I couldn't take it anymore; when I went home for Chinese New Year, the family genealogy book ha

Where can I find it?

Jiang Chen rolled up the huge blueprint and held it in his hand as if it were a stick.

He tapped Wang Dagou's big head lightly.

"What are you looking for?"

"We have our own people."

Wang Dagou covered his head, looking completely bewildered.

"We have our own people? Who are they? Our security team brothers only know how to fight, not dig trenches."

Jiang Chen ignored him, simply took the blueprints, and turned to walk towards the back of the mountain.

night.

Deep and dark as ink.

The moon was obscured by dark clouds, and the entire Jiangjia Village was shrouded in silence.

The back mountain.

That vast wasteland has been left idle since the last airport was built.

Jiang Chen stood here alone.

The surrounding area was covered with waist-high weeds, which rustled in the evening breeze.

He took out the item he had won in the lottery from the system space, an item he had never used before.

[T-800 All-Terrain Robot Engineering Team (Disguised Version)]

[Instructions for Use: This ability summons 500 T-800 robots at once, disguising them as a human engineering team. Equipped with a full set of heavy-duty construction machinery, they can complete most extremely difficult infrastructure projects within 24 hours based on specified blueprints. They will automatically disappear upon completion of the mission.]

"use."

Jiang Chen silently recited in his heart.

next second.

On the wasteland, the light distorted without warning.

Then, a bizarre scene unfolded.

One after another, tall figures appeared out of nowhere in the weeds.

They were all wearing matching yellow reflective vests, white hard hats, and heavy work boots.

His face bore the marks of travel, his skin was dark, and his hands were covered in calluses.

He looks exactly like any ordinary construction worker.

But if you look closely, you'll find that all of them are the same height, build, and even every wrinkle on their faces, as if they were all cut from the same mold.

Their eyes held no trace of human emotion, only a fleeting, cold red light.

Five hundred "workers" appeared silently.

Behind them, a series of massive construction machines came into view.

Excavators, bulldozers, cement mixers, heavy-duty cranes...

None of the machines had a cockpit.

Like a group of awakened steel behemoths, they started up silently, their headlights illuminating the entire wasteland.

Jiang Chen tossed the "Construction Blueprints for the Full-Domain Adaptive Intelligent Water Conservancy Project" in his hand over.

The foreman, who was in charge, reached out and caught it.

The blueprints transformed into a beam of blue light in his hands, and the data was instantly uploaded to the central processing unit of all the robots.

"start."

There was no mobilization meeting, no slogans.

There was only one cold, emotionless command.

Five hundred robots and dozens of heavy machines began their frantic and efficient operation the moment they received the instructions.

The excavator's massive iron arm slices through the hard earth like tofu with incredible speed and precision.

The bulldozers roared as they quickly leveled the excavated soil.

The cement mixer truck began automatic operation, mixing special cement with a strength far exceeding national standards.

The only sound on the construction site was the roar of machinery; there was no human voice.

These robots don't need rest, they don't need to eat, and they certainly don't slack off.

They were like a massive, incredibly precise machine, meticulously following every detail on the blueprints to transform Jiang Chen's will into reality.

One night passed.

The next day, just as dawn was breaking.

Old Village Chief Wang of Zhaojialing was worried about the water in the fields and didn't sleep well all night.

He wore an old coat, carried a hoe, and, taking advantage of the cool weather, prepared to go to the fields to check on the irrigation.

He hummed a little tune as he walked to the dry ditch at the west end of the village.

next second.

His legs buckled, and he landed on his bottom with a "thud".

The hoe in his hand fell to the side.

The sight before him made him think he was still asleep and dreaming.

The narrow, bumpy ditch that was only wide enough for one person to cross yesterday is gone.

In its place is a wide, straight, and massive cement dry canal, seven or eight meters wide!

The walls of the dry canal are smooth and flat, as if they were polished from a single giant rock.

At first glance, this brand-new dry canal, like a giant dragon, winds its way through the fields, stretching to the horizon.

The crystal-clear river water gurgled and flowed through the cement canal, making a pleasant sound.

"Oh my God..."

Village Chief Wang rubbed his eyes vigorously.

He pinched his thigh hard again.

"Awooo—!"

A piercing pain shot through him, making him grimace.

Not a dream!

All this is true!

He scrambled to his feet and ran like a madman towards the village.

He ran and shouted.

"A miracle has occurred! A miracle has occurred! The River God has appeared!"

The news spread like wildfire, reaching all the newly merged villages in less than half an hour.

Hundreds and thousands of villagers dropped their bowls and chopsticks, picked up their hoes, and surged in from all directions.

When they saw the ten-mile-long dry canal that seemed to have fallen from the sky.

Everyone was so shocked they were speechless.

Everyone gaped, their jaws practically dropping to the ground.

"This...this was fixed in one night?"

"How is that possible! Only a god could do that!"

"It must be the River God who took pity on us and helped us!"

Several elderly people immediately knelt down by the irrigation ditch.

He kowtowed repeatedly to the flowing clear water.

"Thank you, divine being!"

"Thank you, Dragon King!"

More and more people followed suit and knelt down.

The scene became both incredibly devout and eerie.

Just then.

Wang Dagou led a team of security personnel in a patrol car and drove over from the direction of Jiangjia Village.

He jumped out of the car, saw the people kneeling on the ground in front of him, and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Rise, all of you! Rise!"

He walked over and helped up the elderly people kneeling at the front one by one.

"Why worship any gods or deities? Why worship any Dragon King?!"

Wang Dagou, hands on his hips, pointed at the magnificent irrigation canal with a proud and smug expression and announced in a loud voice.

"Let me tell you! This was all fixed by our boss, Mr. Jiang, who took pity on you and had someone work overnight to repair it for you!"

"If you want to thank someone, thank our Boss Jiang!"