The onlookers were silent.

"I declare that the farming competition is over! The government wins!" Shi Er, who hosted the competition, announced loudly.

"I don't accept it!" The man in Zhao Li was steaming all over and was panting as he spoke: "There must be something wrong with the tools he uses!"

Of course, any sane person would have noticed that there was something strange about the uniquely shaped Quyuanli in the hands of the soldiers.

"The government won simply because the tools were better!" The man surnamed Zhao shouted angrily, regardless of the obstruction of others.

Everyone looked worriedly at Xiong Wuliang, who was sitting in the middle, fearing that he would be angry because of the big man's indifference to dignity.

Shi Er, who was beside Xiong Wuliang, stood up in an awkward manner: "How presumptuous! This tool was designed by the Lord himself, so of course it is better!"

"The soldiers are not skilled enough to operate it, otherwise it would be faster!"

Everyone was in an uproar.

You've already beaten ten of them one by one, but you're still unskilled?
Chapter completed!