Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 181: Scientific Farming!

The next day.

Su Ming gathered Old Wang, Old Li, and Zhang Asheng together for a closed-door, short meeting.

"Starting today, your tasks are changing," Su Ming got straight to the point.

He handed each of them a new, more detailed procedure manual.

"Old Wang, your 'Quality Control Manual' needs an upgrade. It's not just about recording errors anymore; you must analyze the root causes of those errors and propose at least three improvement solutions. I need you to become the 'brain' of the Repair Hall."

"Old Li, your 'Repair Manual' is also changing. I don't just need you to repair things well; I need you to summarize the most beginner-friendly repair techniques and compile a set of 'Quick-Start Training Materials for Newcomers.' I need you to become the 'instructor' of the Repair Hall."

"Asheng, your 'Material Processing Manual' is the same. I want you to quantify everything: the properties of each material, the pros and cons of substitutes, the differences after processing with different methods, and create charts and diagrams. I need you to become the 'database' of the Repair Hall."

He looked at the three men who were too shocked to speak, his voice steady and powerful.

"What I need are not three skilled craftsmen. I need three 'teachers' capable of training hundreds, even thousands, of qualified craftsmen!"

"The future of our Repair Hall does not rest on me alone. It depends on whether we can replicate and pass down this set of standards!"These words completely ignited the fire within the three men. Looking at the manuals in their hands, they no longer saw just a job, but a weighty, groundbreaking undertaking!

Just as Su Ming was about to elaborate further on his expansion plans, a clear, slightly arrogant voice came from outside the courtyard gate.

"Excuse me, is this place the Formation Lines Repair Hall, reputed to be the 'Cornerstone of the Sect'?"

Heavenly Sword Peak standing at the entrance, a simple, ancient-looking longsword strapped to his back. He was tall and straight, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, exuding an aura as sharp as an

the scabbard were some strange runes Su Ming had never

especially on those peculiar runes glowing with faint bloody light. It was a structure he had never encountered in the "Basic Overview of Formations," filled with a primitive and violent aura, breathing as if it

thing isn't right. It looks like some kind of evil, blood-sacrifice-refined rune.

but his expression remained the same, calm and

his hands towards the sharp-browed, bright-eyed young man, neither subservient

formation lines within the sect. The runes on your scabbard are exquisitely structured,

his position while giving the

such a straightforward refusal. He frowned, his sharp

no hesitation. His gaze was clear, meeting the

as if searching for any trace of pretense on his

"Farewell."

once more towards the young

turned around and said calmly, "Clean up the workstations. Prepare

lightly

"standardization" had finally blown out of the small valley of the External Affairs

later, an unexpected visitor knocked on the gate of

a middle-aged cultivator with a kindly face and skin

he was stunned by the

today, it truly lives

he