Moreover, this technology itself can save a lot of manpower.
Tang Lingwu nodded slowly, seeming to have an epiphany.
...
More than half a month passed.
Zheng Fa stood in the spirit field, looking at a magic artifact that resembled an automatic irrigation device, then looked at Tang Lingwu with curiosity.
"Mrs. Tian thought of it!"
Tang Lingwu pulled Mrs. Tian nearby and spoke up.
Mrs. Tian's mouth twitched slightly, seemingly helpless: "I thought of it."
"So what is this for?"
Mrs. Tian suddenly started laughing, turning to look at Tang Lingwu: "What is it for again?"
Tang Lingwu's face turned red as she spoke: "Automatically performing the Little Cloud Rain Technique!"
"Oh, right, the Little Cloud Rain Technique."
Mrs. Tian slowly nodded, seemingly having a sudden understanding.
"There's another version." Tang Lingwu tugged on Mrs. Tian's sleeve, speaking urgently.
"Another version?" Mrs. Tian's face showed obvious surprise, "There is?"
