Are you here to monitor me?

Inside the Soul Space.

Lu Mingyuan was hunched over a large zitan wood table, intricately carved with dragons and phoenixes, furiously writing.

From his pen emerged calculation formulas never before seen in this world. These formulas contained not only various trigonometric symbols but also English letters like f and a.

Besides the one under Lu Mingyuan's hand, dozens of other papers, filled to the brim, were scattered across the table. Some were covered in various calculation formulas, while others even had strange diagrams drawn on them.

Some of these diagrams looked like plow blades, some like various connecting rods, some were simply Cartesian coordinate systems, and some even had just a few arrows...

Huh, this looks like a stress analysis.

That's right, Lu Mingyuan was currently performing a stress analysis on a plow.

With stress analysis and data analysis, he could find the optimal solution for the plow under various conditions.

For example, under what conditions could the plow blade turn soil more smoothly, or even break it up?

Under what conditions could the plow achieve maximum labor saving?

What was the most suitable depth?

And so on, and so on. These all needed to be calculated first, and after deriving a suitable model, a physical object would be made to verify it.

Otherwise, relying purely on luck would take forever. Or perhaps he was God's godson and would stumble upon it in just one or two tries.

Lu Mingyuan didn't dare to think like that, nor did he want to place his hopes on it. Although he didn't know if the physics from his previous life was still useful, he could try it out, maybe it would work. And mathematics would never lie to him.

Besides, analyzing these things also increased his talent. Even if it was useless in the end, he wouldn't lose anything; he could just consider it as cultivation. Anyway, as long as he thought, his talent would grow. He analyzed a large batch, and his talent grew a little, which was perfectly reasonable.

Suddenly, Lu Mingyuan put down the ballpoint pen in his hand, stood up, and stretched.

"Ah, finally done. Now all that's left is to construct the divine ability and conduct further tests."

After sighing, Lu Mingyuan looked at the draft papers filled with data and formulas on the table, and the large pile of neatly arranged but varied plows beside them, and smiled with satisfaction.

These were the results of his entire ten days.

Cultivation, oh no, research knows no time. Since the day Lu Mingyuan started researching plows after getting engaged, today marked the tenth day.

During these ten days, he not only tested all the plow blades he assembled but also borrowed many curved-beam plows from his neighbors. He even dug out old straight-beam plows collected by several households.

After testing them in his own fields, he then imprinted them one by one into the Soul Space.

That's right, the plows, tables, paper, and pens in the Soul Space were all fake. They were all virtual creations by Lu Mingyuan for his research convenience and couldn't be taken outside. Even their physical properties were fake.

For example, the ballpoint pen used for writing could only write because Lu Mingyuan believed it could.

It could even be said that writing could appear on the draft paper without a pen. After all, it was fake; with a mere thought from him, the handwriting would appear on the white paper. The reason for the ballpoint pen's appearance now was simply that he had gotten used to it and felt uncomfortable not holding a pen.

As for the somewhat exaggerated zitan wood table, well, in his own space, couldn't he enjoy himself a little?

Even though it was fake.

But satisfying his vanity a little, there was nothing wrong with that.

As for why Lu Mingyuan was performing stress analysis and data analysis in the Soul Space instead of outside? Outside, paper and pens were readily available, and nothing was lacking.

In fact, Lu Mingyuan had no choice but to do so.

If not in the Soul Space, he couldn't possibly write those calculation formulas outside. If anyone saw them, he wouldn't be able to explain it even if he had eight mouths.

Therefore, Lu Mingyuan could only research slowly by himself in the Soul Space, and incidentally enjoy the solitude.

Wasn't there a saying: "The path of the strong is always lonely."

If Lu Mingyuan continued to be lonely like this, perhaps one day he would become a true strong person.

After the data analysis was complete, the next step was the actual practical operation.

At this moment, Lu Mingyuan had a thought, and the slightly messy desk instantly became neat. Various papers, rulers, and ballpoint pens were all in their proper places.

The next moment, a handsome young man lying on a reclining chair in the courtyard outside slowly opened his eyes.

"Mingyuan, come have some tea."

After the young man woke up, the young girl opposite him, who had been resting her chin and lost in thought, immediately reacted and quickly handed him the tea.

Lu Mingyuan took a sip of the still slightly warm tea and immediately felt a warmth in his heart.

With a wife like this, what more could a couple ask for?

During these ten days, while Lu Mingyuan was busy, Jing Zhi had been by his side, taking meticulous care of him. When he was thirsty, there was warm and refreshing tea; when he was hungry, there was fragrant food.

In Lu Mingyuan's words, he was almost living the life of a pampered aristocrat, "waiting for food to be served and clothes to be put on."

"A Zhi, you're spoiling me too much. If you don't do this in the future, I won't be used to it. How about we negotiate, and we do this every day from now on?"

After speaking, Lu Mingyuan looked at the young girl in front of him with a smile, seeming to hope she would agree immediately.

Hearing this, Jing Zhi rolled her eyes, "Drink your tea and don't overthink it. I want to enjoy the feeling of being a master myself too. Do you think you're the only one who wants that?"

Lu Mingyuan was not surprised by Jing Zhi's refusal. No one was willing to be someone else's servant, not even a husband and wife.

Besides, he, Lu Mingyuan, didn't need such a wife. Jing Zhi being like this now, with her own personality, felt quite good.

"Mingyuan, have you finished your calculations?"

Lu Mingyuan had said this morning that he was almost done with his calculations. Now, looking at the sky, it was already the afternoon Shen hour, which was why Jing Zhi asked.

"I've already calculated it. I plan to start constructing the supernatural powers tomorrow. This afternoon isn't long, so let's chat for a while."

"That works too. As long as you have a plan, that's fine."

In fact, Jing Zhi also wanted to have a good chat with Lu Mingyuan. They had both been busy with their own things these past few days and had barely spoken a few words.

"A Zhi, actually, I've had a question I've wanted to ask you for a while. Why have you been sticking so close to me these past few days, never leaving my side?"

For some reason these past few days, Jing Zhi had been arriving very early every day, so early that she would come to wake Lu Mingyuan up and even bring him breakfast. They ate lunch together, and after having dinner at his mother-in-law's place in the evening, they would finally part ways.

When you calculated it, the only times they were apart during the day were when they were sleeping or occasionally when they went to the restroom. They spent all other times together.

Therefore, Lu Mingyuan couldn't help but feel confused. In his opinion, even after getting engaged, they shouldn't be this clingy.

They weren't newlyweds; they had been together for over ten years and could be considered an old married couple. There was no need to be so attached.

Unexpectedly, when Jing Zhi heard the question, she was first stunned, then her eyes widened as she said, "Aren't I taking care of you? You've been working hard these past few days. As your fiancée, of course, I have to do my best. How can you say that about me?"

Her tone was filled with innocence and a sense of being wronged by a misunderstanding.

However, Lu Mingyuan was unmoved. He looked at Jing Zhi seriously for a while before slowly saying, "A Zhi, when did you start lying without even a draft? You just blurt out lies."

"When did I lie?"

Actually, Jing Zhi really wanted to say, "I learned this from you. You taught me well."

But she didn't say it out loud, as that would be admitting she was lying. So, she continued to stare at Lu Mingyuan with her big, watery eyes, her gaze full of innocence, as if to say, "You've misunderstood me. I didn't lie at all."

If Lu Mingyuan knew what Jing Zhi was thinking, he would have to say, "Can you at least control your eyes when you lie? What's with your eyeballs rolling around like that? Are you afraid people won't know you're plotting something?"

"You haven't learned it properly."

"Besides, this act is fine for outsiders, but you still want to use it on me?"

He didn't want to dwell on the "lying or not lying" issue and instead asked directly, "Are you here to monitor me?"