌 pⲟ𝘴ţꬲđ b𝙮 𝓀𝚒𝐭ᥱ𝓃ⲟ𝕧𝙚𝘭

This was tough, low-quality wasteland; otherwise, Wang Anrong would have already reclaimed it with ease.

“With ten tenant farmers to follow up and clear the rocks, weeds, and foreign objects, or to break and remove large rocks, they could keep up with this disc blade plow,” Wang Anrong analyzed, saying, “But one plowing obviously isn’t enough. It could be plowed lengthwise first, then crosswise. By this calculation, about ten acres can be initially reclaimed every two hours.”

“One plow, by working six hours a day on average, can reclaim sixty acres. Under suitable weather conditions for a year, at least ten thousand acres can be reclaimed.”

“For the Wang family’s tenant farmers, the total cost is fifty Qian Gold a year for ten farmers, and four hundred Qian Gold a year for feeding the Level Three Purple Horned Spirit Cows, plus other miscellaneous costs, this team’s annual expense is about five hundred Qian Gold. The initial reclamation cost per low-quality acre is about three Copper Coins. If it’s regular wasteland, the cost could be reduced even further.”

“If used for tilling cultivated land, it would definitely be easier; the plow frame could even be doubled in length, and only one pass would suffice, plowing a hundred to three hundred acres a day without any issue.”

“However, using the Purple Horned Spirit Cow for reclamation is relatively cost-effective, whereas using common cows for plowing saves costs even more, as long as the plow is downsized.”

Wang Anrong, a professional farmer, after these calculations, slapped Wang Ningxi’s shoulder excitedly and said, “Ningxi boy, you’re going to make a fortune. Whether it’s reclaiming or starting to plow cultivated land, compared to traditional plowing, you’ll save at least half the plowing costs.”

Wang Ningxi was also very excited. How much land is there in all of Da Qian? If it were all to use his invented plow… just the contribution from one percent of that, how much could he harvest?

Even a “failure” could have their spring.

Of course, it’s just a thought, to popularize the disc plow throughout Da Qian was considered something to be seen within a lifetime.

This matter quickly reached Wang Shouzhe’s ears.

He felt very gratified; that beating had not been endured in vain, as the saying goes: no pain, no gain. Yet, he also kept his promise, taking Wang Ningxi with him to ride the imperial flying carriage to the Sacred Land.

However, just as Wang Ningxi had packed up his luggage and was enthusiastically boarding his grand grandfather’s flying carriage, he froze on the spot.

On the flying carriage, apart from his grand grandfather, there were two other people.

One was a man, burly as a mighty elephant, glaring with fist-sized eyes, looking rather hostilely at Wang Ningxi.

And the other was a girl about ten years old, delicately beautiful with watery eyes that were quietly gazing at Wang Ningxi.

“Ningxi, what are you standing around for?” Wang Shouzhe warmly called out, “Come, come, greet our family’s Lingbo.”

Oh, Grand Grandfather, really?

Are you trying to get me killed here?

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