Shen Tang had a great attitude.
Even with a sword of Damocles hanging over her head and her neighbor, the Northern Desert, about to become a grave threat, she carried on as usual. A person had to work while they were alive. If she went even one day without working and earning her daily bread, she couldn't support her entire household and would starve to death.
She was a cold-hearted, work-obsessed boss who couldn't see anything except work—not even Qi Shan getting squeezed out by his rivals and failing to secure a single seeder. By the time Qi Shan realized what had happened, there wasn't even a chicken feather left.
"What's this about a seeder?"
Shen Tang expressionlessly signed a document and stamped it. "Didn't I ask you for a batch of artisans earlier? Fifty-six of them were Mohist disciples. Their leader, Bei Zhoukou, accidentally opened the Mohist Holy Temple. I guided her in manifesting the two Mohist tokens, Universal Love and Non-Aggression, and right after that, a group of Mohists gained 'qi.' We've tentatively named it Mohist Qi. Zhoukou even managed to cobble together something as absurd as an excavator, so why wouldn't a seeder be possible? Relax."
Why hadn't Qi Shan heard about this?
Because the news hadn't had time to reach him.
After he arrived, he first toyed with Qin Li, then got into a fight with him to settle their old grudge. He hadn't forgotten to show off some flashy tricks, either, borrowing everyone's identities to attend the Assembly of Gods branch's New Year's gathering. With all that keeping him busy, when did he have time to care about some seeder?
Qi Shan: "..."
Shen Tang skimmed a scroll, picked up her brush, and wrote a comment at the end. Her expression was cool, her movements