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!" 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"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'?"

Su Ming looked up and saw a young man dressed in the attire of a personal disciple of 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 unsheathed blade.

In his hand, he held a damaged scabbard. Carved onto the scabbard were some strange runes Su Ming had never seen before, emitting a faint, bloody glow.

Su Ming's gaze lingered on the scabbard for a moment, 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 were alive.

Inside the Xuantian ring, Lin Yu's soul sense instantly went on high alert: "Disciple, don't touch it! This thing isn't right. It looks like some kind of evil, blood-sacrifice-refined rune. It's not in our knowledge base. Getting involved with this would be major trouble!"

Su Ming understood internally, but his expression remained the same, calm and businesslike.

He cupped his hands towards the sharp-browed, bright-eyed young man, neither subservient nor arrogant.

"Senior Brother, my sincere apologies," his voice was gentle yet distant. "This hall is newly established, with limited manpower and skills. Currently, we only undertake the repair and maintenance of basic formation lines within the sect. The runes on your scabbard are exquisitely structured, far beyond our current capabilities. To avoid delaying your important matters, I must ask you to seek more skilled assistance elsewhere."

His words were flawless, clearly stating his position while giving the other party ample face.

The young man clearly hadn't expected such a straightforward refusal. He frowned, his sharp aura intensifying. "You really can't repair it?"

"Really cannot repair it," Su Ming's reply held no hesitation. His gaze was clear, meeting the other's scrutiny with utter frankness.

The young man looked at him deeply, as if searching for any trace of pretense on his face, but found only complete sincerity. He was decisive, putting the scabbard away, turning, and leaving.

"Farewell."

Su Ming bowed slightly once more towards the young man's retreating back.

Chief Engineer Su Ming turned around and said calmly, "Clean up the workstations. Prepare to record yesterday's data."

A small disturbance was thus lightly and effortlessly quelled by him.

The wind of "standardization" had finally blown out of the small valley of the External Affairs Hall.

Three days later, an unexpected visitor knocked on the gate of Bing Character Seven Courtyard.

The visitor was a manager from the Spiritual Plant Garden, surnamed Sun. He was a middle-aged cultivator with a kindly face and skin darkened from years of tending medicinal herbs.

The moment he entered the courtyard, he was stunned by the massive "data wall" and the orderly assembly line operation within.

"I have long heard of the Repair Hall's great reputation. Seeing it today, it truly lives up to its name!" Manager Sun's attitude was extremely polite.

After exchanging pleasantries, he stated his purpose.

The Spiritual Plant Garden was responsible for cultivating over forty percent of the sect's spiritual herbs used for alchemy. The two most important foundational formations there—the "Spirit Gathering Array" that maintained spiritual energy concentration and the "Cloud-Rain Array" that regulated temperature and humidity—operated year-round and suffered significant wear and tear.

"...The senior brothers from Formation Peak are either busy researching profound formations or look down on such small tasks. Getting them to take action once not only costs a high price but also requires waiting in line for several months," Manager Sun said with a pained expression. "I heard that the Repair Hall is not only remarkably efficient but also exceptionally skilled at optimizing processes. So, I boldly came to ask if Master Su... oh, I mean, Senior Brother Su, could lead a team to our place to take a look and see if you could help optimize things a bit."

This was like a pillow arriving just as one was feeling sleepy.

Su Ming immediately agreed. Early the next morning, he brought Old Wang and Zhang Asheng, following Manager Sun to the Spiritual Plant Garden on the mountainside of Pill Cauldron Peak.

The moment they stepped inside, an almost tangible, rich aura of vegetation and spiritual energy washed over them, mixed with the moist scent of earth and the unique fragrances of various medicinal herbs, refreshing to the heart and mind. Looking around, orderly plots of medicinal fields stretched out like a green chessboard, faintly visible amidst the swirling mist and clouds.

However, the moment Su Ming stepped into the medicinal fields, his brow furrowed tightly.

Inside the Xuantian ring, Lin Yu's soul sense was completely exploding.

"My heavens! Disciple! Look at what those people are doing!"

Following his master's guidance, Su Ming looked and saw a herb farmer operating the "Cloud-Rain Array." The man closed his eyes, stretched out a hand, as if sensing the faint, elusive moisture in the air. A moment later, he suddenly opened his eyes and channeled a stream of spiritual energy into the formation plate. Instantly, a shower of spiritual rain poured down with a "splash," drenching several sun-loving "Blazing Sunflowers," causing them to droop their heads immediately.

On another side, a disciple was carefully adjusting the position of spirit stones at the formation core of a "Spirit Gathering Array." His basis for adjustment was actually the "physical sensation" of the changes in surrounding spiritual energy concentration felt by his Dantian's Qihai!

Countless "unscientific," primitive operations made Lin Yu's eye twitch.

"Spiritual energy irrigation based on *feel*? Temperature and humidity relying entirely on experience? This... this efficiency is simply too touching! This isn't farming;it's artistic creation! Disciple, I cannot stand this! Today, we must give these old farmers of the cultivation world a good lesson on what 'scientific farming' really means!"